Chapter 4720: The Sea of Suffering in Prison
Mount Heng, above Guanjian Lake.
"Coming?"
When Nie Tian heard Jian Zong's words, his expression changed slightly and he looked into the distance, but he could not detect any abnormal fluctuations.
But when he looked at the water statue of Jian Zong, he could feel an unprecedented sense of solemnity.
It seems that an extremely powerful opponent is coming to Hengshan.
A moment later, a dark cloud appeared in the distant sky. From far to near, it seemed that a dark cloud was pressing down on the city.
"This aura is so strong!"
Nie Tian's expression darkened slightly, and he opened his demonic eyes. Wherever he looked, he could clearly see a sea of blood rolling in.
Then, where is the dark cloud, it is clearly a dark red sea!
"It's him who's here!"
Jian Zong Shui Xiang's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, seeming a little surprised, and said: "Could it be that this old guy has joined the Prison Suppression Club?"
"Lord Jian Zong, who are you talking about?"
Nie Tian was a little curious and couldn't help but ask.
"You'll find out later."
Jian Zong did not answer directly, but nodded.
At this moment, the endless sea of blood rolled in with overwhelming momentum.
Above the sky, it was like a blood-red curtain, covering the entire sky.
Nie Tian suddenly felt his breathing heavy, almost suffocating!
"It turns out that this is the real strong man in the seven hell realms!"
He was silent and shocked.
Before, he thought that the warriors from the Seven Hell Realms were slightly inferior to those from the Holy Realm of Heavens, but now his idea changed.
"Boom!"
But at this time, as the sea of blood came, the roaring sound in the air continued, and the pressure made the heaven and earth tremble.
The huge water statue in the sky gradually became unable to hold up under this oppressive force and began to slowly disintegrate.
"Wow!"
Soon, in the blink of an eye, as the pressure of the sea of blood continued to increase, the Jianzong water statue finally could no longer support it and collapsed, causing huge waves on the surface of the water.
At this moment, in the sea of blood high in the sky, a black-robed figure slowly emerged. Every step he took brought tremendous pressure, causing the storm to turbulence.
"That's him!"
Nie Tian locked his eyes on the black-robed figure and was shocked by it.
Even if he stared at him from a distance, he could truly feel the powerful power surging around him.
However, under the cover of the black robe, he could not see his face at all.
"Lord Jianzong, Kuhai is visiting on behalf of the Prison Suppression Society. Please show up to see me."
The man in black robe didn't seem to notice Nie Tian, but spoke loudly, the sound was like thunder in the sky, shaking all directions.
A moment later, a whirlpool appeared on the surface of Guanjian Lake, and a graceful figure walked out of it, like a fairy.
"Sword Sect!"
When Nie Tian saw that the figure was similar to the water statue, he recognized it as Master Jian Zong.
"The Eighth Grandmaster, the Blood Demon Ancestor."
Jian Zong's figure was elegant, and he was not afraid of the pressure of the blood sea. His voice was clear and sweet, and he said: "I didn't expect to join the Prison Suppression Club."
"Ancestor Blood Demon!"
When Nie Tian heard this name, he couldn't help but his eyes narrowed, and he was quite surprised.
He never expected that the visitor would be the Blood Demon Ancestor!
Although he has never met the Blood Demon Ancestor, he has heard this name several times.
Because, the Blood Demon Ancestor and Donghuang Zhengrong are inextricably linked.
Back then, in Donghuang Zhengrong's last battle, his opponent was the Blood Demon Ancestor.
After the Blood Demon Ancestor was seriously injured by Donghuang Zhengrong, he disappeared.
In order to find Donghuang Zhengrong, Nie Tian had been asking about the blood demon ancestor.
Who would have thought that this guy would show up on his own initiative!
"Lord Jian Zong is joking. There is no Blood Demon Ancestor in the world, only the Prisoner's Sea of Bitterness."
The Blood Demon Ancestor bowed slightly, showing a humble attitude.
"oh?"
Jian Zong couldn't help but smile at Yin Ling and said: "Will the ancestor of the Blood Demon who killed people like grass turn into the prisoner he is today?"
"I deeply blame myself for my past mistakes. For the rest of my life, I just want to do my best for the seven hell realms. I have no other aspirations."
The Blood Demon Ancestor laughed and bowed again.
"Yeah?"
Jian Zong smiled again and said: "I wonder if the understanding of the Prisoner of the Sea of Bitterness came before he was seriously injured by Donghuang Zhengrong, or did he only get it after he was seriously injured?"
There was a hint of joking and ridicule in his words.
But the Blood Demon Ancestor didn't seem to care. Instead, he bowed once more and said humbly: "The prisoner knows that Lord Sword Sect is still brooding about what happened back then."
"The prisoner is also deeply guilty of what happened to the old Jianzong back then. If Lord Jianzong has any resentment, the prisoner is willing to shoulder the responsibility and will never shirk it."
Jian Zong's beautiful eyes darkened slightly and said: "Back then, you seriously injured the old Jian Zong for your own selfish desires, but now you say such things, don't you think it's funny?"
The Blood Demon Ancestor was silent for a moment, then slowly took off his black robe, revealing an old face. His voice became a little trembling and said: "The prisoner understands Jian Zong's mood. If Lord Jian Zong has any ideas, you can do it." Say it."
"OK!"
The Jianzong's face suddenly darkened, and he said: "If you really feel guilty, then put away your pretentiousness and fight to the death with this Jianzong on the Guanjian Lake!"
"A showdown of life and death!"
When Nie Tian heard these words, his expression changed.
It seems that the hatred between the Sword Sect and the Blood Demon Ancestor is so great that it can only be resolved by life and death.
"Lord Jian Zong, the prisoner understands your desire for revenge."
This time, the Blood Demon Ancestor was silent for a long time before finally saying: "If Master Jian Zong really can't let go of his hatred, then the Prisoner is willing to take a gamble."
"bet?"
Jian Zong's eyes darkened and he said, "Tell me clearly, how do you want to bet?"
"Lord Jian Zong, the prisoner will guard the prison."
The Blood Demon Ancestor raised his head slightly and said: "But Master Jian Zong can only use one sword. After one sword strike, if the prisoner is lucky enough to survive, the previous grudges between the prisoner and the Sword Alliance will be wiped out. Master Jian Zong, what do you think? ?”
"Ancestor Blood Demon, you should know the resentment this sword sect has towards you, and you should also understand that this sword sect will never show mercy."
Jian Zong's beautiful eyes trembled slightly and he said solemnly.
"The prisoner understands."
The Blood Demon Ancestor bowed and smiled, his eyes filled with extreme calmness.
"Then do you know that in this Hengshan Mountain, the swords of this Sword Sect are sharper?"
Jian Zong stared again and asked in a deep voice.
Nie Tian was also a little surprised, feeling inexplicably emotional towards the Blood Demon Ancestor.
Jian Zong had told Tianjian Zhu Zhengji before that she was invincible in Hengshan!
It was obvious that Hengshan's special geographical advantages, formations, and other things had greatly improved the Sword Sect.
The blood demon ancestor dared to resist the sword of Jian Zong, which shows his confidence in his own strength and his regret.
"The Prisoner has already seen the Hengshan Sword Formation. If he dies in the hands of Lord Sword Sect today, it will be the fate of the Prisoner. He will have no complaints."
The Blood Demon Ancestor remained calm, bowed slightly, and greeted the Sword Sect.
"Even so, this Sword Sect would be disrespectful!"
Jian Zong's beautiful eyes suddenly froze, and the sword energy around him spontaneously appeared with an invincible force, seeming to tear everything apart!
