Li Tian can be sure that the blood source is definitely a wise thing-

When Li Tian was sitting on the evil dog and turned back, the blood spirit source turned and flew towards the refugee land again. Those guys who were still swimming in the sea of ​​death, and who had no idea that they had already landed on the refugee land, had already swam ashore and were excitedly swam faster.

Li Tian is not a saint, but he doesn't want to watch these guys swim over and die.

Standing on the back of the evil dog, he shouted loudly to the disciples: "Don't chase the source of blood. The coast of this sea of ​​death is full of refugees from refugees. Those refugees will kill them when they see people. Now the disciples over there have been at least more than 10,000 people killed, and even the sea water has been dyed blood red. Turn around and run away!"

"Who are you idiot? Do you think you are the savior? Don't think we don't know, you just want to take over the blood source alone! Haha, someone has used your tricks!" The cultivator cursed at Li Tian while swimming.

Master Shi Lei said angrily: "Do you want to die? You actually talk to my elder brother like this! Do you know who he is?"

"Who? With such a big four-winged mount, there is a beautiful woman who looks like a flower on the mount. That must be the legendary super soft rice king Li Tian."

"That's right, don't think that he was awesome when he rode the daughter of Venerable Yecheng. There is more than one emperor in this underworld!" These cultivators were ruthless and humiliated Li Tian instead.

"Insulting my elder brother Li Tianzhe! Die!"

"Heavy!"

Master Shi Lei shouted softly, and two powerful pressures fell from the sky and directly pressed against the two cultivators. These two cultivators were instantly pressed under the sea by the pressure!

Gudu!

Gudu!

The two cultivators kept blowing bubbles in their mouths, and slapped their hands and feet on the water surface in a constant manner. They wanted to break free from the gravity attack of Master Lei, but the difference in this realm made them powerless.

Seeing that Master Lei did not take action, he just used this skill. The two guys who were known as the peak level eight disciples were pressed into the water and did not even have a chance to resist. Their faces were filled with horror and he said in a trembling voice: "Honor...Honor, he is actually a Venerable!"

"Escape quickly!"

There seems to be a huge gap between the disciples and the Venerable.

There are 5 million practitioners entering the battlefield of death every 500 years, but after 500 years, there are less than 500 people who can become venerables.

The probability of a Venerable being able to produce one of the ten thousand disciples is considered high. Coupled with the five hundred years, it can further illustrate the scarcity and strength of the Venerable.

What's more, these strong men who became Venerables in the battlefield of death may not have entered the battlefield of death five hundred years ago, or even a thousand years ago, or even longer. Didn't this little hotpot be the first to stay in the battlefield of death three thousand years before becoming Venerables?

Soon, monks kept turning back in the sea of ​​death and began to flee back frantically. As these monks returned, the color of the sea water gradually turned into a faint red. The two monks who had been pressed into the water finally knew that Li Tian was not lying to them.

But it was too late for them to admit their mistakes, and Master Lei would not give them this opportunity.

It is not easy for a master of the level of monks to be drowned by water.

After all, even if you reach this level of cultivation, you can do it even if you don’t breathe for half an hour, but this actually increases their pain.

For example, an ordinary person can hold his breath for more than one minute. In this minute of holding his breath, the person will never feel comfortable. As the time of holding his breath for a longer time, the pain will increase sharply.

These two peak masters of level 8 of the cultivator were suffocated to death by Shi Lei using this skill in the water.

Ye Meijing didn't feel anything wrong with this. In her eyes, these two reptile-like guys dared to speak rudely and humiliate her, so these two guys would have a way out.

In the eyes of Master Shi Lei, killing two cultivators is as simple as killing two ants, not to mention that these two cultivators are obviously members of the opposing organization of Venerable Yecheng.

After Li Tian was chased by the deadly land, Li Tian had already seen everything.

"Xiao Lei, I decided to enter the refugee land and find the source of blood spirit!" Li Tian said solemnly.

Master Shi Lei looked at Li Tian’s serious expression, knew that Li Tian had made up his mind, and nodded slightly and said, "You are my elder brother, I am willing to follow you! I will protect your safety if my brain is in danger of life."

This is Shi Lei's scene and his heart.

Shi Lei knew that with Li Tian's ability to kill the Dragon Clan Venerable, he didn't need his protection at all. Of course, if he really needed his protection, he would do his best.

Shi Leiwei only waits for five hundred years to leave the battlefield of death and enter the underworld and get help from Li Tian.

...

Since the secret realm of the Death Battlefield was first opened, there have been refugees here. As time goes by, the number of refugees on the Death Battlefield has gradually increased. Now the number of refugees on the entire Death Battlefield has probably exceeded one million.

The land of refugees is named because of the dramas here, and there are more than 600,000 refugees gathered in the land of refugees alone.

Therefore, the refugee land is a city, a county and a world completely independent of the underworld.

The current ruler of the refugee land is Liu. The specific name of the refugee land has been forgotten. The name here is not important, what is important is strength.

All the people in the refugee land call him the refugee supreme.

The Supreme Refuge has lived in the refugee land for more than eight thousand years. This long eight thousand years of life has allowed his cultivation to slowly break through to the second level of the Venerable, and this level of cultivation can definitely be regarded as the master of this world on the battlefield of death.

He dominates a secret realm that is ten times larger than the earth's world, but the refugee supreme lives very unhappy.

Although he had many wives and concubines and hundreds of children over the long eight thousand years, he knew that this was not the life he wanted, and he wanted to return to the underworld.

He missed the green mountains and clear waters of the underworld, the alternation of the sun and moon in the underworld, and everything in the underworld, but everything in the underworld has nothing to do with him. As long as he dares to return to the underworld, he will be killed by that person as soon as possible.

Standing on the huge wall of the imperial city, the refugee supreme looked at the crowds of people coming and going in the city and felt as if he was a ants, and couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

Next to the refugee supreme, a woman who was only twenty-seven or eight years old but with a pure gold mask said to the refugee supreme: "Father, why did you sigh? Was it because of a secret envoy?"

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