"mix?

Chaos?

Blood?

lotus?"

Xiao Yi stared at the blood-colored lotus floating above the blood-colored furnace, took a breath of cold air, and slowly revealed the true face of this blood lotus.

At this moment...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             �

It turned into bloody steam and rose up, gathering into the Chaos Blood Lotus suspended in the middle of the furnace.

As the bloody steam merged into it, the red light on the Chaos Blood Lotus became more vigorous and dazzling.

New petals gradually appeared.

Eighty-two.

Eighty-three.

Eighty-four...                                                                                                                            

"Master, you just mentioned the Chaos Blood Lotus?

What is this?"

The Shura Prison Lord looked confused.

Xiao Yi took a deep breath, his eyes rose, and he said word by word: "The Chaos Blood Lotus is a taboo secret technique, an evil method strictly prohibited by the Palace of Eternal Life in ancient times.

According to legend, the Chaos Blood Lotus must be refined with the flesh and blood sacrifice of believers. The Chaos Blood Lotus has the highest ten grades.

The first-grade Chaos Blood Lotus needs to sacrifice one believer, and then the number of believers who need to sacrifice for each increase of the first level is increased ten times..."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           �

I looked at the eighth-grade Chaos Blood Lotus in disbelief.

According to Xiao Yi, the first grade needs to sacrifice 100 believers, and the eighth grade alone needs to sacrifice 100 million believers.

Upgrading to the tenth level, one will be one billion believers! In order to refine a Chaos Blood Lotus, one will sacrifice billions of believers.

What a cruel heart that can be done?

"The Gala Prison Realm has the largest population, which is 1.23 billion..." "No wonder Gala Prison mainly allows all people in the Gala Prison Realm to worship his statue. This is to cultivate believers, in order to wait until accumulate a sufficient number of believers and then refine this evil Chaos Blood Lotus?"

"Bastard, this is not a good person, this is an old bastard..." "Damn, people in the world say that I, Shura, are the killing madman, this good person, Jialuo, is the real demon! He knows people and the face but not the heart..." The Lord of Shura Prison and others were all filled with indignation and roaring indignation.

Zhang Ming gritted his teeth and looked at Xiao Yi: "Master, what is the purpose of Master Galuo's Prison Master refining this Chaos Blood Lotus?"

Everyone looked at Xiao Yi one after another.

Huh! Xiao Yi had a breath of turbid air and said word by word: "It is said that the tenth-grade Chaos Blood Lotus can help people enter the realm of the Saint!"

"..."                                                                                                                              �

Help others to enter the realm of the Saint?

This reason alone is that almost ninety percent of the strong men cannot refuse!                                                                                                                       �

I saw a figure slowly walking out after the altar.

The visitor was wearing a green robe, holding the Buddhist beads in his hand and turning them gently. He looked solemn and kind, like a kind old man from his neighbor's house.

This is the Lord of the Gala, one of the four great prison masters! “I didn’t expect that in the Endless Ice Prison, there is still someone who knows about the Chaos Blood Lotus.

Little guy, you are Xiao Yi, who defeated the Shura Prison Lord and killed the Huangquan Prison Lord?"

The Lord of the Gala Prison looked at Xiao Yi with a smile and asked.

"Master, this is the Lord of the Galla Prison!"

"I wasted my kind-hearted look. I was deceived by him before. I thought I was a good old man..."                                                                                                                 �

They also killed people! But they rarely attacked ordinary people, let alone worshipping themselves as gods.

The ruthless Lord Gala is definitely far more cruel than everyone present! The ruthless Lord Abid stepped forward, with a gloomy face and said coldly: "Gala, why do you want to kill Ma Da?"

"This is no wonder I am!"

The Lord of Prison Gala shrugged his shoulders, pointed at Xiao Yi, and said, "If you want to blame him, blame him! If this kid hadn't suddenly appeared and defeated the Lord of Shura Prison and the Lord of Huangquan Prison, I wouldn't have been so anxious to open the Chaos Altar and refine the Chaos Blood Lotus.

At this time, Ma Daha saw the altar, and I could only kill him..."                                                                                                                      

The Lord of Abidden's Prison was furious. Ma Daha was his brother of life and death, and he was his life-saving benefactor.

At this moment, the murderer was in front of him, and he looked even more indifferent.

This made the Lord of Abidha even more angry.

"I want you to live!"

The body of the Lord of Abidden's body suddenly moved and turned into a red light and flew past.

Behind him a terrifying hell appeared.

The master of Avici is practicing the technique of "Avici Hell". Practicing this technique can condense a place of Avici Hell, and there are endless evil spirits and resentful spirits inside.

These evil spirits are condensed on the attacking moves, with great power and cannot be resisted by strong people of the same level.

Awwoo...                                                                                                                             

I saw countless evil ghosts with green faces and fangs appear in the void. The ghost face was extremely huge, covering the sky and the sun, and sprinting towards the Lord of the Gala Prison.

The sharp teeth in the bloody mouth seemed to bite the Lord of the Gala into pieces.

"A little trick!"

The Lord of the Gala sneered disdainfully.

As he waved his hand, the sky suddenly collapsed and the earth broke, and a god of death appeared.

Buzz!                                                              

The ghost face collapsed! The terrifying God of Death Scythe even moved forward, and with a bang, it hit the Lord of Abidden.

As the blood squirted, the Lord of Abigaki flew backwards, and his whole body was cut in half.

Only a soul was left, and he fled to Xiao Yi and others in a panic, looking at the Lord of Prison Galuo with horror: "You, how could you be so strong?"

Always.

The Lord of the Gala Prison is the weakest among the four masters! The Lord of the Shura Prison helped the Lord of the Abi Prison to stabilize his soul and said in a deep voice: "Is this still necessary to ask?

It must be this old Yinbi who hides his strength!"

Xiao Yi said coldly: "Master Gala, do you still need to hide it now?"

"Haha, what you said is right. There is no need to continue to endure it now!"

The Lord of Jail Gala shrugged.

He twisted his neck gently and walked forward step by step.

Every step forward, his body was a little straight.

The aura of the Great Dao on his body was also fluctuating stronger and stronger.

It seemed as if there was a thick layer of disguise on him, and now he gradually took off the disguise.

He hid his true face for countless years and exposed it to everyone.

Fifty steps on the road.

Sixty steps on the road.

Seventy steps of the road...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           �

Instead, he was tall and handsome, with a young face full of redness.

The Buddhist beads in their hands also turned into a string of blood-stained beads.

Gently put it on your wrist.

The eyes are as sharp as an eagle and a falcon, and the blood around the body is rolling, giving people a sense of majesty at the core of this world.

Until this moment... Xiao Yi confirmed the true cultivation of the Lord Gala Prison Master, ninety-nine steps of the road to the great road! This is truly only one step away from the realm of the Saint Lord! "Okay, what a terrible breath..." "This, is this Lord Gala Prison Master already at the realm of the Saint Lord?"

"No, he has not yet broken through to the Saint Venerable Realm, but he is not far from the Saint Venerable Realm.

I'm not his opponent... Hahaha, it turns out that the real clown is actually me?

Fortunately, I always feel that I am the number one master in the Endless Ice Prison. It turns out that the Lord of the Gala has always used me as a monkey…” The Lord of the Shura clenches his fists and grits his teeth.

Endure for thousands of years.

I am willing to be the weakest prison master.

Now the explosion is to let the world know that he is the strongest person in the Endless Ice Prison! Ninety-nine steps in the Great Way!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            
Chapter completed!