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Chapter 776 Blood-devouring Hall

And these blood mists turned into blood dragons, rolling and surging in the blood sea. Under the order of the hall master, they all opened their dragon mouths and pulled out their sharp claws, attacking Ye Xuan from all directions.

"You may not know the power of faith, but today I will show you.

Ye Xuan said coldly. Then both hands merged, one hand made a tactic, and the sword fingers burst out.

Immediately, the nine swords came out side by side, spinning and swept, under the control of Ye Xuan, they fell into the void in each corner of the Blood Devouring Hall, bursting with dazzling rays of light.

These nine long swords are not ordinary swords, but divine swords. They are the evolution of nine different Taoist laws and have nine different colors.

White represents the holy avenue of purification, pure and flawless, red represents the consciousness of the god of slaughter, which can slaughter all gods, demons, and spirits, and black represents the gray world, pure darkness, which can annihilate all 333 vitality, and even light cannot escape.

The power contained in each of these nine swords is terrifying enough to destroy the plane of a small world.

Even so, the hall master just gave him a cold look, which did not cause him too much emotional fluctuation, but said coldly:

"Do you think this sword formation can help me?"

"Uh." Ye Xuan did not refute, the power of belief of the blue star river was pulled by the palm of his hand, and it was given to the meeting.

"Of course not, what about the Immortal Execution Sword Formation with the power of faith!

The calm face of the hall master changed slightly, and he noticed the nine swords that gave the power of faith, which became more splendid, and each avenue evolved more pure.

This is the magic of the power of belief. Everything has its own reason, and the reason is not artificial, but the belief of thousands of living beings. It is precisely because of this that the power of belief becomes the spirit of all things. Without the blessing of the power of belief, the artifact lacks spirituality.

From this, it can be seen how terrifying the Immortal Execution Sword Formation, which endows the power of faith, is.

Under the gaze of the hall master, the blood dragon attacking Ye Xuan was restrained by the sword beams of the Immortal Execution Sword Formation, unable to move, shrinking together like dead snakes.

Over time, the body exploded into nothingness, annihilated completely, and even the state of blood mist could not be maintained, and it dissipated out of thin air.

Seeing this scene, the palace master's face turned ashen, his body shook, turned into a cloud of blood, and rushed towards Ye Xuan.

"You can't help but try your best? This is the moment I've been looking forward to for a long time, come on, come fight! 39

Ye Xuan's whole body was full of fighting spirit, his breath suddenly climbed several levels, he slapped it out with one palm, and the galaxy gathered above his head, wrapped around his palms, and went with his palm.

Boom boom boom!

The top-level powerhouses collided, and the terrifying power leaked suddenly smashed the main hall into pieces, the walls instantly turned into slag, the foundation was randomly smashed, and the top of the tower fell into the clouds, scattered into countless pieces. The clods fell into the sky.

One palm after another, the speed is as fast as lightning and thunder, the two have fought for hundreds of rounds. The space is unbearable, it can be said that the momentum is huge, and even the movement here can be seen from thousands of miles away.

"That's what you are! The blood-devouring hall has collapsed, how is this possible."

Thousands of miles away, someone stopped cultivating, and when they heard the fluctuations that even the earth trembled beyond the sky, it was inevitable that they jumped on the roof to check the situation.

In his horrified eyes, the blood-devouring hall that once stood still was collapsing at an extreme speed, and a scorching flash was erupting below.

"This is the momentum of a fight between masters. Could it be that the Palace Master of the Blood-devouring Palace made a move? But who could let the Palace Master make a move, and it was evenly divided!!" He concluded from the aftermath of the battle.

At this time, he was not only watching by himself, but all the people nearby were looking up at the sky in shock, their eyes dull, like a body with a lost soul.

The collapse of the Blood-devouring Hall was something they didn’t dare to imagine in their dreams. They had to know that the Blood-devouring Hall had been erected there for tens of billions of years. It was an existence that they did not know that countless generations of sages could look up to, so it appeared without warning. in front of your eyes!

I don't know if it's good luck or good luck!

After a long time, someone rubbed their eyes violently. Even if the eyes were bleeding, they couldn't feel the pain. Instead, they pointed to the disappearing blood-devouring hall with a look of surprise and shouted to everyone:

"That's the Blood-devouring Hall, it collapsed, we're not dreaming! It's all true!

Being reminded like this, many people reacted, and their faces showed ecstatic expressions that were more alive than their own parents.

Their ancestors were squeezed and oppressed by the Blood Devouring Hall for generations, and the emotions that erupted at this moment were more shocking and stronger than anything.

The small group of people here thought that coming to this world would be a beautiful place, but what they saw when they were sensible, this world could be called Shura Hell.

Those little scoundrels below the Blood-devouring Hall would come to their village every so often to rape young women, and those who were a little more handsome would just kidnap them, and their fate would be unknown. The result is naturally inferior to the women left behind by rape.