Chapter 3681: Too Strange

Nie Tian's face sank when he saw this scene.

These black-clothed warriors were obviously from the Blood Soul Sect. Judging from their aura, they were all powerful Tianyi Saint Lords.

"Blood Soul Guards!" When everyone saw the group of black-clothed warriors, their eyes trembled with horror and they screamed in unison.

Who would have thought that what happened here would actually alarm the Blood Soul Guards!

In the entire underworld, the name of the Blood Soul Guards is extremely loud and famous.

Anything that can alarm the Blood Soul Guards is a very big deal.

The battle between Nie Tian and Dongfang Ting actually attracted the Blood Soul Guards, which was something everyone never expected.

"The Blood Soul Guards are here!" At this time, Dongfang Ting suddenly reacted and shouted in surprise, with undisguised excitement in his eyes. He stared at Nie Tian and said, "You're dead, brat!"

Nie Tian frowned and looked very unhappy.

"Boom!" Then, a huge momentum came and the void trembled. Dozens of blood soul guards descended with great force. Their momentum surged like continuous mountains, standing in the void.

Nie Tian suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression, his face changed slightly, and his eyes swept over the blood soul guards, and he was quite surprised.

The strength of these blood soul guards is very strong. The weakest is the fifth-level saint of Tianyi, and there are even many ninth-level saints of Tianyi.

Such strength, in an ordinary intermediate saint realm, is already a peak powerhouse.

The strength of the blood soul sect is indeed strong, no wonder it can rule the entire underworld.

"What happened here?" At this time, a figure stepped out of the air, and a low voice sounded like thunder, shaking everyone's eardrums.

Nie Tian's eyes condensed slightly. The person who spoke was a middle-aged warrior with a burly figure, a face as cold as a knife, and deep eyes like water, as if hiding endless vicissitudes.

Although this middle-aged man was restraining his aura, his aura was as vast as the sea and the river. He was much stronger than Cangnanyu and Yanzun, and even compared with the strong men like Heidi and Sanyin Emperor, he was not much inferior.

Nie Tian's consciousness passed through the middle-aged man's body, but he could not sense the latter's true cultivation.

He speculated that this person should be a strong man of the Heavenly Tribulation Saint King, and he might even be stronger!

"It's him!" Dongfang Ting's eyes trembled when he saw the middle-aged man, his face changed immediately, and his heart sank.

He didn't expect that the person who appeared at this moment was the head of the Blood Soul Sect's Punishment Hall, Sima Xiu!

Everyone in the Blood Soul Sect knew that Sima Xiu was an iron-faced tiger who didn't give face to anyone and did everything according to the rules of the Blood Soul Sect.

In the Blood Soul Sect, Sima Xiu had a nickname, Iron Sima!

Dongfang Ting really didn't expect that his fight with Nie Tian would actually alarm the head of the Punishment Hall, Sima Xiu.

Logically speaking, such a small matter can be dealt with by any captain of the Punishment Hall, and it should not attract Sima Xiu's attention.

"Master Sima, this kid is making trouble here and hurt me and Brother Dongfang." At this time, Sang Hui stood up and pointed directly at Nie Tian and shouted.

At this time, he was in a mess and pale, but fortunately he had put on his clothes.

"He hurt you?" Sima Xiu's eyes sank slightly. He first stared at Nie Tian for a long time, as if he was looking for something, his eyes looked a little weird, and then locked on Dongfang Ting, and said coldly: "Will the dignified Young Master Dongfang be beaten?"

Dongfang Ting looked embarrassed, barely put on his clothes, his eyes trembled, and he didn't speak.

"Master Sima, you saw it all. The two of us were indeed injured by this kid, and Brother Dongfang was seriously injured." Sang Hui spoke again at this time, saying: "This kid beat me and Brother Dongfang in front of so many people. This is simply a slap in the face of the Blood Soul Sect!"

"Really?" Sima Xiu turned his eyes and stared at Sang Hui like a pair of cold blades, and said coldly: "This master wants to know, why did he, an outsider warrior, beat you? And the two of you, one is the ninth-level Saint Master of Tianyu, and the other is the first-level Saint Lord of Tianyi, why were you beaten like this by an eighth-level Saint of Tianyun?"

"This..." Sang Hui was stunned, his face was blue and red, and he couldn't speak for a while.

His and Dongfang Ting's cultivation is indeed far higher than Nie Tian, ​​but their combat power is much weaker than Nie Tian.

"Sima Xiu, you have seen that the two of us were beaten by this person. Are you going to pretend that you can't see it and stand by and watch?" At this time, Dongfang Ting recovered a little, his eyes were extremely vicious, and he roared directly at Sima Xiu.

He relied on the fact that he was the son of the deputy sect master and actually called Sima Xiu by his name.

"Hmm?" Sima Xiu's face sank, his eyes showed a chill, and he looked directly at Dongfang Ting. Suddenly, a terrible momentum swept out of the air and pressed on Dongfang Ting's body, making the latter breathless in an instant.

"I..." Dongfang Ting felt that his whole body was enveloped by an invisible force. His originally pale face turned red and congested, and the whole person was about to be crushed.

"Can you call the name of this hall master?" Sima Xiu said coldly with a low face, releasing an unparalleled majesty from his whole body.

In the entire Blood Soul Sect, except for the Blood Soul Ancestor, no one dared to call Sima Xiu by his name.

Even Dongfang Ting's father had to respectfully call him Sima Tangzhu.

When everyone saw this scene, their eyes couldn't help but tremble, and they were even more confused.

Who would have thought that after Sima Xiu arrived, he actually ignored Nie Tian and targeted Dongfang Ting and Sang Hui everywhere.

"Master Sima, Brother Dongfang was in a hurry and said the wrong thing. Please show mercy." Seeing this, Sang Hui was afraid that Dongfang Ting would be in trouble, so he shouted anxiously.

With Sima Xiu's character, he might really kill Dongfang Ting directly in anger.

"Dongfang Ting, if it weren't for your father, I would have killed you long ago." Sima Xiu sneered, and then the power he exerted on Dongfang Ting disappeared.

"Thank you very much, Master Sima." Dongfang Ting relaxed and immediately bowed to Sima Xiu, not daring to be arrogant anymore.

"Humph!" Sima Xiu snorted coldly, then turned his eyes and fell directly on Nie Tian. His eyes flickered strangely, and he asked solemnly: "What's your name?"

"Nie Tian." Nie Tian frowned and answered lightly.

He was very confused. Why did Sima Xiu not ask him what happened just now, but directly asked his name.

"Nie Tian." Sima Xiu groaned, and his eyes turned to Nie Tian more strangely, as if he was thinking about something.

Nie Tian looked confused, not knowing what Sima Xiu was thinking, and could only watch from the side.

"What happened just now ends here. Before the Blood Soul Road begins, this hall master does not want to see any more accidents!" After a moment, Sima Xiu finally spoke, speaking loudly.

When his voice fell, everyone present was stunned, and everyone had a strange look on their faces, suspecting that they had heard it wrong.

Nie Tian almost killed Dongfang Ting, but Sima Xiu did not punish him at all, and even protected Nie Tian in his words. This was too strange.