Jiao Hua smiled.
The laughter was cold, without any warmth, and echoed in the crumbling Xuanjing Palace.
"Break him?"
He stared at the blurry blood mist, with mockery and murderous intent intertwined in his dark golden vertical pupils.
"Could the Fifth Palace Master be joking with this prince?"
"Our clan King Realm Eighth Level, the warrior general Jiao Tu who was carrying Flood Dragon Bloodline, died in his hands."
"I really can't think of any other methods you can use to defeat that human race."
Jiao Hua's tone was very calm.
But every word that fell made the law of water in the palace, which had just calmed down, become manic and restless again.
Nie Wuya The hand that was shaking the folding fan froze suddenly, and the smile on his face was a little unbearable for a moment.
Indeed.
An existence that can kill the King Realm Eighth Level Body Refinement demon head-on has already exceeded the scope of their original plan.
If you send people to assassinate him again, your life will be in vain.
However, the Lord of the Five Halls still sat firmly as a mountain, and the blood mist around him did not even waver at all.
"Your Highness Jiao Hua, have you forgotten who is standing behind me Blood Baleful Intent Hall and Demon God Cult?"
His sinister voice was like a poisonous snake spitting messages, bit by bit licking the nerves of everyone present.
Jiao Hua frowned tightly.
The Lord of the Fifth Palace did not continue to show off. He tapped lightly on the armrest with his dry fingers and slowly spit out two names that completely froze the entire palace.
"Blood Race."
"Devil Race."
Boom!
These two names seem to contain the Taboo mighty power that goes with words.
All the light in the palace was instantly swallowed up, falling into ultimate silence and darkness.
Nie Wuya The blood on his face faded instantly, the folding fan in his hand fell to the ground with a "pop", and fear from the depths of his soul welled up in his eyes.
Jiao Hua Yao Qi, which had just restrained, erupted out of control again.
This time, it was not anger, but utter horror!
Blood Race! Devil Race!
That is the Taboo race that is older and more chaotic than Demon Race, and is completely spurned by the laws of heaven and earth!
According to rumors, they feed on the flesh and blood of all living beings and take pleasure in the despair of all living beings. They are the source of pure destruction and chaos.
Great Qin At the beginning of the founding of the country, the First Emperor united with the most powerful men in the world and launched a brutal battle of "extermination of blood and demons" before expelling these two terrifying races from this world and sealing them outside the endless void!
Blood Baleful Intent Hall and Demon God Cult are actually the minions and lackeys of these two clans?!
"You are crazy!"
Jiao Hua's voice was extremely hoarse, and he finally understood what kind of crazy people he was working with.
Being associated with the blood and demon clans is equivalent to being an enemy of all living creatures in this world!
"Crazy?"
The fifth palace master chuckled softly.
"Second Prince, what's the difference between you and Great Qin already fighting to the death, or going crazy?"
"We are just providing you, Northern Nether Sea, with a faster and final way to break the situation."
The blood mist surged violently all over the sky, and the Lord of the Five Halls slowly stood up.
Two piercing scarlet gazes penetrated the thick blood mist and locked onto Jiao Hua.
"As long as His Highness nods and agrees, we can build 'Blood Demon Descent Altar' here."
"Using the remaining essence of the two fallen King Realm as a guide, summon the projection of the kings of the blood and demon clans to come to the world."
"By then, it will be a piece of cake to deal with a mere Su Yu!"
"You..."
Jiao Hua was greatly shocked and his breathing suddenly stopped.
Summon the projection of the king from another world!
What a crazy and vicious Taboo method!
He could almost foresee that once such a strong person from the void Taboo came.
The entire Nan Province, and even half of Great Qin, will be devastated and completely reduced to hell on earth!
He subconsciously wanted to refuse.
But in his mind, scenes flashed crazily.
Jiao Tu died tragically and was tortured, he was coerced in public, Northern Nether Sea countless soldiers were stained with blood on the battlefield... and Su Yu's face was so cold and indifferent that it made people palpitate.
The overwhelming hatred was like poisonous fire, madly burning his remaining sanity.
Great Qin! Su Yu!
Since we have already refused to die, then... we will simply destroy them together!
A long time.
Jiao Hua's clenched fists were slowly released.
He sat down again, and all the Yao Qi that was surging violently around his body was absorbed into his body.
There was no longer any struggle or hesitation in his eyes, only the coldness and determination of breaking the boat.
"What do you need from me, Prince?"
Hearing these words, Nie Wuya secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The fifth hall master let out a satisfied chuckle.
"It's very simple."
The fifth hall master sat back down, his voice in the blood mist carrying a strong connotation.
"I, Blood Baleful Intent Hall and Demon God Cult, are solely responsible for the construction of the altar."
"But summoning the king's projection requires sufficient 'coordinates' and 'sacrifice'."
"The coordinates are the place where Jiao Tu and Wuyin fell - Sea Suppression City."
"And the sacrifice..."
The Lord of the Fifth Hall paused for a moment, and the lingering blood mist slowly turned towards Jiao Hua.
Those scarlet and cold eyes seemed to penetrate the layers of the palace walls and look into the deepest part of the Northern Nether Sea.
Sensing the Lord of the Fifth Palace's gaze, which was like inspecting goods, Yao Qi, who had just calmed down in Jiao Hua's body, became restless again, and let out an extremely suppressed cold snort.
"Master of the Fifth Hall, please don't forget that my father is Emperor Realm a strong man."
This cold warning was like ice water pouring down, instantly suppressing the wildly growing ambition in the palace.
In the blood mist, the figure of the five hall masters stagnated slightly.
After a moment, his trademark, tooth-wrenching hoarse laugh sounded.
"Haha, don't be upset, Your Highness. Flood Dragon Emperor His Majesty is so powerful that we naturally feel awe and don't dare to be disrespectful in the slightest."
The topic of his conversation suddenly changed, and the temperature of his tone dropped sharply, becoming even colder than Wannian Xuanbing.
"It's just that if you want the king's projection to arrive completely, in addition to the coordinates, you also need the support of a massive amount of 'blood food'."
"For example...Northern Nether Sea The corpses of those soldiers who died on the battlefield."
Boom!
The air in the entire hall exploded instantly!
Jiao Hua suddenly stood up from the throne.
The throne beneath him, which was made from a single piece of deep-sea shipwreck wood, was silently turned into fine ashes under the terrifying demonic energy that surged out of control.
His dark golden vertical pupils were locked firmly on the blood mist, and he squeezed it out from the gap between his teeth word by word.
"You, say, again?!"
King Realm Ninth Layer Peak's violent pressure suddenly swept through the entire palace. The cracks in the palace walls spread like spider webs, and the entire Xuanjing Palace screamed and trembled violently.
But even so, the Lord of the Five Halls still sat motionless, the blood mist around his body was calm and calm, without a trace of disorder.
"Your Highness, anger can't solve anything."
His tone was calm and he spoke slowly.
"Summoning the Blood Demon Monarch projection requires a massive amount of blood essence and overwhelming resentment."
"The remaining essence of Jiao Tu and Wuyin, King Realm, is just an introduction."
"Those Flood Dragon Race and Siren soldiers who died on the battlefield all have pure Demonic Power in their bodies, second only to the King Realm."
"The unwillingness, anger, and resentment they felt at the moment of their death in battle were the best fuel to activate the altar."
He paused slightly, his voice revealing extreme coldness and cruelty.
"Wouldn't it be nice to let them contribute the last bit of value to the Northern Nether Sea's hegemony and die a worthy death?"
"You are blaspheming the dead!"
Jiao Hua was completely furious, a roar shook the hall, and he punched the Xuanjing table in front of him.
The black crystal countertop, which is harder than fine steel, was instantly covered with dense cracks.
Use the corpses of brothers of the same race who fought bloody battles and died in battle to summon evil spirits from outside the realm?!
This is the biggest humiliation to the Northern Nether Sea!
It is the deepest blasphemy against the entire Flood Dragon Clan!