The leader of Netherworld looked at Ji Hao with a troubled expression.
His eyes were very complicated, a little bit contemptuous, a little bit horrified, and there were many other complicated emotions, but Ji Hao was too lazy to distinguish them one by one.
After a long time, the leader of the Netherworld came close to Ji Hao's ear and muttered in a low voice: "Since ancient times, only the ancestors have committed crimes that have brought disaster to the nine clans. You are very cruel and ruthless. Now it is the descendants of other people who have committed crimes, and you want to bring disaster to their ancestors!" Everyone is dead!"
Ji Hao sighed softly, and opened his hands to the Nether Cult leader very innocently and pitifully: "But I was bullied to the door. Seniors don't know, if it weren't for me, the leader of Yaoshan, I would still be able to protect myself. With such power, hehe, I’m afraid that my people and the people in the territory will now become slaves who are willing to be mermaids!”
After describing the ins and outs of the matter in detail to the Nether Cult Master, the Nether Cult Master immediately frowned and tapped his forehead with his index finger: "That's it, this is a bit too much, this is really too much. Oh. Those little guys are really inferior to each other, and they actually use such despicable methods to deal with a baby like you? Hey! "
Ji Hao looked at the somewhat troubled Nether Cult Master, and suddenly pulled his sleeves, pulling him to look in the direction of the blazing furnaces: "Look over there, you can have as many prisoners as you want of the prisoners I captured this time."
The eyes of the leader of the Netherworld jumped suddenly. He looked at the captives who were being branded as slaves with a branding iron in surprise. He said happily: "So many aliens? Hey, they are all alive and kicking. Well, forget about those monsters and dwarfs. Let's just soak them." It melted immediately in the sea of blood and is of no great use; but these black skins and four eyes are good, good, very good!"
With a wave of his sleeve, the leader of Netherworld looked at Ji Hao and said with a smile: "Give all the black skins and four eyes to Pindao. Well, the black skins and four eyes that Pindao got before were all killed on the battlefield. The corpses have been sealed for a long time, and most of the physical vitality has been lost...are these living people now? I just have some insights and need them to practice."
Ji Hao waved his hand generously and laughed: "Then it's yours. Can you take it away now?"
The leader of the Netherworld rubbed his hands vigorously, and a cold and biting spiritual consciousness turned into a dark wind that roared around. He suddenly calculated how many captured Jia warriors were in this huge prisoner camp. and Dark Tribe warriors.
There are more than a thousand slave-hunting teams, each of which has at least three to five hundred Jia warriors, and thousands of Dark warriors serve as the main slave-hunting team. The total number of Jia warriors captured alive by Ji Hao this time was nearly one million, and there were even tens of millions of Dark warriors. As for the spirits rolling and crawling all over the ground, the Netherworld leader didn't even bother to count them.
"A bit greedy, greedy, Taoist heart is unstable, unstable, but the poor Taoist is in urgent need of good materials, greedy, just be greedy once." The Nether Cult Leader sighed with great tangle, waved his sleeves, and he From the bronze gate behind him, strings of sticky Nether energy turned into fierce winds and roared out, sweeping up the Jia warriors and Dark warriors and quickly flew into the Netherworld.
The leader of the Netherworld chanted a spell gently, and then he heard countless heavy metal collisions from behind the bronze door. Soon, a team of strong warriors lined up neatly and filled with yin energy strode out.
Each of these strong warriors is about four feet tall. Their exposed skin is densely covered with dragon scales, and three sharp dragon horns sprout from their foreheads. The four green eyes on their cheeks were so gloomy and terrifying, and green will-o'-the-wisps spewed out from their eyes from time to time. Occasionally they opened their mouths to take a breath, and large swaths of phosphorescent light would spurt out.
These warriors held heavy blood-colored shields in their left hands, and the three-foot-long one-handed machete in their right hand was dripping with blood. They were obviously vicious things tempered with the blood poison in the blood pool.
"This is the 'Blood Sea Half-Dragon Shura' created by the poor Taoist in his free time, using the essence and blood of the Dragon Clan and the corpses of the Jia Clan warriors, and raising them in the sea of blood for thousands of years! The dragon scales on their bodies are comparable to those of real dragons, and they are invulnerable and ordinary. Don't expect the spell to leave any trace. They can even spit out blood and dragon flames... Be careful, don't let your people be accidentally injured by them, it will be extremely troublesome to treat them. "
"They have no pain, no fear, no fatigue, and no need to eat or drink. Their bodies can absorb all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to replenish and consume it. As long as they are not torn into pieces, they can fight forever."
"Apart from spitting out dragon flames, they don't have any other magical powers. They are just as powerful as the high-level Witch Emperors of the human race."
The leader of the Netherworld carefully introduced the strength of these half-dragon Shura. Ji Hao and the senior officials of the Yaoshan leader beside him were very excited when they heard this. They were definitely great weapons on the battlefield. They did not know fatigue, fear, or pain. It can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to replenish consumption and repair injuries on its own!
The Nether Cult leader released one hundred thousand half-dragon Shura, followed by large groups of dark warriors with dark skin, red eyes, and eyes that could almost drip with blood, and light steps without any sound of footsteps.
"They are the 'blood pool ghosts', an unexpected product of the poor Taoist when refining half-dragon Shura. Their bodies can be transformed between reality and reality at will. When they are in reality, their physical strength is comparable to the high-level Witch King of the human race. When they are incorporeal, they are They can 'travel along the shadow' and travel thousands of miles in an instant. The weapons they use are also tempered by blood pools. For ordinary people, just a little bit of skin and flesh will be a puddle of blood."
The body can transform between reality and reality, and a million blood pool ghosts with strength comparable to the high-level wizard king of the human race came out.
These blood pool ghosts also do not need to eat or drink. Even if they are seriously injured, as long as they are not dismantled piecemeal on the spot and are left aside to quietly absorb some spiritual energy from heaven and earth, they can recover on their own.
"I can't take advantage of your doll in vain. These half-dragon Shura and Blood Pool Ghost will give you the doll." The leader of the Netherworld looked at this terrifying army and said disapprovingly: "It's just using their You must be careful at all times, they have no brains, cannot think, do things in a rigid manner, and if they fail to control a little bit, they will cause big trouble, and Pindao will never admit that this matter is related to Pindao!"
Ji Hao rolled his eyes and glanced at the Nether Cult Leader.
The Nether Cult Leader enthusiastically patted Ji Hao's shoulder and said with a smile: "Those black skins and four eyes just now will be sent to you after the poor Taoist has prepared them for three to five hundred years. Hehe, so Such fresh materials, enough for me to play with... No, enough for me to 'enlighten' for many years."
"Haha" he laughed up to the sky several times. The leader of the Netherworld glanced sideways at the "human guides", and the black circles in his eyes were spinning rapidly. After a while, he stretched out his hand to grab the bronze door and saw tens of thousands of them. A floating translucent figure flew out of the portal.
As if his butt was on fire, the Nether Cult Leader didn't even look at the souls he had thrown out from the Netherworld. He hurriedly said goodbye to Ji Hao and turned into a spiritual light and rushed into the bronze portal with a 'swish'.
The door closed with two "dong dong" sounds, and the bronze door disappeared as quickly as possible.
(End of chapter)