Seeing this, Bai Xiaoqi stopped making trouble, and just wanted to ask, but suddenly smelled a very slight smell of blood...

A gust of wind blew, and the smell of blood around me became stronger...

I felt bad in my heart, and Bai Xiaoqi didn't know why he instinctively flew to the source.

Coming to the place, in the void, Bai Xiaoqi looked at the scene below, his heart was angry, and his face was extremely cold.

This is an ordinary barbarian tribe with thousands of people, from the beginning of the morning sun, all the people should be busy working, but now, the blood stained the place, there are no living people, stumps and broken arms can be seen everywhere, among them there are many children, the corpses of the elderly, and even the baby who has just been born and is firmly held in the arms of his mother.

The blood is still flowing, and it shouldn't have been long since it happened.

On his shoulder, the fat cat looked down and wanted to say something, but when he turned his head and saw Bai Xiaoqi's eyes that wanted to kill, he immediately got back into the spirit beast bag.

Unexpectedly, Bai Xiaoqi was very quiet, did not act excessively, slowly fell into the tribe, covered by divine consciousness, and recited the 'Death Mantra'...

Death Mantra: An ordinary spell that can only be cast by a divine soul realm, which is extremely soul-consuming, and can send the soul of the deceased into reincarnation peacefully.

After a while, a little golden light condensed on the corpses around them and flew towards the void, and at the same time, a mysterious void vortex appeared in the sky above the tribe.

Below, after all the points of light flew into the void vortex, Bai Xiaoqi took a big breath, and his face was extremely pale.

It can be seen that the curse of the past life of thousands of people is unbearable with his divine soul.

After the curse, the demon beasts in the mountains near the tribe also smelled blood, and some demon beasts tentatively took away one or two corpses.

Bai Xiaoqi saw it in his eyes, he didn't care, he had already done what he should do, turned around and flew in a certain direction.

There, there is still resentment that has not yet dissipated.

Not far from the slaughtered tribe, more than a dozen cultivators were all around the Zhihai Realm, and the disciples of the sect who were holding swords and wearing the same clothes were chatting and laughing.

"Senior brother, what do you think of the progress of junior brother's swordsmanship?" A disciple with a long face raised his sword high, as if to show off: "I killed more than forty barbarian slaves with one sword this time!"

"Senior brother, you're embarrassed to say that your sword almost let go of a brute...", the disciple in front of him said with a playful blow.

"Okay, don't make a fuss, who won this time?" the leading broad-nosed disciple said, "I killed more than three hundred and sixty!

"One hundred and twenty!"

"I started relatively late, only more than eighty!"

"More than two hundred and thirty!"

"Two hundred and nine..."

The long-faced disciple who was the first to speak said said with a smile: "Then you are not as many as me, I have five hundred and sixty-three!"

The listeners played in a playful tone as if they were not slaughtering the tribe but were competing, just for fun, as simple as drinking water.

"Alas, blame me, blame me, it's too late!" At least the man reluctantly threw out a storage bag, and said, "This one doesn't count, I remember that there is a barbarian tribe in the stone cliff, compare again!"

"Yo! It seems that Senior Brother Zhao is not convinced!" the long-faced disciple took the storage bag and said with a smile.

"Okay, then compare again, 10,000 medium-grade spirit stones. ”

Just as everyone was about to march towards the stone cliff, suddenly, a figure flashed in front of them, and a pale young man dressed in a black robe with small eyes, about nineteen or twenty years old, appeared in front of them and blocked them.

"Who!"

Immediately they drew their swords from their sheaths and went around them.

I saw that the young man didn't care, but seemed to be muttering to himself: "You think killing people is just a game, don't you?"

"Or, it's not a person at all who kills?." The words became colder and colder.

Hearing this, the leading broad-nosed disciple saw that he couldn't see through his cultivation, and asked cautiously.

"Friend, what do you mean by that?"

People can be killed, but they must not admit it, after all, the cultivation realm also has its own rules, but no one cares.

When the rest of the people heard it, they also knew that the comer was not good, and they all stepped forward with a faint intention of approaching.

"It seems that I was naïve. Although they were surrounded, the young man did not panic.

The person who came was Bai Xiaoqi, he had been listening in the void before, there might be a secret in this kind of thing that he didn't know, and he couldn't make a conclusion at will, but when he heard that these people slaughtered people just for entertainment, the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

One of the disciples saw that Bai Xiaoqi was motionless as if he was frightened, glanced at the person beside him, and suddenly said.

"Senior brother, what do you have to say to this kid, do you want to kill him?"

"Don't!" the other person took over and joked, "Boy, as long as you kneel down and kowtow a few times and call grandpa, maybe we will spare you!"

As soon as the words fell, Bai Xiaoqi's eyes were cold, and he only heard a "bang"!

The person who had just spoken exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and the echo of the mysterious artifact that fell to the ground seemed to prove that what had just happened was not an illusion but a reality.

At this moment, fear descended, and the sound of "bang" sounded again.

Another disciple exploded into a mist of blood.

"We are disciples of the Blood Sword Sect, if you offend any senior, please forgive me. The wide-nosed man in the lead saluted in horror.

However, the explosion did not stop, the blood mist dispersed, and the scene was like purgatory on earth...

"What a person!

The rest looked around in horror. No one cares about Bai Xiaoqi in the center of the crowd.

What's more, they directly used their martial arts to slash towards the deep forest.

For a while, the sword shadow filled the sky, and the roar continued.

The explosion is still ringing... Soon, except for Bai Xiaoqi, only the long-faced disciple remained...

"It's ~ you!" The last disciple looked at Bai Xiaoqi in horror and said in a trembling voice.

Bai Xiaoqi ignored it, and turned his head to look somewhere: "Come out!"

Looking in the direction, I saw a swarthy boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in animal skins, with bare arms, and a piece of talisman paper in his hand walked out from behind a boulder not far away.

Looking at his attire, it was clear that this was a barbarian tribesman.

The boy's eyes were full of hatred, and he kept staring at the living man...

But the young man was a little afraid of Bai Xiaoqi and didn't dare to step forward.

Looking at the young man holding the rune paper in his hand, Bai Xiaoqi said: "Xuan-level runes, you can't kill those who know the sea realm." If you want to take revenge, you don't have to die together. ”

With that, Bai Xiaoqi pointed at the long-faced disciple, and a cold and biting cold air instantly penetrated his chest.

"Poof!"

The long-faced disciple did not die, but just spurted out a mouthful of blood, and a breaking sound came from his body, and at the same time, the realm fell directly to the body refining realm.

The long-faced disciple looked at Bai Xiaoqi in disbelief: "You, you dare to abolish me!"

A deposed martial artist is no different from an ant in the cultivation realm, how can this be accepted by a person who has reached the realm of sea knowledge at the age of twenty and has a great future.