From the chatter of the soldiers, Son of Heaven Millet could hear the strong desire hidden behind their teasing words.
To put it bluntly, teasing was just sighing. He was able to do something that others could not do, and because of this, he had obtained great benefits. In Bi Ya, at least sixty percent of the soldiers were envious and jealous of him.
Thus, he used a humble and sincere tone to magnify the desire of the soldiers.
After magnifying it, the soldiers would be swayed by their desires.
Once they were swayed, they would naturally look for him.
The result of looking for him was naturally becoming a tool for him to satisfy his desires.
One word, desire.
A blob of ink.
It vaguely sketched out the game of chess in Son of Heaven Millet's heart when he walked out of the Sage Hall.
The game of chess was vague and cryptic. Even he did not know how to play this game of chess.
However, what was clear was that the center of this game of chess was occupied by Xie Tian.
Just as he leaned back on the chair and looked at the door of the cave abode, millions of thoughts flashing through his mind …
Far away from Bi Cliff, there was a sea of blood that was formed by countless seas.
The number of seas of blood was about the same as the peaks on Bi Cliff.
Seas of blood of different sizes were like blood gems on this foreign battleground that was completely formed by the accumulation of bones. Some were turbulent, some were calm, some were deathly silent …
However, regardless of whether it was turbulent, calm, or deathly silent, they were all in the minority.
Most of the seas of blood seemed to be covered by a layer of grey. It looked even more terrifying than the deathly silence.
Although it was covered by a layer of grey, the strange thing was that most of the seas of blood looked even more scarlet than the calm seas.
It was as if the entire foreign battleground was an unimaginably huge body …
This scarlet sea of blood was the wound on this body. It had been bleeding for countless years, and it had continued to bleed until now.
Such a sea of blood could cause ghosts and gods to stay away. Thus, not even a Rakshasa dared to approach it. They could only watch from afar.
Even from afar, the already pale faces of the thirty-five titled blood disciples that had just appeared on the foreign battleground through the Ancient Blood Platform became so white that they were almost transparent.
"This is a demon!"
"Don't think that they will be your opponents in the future. They are not!"
"They are hunters! You are prey! "
"This is not only because you came to the foreign battleground! You are new recruits! "
"Put away your laughable arrogance!"
"Look at that endless sea of blood! Every single one of the Titled Blood Disciples buried there was ten times more powerful than you! A hundred times! "
"The only thing you can do now is to do everything you can to survive!"
…
After killing the two unruly Titled Blood Sons, the few extraterritorial Ancestral Lords left indifferently.
They pulled the Blood Disciples and even the Titled Blood Disciples who had just entered the outer realm to a place where they could see the Scarlet Sea of Blood for pre-war education …
He casually killed two disobedient blood disciples …
Leaving the blood masters behind to reflect …
All of these methods were the most basic rules of Sea Burial.
These rules seemed cruel, but they were not as gentle as the Second Tribe's Black Cliff. The reason was not entirely because of Rakshasa's strict bloodline hierarchy.
After all, from a certain point of view, these Blood Disciples and Titled Blood Disciples possessed bloodlines that were even more noble than theirs.
But no matter how noble an item was, it was nothing special in the Sea Burial.
This was because compared to human cultivators, the demons were more than a hundred times more terrifying to Rakshasa.
"I only hope that they can understand …"
"Every time a Blood Disciple enters the outer realm, which one of them doesn't have their noses in the air? These Titled Blood Disciples are considered lucky. After searching for half a day, we only found two who were unruly!"
"Heh, if we tell them that our Rakshasa Prison was chased here by those demons and had no choice but to merge with this universe …"
"When they grow to our realm, they will understand …"
…
The extraterritorial Ancestors stopped in the distance. They sized up the Titled Blood Disciples of Rakshasa Prison's thirty-five worlds as they discussed.
"I heard that something happened to the Blood Mist World?"
"I'm not sure …"
"Hmph, the Blood Mist World has been holed up for five hundred years. I thought that all the Titled Blood Disciples would respond to the Council of Patriarchs. In the end, not even a single Titled Blood Disciple came!"
"Who dares to go against the will of the Council of Patriarchs? You can't blame the Blood Mist World. You might not believe me, but this time, the Blood Mist World really … heh … "
"Just what happened?"
…
When the Ancestor who knew what had happened on the Blood Mist World's Ancient Blood Platform, the curious Ancestors were dumbfounded.
"He was killed by a human?"
"And in just a few breaths of time?"
"What kind of joke is this!"
…
"It's the Evil Emperor's successor of this world."
Ancestor Luo Tang, who knew what had happened, said.
"For some reason, the Evil Emperor's successor entered Rakshasa Prison and then went straight to the Ancient Blood Platform. He just happened to run into the Blood Mist World, fighting for a spot to enter the outer realms. Heh, it was a straight path, but the Evil Emperor's successor walked out just like that. The Blood Mist World has lost all face this time!"
There was no need to describe the battle in detail. The Ancestors only needed to think about the Ancient Blood Platform, the grand scene of the Ancient Blood Platform fighting for a spot to enter the outer realms, and the dozens of Titled Blood Disciples of the Blood Mist World …
A straight path based on these preconditions was enough to describe the terror of the Evil Emperor's successor.
"The Evil Emperor's successor of this world is so terrifying?" An Ancestor doubted and shook his head. "Impossible. If his realm was too high, the Blood Mist World's Ancestor definitely wouldn't have allowed a Titled Blood Disciple to act. If his realm was too low …"
"The Evil Emperor's successor has yet to enter the Saint Realm."
As these words were spoken, the atmosphere instantly became quiet. The Daozu felt a chill in their hearts.
"Surpassing realms and killing dozens of Titled Blood Disciples of the Blood Mist World?"
Luo Tang smiled and said, "The Old Man also thought that it was impossible. But according to the report, the Evil Emperor's successor used the iron blood aura to break the Blood Rainbow Tyrannical Killing Formation."
"The iron blood broke the Blood Rainbow Tyrannical Killing Formation? A third rank Dao Soldier! "The Ancestors felt their hair stand on end." Could it be that this Evil Emperor's successor even has the Evil Emperor's Dao Soldier … "
Luo Tang shook his head and said, "No one can be sure, but at least we know one thing. The terror of the Demonic Emperor's successor in this generation is not something that can be measured by the Demonic Emperor's successors of the past, especially in terms of methods.
The Ancestors heard this and nodded repeatedly.
"After leaving the Ancient Blood Platform, he entered the outer realms battlefield," an Ancestor suddenly said. "The Evil Emperor's successor actually came here? What does he want to do? "
"Regardless of what he wants to do," Luo Tang looked at the blood disciples from the 35 realms and said calmly, "I think it would be a good idea to let them fight with the successor of the Demonic Emperor before they truly come into contact with the demons."
The Ancestors heard this and frowned.
"If that's the case …"
"The Doyen Society is pressing us hard …"
"Yes, the atmosphere over at the demons' side has been strange recently. In addition, the Second Tribe has captured three of those existences in the past five hundred years …"
…
"Don't you all think about it?" Luo Tang looked around at the ancestors and smiled meaningfully. "If we capture the successor of the Evil Emperor and send him to the Council of Elders, how will the situation of the thirteen clans change? What kind of fortuitous opportunity is this for us? "
The atmosphere became silent.
As the silence continued, the Ancestors' red eyes became brighter and brighter, until …
"Alright!"
"Let's do that!"
"We can also extort money from the Blood Mist World!"
…
Xie Tian, who was still suffering from the demon flames alone in the sealed house, was completely unaware that two large nets had been quietly spread out towards him.
He had even almost forgotten who he was.
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