Chapter 222: My Name is Nian Yilao

The knife fell, and the barrier broke. Nian Yilao slashed the border army's barrier without any pause, joined his hands to form a seal, and a huge blood finger appeared in the border army. With a flick of his finger, a blood-colored whirlwind blew up in the middle of the border army.

This whirlwind did not destroy the bodies of the border soldiers, but extracted all the blood in the border soldiers' bodies into the air. These bloods formed a blood-colored curtain in the air. And like a blood-colored hurricane, it formed a tornado.

Tens of thousands of border soldiers lost their blood and all turned into dry corpses. It was exactly the same as the situation when the villagers of Shentie Town died.

General Feng had only one breath left, and shouted to Hong Daming on the city wall: "Run quickly." After shouting these two words, General Feng tilted his head and died.

Nian Yilao kept manipulating the blood curtain on the tens of thousands of soldiers, gathering and condensing the blood floating in the air, and finally formed a blood pill the size of a fist.

Nian Yilao held the blood pill in his hand and muttered to himself: "The blood of cultivators who have practiced the Blood Demon Scripture is pure."

This sentence reached Meng Su's ears, and the subtext Meng Su got was: the blood of ordinary people is not as pure as that of the Blood Demon Sect cultivators. Does this ordinary person include the villagers of Shentie Town? Did this person participate in the treasure snatching in Shentie Town?

Hong Daming and the two disciples on the city wall saw tens of thousands of troops not even lasting two rounds under Nian Yilao's hands, and were refined into blood spirit pills by Nian Yilao. They were shocked, and a feeling of fear and despair enveloped the entire Blood Demon Sect.

Hong Daming said helplessly to the two disciples: "You go from the back door first. Leave some bloodline for our Hong family."

Nian Yilao blew a breath at the blood pill in his hand, and the blood spirit pill began to squirm and split into two blood puppets.

"Not worth it, consumed two blood puppets, so many blood cultivators, actually only condensed two blood puppets, trash." Nian Yilao finished doing this and looked at the city wall. He grinned: "It's your turn."

Hong Daming waved his hand at the guards on the city wall, and countless arrows and cannons fired together, pouring down on Nian Yilao.

Nian Yilao waved his hand at these attacks, and a

Nian Yilao waved his hand again at the blood cultivators on the city wall. Ten thousand blood cultivators on the wall suddenly felt their bodies go limp and all collapsed onto the ramparts; the blood from their bodies flowed into the air, slowly writhing.

Hong Daming and his two disciples were not harmed, but they were frozen in place.

Nian Yilao laughed and said, "None of you can leave. That little girl is mine; I am going to drain her dry."

A look of despair appeared on the tall girl's face.

Nian Yilao's Blood Control Technique did not just target the blood cultivators on the city wall, but also the laborers conscripted by the Blood Demon Sect. These laborers also had all the blood in their bodies drained, dying unjustly.

As the Blood Control Technique arrived, Meng Su's body trembled slightly, and he activated the Reverse Demon Art, reversing the spell cast upon him into pure magic power.

This bit of magic power landed on Meng Su's golden body without even leaving a mark.

Meng Su looked up at the flowing blood in the air, took out his small golden bowl, and scooped at the sea of blood. A suction force generated in the small bowl, drawing the sea of blood into it and converting it into the power of life and death.

Nian Yilao, who was controlling the blood on the ground, clearly felt the blood decreasing.

Someone was competing with him for blood?

Nian Yilao hurriedly operated his blood-controlling magic power to pull the sea of blood suspended over the city wall back to himself. This pull also dragged Meng Su, who was stealing the blood, to his side.

Under their struggle, the sea of blood turned into a blood-colored ribbon, one end held in Nian Yilao's hand and the other connected to Meng Su's bowl.

Nian Yilao was clearly startled to see Meng Su competing with him for blood, and he asked in surprise, "Who are you? How did you appear here? You dare to steal blood from me?"

Meng Su wore an honest and simple look, saying indifferently, "My name is Nian Yilao."

Nian Yilao was furious: "Where did this bastard come from, daring to make fun of me?"

"Sigh." Meng Su sighed and said, "Let's discuss something. If you give me your Blood Demon Scripture, the blood puppets behind you, and your name, I will spare your dog life, how about that? I'll give you three breaths to consider. I'm busy, so I hope you don't make a mistake."

Nian Yilao was stunned by Meng Su's arrogance, and the anger in his heart could not be increased further.

"Where did this idiot come from? It's a pity he's still a mortal. Fine, since you are so eager to die, I will fulfill your wish. No matter the quality, it's still blood; ants are meat too."

Nian Yilao tugged hard, cutting off Meng Su's blood source. The two of them each collected the blood near themselves.

Meng Su looked at the bowl in his hand; it was clear that the blood he had snatched was much less than Nian Yilao's. After all, the other party was a true master of blood control.

When it came to blood control, Nian Yilao was the professional.

Just as Meng Su was dazed, Nian Yilao slapped his palm toward the top of Meng Su's head, the palm carrying an extremely strong suction force, wanting to suck Meng Su into a mummy.

Meng Su gave Nian Yilao an honest smile, and then he disappeared.

Nian Yilao discovered that the Meng Su under his hand was gone, so he hurriedly withdrew his hand and assumed a defensive posture. When Nian Yilao's hand retracted, Meng Su appeared again in the original spot, as if he had never moved at all.

Nian Yilao blinked hard, convinced it wasn't an illusion, and slapped his palm toward the top of Meng Su's head again.

This time, Meng Su appeared directly in the air ten zhang away. Meng Su hovered in the air, looking at Nian Yilao with a sincere face, and advised, "Don't be stubborn. Keep your life; only by living is there hope."

Now Nian Yilao felt the seriousness of the situation. This person was clearly a mortal with no magic power fluctuations, yet he possessed strange movement techniques. He was definitely an expert. Furthermore, he had a dharma treasure on him that shielded his cultivation.

Thinking of this, Nian Yilao looked solemn and slowly flew into the air, his momentum beginning to rise. When the momentum climbed to the peak of Demon Saint, a force of Extreme Saint appeared on Nian Yilao.

Just as Nian Yilao was about to take further action, he suddenly heard a heartbeat.

Although this strange heartbeat was not loud, it was extremely heavy. A shockwave followed this heartbeat, flipping Nian Yilao over several somersaults.

After Nian Yilao finally steadied his figure, he hurriedly refined the blood puppets behind him. He felt that the Extreme Saint power could no longer kill the enemy before him. He needed Supreme power.

Nian Yilao, who was preparing to refine the blood puppets, discovered a figure flashing before his eyes. This figure arrived rapidly but stopped quickly in front of him. This movement and stillness brought out a gust of wind that blew so hard Nian Yilao couldn't even open his eyes.

Suddenly, the gust of wind disappeared, all gathering on Meng Su. Meng Su's momentum rose sharply. When it rose to the extreme, Meng Su opened his mouth and roared at Nian Yilao.

"Ah..." This sound released all the momentum gathered on Meng Su. This sound shook the earth and mountains; the entire Blood Demon Sect's city was swaying. The snow on the trees for dozens of miles around fell off one after another, revealing the original green.

Nian Yilao was blown by this sound, flipping over several somersaults in a row. He saw Meng Su in the distance with his hands tucked into his sleeves, looking honest and simple, standing in the air.

"Please don't touch those blood puppets; they are mine," Meng Su suddenly said softly.

Nian Yilao was so scared his scalp went numb. Where did this monster come from? Was he an ancestor of the Blood Demon Sect? But this person had no blood magic power and had never practiced the Blood Demon Scripture. Moreover, his goal was very clear: he wanted the blood puppets on him.

Oh, and the Blood Demon Scripture. He even wanted his name.