"Kill!"

Xu Yi must have poked a hornet's nest.

After waiting for only half an hour, more than two thousand people appeared at the end of the horizon, with each face with hideous faces.

From two directions, the clothes worn on the body are obviously divided into two factions, each with different differences.

The strongest ones are just extraordinary realms, and they are first and second grades, and none of them are third grade or above.

Looking at their violent appearance, Xu Yi's eyebrows were beating wildly, and a bloodthirsty killing aura rose uncontrollably.

Shura's Wings stretched out from behind, and Xu Yi rushed up with the Mutian Gun in his hand.

"Mutian Gun, fight in all directions!"

"Honglian Gunning!"

"Chirang Tian!"

"Tianjue Gun!"

Continuous group shooting skills were shot out.

Two thousand people came in a fierce momentum, countless casualties were killed or injured in an instant, blood invaded the already scarlet land, and countless broken limbs and arms.

Most people had no time to scream and became corpses.

Those who are lucky enough to die are all missing their arms and legs, screaming and wailing.

The thick blood mist floated, and the extremely strong smell of blood continued to pour into Xu Yi's nostrils, making his eyes a little red.

There was a feeling of comfort all over the body, even the pores were expanded, and greedily swallowing the blood evil aura.

The crazy resentment and anger accumulated in the heart were vented through this battle.

Xu Yi's heart beat hard, which was a kind of joy and desire.

The Shura bloodline was born for killing, which is not a false statement.

In the environment of the Blood Tu dynasty, I was greatly stimulated and I wish I could continue to kill!

A strong bloodthirsty desire was devouring his mind, which was a throbbing like an addict.

But Xu Yi held back.

He did not continue to kill the remaining people.

A true strong man will not be affected by desire and impulse.

"You are not strong enough, find someone stronger!" Xu Yi shouted.

One or two hundred remaining people fled in a hurry. Xu Yi, who was stretching the wings of Shura, looked like a devil in their hearts and was invincible.

More than half an hour later, Xu Yi waited for the person he wanted to see.

The Legion of the Blood-Slaughtering Dynasty.

The scale of ten thousand people was filled with evil spirits, and they strideed in big strides, trembling so that the ground was rumbling.

The footsteps of ten thousand people were as neatly as a giant and a ferocious beast.

The strong evil aura and murderous intent rushed towards him, making Xu Yi unable to help licking his lips.

Mu Tian's gun was sucked and spitted, and he also had the urge to kill.

But this legion did not attack Xu Yi.

The leader was a burly bald head, holding a scarlet giant axe, put the giant axe on the ground, clenched his fist with his right hand, knocked on his forehead three times, and shouted: "Welcome Shura into the palace!"

"Welcome Shura into the palace!"

Ten thousand people drank together.

Everyone was like the bald general in the lead, clenched his fist with his right hand and knocked on his forehead three times.

This is the etiquette of the Blood Slaughter Dynasty, only for the strong.

Obviously, in their eyes, Xu Yi is a strong man and deserves their respect.

The more bloodthirsty the place is, the more respectful the strong ones are. The primitive jungle laws will not change no matter how the times change.

"Let me go to the palace of the Blood-Slaughtering Dynasty? Please fall into the trap?" Xu Yi smiled coldly and bloodthirsty.

The bald general said in a muffled voice: "The Emperor is asking, the Blood Slaughter of the Dynasty and Shura are not enemies."

"Is that true?"

Xu Yi's Shura Wings were retracted, and he calmly landed in front of the bald general, and the terrifying blood evil swept across, posing a powerful threat to the bald general on the verge of death.

The bald general trembled in his heart, but did not take a step back, but looked directly at Xu Yi's gaze and focused his head: "Yes!"

Under the attack of his own murderous intent, he was still so calm. The generals of the Blood Tu dynasty were indeed brave men who struggled from the pile of dead people. It was not simple.

"lead the way."

Xu Yi spoke lightly, took off the Mutian spear, and entered the legion, an empty seat made of white bones.

Four big men, three meters tall and strong qi and blood, lifted the chair up, carried it on their shoulders, and moved forward smoothly.

Xu Yi, sitting on the bone seat, could hardly feel the bumps.

It is not a chariot, nor a mount, nor a fighter plane, etc., but it is a bone seat.

This Blood-Slaughtering Dynasty not only showed respect for Xu Yi, but also made an open announcement of Xu Yi's arrival.

The four big men seemed to be tireless and walked quickly with their seats. In just twenty minutes, Xu Yi saw a towering city wall.

The city is dark red, and looks like layers of blood stained red, and looks very shocking.

The city gate was wide open and no one was in and out. All the people of the Blood-Slaughtering Dynasty were blocked by the legion and were vacant for dozens of meters of open space, spreading into the city.

Xu Yigao sat in the bone seat, looking at the people of the Blood-slaughtering Dynasty on both sides from the corner of his eyes.

No matter men, women, young and old, there is a fierce atmosphere on his body. Even everyone, even a child about ten years old, has sharp weapons on his waist.

The fierce aura makes people intimidate.

It is very different from the Buddha Kingdom, the God Kingdom, and even the Zulong Mountain.

The legion stopped at the city gate.

Only four big men were left, carrying seats and sending Xu Yi to the palace of the Blood Tu Dynasty.

What surprised Xu Yi was that the palace of the Blood Tu Dynasty had no city walls, just a piece of area marked with no army around him, but no one dared to enter.

Along the way, Xu Yi did not see even a guard in the palace, which gave people the feeling that the palace was empty and there was no one at all.

Another hour later, the four big men carrying the seat stopped and slowly lowered the seat.

In front of Xu Yi's eyes was a black palace, surrounded by lilac fog, giving people a gloomy and weird feeling.

Without saying a word, Xu Yi stood up, climbed up the steps, and stood in front of the open hall gate.

At first glance, the hall was still empty. At the end of the hall, there was a three-meter-high bone throne, built with human bones and skulls.

On the Throne of the Bone, a man wearing black hideous armor and disheveled hair was full of bloodthirsty domineeringness.

Yan Jiuyou!

Xu Yi didn't expect that he could see the Demon Emperor of the Blood Tu Dynasty so soon. This Demon Emperor, unlike Bai Yujing's noble majesty, and the majestic sacredness of the Dragon Emperor, had a wild and barbaric aura, and also had a murderous intent.

A murderous intent that cannot be dissolved!

"The inheritor of Shura has finally arrived."

Yan Jiuyou slowly stood up, took a step forward, and appeared five meters in front of Xu Yi.

As the distance was closer, the surging barbaric aura became more and more intense.

Xu Yi then realized that there were two black horns on the top of his head, not long and covered by his hair, so he hadn't seen them before.

"You are here to kill this emperor when you come to the Blood Slaughter Dynasty?"
Chapter completed!