The men, who had been brought out of prison, were now walking in a terrorous tunnel, escorted by a few bandits, with rocky canine teeth and moss and lichen growing in damp places.

The faces of the escorted people were as dead as ashes, and there was no hope of survival in their eyes, and everyone came to a stone gate and stopped.

One of the bandits looked respectful, "Leader Qiqi, the little one has brought you someone." ”

The accomplices' breath froze slightly, and their faces showed unconcealed fear.

Half an hour later, the stone gate rumbled open, and then a rushing smell of blood almost made people sick, and the tragic scene in front of them was shocking.

A pool of scarlet blood, corpses suspended on the water, everyone was in a state of dried corpses before they died, and their expressions could be vaguely distorted and painful.

In the center of the pool of blood, there was a stone pillar, on which sat a middle-aged man in a black robe, with his hair disheveled, his lips black, and his face with strange tattoos.

"Bring people in and get out. ”

A cold voice suddenly came out of his mouth, echoing in the stone cave.

The bandits pushed the man inside, then stepped back in terror, and the hard stone door slammed shut again.

The few people who were pushed in were already stupid by the scene in front of them, and they froze in place one by one, their minds blank.

The middle-aged man sitting cross-legged on the stone pillar suddenly opened his eyes, and in his eyes, a red light like a bloody knife swept by, and he stared at these people coldly.

Being stared at by the middle-aged man like this, these people only felt as if they were in an ice cellar, and they were scared.

"Don't ...... Don't kill us......"

A man muttered as he felt like his scalp was going to explode in the face of this scene.

The middle-aged man's dark lips moved, revealing sharp teeth, and a heart-palpitating smile.

"It's your honor to be my nourishment. His eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty glint and he said coldly.

After speaking, the middle-aged man stretched out his palm, bent his five fingers, and an invisible suction force came out.

As if they had been choked by the neck, their eyes almost bursting out, and all of them slowly rose from the ground, levitating above the pool of blood.

The middle-aged man's face was cruel, and his outstretched palm slowly clenched inward.

The legs of those people kept kicking straight, their faces were the color of pig liver, and compared to the despair of suffocation, they found that their bodies were being squeezed wildly by a strong force at this moment.

The middle-aged man's right hand shook suddenly, and the people were like unwrung out rags, and the blood burst open with a pop, and they were sprinkled in the pool of blood one after another.

He let go of his hand and put it on his knee again.

Without that suction, the dried corpses fell in unison into the pool of blood, splashing scarlet waves.

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed red, he pinched his hands, and the pool of blood was like boiling magma, constantly surging and tumbling, bubbling bubbles.

Scarlet mist suddenly rose from the surface of the water and gradually permeated the cavern.

He opened his mouth, revealing sharp teeth that were not like humans, and countless scarlet mist seemed to be rolled up in a whirlpool, pouring into the middle-aged man's mouth in a stream.

It wasn't until there was no trace of fog that he closed his mouth unsatisfied, and the pool of blood returned to tranquility.

In the hall of the cottage, five people sat around the long table, discussing something, and the dark green flames lit around them exuded a cold atmosphere.

"Have you noticed that the man's appetite is growing? One of them, a strong man with a beard on his cheeks, said in a deep voice.

He has a large waist and a scar on his left eye, which looks extremely hideous.

"Damn, we're unlucky to come across such an existence. A man with a thief's eyebrows thought of something and cursed in a low voice.

The other shook his head and sighed, "This is fate......

"Hey, what if you're dissatisfied? His old leader was killed. A dark-skinned man next to him said with palpitations.

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but shudder.

"The most terrifying thing is that we can't leave if we want to. The other man smiled wryly.

Hearing this, these people's faces were ugly, and they recalled the feeling that life was worse than death, and their hearts couldn't help but tremble.

They were originally a group of bandits in Beichangzhou, with more than 300 people, including six monks in the Foundation Building Realm alone, which can be regarded as a relatively prestigious bandit.

How many caravans were intercepted and killed, how many villages and towns were wantonly trampled, and life was originally quite comfortable, but I didn't expect to be kicked to the iron plate in a robbery.

They meet a middle-aged man with a strange tattoo on his face, who is now the leader.

This middle-aged man turned out to be a powerful evil cultivator, showing his terrifying strength, slaughtering many brothers, brutally killing the original leader in order to establish his authority, and then replacing him.

The middle-aged man prevented them from escaping, and used evil methods to plant a ban on everyone's body, and he could decide life and death at will at will.

In desperation, they had no choice but to submit to him.

And this evil cultivator seemed to be hiding from the enemy, and fled from Beichang Prefecture with them, and then came to a small town in Qingyun Prefecture.

In order to continue to cultivate evil skills, he took advantage of the advantages in his hands and sent bandits to capture the living to Pingshui Mountain, while he secretly cultivated in the arranged place to increase his strength.

"It's really bad luck. The man with the scar said angrily.

"Forget it, anyway, it's still the same job. The man with the sinister eyebrows said.

"Hehe, we are indeed doing our old job, but don't forget, that person may give us ...... in the future" One person said this, and hurriedly stopped.

Everyone knew what this meant, and their faces were as gloomy as water, and they didn't say a word.

In the darkness of the night, a team marched at a rapid pace.

The people of Dongyang Town are living in fear these days, and many of them are planning to flee outside, otherwise this newly arrived gang will sooner or later stretch out their magic hand to them.

Everyone was worried, and the whole town was shrouded in a miserable haze, and the streets were empty and silent, and a cool breeze was blowing.

An old man smoked a dry cigarette with a sad face, and walked slowly down the street, his thin back looking extremely gloomy.

He seemed to have imagined something sad, and two lines of tears could not help but flow from his face.

"My poor son, poor daughter-in-law, grandpa's good girl......"

He whimpered and wept, and the whole person crouched down, smoking a dry cigarette vigorously, and tears fell down as he smoked.

On the empty street, an old man wept in grief.

At this moment, a group of people fell from the sky and landed on the ground.

"Excuse me, do you know the specific location of Pingshui Mountain?"

A clear voice sounded softly, giving people a feeling of comfort.

After hearing the three words Pingshui Mountain mentioned, the old man was shocked, he hurriedly looked up, and saw a handsome man in a dark robe standing in front of him.

Under the projection of the bright moonlight, the face like a crown of jade became more and more soft.

And behind him, there was a group of figures standing densely, exuding a calm and solemn aura all the time.

When the old man saw this scene, his heart trembled violently, and the dry smoke in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and his brain went blank.