Chapter 226 Blood Moon Holy Land

c_t;In the Xinghai Realm, any force with a Martial Emperor can be called a holy land. Visit: . Please remember our website: http://ыqi.

But holy lands are also divided into lower-grade holy lands, first-grade holy lands, second-grade holy lands, and eternal holy lands.

A lower-grade holy land is one with one to three Martial Emperors.

A first-grade holy land must have a strong man who has reached the late stage of Martial Emperor, and the number of Martial Emperors is between four and six, which is a first-grade holy land.

A first-grade holy land must have a titled Martial Emperor, or a strong man who has surpassed the Martial Emperor and reached the eternal realm, and the number of Martial Emperors must reach ten.

As for the eternal holy land, it is said that there must be three or more eternal strong men, and the number of Martial Emperors under his command must exceed ten.

For example, the Xuanmen holy land where Lu Shuiqing came from, the "men" only has a strong man in the early stage of Martial Emperor, which is only the lowest level of holy land.

The Blood Moon Holy Land in the Western Region has three Martial Emperors in charge. Although it is not a high-grade holy land, it is already among the top ranks among the low-grade holy lands.

For example, the four holy lands in the Northern Blood Land, the Extreme Sword Holy Land and the Futu City, are also ordinary low-grade holy lands. The highest level of the Martial Kings who came to participate in the battle of crowning the king is only the eighth level.

The Blood Moon Holy Land sent out three Martial Kings of the ninth level at once, which is the difference between the foundation and strength.

Puff!

In just a moment, without the three Martial Kings of the ninth level taking action, Lu Shuiqing was killed on the spot, and the woman was restrained by several people while screaming, and her cultivation was sealed on the spot.

"Three senior brothers..."

The people from the Blood Moon Holy Land did not move rashly, but cast their eyes on the three Martial Kings of the ninth level who were in the lead.

"This woman looks okay, but I'm not interested." A man of the ninth level of the Martial King laughed.

"You guys go play. I heard that there is a girl in Futu City in the Northern Blood Land who is born with a charming charm. She looks like a disaster."

The other two Wu Wang Nine-level masters were not interested either, and seemed to have higher standards.

"Hehe, the three senior brothers are not interested, and the brothers are going to vent their anger first."

The rest of the group of people all smiled evilly, and then started to play finger-guessing games in groups of three or five, to see who would come first.

The good-looking girl was pale, and her cultivation was sealed. She couldn't resist at all. She was attacked by several people from the Blood Moon Holy Land around her. She was so ashamed that she wanted to die but couldn't. Her pearly teeth bit her red lips and bled.

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After reaching the second level of Wu Wang, Luo Xiu's cultivation resources were temporarily exhausted. The third picture of the origin law was profound and difficult to understand. So far, he has only realized a little bit of it, and it is difficult to make progress.

Without cultivation resources, there is no point in continuing to cultivate. To be honest, Luo Xiu is also not confident about his own cultivation progress.

He estimated that if he wanted to have the strength to compete with the old monster Wu Huang, he would have to reach the Wu Jun stage at least.

And he had not even reached the Wu Wang stage yet. If he wanted to upgrade to the Wu Jun stage, the amount of resources he needed was so huge that he estimated that even the ancient holy land might not be able to support him. Read the latest chapter in full

And even if they could support him, no force would be willing to waste resources on him, because the resources needed to train him to the Wu Jun realm were enough to train several Wu Huangs.

Walking out of the wooden house, Luo Xiu waved his hand to disperse the formations around him. No one disturbed him during the more than one month of his retreat.

"I wonder if anyone has found a way to obtain the title in the secret realm."

While thinking, Luo Xiu flew into the air, transformed into a blue dragon phantom, and roamed among the clouds.

There were many monsters in this secret realm of Feng Wang, whether on the ground or in the air. With Luo Xiu's current strength, except for the monsters that reached the sixth level comparable to Wu Jun, ordinary monsters were no longer a threat to him.

Life perception spread out, as long as he found the trace of the sixth-level monster, Luo Xiu would deliberately avoid it, so that he could fly in the air safely.

At the bridgehead of the long bridge across the rushing river, more than a dozen people from Futu City were surrounded by a group of guys from the Blood Moon Holy Land.

"Haha, it's really a pain to find it!"

The three ninth-level martial kings of the Blood Moon Holy Land, the guy who had been coveting Hu Qingqing for a long time, couldn't help laughing.

Not far from the bridgehead, there was a female corpse lying, her clothes were stripped off, her body was covered with scars, her eyes were wide open, full of fear, anger, unwillingness, and resentment...

On the other side, three people from the Blood Moon Holy Land were doing another woman. After the last one finished his business, he lifted his pants, raised his hand and cut off the woman's head with a knife.

When the people in Futu City saw this scene, they all felt creepy. Some people with unstable minds even felt their calves trembling.

"Damn it, how did we meet this group of perverted killers from the Blood Moon Holy Land..."

Gu Peng, who had the highest cultivation level in Futu City, took a deep breath. He could only think about this kind of words in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.

"My friends, we are disciples of Futu City in the Northern Blood Land. The city lord has been friends with the Blood Moon Holy Lord for a long time. Please let us go for the sake of my city lord, how about it?"

Gu Peng knew very well that the guys in the Blood Moon Holy Land were very strong, and the people on his side were definitely not opponents. As the descendant of the Holy Land, he naturally restrained his arrogance and could only say some flattering words.

"Stop talking about these useless nonsense. No one can know what happened in the secret realm of King Feng. I, He Wujiang, will kill you all, and even you in Buddha City won't be able to say a single word."

On the Blood Moon Holy Land side, a Martial King named He Wujiang said with a sneer.

When Gu Peng heard this, his mood suddenly sank, and the slightly flattering smile on his face faded, and he said in a deep voice, "Then what are you going to do to let us go? Although you have three ninth-level Martial Kings, if we really want to fight, we The disciples of Buddha City are not vegetarians either.”

When He Wujiang heard this, a look of disdain appeared on his face, "You disciples in Pagoda City have powerful treasures around you, don't we in Blood Moon Holy Land? Besides, the heritage of Pagoda City is not as good as our Blood Moon Holy Land. Believe it or not, even if you show all your trump cards, no one can escape?"

As soon as He Wujiang said this, many Blood Moon Holy Land disciples surrounding him released their majestic murderous intent, rendering the nearby space a blood-red color.

Blood Moon Holy Land is a sect that practices the way of killing. According to their inheritance, the more killings, the stronger the strength. When Luo Xiu broke through King Wu to obtain the gift of the original law, he had a sect that could kill himself and become the emperor. Martial arts are the secret skills of the Blood Moon Holy Land!

It's just that this kind of secret skill is a core inheritance, and it is difficult for ordinary people to obtain the qualifications to practice it. Although these disciples of the King of Martial Arts cannot learn the secret skill, the skills and martial arts practiced in the Holy Land are also the top secret techniques of killing. .

People who practice the way of killing are the best in their own realm in terms of combat effectiveness. What's more, there are three ninth-level Martial Kings in the Blood Moon Holy Land, who have an overwhelming advantage.

"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!..."

While these people in the Blood Moon Holy Land released their murderous intent, everyone in the Pagoda City was in a trembling mood. They showed off their weapons one after another, and the light of true energy bloomed around them.

However, the people from the Blood Moon Holy Land did not take action directly. He Wujiang glanced at the veiled Hu Qingqing with a smile, and sneered, "Twelve of you, keep your storage rings and soldiers, and I will make the decision." I’ll let you go this time.”

After hearing this, Gu Peng's expression changed. If he could really avoid conflicts with the people of the Blood Moon Holy Land and 'hand over' the storage ring and soldiers, he would be able to endure it.

After all, any treasure is more important than one's own life.

But Gu Peng is not a fool. He also knows one thing very well. That is, if the storage rings and soldiers are handed over, then the people in Futu City will really be like fish and meat on the chopping board. Slaughtered, even the strength to resist is gone.

"Senior Brother Gu, don't listen to them." Hu Qingqing whispered.

The other disciples of Buddha City also looked at Gu Peng.

"What are you waiting for? I'll give you three breaths. If you don't hand over the things, I'll take action!" He Wujiang shouted impatiently.

While speaking, He Wujiang sent a message to the two people around him who were also at the ninth level of the Martial King: "No matter whether they hand over the things or not, these guys will be killed in a while. As for the 'woman', who will enjoy it first?" , how about seeing who kills more people?”

"Hey, that's a good idea." Neither He Wujiang's two companions had any objections to this proposal.

"I heard that this Hu Qingqing has the body of a demon. The first male cultivator who has intercourse with her can gain a trace of pure demon power and his cultivation level will greatly increase. Moreover, it is said that the body of the demon is also the best cauldron. First, if you practice dual cultivation for a long time, your cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds.”

When He Wujiang and the three of them thought of this, their eyes gleamed.

After reaching the Martial King realm, every breakthrough is difficult. Especially for those who have reached the ninth level of the Martial King, it is even more difficult to cross the Lin'men and step into the Martial King realm.

And the Yuan Yin of the Demonic Body is undoubtedly a good opportunity. Maybe it is possible to take this opportunity to leap into the realm of the Martial Lord!

Once the King of Wu can reach the realm of martial arts, the original lifespan of King Wu of 1,200 years will reach two thousand years, giving him more time to pursue a higher realm of martial arts.

The time of three breaths comes in an instant.

The people in Buddha City did not "hand over" the storage rings and soldiers obediently. Instead, the aura of true energy spread around their bodies, and they were fully alert and ready.

He Wujiang's face darkened, "If you don't eat the toast, you'll have to drink wine as a penalty, let's do it!"

Following He Wujiang's order, many disciples from the Blood Moon Holy Land around him swarmed over with their fierce eyes revealed.

"Let's all fight together. How many can escape?"

Gu Peng shouted loudly, and a sword appeared in his hand, slashing out a dense rain of golden knives.

"puff!"

The blood light bloomed, and a disciple of the seventh level of the Martial King of the Blood Moon Holy Land had his arm cut off by Gu Peng's sword, and his body flew backwards.

"Good boy, you have a chance."

He Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly and appeared in front of Gu Peng in a flash. The ferocious murderous aura bloomed in his body, turning into a blood-colored phantom and striking at Gu Peng fiercely.

Condensing the murderous aura into a phantom of the Great Seal, this is obviously a martial art of killing.

Although Gu Peng's strength was strong, Xiu Wujiang was weak after all. Facing this blow, he did not dare to be careless at all. The sword in his hand soared with golden light and struck at the phantom of the big seal.

boom!

The violent waves of true energy vibrated the surrounding air and made an explosion sound.

Gu Peng smashed the shadow of the seal with a knife, raised his hand and crushed a talisman, and shot out a golden light.

"Sixth-level attack talisman?"

He Wujiang's face changed. He didn't expect that Gu Peng would use a treasure.

As he retreated rapidly, he also crushed a talisman. A blood-colored light curtain lit up and protected his body.

He Wujiang used the sixth-level defense talisman. In this way, he would not be afraid of the power of the sixth-level attack talisman. He reached out and grabbed a blood-colored war halberd in his hand and rushed forward.

In a short period of more than ten breaths, Gu Peng was blown away, spurting blood from his mouth, and a scar on his right chest was bleeding.

Although there is only a small realm difference between the eighth and ninth levels of the Martial King, the gap in strength is huge.

Gu Peng knew that he was not He Wujiang's opponent, and there were two ninth-level Martial Kings who were eyeing him covetously. Once he was besieged, he would definitely die.

Thinking of this, Gu Peng gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand and crushed another talisman, his figure turned into a stream of light, and rushed towards the sky quickly.

"Want to escape?"

He Wujiang sneered, stepped on the ground suddenly, and rushed up, but Gu Peng's speed was so fast that he disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

"Damn, a sixth-level wind-controlling talisman?"

He Wujiang's face changed slightly. Although he also had a sixth-level wind-controlling talisman, he was reluctant to use this treasure unless it was necessary. After all, he was a descendant of the holy land, and high-level treasures were not easy to get.

"Humph, you are lucky, it doesn't matter if you escape, as long as Hu Qingqing doesn't escape."

He Wujiang's eyes turned to look at the besieged Hu Qingqing, his eyes unscrupulously looking at the beautiful and agile figure.

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