While Si Xueyi was washing his gun, the killings in Longling Secret Realm continued.
In less than a day, at least a thousand people died.
Many people were killed by monsters for various reasons, and even more people were killed by their own race and fell in a pool of blood.
Every treasure of heaven and earth, every demon pill, and every exotic treasure will lead to a terrible fight.
In a plain filled with gray smoke, the corpses of many sect disciples fell on it, their blood already flowing into rivers, their vitality extinguished.
The air was filled with a thick smell of blood, which made people feel very uncomfortable.
The remaining people were all kneeling on the ground shivering, with a look of horror in their eyes, and looking pleadingly at the only young man standing in the field.
This person is Mu Xuehan, the chief disciple of the Blood Sword Tower, and one of the top 100 ruthless people on the list of geniuses.
He wields the sword quickly and fiercely, and when he sees blood, he is rich.
The people here were originally competing for an Ice Cloud Fruit, but they didn't expect Mu Xuehan to fall from the sky and kill anyone he saw.
In just one breath, he killed more than half of the people.
The remaining people were all frightened and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy, and no longer wanted to fight for the treasure.
"Mu Xuehan, please forgive us. Not only are we willing to give you the harvest in the secret realm, we will also give you our own storage bag."
"Give it all to you and let us live!"
"Let us go, we really don't know that the famous Chief of the Blood Sword Tower is here!"
A group of people looked sad, embarrassed and pitiful.
"Tsk tsk..."
Mu Xuehan grinned and said: "You bunch of poor ghosts, I don't even think highly of this Ice Cloud Fruit. How can I appreciate what you have on you?"
"Mu Xuehan, what on earth do you want to do?"
"You murderous maniac!"
"Mu Xuehan, don't go too far!"
They got angry and stood up to accuse. They really didn't expect Mu Xuehan to be so violent.
Mu Xuehan smiled and said: "My sword is called the Blood Lin Sword. It requires constant drinking of blood to transform and evolve. You... are the best nourishment, so die!"
Uh-huh!
He sneered and charged into the crowd with his sword.
The terrifying sword power merged with the evil spirit. The sword light bloomed and let the evil energy penetrate the bones and corrode the heart. It was a little weaker before the fight.
When the sword power was fully unfolded, more than a dozen sect disciples felt chills on their backs, restless, and found it difficult to gather their true energy.
kill!
Mu Xuehan's one-sided massacre sent him into a state of madness. No one could block his sword strike.
Soon, this place became a river of blood.
Several people wanted to turn around and run away, but before they could get far, they were pierced by the light of the sword.
After Mu Xuehan finished the killing, he took out his handkerchief and wiped the Xue Lin Sword with a look of madness in his eyes.
"What a good sword..."
The Xue Lin Sword kept trembling, looking strange and evil.
"Hehe, you still kill people fast enough in the secret realm. This time you should be promoted to a treasure weapon."
Mu Xuehan murmured to himself and said softly: "I don't know why the original poster is so crazy. He wants me to take orders from Fang Qingyu in this secret realm. Wouldn't it be better to kill him?"
…
In a secret realm, in a valley.
The White Bone Sect, one of the overlords of Luoyue City, is eager to fight, and he is also going on a killing spree.
Compared with Mu Xuehan, the White Bone Demon Armor skill he practiced was more evil.
A white bone armor condensed on his body. This white bone armor seemed to come out of hell, exuding bloody flames.
At the same level, almost no one can break the Bone Demon Armor.
Clang, clang, clang!
Four spiritual swords pierced the magic armor at the same time, making a metallic impact sound, but Jing Jue did not move at all.
Under the horrified gaze of the other party, Jing Jue grinned.
Uh-huh!
He slashed with his long knife, and four heads flew out.
The remaining people didn't dare to stay any longer, with a look of extreme fear in their eyes, and ran away crazily in all directions.
"Hahahaha, so happy!"
Jing Jue was enjoying the killing and didn't care about these people who were running away.
He sat cross-legged among the corpses, using his White Bone Demonic Armor Technique, and a terrifying black demonic energy bloomed from his body.
hiss!
Soon, the more than a hundred corpses that had just died on the ground began to change. Their remaining souls were removed from their bodies, and then turned into streams of black light.
boom!
All the flowing light entered Jing Jue's body. When he opened his eyes again, he felt refreshed and extremely comfortable.
Jing Jue exhaled a breath of turbid air and said with a smile: "It's still comfortable in the secret realm. If you were in the outside world, how could you easily kill so many sect disciples."
There are no rule restrictions or any moral constraints in the secret realm. It is simply heaven for the magic monks.
"If I advance further in strength, I may not be able to compete with Fang Qingyu."
Jing Jue's eyes flashed with sharpness, and his expression was unruly and arrogant.
This is true for all demonic monks. Without absolute strength, it would be difficult to convince them.
Like Mu Xuehan, he was a little dissatisfied with following Fang Qingyu's orders.
…
In a plain, Feng Yueyu also encountered trouble.
She was stopped by a young man in blue. The young man looked arrogant and had a sly look in his eyes, wanting to invite her to accompany him.
"Sorry, are we not familiar with each other?"
Feng Yueyu held the sword in her left hand, folded her hands in front of her chest, her eyes were cold and indifferent.
"Not familiar?"
He looked Feng Yueyu up and down and said with a smile: "If I remember correctly, we met at the Tianjiao gathering in Luoyue City two years ago. I am a disciple of Qinglei Sect's Tianbang, and there is no reason for you not to remember me."
Feng Yueyu's beautiful face showed a look of surprise, and said: "I remember, Deng Siqi is number 583 on the Prodigy List."
Deng Siqi's eyes flashed with pride, and he corrected: "We are now number 581, the peak of the mid-term Five-Star Heavenly Pill."
He was very proud, and his expression became more and more arrogant.
Feng Yueyu's expression was indifferent, without any fluctuation.
Deng Siqi smiled and said, "Have you never seen a five-star heavenly elixir in Cangxuan Mansion? A genius like me is not worthy of traveling with you?"
Feng Yueyu raised his eyebrows: "Genius? It took two years to advance by one place. You still have the nerve to call yourself a genius. The word genius is really worthless."
Deng Siqi's face changed slightly, and he smiled and said, "What do you mean?"
"literal meaning."
Feng Yueyu looked directly at the opponent, as cold as ice.
When Deng Siqi heard this, his face suddenly changed, a chill flashed in his eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "This is the secret realm of Longling. You, a country chicken in the valley, dare to show off to me. You really think you are a golden phoenix!"
He was angry, even a little angry.
Cangxuan Mansion has no sense of presence in the entire Dongjing. He is a monster on the list of geniuses, so it's fine if the women in this country don't kneel down and lick him.
He actually dared to set things up for him. There weren't that many rules in Longling Secret Realm.
With a dark face, Deng Siqi took a step forward and said with a cold smile: "Bitch, don't scream when you're under me later!"
But as soon as he made a move, Feng Yueyu grabbed his wrist like lightning.
"Um?"
A strange color flashed in Deng Siqi's eyes.
Before he could react, the power of dragon and phoenix exploded from Feng Yueyu's body, and with a snap, his arm was directly twisted off.
Deng Siqi screamed in pain and said in disbelief: "My hand, my hand, give me back!"
Bang!
Feng Yueyu raised his arm and swept across the air, blowing his head completely off.
thump!
The headless body fell suddenly. Feng Yueyu looked at the arm in disgust and threw it away.
"waste."
She looked calm and walked forward as if nothing had happened.
In comparison, Duanmuxi encountered greater troubles.
She was surrounded by eight evil cultivators, all of whom, without exception, were famous evil cultivators on the black list of Luoyue City.
The burly man at the head was a five-star heavenly elixir, and the other seven were all four-star heavenly elixirs.
The burly man smiled and said: "It is said that Feng Yueyu is the most beautiful woman in the thirty-six houses of Luoyue City. You are not bad either. Duan Muxi, this silver hair is really cool. How about having fun with the brothers?" , guaranteed to make you feel happy!”
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The group of evil cultivators all laughed lewdly, and their gazes were extremely obscene, without any cover-up.
Duanmuxi is wearing a red coat and a black skirt. This outfit can be said to be heroic. With the loose silver hair, it is not too much to say that she is stunning.
She held a small black and red fan, her expression was charming, her eyes were as captivating as autumn water, and she said with a smile: "I think so, that's..."
"Just what?"
The eight evil cultivators were all extremely excited after hearing this. Their evil fire was aroused and they immediately walked forward.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
The small fan held by Duanmu Xi opened with a swipe, and the silver hair hanging down her waist flew up like a blade.
Phew!
As soon as the silver light dispersed, the seven evil cultivators with long hair like knives had their necks cut off at the same time.
"It's just that you don't have this life!"
Duanmu Xi held a small fan, and the smile on her charming face did not diminish at all.
The seven people held their necks and watched helplessly as the blood continued to overflow. They were helpless in the face of the loss of life.
The burly man who was lucky enough to retreat was so frightened that his lips trembled when he saw this scene.
He was already very fast, but there was still a bone-deep wound on his chest, and even his internal organs were clearly visible.
Uh-huh!
Before he could turn around and run away, Duanmu Xi's waterfall-like silver hair completely spread out, and then condensed into nine long bundles of hair, which were thrust into the opponent's chest like a javelin.
The silver hair grew crazily, lifting the burly man straight up.
"Let me go, let me go..."
The burly man howled in pain.
"Do you feel good?"
Duanmuxi said with a smile.
The burly man was scared to death and cried: "Leave me alone, I don't dare to do it anymore!"
"How dare you, senior brother? You can't do it!"
Duanmuxi's smile was as bright as a flower, and with a bang, nine strands of long hair were yanked like arms, tearing the burly man in half in the air.
Blood splattered and bones and flesh exploded.
Duanmuxi's long hair was shining, silky and smooth.
She held her small fan and thought for a moment, then said, "Let's meet up with senior sister first. Senior brother should be looking for the water spirit beads with Xiaohongyao."
…
After Mei Zihua entered the secret realm of Longling, she has been wandering around, as if she were in her own garden.
He had seen many treasures of heaven and earth, but he only watched others competing for them from a distance, seemingly not interested at all.
His expression was gentle, but his eyes held a hint of aloofness and arrogance, showing pity for the crowd fighting for him.
He seemed to be looking for something and didn't want to cause any trouble, but that didn't mean trouble wouldn't find him.
It is almost impossible to be alone in Longling Secret Realm.
He was stopped in a wilderness.
"Mei Zihua, you have already seen me, why do you still pretend that you don't know me?"
A young man in white clothes sat arrogantly on a boulder. There were many corpses lying around the boulder, and some monks holding weapons stood on top of the corpses.
They were uniformly dressed and had profound cultivation. It was obvious that they came from the same force.
Mei Zihua took a look and saw that this was a monk from the Ziyan Sect.
Zi Yan Sect is also a small overlord in the Eastern Territory. It is much stronger than Canglan College and is considered a righteous sect.
The young man in white is named Chen Zhong. He is a monster ranked among 300 on the list of geniuses and is somewhat famous in the Eastern Territory.
"Brother Chen, do you have any advice?"
Mei Zihua turned around and smiled. His smile was like a spring breeze and gave people a good impression.
Chen Zhong said calmly: "It's nothing serious. I heard that you are good at calligraphy and painting. You are well-known in the Thirty-sixth Mansion of Luoyue City. The scenery here is nice. Please help me make a painting. Let's call it Longling Secret Realm, Master Chen." Evil plot.”
Mei Zihua glanced at it and saw that the corpses on the ground were both good and evil, and none of the so-called eight evil poles could hit them.
"Forget it, I'm looking for something and I really don't have time now."
Mei Zihua smiled, declined, and turned to leave.
"Who allowed you to leave!"
The disciples of the Ziyan Sect immediately reprimanded, and Chen Zhong also jumped down from the boulder and said coldly: "You can paint if I ask you to, I don't care if you have time or not!"
Mei Zihua turned around, her smile not diminishing, and she looked around.
"What are you looking at?"
Chen Zhong was slightly confused.
The corners of Mei Zihua's lips curled up slightly, and she said with a smile: "I'm looking for a suitable place to hang you up, otherwise it would be really difficult to paint. Hey, that ancient tree is quite nice, and the composition is very good."
Chen Zhong's face turned cold and he said coldly: "Kill him if you don't know how to appreciate him!"
Half an hour later.
The killing stopped, and more than a dozen corpses hung upside down on the ancient tree. Their feet were tied with ropes, and they hung on the branches and drifted in the wind.
Chenzhong was hanging on the treetop with a rope around his neck, his eyes wide open and he would not rest in peace.
Ten feet away, Plum Painting's easel has been set up.
He was very dissatisfied and finally found out what the problem was and said with a smile: "It turns out there are too many leaves..."
boom!
He struck it with a palm in the air, and all the fallen leaves of the ancient tree flew away, making it look as if all its life had disappeared.
"This is the best, this is the best."
Mei Zihua mixed the paint and finally showed a satisfied smile on her face.
