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    "Your Excellency He Qiliao, please don't let the angry flames blind your eyes. Our Demon Continent is about to start a war with Hunlan Continent. You and I both understand what those warriors in the Blood Hell Wasteland mean to us.  " "I agree with Mr. He's point of view." An old man slowly raised his hands.  He Qiliao cast a grateful look at the old man.  "I object." A bald old man in the distance raised his hand.  "I object too." Another old man also raised his hand and said: "It will not do us any good to destroy the Blood Hell Wasteland immediately." He Qiliao looked at the old man and roared angrily: "Cai Yong,  Do you want to go against me? Don¡¯t forget why my He Weapon went to the Prison Wasteland!¡± The old man named Cai Yong heard He Qiliao questioning him, pretending not to hear, and raised his hand calmly.  His right hand showed his position.  Among the seven old men present, three agreed to immediately destroy the Blood Hell Wasteland and let the sinners disappear with their sins along with this sinful space. However, the three old men opposed the immediate destruction of the Blood Hell Wasteland on the grounds that the Blood Hell Wasteland was  There is still value now.  Three to three, a balance appeared in the field, so these old people unanimously turned their attention to the silent old man at the front of the round table.  The old man who seemed to be taking a nap felt the gazes of these people and woke up. Then he rubbed his nose and said with a smile to everyone in the room: "I object too." As soon as the old man's words came out, he was immediately stunned.  He Qiliao's expression changed at this moment.  The old man smiled and said: "Brother He, don't be anxious, just listen to me. Don't you want those people from the Blood Prison Wasteland to be buried with you? Okay, we can temporarily open the space passage of the Babel Tower. Let your He family  Go down with all the elites of your Lei family, and cooperate with the five little guys from the Bai family to conquer the Blood Hell Wasteland. What we need are the hundreds of thousands of elite warriors and the four swords, plus the ones from the past few days.  What about Xiangsi Kou and those strange beasts left over from ancient times? As for the other people, as long as you, Brother He, have the ability, you can let them all be buried with the little god Weihou. Remember, the purpose of our operation is to behead them.  " Hearing what Han Neng said, He Qiliao and the head of the family named Lei didn't say anything. They could only snort and walk away.  Three days later, all the elite members of the He family were dispatched, and the Lei family also dispatched their own family's most elite eighteen bear soldiers, all of whom gathered in Dongyang Province of the Demon Clan Continent. In front of these people, a huge teleportation array was shining with colorful light.  .  He Qiliao stood here.  Looking at the majestic young man of nearly thirty in front of him, he said loudly: "You are all the elites of our demon continent. This time when you go to the Blood Prison Wasteland, you only have one role. That is killing! According to the martial arts hierarchy there,  For each kill of a warrior in the Martial God stage, you will get nine points for the ninth level, and eight points for the eighth level and below. Every point you get in the Blood Prison Wasteland will be counted.  When you return to the Demonic Continent, you can exchange it for monstrous military industry, character beauties, rare treasures, whatever you want, you can use the battle points to exchange for it. Therefore, the teleportation array will teleport you to the Blood Prison later.  After the wasteland, you can kill as much as you want!" Hearing He Qiliao's words, everyone's faces showed excitement.  He Qiliao looked at these people and added: "When you arrive in the Blood Hell Wasteland, you must pay special attention to the four knives. Their names are the Samsara Knife, the Thousand Ox Knife, the Cangsheng Knife, and the Naihe Knife. If anyone can get these knives,  Any one of the knives will receive thirty points of combat points at one time. When you arrive at Star City later, the people there will give you detailed information." After He Qiliao said this,  He took a heavy breath and said to everyone: "Now, I will announce your must-kill list this time. Their names are Qin Huma, Bu Li, and a black bear next to Bu Li. If you can kill them,  Any one of them will receive fifty points in one go. This is not an order, but a request from an old man after losing his beloved grandson. Please be sure to bring the heads of these people up to me!  Spare me the pain of the white-haired people! Please, everyone!" After He Qiliao said this, he bowed deeply at 90 degrees.  The eyes of everyone present were full of heat. They were all the elites of the He family and the Lei family. They felt very uncomfortable for Lei Heng and He Weapon who had fallen in the wasteland of Blood Prison. They also hated the murderer of these two people.  It was deeply rooted in their bones, and coupled with the huge combat scores of these murderers, everyone present had a burning look in their eyes, and everyone solemnly gave a military salute to He Qiliao, who was bending down and bowing.  He Qiliao returned a military salute, and then said to the group of people: "You must come back alive, you must kill them all and come back, please"?¡± Then he watched this group of people walk into the teleportation array. After the light of the teleportation array lit up and everyone disappeared, He Qiliao retracted his gaze, then turned his gaze to the distant west, and said silently: "Little girl.  Your name is Cai Xiaoxian, right?  I want to see what kind of woman she is, who actually refuses my weapons, causing me to lose my grandson.  " After He Qiliao said this, a trace of fierce hatred flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and a huge black carriage slowly drove to He Qiliao's eyes. He Qiliao got on the carriage and said slowly:  "Going to Xilie Province, I'm going to the Cai family to propose marriage" When the beheading team members came out of the teleportation array, in the temple, the old man in white was already ready. In the empty temple, thirty people appeared in an instant.  The elite of the demon clan, the old man in white, led the deacons of the temple to greet them. The elites of the He family were led by a young man in green, while the eighteen Xiong soldiers of the Lei family were led by their eldest brother, Xiong Da.  . The two elites took a pamphlet prepared by the temple master from the hand of the white-clothed palace, carefully read it, and then turned around and handed it to their companions behind them.  Bu Li's head is clearly on the first one, and the painting is lifelike and detailed, which shows the extraordinary skill of the painter. Behind their portraits are Qin Huma Dahei and Qin Wuji.  It was filled with everything about them, including their fighting methods and fighting habits. After these people, there were four swords. These four swords were also vivid, and the introduction was extremely detailed. The temple master looked at this group of people.  He smiled and said to Xiong Da: "This is the latest information obtained by Star City a few days ago. All the information is on it. With this, I believe the adults will complete the task more efficiently.  " The young man in green and Xiong Da both nodded. The master of the temple continued: "Everyone after leaving Star City, you can go to Baima City to find a man named Hua Zhixianyue. The pamphlet in your hands was drawn by him.  .  After arriving at Baima City, I believe that Flower Crescent Moon will give you better help.  "The young man in Tsing Yi and Xiong Da both nodded noncommittally. The owner of the temple suddenly came back to his senses, made a gesture of invitation, and then led everyone to the mountain and river plate of the temple. Pointing to the big tree above  The small and large light spots said: "Now, in the entire Blood Hell Wasteland, there are a total of thirty-two people with strength above eighth level. These light spots of different sizes represent their current locations.  "After saying this, the owner of the temple pointed his hand and told them to see for themselves. "I saw many large and small light spots in the mountains and rivers. They were shining brightly in the mountains and rivers, coupled with the undulating mountains and hills,  The distribution of masters in the entire Blood Prison Wasteland was clear, and the one with the densest light spots was Hengshan City where Qin Wuji and Long Kui were. Xiong Da took a look at the mountain and river plate, and then said: "Which one is Bu Li?  Which one is Qin Hummer?  " The owner of the temple shop pointed at a light spot in Chifeng City and said: "This is Qin Huma, who is in Chifeng City at this time.  Protecting the safety of Chifeng City Lord Hua Zhifengrui, as for Bu Libecause he suddenly appeared in the Blood Hell Wasteland.  Therefore, there is no display in the mountain and river disk. His specific whereabouts still need to be found by the adults themselves.  " The young man in Tsing Yi and Xiong Da said a word, but they said nothing. Seeing that the atmosphere in the hall was a bit cold, the master of the temple said with a smile: "Everyone has come a long way, why don't you have a simple meal so that I can do my best?  Landlord friendship.  As for Bu Li's whereabouts, if you go to Baima City and find Hua Zhixian Yue, you should be able to know Bu Li's whereabouts.  " When the young man in Tsing Yi heard that the master of the temple was staying at the exit, he was not humble. With a wave of his hand, he walked towards the side hall of the temple. There, tables of fine wine and dishes prepared by the temple were placed one after another. There were not many people.  When they came here, they sat together silently and began to eat in silence. Coming from the demon continent with abundant spiritual energy to the wasteland of blood prison with insufficient spiritual energy, all of them were not used to it, so they deliberately took advantage of eating.  Use the time to familiarize yourself with the space rules of the Blood Hell Wasteland, so as not to make the same mistake as Lei Heng and He Weapon. After resting and adjusting, everyone has firmly memorized all the information that should be remembered, and then bid farewell to the temple.  Lord, walked out of the temple and out of Star City, and went down to the connection between Hanging Mountain and Blood Hell Wasteland. At this time, a monk in white was sitting cross-legged, with a knife on his knees quietly.  There, he looked murderous. This monk was the monk Wuyou who left Baima City mysteriously that day. After sensing that the Netherworld Ghost had set foot in the Wasteland of Blood Prison, Monk Wuyou rushed here day and night, expecting.  He was able to intercept the Netherworld Ghost Old Man halfway, and then took revenge on him. Unexpectedly, this Netherworld Ghost Old Man was extremely cunning.The air leakage machine accidentally exposed, attracting Monk Wuyou to come, but he sneaked quietly, took a detour to Baima City, and together with the nails he planted in Baima City, he firmly controlled Baima City in one fell swoop.  in hand.  Then, Zhongyuan Wubai came here, and Hua Zhixianyue also came here. Baima City has now become the base camp of the Demon Continent.  Monk Wuyou was tricked by the treacherous Netherworld Ghost Old Man. Just when he was about to leave the foot of Xuankong Mountain, he felt something in his heart. He raised his eyes and glanced at the Xuankong Mountain above his head. The Xuankong Mountain deep in the clouds and mist was blurry, but  Monk Wuyou quietly sat under a pear tree in Xuankong Mountain, his face neither sad nor happy, quietly waiting for the changes to come.  The connection between Xuankong Mountain and the Blood Prison Wasteland is a stone beam. At the very end of the Qilian Mountains, at the top of the Qilian Mountains, a narrow stone beam extends deep into the clouds and mist. The front end of the stone beam is the top of Xuankong Mountain.  At the end, not far away is the Hanging Mountain, a huge mountain range that stretches across the sky of the Blood Prison Wasteland. It is only connected to the Blood Prison Wasteland by this stone beam, no matter who it is.  When you come here, you will be shocked by the almost miraculous sight in front of you.  I am impressed from the bottom of my heart by the wonder of the Creator.  Monk Wuyou had no special reaction to the scene in front of him, no matter how majestic the scenery was.  No matter how miraculous the scene is, you will become numb after seeing it too much. The reason why Monk Wuyou was numb is because, a long time ago, he came down from the almost miraculous mountain not far away. The scene at that time, now that I think about it,  .  Still vivid in my mind.  Thinking of this, Monk Wuyou's calm heart suddenly became slightly disturbed. Monk Wuyou looked at the corner of the towering Hanging Mountain in the clouds and mist, with a complicated expression on his face. Above, there was Monk Wuyou  All the childhood, all the joy, all the good memories, but.  Monk Wuyou's most painful memory is also here.  Monk Wuyou sighed. Over the years, he had used Sophora flavescens and Naihe Dao, and thought he had mastered Wangyou Zen.  But when I came here today, I found out.  I still haven't forgotten some things and haven't let go of many obsessions.     that's true.  Among all living beings, who doesn¡¯t have an invincible obsession?  this world.  Where are the truly forgetful people?  It seems that my name, Wuyou Monk, is not worthy of the name.  The elites of the He family, led by the young man in Tsing Yi, and the Eighteen Guards of the Lei family's Xiong soldiers, led by Xiong Da, descended from Star City and began to march towards the Blood Prison Wasteland. Then, at the highest point of the Qilian Mountains, opposite the stone beam, and the pear tree  The carefree monk in fluttering white clothes met below.  The moment the young man in Tsing Yi saw Wuyou Monk, his pupils shrank violently, because they had seen this monk in a picture album before, and there were only a few words on it: Wuyou Monk, unknown origin, unknown fighting method.  , the owner of the Nai He Knife, the God of War.  At the same time, the Eighteen Xiong Soldiers also saw Monk Wuyou, with a look of surprise on their faces. They looked at the elites of the He family beside them, with a fierce fighting spirit on their faces.  "The sea of ??suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will reach the shore." Monk Wuyou sat under the old pear tree on the top of the mountain and said slowly.  While he was talking, a mountain wind passed by, blowing the white monk's robes on Monk Wuyou's body. The spotless white monk's robes fluttered in the air, making him look very free and elegant.  "For people who have been guilty of original sin since birth, the best way to escape is to kill them with your own hands." Xiong Da looked at Monk Wuyou opposite the stone beam not far away and said coldly.  "The cycle of cause and effect, the retribution is not good, the murderer will always be killed." "Then give it a try." The young man in Tsing Yi did not say any more nonsense, took out the peach wood sword carried behind him, and walked in the direction of Shiliang.  The stone beam was about twenty feet long and only about two feet wide. There were misty clouds on both sides. The young man in green slowly walked up to one end of the stone beam, clasped his fists and saluted, and said: "He family and He Qingchi, please enlighten me." After saying this,  As he spoke, the green clothes on his body fluttered slightly, and his fingers drew a mysterious trajectory in the air. The peach wood sword in the hands of the young man in Tsing Yi began to tremble violently. Then, with a clear whistle, the peach wood sword rushed out of the scabbard and pointed excitedly in the air.  With a cry, it drew a smooth arc and flew straight towards Monk Wuyou.  The sword has arrived before anyone arrives.  Clean and sharp, with unparalleled killing intent.  The surrounding clouds and mist were driven by the vitality of heaven and earth swept by the Taomu Divine Sword, spinning and flying. The Taomu Sword flew by, and a clean hole appeared in the clouds. That was the trajectory created by the Taomu Sword when it flew by.  Seeing the fierceness of the sword, Monk Wuyou let out a light drink and shouted out.  Buddhism has the supreme magic of the lion's roar, and even the demon continent has the miraculous skill of speaking the law. Although Monk Wuyou's voice is definitely different from the lion's roar, after this low roar, the handle  The extremely sharp mahogany sword seemed to be traveling through a deep quagmire. It became obscure and difficult to navigate. Every inch it advanced consumed a lot of He Qingchi's energy.  He Qingchi¡¯s face showedWith an unexpected expression, he saw that the peach wood sword that was connected to his life disappeared with murderous intent under the Wuyou monk's low drink. He was frightened, and his originally handsome face began to show a ferocious look. He shouted loudly and spit out words from his mouth.  A mouthful of blood boosted his spiritual power to the extreme. The peach wood sword in the distance let out a reluctant low, twisting hard in the obscure clouds, trying to escape from the control of the monk Wuyou.  The peach wood divine sword slowly advanced forward, inch by inch. When it was still a foot away from Monk Wuyou's face, Monk Wuyou stretched out his right hand, just like the Buddha holding a flower to enlighten himself.  The monk's right hand stretched out to the peach wood sword that was constantly struggling, his thumb and index finger came together, and he gently held the peach wood sword in his hand. Then, a strange smile appeared on the face of the worry-free monk Gujing Bubo.  After Monk Wuyou pinched the Taomu Divine Sword with his fingers, He Qingchi couldn't bear it anymore. With a "wow" sound, he spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and the Taomu Divine Sword completely lost contact with He Qingchi.  Monk Wuyou held the peach wood sword in front of his eyes, glanced at He Qingchi not far away, and then exerted force with his fingers. The peach wood sword that was so popular in the Demon Clan was broken by Monk Wuyou with one finger.  The peach wood divine sword connected to his own blood was broken, and He Qingchi sat slumped on the ground, his face pale and in disbelief. At this point, Monk Wuyou was still sitting quietly under the pear tree, and just said one word,  He stretched out his hand to hold He Qingchi's mahogany sword. As for the Naihe sword in front of his knees, it lay quietly across Monk Wuyou's legs without moving.  (To be continued)
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