Chapter 1581 The Real Murderer

Although the suppression of the Dao in the Kun world has disappeared, the Dao will always be above all living beings, but here it gives him a completely different feeling. Han Yu felt that practicing here was much easier than practicing outside.

The Tao here is completely different from the Tao outside. This kind of subtle changes in Tao can only be felt when one reaches the realm of martial saints.

The underworld world does not seem to be attached to the dimensional space of the Kun Realm, but a world that is on an equal footing with the Kun Realm.

The shock in Han Yu's heart could not be calmed down for a long time, and he followed the Yin soldiers through Luanshigang, Feidao Canyon, Gobi Gobi, Naihe Bridge and other Jedi, and finally reached the sea of ​​blood.

These Jedi have been repaired, and the dried blood sea is tumbling again. On the blood sea, there is a giant standing there. It is the blood sea patron saint. It seems that it has been waiting here for a long time.

The Guardian God of the Blood Sea has a human figure, and black bristles all over his body, like steel needles, each of which seems to be extremely hard. Holding an ax in his right hand, he quietly waits for the Yin soldiers to pass by.

"A master in the early stage of Wusheng!" Han Yu secretly detected the breath of the guardian god of the blood sea, and couldn't help being moved.

Soon, the Yin soldiers stopped in front of the Blood Sea Guardian God, and the Blood Sea Guardian God bowed and said, "Senior, please come out!"

"Huh?" Han Yu looked at the second coffin. In the first coffin was a rotten corpse. The senior called by the Blood Sea Guardian God was definitely in the second coffin.

"Boom!" The coffin lid exploded, and a voice of complaint sounded.

"I'm smothered to death, Grandpa, why did you take me to lie in the coffin..."

It was the voice of a little girl.

"Girl." Han Yu's heart skipped a beat, the voice belonged to the girl. However, Han Yu didn't make any changes, and watched quietly.

The old lunatic pulled the girl up from the coffin, and Han Yu could only see their backs.

The Yin soldier didn't move, he carried the coffin numbly, and didn't care about any movement in the coffin.

"Senior, long time no see!" The Guardian God of the Blood Sea cupped his hands at the old lunatic, grinning, and his big yellow teeth made people look really horrified.

The old lunatic didn't speak, and jumped to the ground with the girl. Suddenly, the old madman turned his head and looked at Han Yu.

Han Yu was taken aback for a moment. Today's old lunatic gave him a very strange feeling.

"Come out." The old lunatic said lightly.

"Uh..." Han Yu was dumbfounded. The old lunatic at this time did not look like a lunatic at all, his eyes were extremely clear.

Han Yu walked out of the team of Yin soldiers, the girl couldn't help being overjoyed when she saw it, she shook off the old lunatic's hand and ran towards Han Yu. I haven't seen her for many years, and the girl has never changed, just like the Yudie back then, as if she has frozen age.

Han Yu picked up the girl, walked towards the old lunatic, arched his back slightly, and said, "I've seen you before."

The old lunatic nodded, and the Guardian God of Blood Sea came over. Every step made the ground tremble. He looked at Han Yu and said with a smile, "Little friend, we meet again."

Han Yu nodded.

In the past, he was as small as an ant in front of the guardian god of the blood sea, but now, Han Yu has the strength to be on an equal footing with him.

The Blood Sea Guardian God looked at the old lunatic and said, "Senior, what advice do you have for this visit?"

The old lunatic said: "I want to see Dugu with a sword!"

The Guardian God of Blood Sea said: "Senior, follow me." The Guardian God of Blood Sea made a gesture of invitation. It can be seen that he is not only an old acquaintance with the old madman, but also respects the old madman.

The old lunatic took Han Yu and the girl to the depths of the blood sea with the guardian god of the blood sea.

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

After seeing the scene on the three islands clearly, Han Yu's face changed slightly.

The Guardian God of the Blood Sea introduced: "These three islands are Corpse Island, Coffin Island and Monument Island."

There are countless corpses piled up on the corpse island; countless coffins are piled up on the coffin island, and these coffins are the same as those used by the old lunatics when they came in; countless stone tablets are erected on the stele island, but there are no grave heads.

From a distance, a gloomy and cold air rushed towards the face, making the scalp of a saint like Han Yu a little numb. The girl had already been blindfolded by Han Yu and shivered in Han Yu's arms.

"Those corpses, coffins, why aren't they buried?" Han Yu asked the guardian of the blood sea 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." Blood Sea Guardian said.

"Didn't you set the rules?" Han Yu asked.

The guardian god of the blood sea did not speak. Han Yu and the others flew over the island of corpses, and they could see that the corpses were piled up in disorder, some of which were already rotten, and some seemed to have just been transported. The corpse water and blood water converged into countless rivers, flowing into the sea of ​​blood. Han Yu wondered if all the blood in the blood sea came from the corpse island.

However, there was not a single mosquito on the corpse island.

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

Han Yu found that the blood flowing out of many corpses on the island of corpses carried the original energy of the fingers of gods, some corpses were more, and some corpses were less.

"Could it be that these corpses all come from Heavenly Court and its descendants?" Han Yu was astonished.

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

The guardian spirit of the blood sea smiled wryly: "Don't call me the patron saint, my name is Hei Bao, you have to ask this old man."

The black storm pointed at the old lunatic.

Han Yu was taken aback, and looked at the old lunatic in disbelief, seeing what Hei Bao meant, the Holy Land of Lingxiao was destroyed by the old lunatic.

"How strong is this old 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 let him destroy it alone.

The old lunatic didn't speak, and seemed unwilling to bring up this topic again.

"What are you talking about? Why can'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 really wanted to know the strength of the old lunatic, but the old lunatic was sanctified, so he couldn't judge his strength from his breath.

"Da Ya is comparable to people in the early stage of martial arts, and the old lunatic must be stronger than Da Ya, can't he already be compared to the strong in the middle stage of martial arts?" Han Yu became more and more frightened as he thought about it. He suddenly realized that there might still be many masters like the old lunatic hiding in this world. Although he has an incomparably powerful ability to leapfrog battles, he may not be invincible in the world.

Hei Bao took a few people across the corpse island and flew towards the monument island.

The environment of the monument island is not much better than that of the corpse island, it is white and miserable everywhere, and there is a sense of chill.