Martial God Sovereign Chapter 1581: The real murderer

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Chapter 1581 The real murderer

Although the avenue suppression in the Kunjie has disappeared, the avenue will always surpass all beings, but here it gives him a completely different feeling. Han Yu felt that cultivating here is much easier than cultivating outside.

The Tao here is completely different from the Tao outside. This kind of subtle change in Tao can only be felt when it reaches the realm of Martial Saint.

The world of the underworld does not seem to be attached to the dimensional space of the Kun world, but a world that sits on the same level as the Kun world.

The shock in Han Yu's heart could not be calmed for a long time. He followed the Yin Soldiers through the Jedi of Ranshigang, Flying Knife Canyon, Skeleton Gobi, Naihe Bridge, and finally reached the sea of ​​blood.

These Jedi have been repaired, and the dried blood sea is rolling over again. On the blood sea, standing a giant, the patron saint of the blood sea, seems to have been waiting here for a long time.

The patron saint of the sea of ​​blood has a human body, and his body is covered with black bristles, like steel needles, each one seems to be extremely hard, holding an axe in his right hand, quietly waiting for the Yin soldiers to pass by.

"A master in the early stage of Martial Saint!" Han Yu secretly probed the breath of the patron saint of the blood sea, and couldn't help being moved.

Soon, Yin Bing walked to the guardian of the sea of ​​blood and stopped. The guardian of the sea of ​​blood bowed and said, "Senior, please come out!"

"Huh?" Han Yu looked at the second coffin. In the first coffin is a decomposed corpse. The senior called by the patron saint of the sea of ​​blood is definitely in the second coffin.

"Boom!" The coffin lid exploded, and a grumbling sounded.

"Suffocated me, grandpa, why did you take me to lie in the coffin..."

This is the voice of a little girl.

"Girl." Han Yu's heart moved, the voice was exactly the girl's. But Han Yu didn't change anything and watched quietly.

The old madman took the girl and stood up from the coffin, Han Yu could only see their backs.

The Yin Soldier did not move, and numbly carried the coffin, regardless of any movement in the coffin.

"Senior, long time no see!" The patron saint of the sea of ​​blood arched his hand at the old madman, grinned, and a mouthful of big yellow teeth made people look terrifying.

The old madman didn't speak, and jumped to the ground while pulling the girl. Suddenly, the old madman looked back at Han Yu.

Han Yu was taken aback. Today's old madman gave him a strange feeling.

"Come out." The old madman said lightly.

"Uh..." Han Yu was dumb, the old madman at this time did not look like a madman at all, and his eyes were extremely clear.

Han Yu walked out of the Yin Bing team, and the girl couldn't help being overjoyed when she saw it. She threw off the old lunatic's hand and ran towards Han Yu. I haven't seen it for many years, the girl has never changed, just like the rain butterfly of the year, like a frozen age.

Han Yu picked up the girl, walked towards the old lunatic, hunched slightly, and said: "I have seen seniors."

The old madman nodded, and the patron saint of the sea of ​​blood came over, shaking the ground with every step he stepped on. He looked at Han Yu and smiled: "Little friend, we meet again."

Han Yu nodded.

In the old days, he was as small as an ant in front of the patron saint of the sea of ​​blood, but now, Han Yu has the strength to equal him.

The patron saint of the sea of ​​blood looked at the old madman and said, "Senior, what advice can you give me this time?"

The old madman said: "I want to see Dugu Yijian!"

The patron saint of the sea of ​​blood said: "Senior, come with me." The patron saint of the sea of ​​blood made a request. It can be seen that he has not only met the old madman, but also respected the old madman.

The old madman took Han Yu and the girl to the depths of the blood sea with the patron saint of the blood sea.

Han Yu has a lot of questions to ask the old madman and the patron saint of the blood sea, but now it is not the time. Silent all the way, crossing the void several times, three islands arranged in an equilateral triangle appeared in the sight of several people.

Han Yu's face changed slightly after seeing the sights on the three islands.

The patron saint of the sea of ​​blood introduced: "These three islands are Corpse Island, Coffin Island and Tablet Island."

There are countless corpses piled on Corpse Island; countless coffins are piled on Coffin Island. These coffins are the same as the coffins used by the old lunatics when they came in. There are countless stone tablets erected on the Island, but the graves are not visible.

Far away, a gloomy and cold air rushed toward his face, making the saints like Han Yu feel a little scalp numb. The girl had long been blindfolded by Han Yu, and she trembled in Han Yu's arms.

"Why don't those corpses and coffins be buried?" Han Yu asked the Guardian of the Sea of ​​Blood through voice transmission.

"The corpse island has the rules of the corpse island, and the coffin island also has the rules of the coffin island." The guardian deity of the blood sea said.

"You haven't set the rules yet?" Han Yu asked.

The patron saint of the sea of ​​blood did not speak. Han Yu and the others flew over the corpse island, and they could see the corpses piled up and down indiscriminately. Some were rotten and improper, and some seemed to have just been shipped. The corpse water and blood water gathered into countless rivers and flowed into the sea of ​​blood. Han Yu doubted whether all the blood in the blood sea came from Corpse Island.

However, there is not a single mosquito on Corpse Island.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Han Yu felt a familiar breath, which originated from the same vein as the finger of God.

Han Yu discovered that the blood flowing out of many corpses on the corpse island contained the original energy of the fingers of the gods. Some corpses were more numerous, and some were less.

"Are these corpses all from the Heavenly Court and descendants of the Heavenly Court?" Han Yu was shocked.

Han Yu couldn't help asking: "Patron saint, did you destroy the Lingxiao Holy Land?"

The patron saint of the sea of ​​blood smiled bitterly: "Don't call me patron saint, my name is black storm, you have to ask this old man."

The black storm pointed at the old madman.

Han Yu was taken aback for a moment, and looked at the old madman inconceivably. Seeing the meaning of the black storm, Lingxiao Holy Land was destroyed by the old madman.

"How strong is this senior?" Han Yu took a deep breath. Although he didn't know how powerful the Holy Land of Lingxiao was, he had no bottom in his heart to kill him alone.

The old madman didn't speak, and seemed unwilling to mention this topic again.

"What are you talking about, why don't I understand?" the girl asked.

"I didn't say anything." Han Yu withdrew his gaze, and there was a storm in his heart. He wanted to know the strength of the old madman, but the old madman became a saint in his flesh, and he couldn't judge his strength from his breath at all.

"The big girl is comparable to the people in the early stage of Wu Sheng, the old madman is definitely better than the big girl, will he not be comparable to the strong in the middle stage of Wu Sheng, right?" Han Yu became more and more frightened as he thought about it. He suddenly realized that in this world, there are probably many masters like the old madman. Although he has an extremely powerful ability to leapfrog battles, he may not necessarily be invincible in the world.

Black Storm took a few people across Corpse Island and flew towards Bei Island.

The environment of Beidao Island is not much better than that of Corpse Island, and it is miserable everywhere, revealing a sharp chill.