Looking at the Wu people around him with earthy faces but fierce eyes, Nangong Beidou's heart sank fiercely.

He has been practicing since he was a child, and the embarrassing encounters of the past ten days are unprecedented, not to mention, and today, he can't move and can't hold the sword from nowhere, so that his head is covered with cold sweat in an instant.

Although there was only one monk from the Blood River Sect in front of him at this time, Nangong Beidou knew that even if all the remaining Wu Clan warriors were combined, it would be difficult to resist a finger of the enemy.

After waking up and observing for a short moment, Nangong Beidou had discovered that not only the mysterious-looking witch saintess was not there, but also the patriarch of Qingmiao Village.

And there were only three of the witch guards who followed Yuexi.

In addition to these people, the rest are all old and weak women and children who are helpless.

Nangong Beidou secretly complained in his heart.

At this pause, several more wind-breaking sounds came from behind, and six blood shadows surrounded them together with the first person.

The people of the Blood River Sect were indeed as rumored, and their bodies were covered with Sensen's blood, and the blood-red robes on their bodies seemed to be one with them.

Without saying a word, the Blood River Sect monk who was the leader only sneered, and his laughter was full of bloodthirsty meaning.

After this laugh, he himself was still standing in the air, but the other six blood shadows had already rushed towards the people of Qingmiao Village like a tiger descending from the mountain.

In the blink of an eye, Nangong Beidou saw several Wu people being wrapped in blood shadows in the sky, and their complexions suddenly turned blue in the terrible screams, and then fell to the ground from the air, their whole bodies shriveled and turned into a withered corpse.

It was obvious that all the essence and blood were taken away in an instant, and only a light and empty shell remained.

And after the people of the Blood River Sect started to kill, the surrounding fog seemed to turn pink, and the bloody aura became more and more intense, disgusting and terrifying at the same time.

Nangong Beidou's blood surged: Even though he was very wary of these Wu Clansmen, and he was resentful of the Holy Maiden's actions, but at the moment, the Blood River Sect's cruel methods against ordinary people still made him angry.

However, the more he tried to move his hands and feet, the more Nangong Beidou felt the numbness and stiffness of his limbs.

The killing of the Blood River Sect did not stop, and the six blood shadows came and went extremely fast, and even the most brave warriors of the Wu Clan could not capture their movements.

However, in just two or three breaths, more than a dozen people died among the Wu clan.

Where could Nangong Beidou endure such a bloody killing that completely toppled the party, and immediately roared: "Stop!"

However, in the past ten days of Gu poison torture, his voice became extremely hoarse, this roar actually broke his throat, and most of the voices were blown away by the sudden wind, and only Miao Yang heard his words.

However, the two blood shadows in the air let out a scream at the same time, and each fell from the sky at the same time.

After the two Blood River Sect monks landed, whether they stood firm or not, they all frantically grabbed their faces and chests, uncovering their own flesh and skin.

One person even went down with one paw and grabbed his white eyeballs directly!

The other four blood shadows froze in the air, revealing their figures, all of them looking at their companions in disbelief.

The blood-red eyes of the leader stared at the direction of Nangong Beidou, more precisely, the person behind him.

"It's Lord Wuzhu!"

It was an old man who looked to be over half a hundred years old, his gray hair fluttering in the wind, and a long staff made of some kind of animal bone in his hand was firmly on the ground.

His somewhat cloudy gaze stared at the enemy in the air, walked a few meters in front of Nangong Beidou, and then opened his lips and began to chant some unknown incantation.

It was a strange force, very different from the power of the Tao, the Buddha, and the Demon.

This force is as strong as the vast land of southern Xinjiang, and as light as a white cloud floating in the clear sky.

The invisible power spread out in all directions, and Nangong Beidou only felt that there was a mist in front of him, as if he couldn't catch the attack trajectory of this elderly Wu Zhu at all.

"This is witchcraft?" Nangong Beidou flashed this thought in his heart.

That day, when Xingluo Zong attacked Qingmiao Village at night, this elderly witch Zhu was firmly protected at the end.

Nangong Beidou returned halfway to help, and he didn't know the initial scene, but he had never seen this witch Zhu make a move.

And the rest of the people have never used witchcraft like the one performed by this old man now, and this is the first time that Nangong Beidou has seen another power of the witch clan.

This power is so powerful, even though the remaining few people of the Blood River Sect have taken some precautions, but in the blink of an eye, another person was swept away by that mysterious power, and several blood flowers bloomed on his body in an instant.

It's just that the man was clearly hit hard from head to toe, but he didn't die, but turned into a cloud of blood mist with a "tent", quickly swam to the rear, and then turned into a human again, but his originally ruddy face suddenly turned as pale as white paper, and his eyes looked at the people of the Wu clan with fear and resentment.

This is the power of the Blood River Sect.

Their exercises relied entirely on the countless blood surging in their bodies, and their internal organs had already turned into one of the blood under the effect of the exercises.

Ordinary people are injured, and their meridians and flesh and bones must be affected, but the monks of the Blood River Sect are different, even if they lack arms and legs, under the effect of the Blood River Secret Method, they can reshape their bodies in the blink of an eye, but it consumes their own qi and blood, and it is only a matter of time before they want to replenish it or recuperate on their own or take others.

Therefore, when Taihao Zhenren warned Shao Heng outside the Lingji Cave Heaven and mentioned that the people of the Blood River Sect were very difficult, this is the reason.

Normal damage is not enough to completely kill a Blood River Monk.

Their flesh has long been different from others, they can't be called human, and they are not recognized by demons, but they are very fearful.

What's more, after the Blood River Sect's exercises are cultivated to the top level, even if there is only a drop of blood left, it can be revived.

Including the two people who were previously affected by the Gu worm and rolled on the ground, at this time, they also turned into two blood mist respectively and retreated to their companions.

Nangong Beidou's eyes were sharp, and he could see that among the two pools of blood on the ground, there were several pitch-black Gu worms jumping.

However, the three of them were injured separately, and when they retreated from their companions, they all turned pale. The two who were attacked by Wu Zhu first lost both hands at this time, and it was obvious that the exercises could not be fully recovered.

However, as long as they attack the people of Qingmiao Village and hunt their essence and blood, they can gradually recover.

If it weren't for the thunderous blow that completely strangled the enemy, Wu Zhu's power would only be consumed by them.

Nangong Beidou suddenly bit the tip of his tongue when he thought of this, and thought fiercely: "If you have time to think about this, it is better to find a way to figure out what is going on with you!"

He didn't want to be a master who could only stare from the sidelines.

Nangong Beidou subconsciously wanted to summon the Flying Frost Sword, but he pounced in the void ring, and before he had time to be shocked, there was a slight and joyful summoning in the dantian, conveying something to him.

Nangong Beidou subconsciously sank into his heart and was stunned.