Buzz--!
Four dead breaths rose into the sky from the direction of the underground cave and locked onto him instantly.
Ta. ta. ta. ta.
Uniform footsteps came from four directions.
Four humanoid puppets made of pale bones and black metal came out of the blood mist and surrounded him.
The long extinguished soul fire in their eyes was rekindled at this moment.
What was ignited were two points of strange, pure blood-colored light!
Two of them, Earth Realm Sixth Level.
The other two, Earth Realm Ninth Level!
Cold, dead, and murderous intent that does not contain any living emotion is like four mountains, pressing hard on Zhou Tong from all directions.
"Damn it!"
Zhou Tong cursed secretly in his heart, and forcibly stopped his body, suspended in mid-air, his face so gloomy that it could drip water.
He knew he couldn't leave.
These four puppets are connected to the earth's veins and the entire Blood Spirit Formation. No matter how fast he runs, he cannot run faster than the blockade of this formation.
"Old Duke!"
Zhou Tong did not take action immediately, but spoke in a deep voice, and the sound spread throughout the mansion.
"There is no grudge between you and me. I am Zhou Tong, the master of the Blood Baleful Intent Hall! You Chen Family and our palace have always cooperated. What happened today all happened because of Demon God Cult Yao Ming. Why bother killing each other!"
He tried to reason, delay time, and look for ways to break the situation.
The name Blood Baleful Intent Hall is enough to make any force weigh it in the territory of Great Qin.
However, all he received in response was dead silence.
And... the fists made of metal and bones raised by the four puppets at the same time.
Boom!
There is no fancy martial arts, no gorgeous skills.
Only the purest, most primitive, and most violent power!
The four fist winds carried Blood Spirit Formation's majestic power, tearing the air apart and sealing off all Zhou Tong's dodge space.
"That's too much!"
Zhou Tong had a flash of cruelty in his eyes.
After all, he is also one of the seven hall masters of the Blood Baleful Intent Hall, how can he be slaughtered by others!
"Blood Baleful Intent Demon Body!"
With a low roar, the bloody evil energy around him condensed crazily, forming a ferocious demonic body three feet high on his body.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Four extremely dull loud noises exploded almost at the same time.
Zhou Tong's Blood Baleful Intent Demon Body trembled violently, and was hit so hard that it dented inward. He himself even groaned, and his blood surged.
What a powerful force!
The power of each puppet is far superior to that of a warrior of the same level, and it is endless!
The more he beat, the more frightened he became.
These puppets are not tired at all and don't know pain. Every time he hits hard, he has to consume a lot of energy and blood, but the opponent can instantly replenish it from the formation.
One thing is going down, the other is going up, he will definitely die!
"Old Duke! Do you really want to be my enemy, Blood Baleful Intent Hall?!"
Zhou Tong shouted again, trying to shake the other person with words.
This time, that old voice finally sounded again.
"Cooperation?"
The sound no longer comes from the void, but... from the puppet of Earth Realm Ninth Level in front of Zhou Tong!
I saw the puppet slowly lowering its fist, and the bloody soul fire flickered.
It looked at Zhou Tong with a look that seemed to be examining the goods.
"Dianzhu Zhou, you think too highly of Chen Xiaotian."
"Also... you look down on me so much."
The moment the words fell.
Boom--!!!
A terrifying coercion far exceeding Earth Realm Peak erupted from the puppet!
On its bones, golden runes lit up, intertwined with the formation patterns of Blood Spirit Formation, forming a new, deeper and more vast power.
That power has touched the threshold of... Heaven Realm!
Zhou Tong's scalp exploded instantly.
Possessed?!
This old ghost could actually possess a Earth Realm Ninth Level puppet and let its strength break through on the spot?!
"Come,"
The possessed puppet slowly raised one hand, with its fingers spread out, facing Zhou Tong.
From the puppet's mouth, cold and indifferent words came out.
"Let me see the quality of Master Blood Baleful Intent Hall."
The palm made of bones and metal circulated the power of the Heaven Realm that ripped apart space, hovering quietly in front of Zhou Tong.
There are no strong winds and no huge waves.
But Zhou Tong felt that every inch of space around him was completely locked by an invisible force. His soul seemed to be nailed to the spot, and even his thoughts became stagnant.
This is an absolute suppression at the life level.
He has no doubt that as long as the other party has a thought, his proud Blood Baleful Intent Demon Body will be easily torn into pieces like paper.
Run?
Facing a Half-Step Heaven Realm who can directly mobilize the power of the entire formation, escaping is just a joke.
Fight?
It is even more humiliating to oneself.
Zhou Tong, for the first time, an emotion called "dignity" appeared on that iceberg face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.
But he had no fear, let alone despair.
As one of the seven hall masters of the Blood Baleful Intent Hall, a hero who crawled out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, the word "sit back and wait for death" has never been in his dictionary.
Just before the palm fell.
Zhou Tong gave up all defensive postures, dispersed Blood Baleful Intent Demon Body's body surface, looked directly at the puppet's eyes burning with blood-colored soul fire, and spoke at an extremely steady speed.
"Old Duke, you have no time."
The sound was not loud, but it was like a stone thrown into stagnant water, clearly spreading throughout this dead Shura field.
The palm containing Heaven Realm's power suddenly stopped less than three inches away from Zhou Tong's forehead.
The bloody soul fire in the puppet's eyes beat violently.
Effective!
Zhou Tong made an instant judgment in his mind and continued to speak in an unhurried tone.
"The movement of Duke's Residence has alarmed Qing Province Demon Suppression Bureau. At most one stick of incense, Qing Province Demon Suppression Envoy Wang Du, will definitely arrive."
He paused, then changed the topic, and there was a hint of playfulness in his voice.
"You can kill me, it's easy. But after killing me, do you still have enough time to deal with a real Heaven Realm Sixth Stage strong man?"
Dead silence.
The air seemed to freeze.
Chen Xiaotian in the distance turned pale as soon as he heard the words "Wang Du".
That is a fear that comes from the depths of the soul!
Others only know that Wang Du is the powerful Heaven Realm, but as the Duke of the country, he is fully aware of its terror.
Wang Du is not only profound in cultivation, but even more frightening is that he controls the most lethal person in the artistic conception of heaven and earth - Law of Thunder!
That is the nemesis of all evil techniques!
And their Chen Family... Whether it's the Blood Demon Art he cultivated or the shocking situation his father spent decades setting up, in essence, they all belong to the category that is firmly restrained by Lei Fa!
"Father!"
Chen Xiaotian could no longer remain silent. He bowed in the direction of the heart deep underground, almost as if begging.
"Wang Du This person... is unfathomable. He has touched the threshold of the law, and he holds Demon Suppression Bureau heavy weapons! If we fight him head-on at this time, we... we will be afraid..."
He didn't dare to say any more, but the meaning behind his words couldn't be more obvious.
Once entangled by Wang Du, my father's three hundred years of hard work and the precious opportunity he gained at the expense of the entire Duke's Residence will be completely wasted!
Zhou Tong watched this scene quietly, with an imperceptible arc at the corner of his mouth.
He knew that he made the right bet.
Chen Family father and son are more afraid of the Demon Suppression Bureau than he imagined.
The puppet possessed by the old prince fell silent.
Its pair of blood-colored soul fire flickered in and out of its eye sockets, as if it was undergoing some kind of high-speed trade-off.
The entire Duke's Residence fell into a suffocating depression because of its silence.
A long time.
That old, indifferent voice finally sounded again.
"What do you Blood Baleful Intent Hall want to do?"
Done!
Zhou Tong was certain in his heart, but his face remained calm, as if he had everything under control.
"It's very simple."
He held out two fingers.
"We, cooperate."
"Demon God Cult those losers are unreliable, but I, Blood Baleful Intent Hall, can."
"Wang Du, our palace will send someone to stop you. Not just him, but any Demon Suppression Bureau strong person who dares to come to disrupt the situation, we will help you stop it."
Zhou Tong's voice is full of bewitching power, and every word hits the vital points of the Chen Family and his son.