Chapter 4177: : Land of Refugees

Li Tian can be sure that the blood spirit source is definitely a wise thing.
When Li Tian sat on the vicious dog and turned around again, the blood spirit source turned again and flew towards the land of the refugees. Those who were still swimming in the sea of ​​death and did not know the fate of the cultivators who had come ashore near the land of the refugees. The guys were swimming at a faster speed with excitement.
Li Tian is not a saint, but he doesn't want to watch these guys swim over and die.
Standing on the back of the vicious dog, shouted to the monks: "Don't chase the blood source. The coast of the Sea of ​​Death is full of refugees from the land of refugees. Those who see people kill them. , Now the monks over there have been killed at least 10,000, and even the sea water has been stained blood red. You turn around and run away!"
"Who are you stupid? Do you think you are the savior? Don't think we don't know, you just want to swallow the blood source! Hehe, you have been used with tricks like you long ago!" Cursed at Li Tian.
Venerable Shi Lei said angrily: "Are you trying to die? Even talking to my big brother like this! Do you know who he is?"
"Who? With such a big four-winged mount, and there is a beautiful woman on the mount, that must be the legendary super soft rice king Li Tian."
"That's right, don't think that he will be arrogant after riding the daughter of Venerable Ye Cheng. There is more than one emperor in the Netherworld!" These cultivators didn't know what was good or what was wrong, and instead humiliated Li Tian.
"Insult my big brother Li Tianzhe! Death!"
"weight!"
Venerable Shi Lei gave a low cry, and two coercion fell from the sky, directly pressing on the two cultivators, and the two cultivators were immediately pressed under the sea by that coercion!
Gurgle!
Gurgle!
The two cultivators kept blowing bubbles in their mouths, their hands and feet slapped on the water surface indefinitely. They wanted to break free from the gravitational attack of Master Shi Lei, but the difference in this realm made them completely powerless.
Seeing Master Lei, the other cultivators didn’t do anything. They just used this skill. The two guys who were known as the eighth-level peak cultivators were crushed in the water and there was no chance to resist, and their faces were full of panic. With a trembling voice, he said, "Venerable...Venerable, it turned out to be Venerable!"
"Run away!"
There seems to be a huge gap between the monk and the monk.
Every five hundred years, there are five million monks who enter the battlefield of death, but five hundred years later, there are not even five hundred people who can become venerable.
There is a high probability that one venerable can be produced out of 10,000 cultivators, and the five-hundred-year time limit can even more show that the venerable is scarce and powerful.
What's more, these powerhouses who became venerables in the battlefield of death may not have entered the battlefield of death five hundred years ago. It may even be a thousand years ago, two thousand years ago, or even longer. Didn’t the little hot pot become the venerable after three thousand years in the battlefield of death?
Soon, in the sea of ​​death, some practitioners turned back and began to flee back frantically, and as these practitioners returned, the color of the sea gradually changed to a faint red. These two had already been pressed into the water. The master cultivator finally knew that Li Tian was not lying to them.
But it was too late for them to admit their mistakes, and Master Shi Lei would not give them this opportunity.
It is not a simple matter for a master of the cultivator level to be drowned in water.
After all, for the sake of this cultivation base, it can be done even without breathing for half an hour, but this has increased their pain even more.
For example, an ordinary person can hold his breath for more than one minute. During this one minute, that person will never feel comfortable, and the longer he holds his breath, the pain will increase sharply.
The two cultivators at the eighth level pinnacle masters were suffocated alive in the water by Shi Lei using this skill.
Ye Meijing didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it. In her eyes, these two reptilian guys dared to speak rudely, humiliating her, so these two guys would be dead.
In the eyes of Venerable Shi Lei, it was as simple as killing two cultivators that Venerable killed two cultivators, not to mention that these two cultivators were obviously members of Venerable Ye Cheng's opposition organization.
After Li Tian was hunted down in the land of dead silence, Li Tian had already seen everything.
"Xiao Lei, I decided to enter the land of the refugees to find the source of blood spirit!" Li Tian said solemnly.
Venerable Shi Lei looked at Li Tian's serious expression and knew that Li Tian's heart was determined. He nodded slightly and said, "You are my eldest brother, I am willing to follow you! I am afraid that my brain is in danger of life and I will also protect your safety."
These are Shi Lei's words on the scene, but also from his heart.
Shi Lei knew that with Li Tianneng's ability to slay the Dragon Venerable, he did not need his protection at all. Of course, if he really needed his protection, he would do his best.
Shi Lei only waited five hundred years to leave the battlefield of death and enter the Netherworld to get Li Tian's help.
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Since the secret realm of the death battlefield was opened for the first time, there have been refugees here. With the passage of time, the refugees on the death battlefield have gradually increased. Now the number of refugees on the death battlefield may have exceeded one million.
The place of refugees is named because of the large number of refugees in the drama series. The place of refugees alone gathers more than 600,000 refugees.
Therefore, the land of the refugees is a city and a county, a world completely independent of the underworld.
The current ruler of the Refuge Land is surnamed Liu. The residents of the Refuge Land have forgotten the specific name. The name is not important here, what matters is strength.
All the people in the land of the refugees call him the Supreme of the refugees.
Vagrant Supreme has lived in Vagrant Land for more than eight thousand years. This long eight-thousand-year career allowed his cultivation level to slowly break through to Venerable Level 2. This cultivation level is definitely in this world in the death battlefield. Dominate.
Dominating the secret realm that is ten times the size of the earth, but the Refugee Supreme is very unhappy.
Although in this long eight thousand years, his wives and concubines were in groups and hundreds of children, but he knew that this was not the life he wanted, and he wanted to return to the underworld.
He missed the green mountains and green waters of the Nether Realm, the alternation of the sun and the moon, and everything in the Nether Realm. But everything in the Nether Realm has nothing to do with him. As long as he dares to return to the Nether Realm, he will be the first time Killed by that man.
Standing on the huge wall of the imperial city, Refugee Supreme looked at the traffic and people in the city. He felt that he was as sad as an ant, and he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed slightly.
Next to Refugee Supreme, a woman who was only 27 or 28 years old but wearing a pure gold mask said to Refugee Supreme: "Father, why sigh? Is it because the emissary was killed?"
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