Dragon Vein Martial God

3The black-robed man showed no fear in the face of Shentu Yang's outburst. With a flick of his finger, a formation appeared... or perhaps the formation had appeared long ago, but the black-robed man had not fully activated it before.    

    

A bloody mist churned, and a blood curtain rose.    

    

"Boom! The flying boat was completely destroyed.    

    

The thick smell of blood in the blood screen made Jiang Ting's head feel a little fuzzy...    

    

Without thinking, Jiang Ting hurriedly bit the tip of his tongue to restore his clarity... That thing, he couldn't touch it, and the smell of blood was even more so undetectable!    

    

The two of them dodged the blood screen at the same time, and then they were separated by the blood screen... The blood screen clearly had the effect of isolating the illusion realm. After being separated by the blood screen, Jiang Ting could no longer hear any movement on the other side.    

    

"Roar..." The roar of a tiger erupted. The tiger-shaped hairpin condensed into a green tiger to protect itself.    

    

At the same time, Jiang Ting pushed the Thousand Feathers to the limit, and only then did he isolate the smell of blood. Only then did the fuzzy feeling in his mind disappear.    

    

The strange thing was that those resentful souls that were flying in the blood fog did not attack. They only stared at him with pure hatred.    

    

Jiang Ting didn't attack, but thought silently, "I seem to have heard of the Blood Soul Devil Tragic Formation..."    

    

Who was the devil cultivator who made a move? Why did he kill Shentu Yang?    

    

Would the devil cultivator leave immediately after killing Shentu Yang, or would he kill the great enemy of the devil path, Jiang Ting, along the way?    

    

Was there any other secret behind this?    

    

About five breaths later.    

    

Jiang Ting, who was deep in thought, suddenly shouted in a low voice, "Blood Soul Devil Tragic Formation... Myriad Burial Pit, it was you who did it!"    

    

His voice was extremely cold.    

    

He remembered what the Blood Soul Devil Tragic Formation was.    

    

It was an extremely terrifying formation. He did not know how terrifying it was. After all, he had never personally experienced it before.    

    

He had only read about it in the Purple Frost Sect's library. The Bloodsoul Devil Tragic Formation was an extremely terrifying formation of the Devil Dao.    

    

If he wanted to create the Blood Soul Devil Tragic Formation, he would need to kill at least a hundred thousand people. He would have to extract the souls of those hundred thousand people and refine them into resentful souls. Then, he would fuse the blood of those hundred thousand people into the resentful souls.    

    

He only knew that the more lives the Bloodsoul Devil Tragic Formation had, the more terrifying the formation would be.    

    

Those resentful souls were the people who were killed while forging the Blood Soul Devil Tragic Formation, as well as the people who were refined by the Blood Soul Devil Tragic Formation afterwards... The strength of those resentful souls was secondary. The main reason was that the wailing of the resentful souls would affect one's heart.    

    

Moreover, that blood fog would crazily corrode the hearts of people.    

    

If they were to be corroded by the blood fog for a long period of time, they would become a part of the Blood Soul Devil Tragic Formation.    

    

The most troublesome thing was that not only did the Blood Soul Devil Tragic Formation kill more people, it also became stronger. Moreover, if the person controlling the formation had a strong killing intent and cultivation, then the formation would become stronger.    

    

Why did Jiang Ting go to the Great Imperial Gate? It wasn't because of the Myriad Burial Pit at Peach Mountain, where at least a hundred thousand bones were buried... The Blood Soul Devil Tragic Formation also needed at least a hundred thousand lives.    

    

It was impossible not to link the two together.    

    

Unfortunately, although Jiang Ting made a sound, there was no reaction from the formation. The resentful soul continued to stare at Jiang Ting without attacking.    

    

"Are you not coming out?" Jiang Ting saw what was happening and struck forward with his palm. His magic power surged and turned into a huge palm, striking at the resentful soul and the blood mist.    

    

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" At least ten resentful souls were crushed by the huge palm because they couldn't dodge in time.    

    

"Argh..." Many of the resentful souls screamed.    

    

The howls continued to reverberate in the air, growing stronger and stronger.    

    

Some of the resentful souls that were unable to penetrate the blood mist started to shriek in other places as well... The continuous overlapping sounds not only hurt one's eardrums, but also caused one's soul to attack.    

    

Jiang Ting's divine soul was not something that could be compared to an early stage Earth Realm expert. That howl had no other effect apart from making Jiang Ting somewhat agitated.    

    

However, Jiang Ting did not let his guard down. He secretly left behind two percent of his strength to prevent any accidents from happening at any time. With seventy to eighty percent of his strength, he began to continuously release magic power to bombard the blood mist.    

    

Following his bombardment, the blood fog around him began to thin... but its speed was not fast.    

    

...    

    

On the other side of the blood curtain.    

    

Shentu Yang stared at the blood curtain in front of him. "Blood Soul Devil Tragic Formation... I never thought that the Myriad Burial Pit of Peach Mountain really wasn't done by Jiang Ting."    

    

The black-robed man who had caught his huge sword with an unknown method was standing in the blood fog. The formation was obviously set up by the black-robed man. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to stand in the blood fog without defending himself.    

    

He then looked at the black-robed man and slowly raised his head. "Jiang Ting, that kid, recognized this formation. You also recognized this formation. It seems that this Bloodsoul Devil Sorrow Formation is quite famous."    

    

He couldn't see ___'s appearance. He was wearing a red and black evil ghost mask, and he could only see... a pair of calm and indifferent eyes.    

    

Shentu Yang's entire body tensed up. "Who are you?"    

    

The black-robed man laughed softly. "Are you afraid?"    

    

Shentu Yang replied with a question, "The massacre in the Myriad Burial Pit was clearly done by Qing Zhao... You're not Qing Zhao. Qing Zhao fell to the devil, was it you?"    

    

The black-robed man suddenly laughed loudly. "You want to spy on him? So what if I tell you! That's right, I will plan the Myriad Burial Pit in Peach Mountain... I will only guide your Giant Fault Sect to deal with Jiang Ting on my behalf. You are satisfied with this answer! "    

    

" What exactly do you want to do? " Shentu Yang suppressed the uneasiness in his heart.    

    

"I said I'll lend you my head."    

    

The black-robed man regained his calm after he finished speaking. "I never say a third time... In order to avoid repeating the third time, I'll ask you to die now!"    

    

As soon as the word "go," the black-robed man's eyes shone with a cold light. He pointed his right index and middle fingers side by side. Instantly, a flash of sword light rose up. It was extremely dazzling.    

    

Shentu Yang shouted, "You've come at the right time!"    

    

The huge sword suddenly slashed horizontally... A fearful sword Qi appeared, sweeping across with a wave of air.    

    

The power was so great... The blood mist around Shentu Yang had actually thinned by at least thirty percent.    

    

The instigator, Shentu Yang, was instantly stunned.    

    

Then his expression suddenly turned ugly. "The Blood Soul Demon Requiem Formation forged with the lives of over a hundred thousand grass people, yet my sword has cut away nearly thirty percent of the blood mist... Your cultivation base is at most at the advanced stage of the Earth Realm. Who exactly are you!?"    

    

At most, it was at the late stage of the Earth Realm... Not because Shentu Yang was arrogant, but even someone like Jiang Ting, or even the head of his Giant Fault Sect's prodigy roll, Mach, would not be able to block his sword with his cultivation base at the late stage of the Earth Realm.    

    

Shentu Yang knew his own limitations. He knew that he was not a prodigy, much less a genius... He was just a talented person, or perhaps slightly more talented than the average person.    

    

However, no matter how weak he was, he was still at the mid Golden Core Realm!    

    

At most, the black-robed man was at the late Earth Realm, which was a full three realms away from him... Even peerless geniuses were almost unable to surpass him, let alone the qualitative difference between the Earth Realm and the Heaven Realm.    

    

However, the black-robed man had blocked his sword attack. If it weren't for the fact that he had cut off thirty percent of the blood mist, he wouldn't even know that the black-robed man's cultivation base wasn't very high.    

    

"You don't have the right to know who I am." The black-robed man's eyes shone with a cold light.    

    

"Rumble..." An explosion rang out.    

    

The black-robed man's sword light finally collided with Shentu Yang's sword qi as soon as they finished speaking.    

    

The powerful collision spread rapidly. It seemed like they were evenly matched.    

    

"Damn it..." Shentu Yang's expression turned ugly.