Chapter 277 Level 5 Martial Saint

"Are you the god of death in red? In the past month, you have killed hundreds of millions of creatures."

Dalian Shengjun looked at the young man in red in front of him and said angrily.

And the many monks behind Dalian Shengjun nodded again and again, wishing to swallow the red-clothed God of Death alive.

The God of Death in red was Zhao Yi, but he was covered in blood, and he didn't know if it was his own or someone else's.

There was no expression on his face, and even though it was covered with blood, anyone who knew Zhao Yi could still recognize it at a glance.

Zhao Yi looked at Dalian Shengjun, who had been reduced to a killing machine, but he turned around and planned to leave instead of making a move.

"Dalian Shengjun, he must be afraid of you, take him down quickly!"

"Yes! We must not let him die again!"

"This kind of monster, killing thousands of times is not enough to relieve hatred!"

"..."

Seeing Zhao Yi's actions, everyone immediately sneered and urged Dalian Shengjun to make a move.

"That's natural, this kind of monster, let me kill it!"

Dalian Shengjun laughed loudly, his spiritual power roared, and he rushed up alone.

As if sensing the hostility behind him, Zhao Yi's figure stopped immediately, with a pair of red pupils, showing no emotion at all.

Without saying a word, Zhao Yi stomped the sole of his foot and rushed to Dalian Shengjun in an instant. Before the latter could react, he punched him out.

"boom!"

Everyone only heard a muffled sound. The lower abdomen of Dalian Shengjun was punched through by Zhao Yi, and the painful screams immediately echoed endlessly.

"Ah! Kid, I'm going to abolish you!"

Dalian Shengjun screamed in pain, held back the injuries on his body, urged the spiritual power in his body to the extreme, and planned to use a move at the level of Emperor Wu!

However, Zhao Yi didn't seem to give him this chance, a magic pillar appeared in his hand, and in an instant, it became huge and smashed down on Dalian Shengjun!

"boom!"

Dalian Shengjun's ultimate move was brutally torn apart before he could use it. The huge magic pillar was smashed down hard, and his whole body fell into the ground several miles away.

The blood from Dalian Shengjun's mouth spit out like money, even with Shengjun's physique, his whole body was smashed and fractured.

"This is simply a devil, he will die here!"

Dalian Shengjun panted heavily, his legs and arms exploded immediately, using some kind of secret technique, trying to escape thousands of miles away!

"Haha! Death in red, it is said that none of the people you were targeting escaped, look at me..."

Dalian Shengjun laughed loudly, and when his figure began to disappear from everyone's sight, an invisible light immediately shrouded him.

Dalian Shengjun was horrified to find that his body, which was about to escape, was imprisoned, and he also retreated strangely.

The limbs from the explosion recovered, and even his body, the shattered bones began to piece together little by little.

However, before Dalian Shengjun could figure out what was going on, the pitch-black thunder immediately fell from the sky, bombarding his body with incomparable precision.

The sound of thunderstorms overwhelmed the screams, and Dalian Shengjun was blown up to the point that there was not even ash left, and the remnant soul naturally could not escape.

"Dalian Shengjun...was killed?!"

Feeling the disappearance of Dalian Shengjun's aura, everyone's expressions immediately became very exciting.

Even a super expert like Dalian Shengjun can't stop Zhao Yi, who can stand it?

"Everyone run away!"

When they saw Zhao Yi's pair of blood pupils projected towards them, countless people immediately felt their scalps go numb, and whoever yelled and began to flee crazily.

Of course, Zhao Yi is just a killing machine. When he sees someone, he immediately follows him...

A few days later, the news of Dalian Shengjun's fall spread again in the center of the mainland.

In the hearts of countless people, the fear brought about by the god of death in red is imprinted.

Even a three-year-old child can stop crying immediately when he hears the word death in red.

With the fall of Dalian Shengjun, the Chaotic Demon Chamber of Commerce obviously couldn't sit still, and launched a crowdfunding campaign to place a reward on the death god in red, firmly placing it at the top of the reward list.

And the amount of the reward is also the highest price in history, breaking through one billion top-quality spirit stones!

At this price, even Emperor Wu would be willing to sell it!

Of course, despite such a sky-defying bounty, no one is willing to make a move.

After all, no one wants to live a long life...

It took a full three months for the red-clothed god of death to gradually stop.

However, no one dared to relax at the beginning, and they were fully prepared to run for their lives at any time.

However, the red-clothed god of death seemed to have really disappeared, and no one saw him again after half a year.

Now everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but the dominance of the red-clothed God of Death was still imprinted in their minds, and it would never go away.

And such a peaceful life, another half a year has passed.

Under a certain silent mountain range, Zhao Yi was sleeping in it, his body exuding a dark green luster.

The evil spirit on Zhao Yi's body disappeared at some point, as if it had something to do with the flickering green light.

I don't know how long he has been asleep, Zhao Yi wanted to move his body, but found that his body was buried under the ground.

The spiritual power in Zhao Yi's body shot out, and the ground immediately split open, and he took the opportunity to escape.

"Huh? My cultivation base..."

It was only then that Zhao Yi discovered that his cultivation base didn't know what to do.

When did he rise to the fifth level of martial arts?

At that time, he remembered that he had fought against Tianhong Shengjun, and he had no choice but to use the power of the blood evil bead.

As for the memories of this period of time, Zhao Yi had no idea what was going on.

"I don't know how long I slept."

Zhao Yi shook his head helplessly, not knowing what happened during the time when he was out of control.

"Shua!"

A thought flashed in Zhao Yi's mind, and he immediately jumped into the air, wanting to find someone to ask about the situation.

"Huh? It's Elder Zixing!"

Zhao Yi swept his gaze, and immediately noticed the old man Zixing who was performing a task, and immediately began to fly over.

When he was practicing in the Wuhun Pagoda, he received a lot of enlightenment from him. Although Elder Zixing pulled him to go to the Wuhun Pagoda, he never agreed.

"Elder Zixing, what a coincidence."

These thoughts flashed through Zhao Yi's mind, and he began to greet Old Zixing.

"The God of Death in Red?!"

Elder Zixing tilted his head slightly when he heard Zhao Yi's voice. When he saw Zhao Yi's face, his eyes almost didn't fall off.

Elder Zixing didn't say a word, he mobilized the spiritual power in his body, and ran away.

Unexpectedly, the god of death in red, who had disappeared for almost two years, reappeared!

"Hey! Elder Zixing, don't run away, I have something to ask you."

Seeing Elder Zixing's movements, Zhao Yi was stunned for a moment, and immediately accelerated.

"Damn! Why are you only talking to labor and management, hey! It's over!"

Seeing Zhao Yi following him closely, he sighed helplessly. It is said that no one survived being targeted by the red-clothed god of death.