The howling wind blew through the silent mausoleum, carrying the blood that the heavy snow could not hide, blowing the blood and snow in one place, and flowing into the Weishui crookedly.

On the Weishui, a huge building ship floated and fell with the gentle Weishui, and dozens of sergeants in dark armor stood straight on the deck, silent as a stone sculpture.

Behind the group of sergeants, four people sat in a circle inside the building boat, which was covered in layers of snow.

In addition to the four people seated around, there were two other people standing in the cabin. One is Zhao Mingzhi, a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion, and the other is Li Xunming, the master of the Netherworld.

Zhao Mingzhi stood behind a middle-aged man with clear eyebrows and handsome eyes. And Li Xunming stood beside a sloppy old man.

The sloppy old man sniffed vigorously at the bloody cold wind from Lingdu, scratched his unkempt hair, and said angrily: "It's strange, why does even the howling cold wind bypass him?"

In addition to the sloppy old man and the middle-aged man, there were two other people sitting in the cabin. One person should seem to be a battle-hardened general, wearing a fish-scale armor that is very different from the Mingguang armor, the armor of the surrounding army, and just sitting, a majestic bloody aura has already rushed to his face.

The other man was supposed to be a scholar, with a sad look on his face, and beside him lay quietly an open book on the wooden floor.

From beginning to end, he lowered his head and did not speak, he could hear the sound of Wei sliding slowly across the river, he could hear the sound of falling snowflakes in Lingdu, he could hear the sound of crossbow arrows breaking through the air, and the desperate and helpless sighs of those who were not dead but when the crossbow arrows came at him...... He could hear the wind and rain, he could hear everything, but he didn't make a sound.

He lowered his head and stared at the half-turned book beside him, watching the pages of the book being blown by the cold wind from Lingdu, like the waves set off by Weishui, and gradually he felt that his dantian vitality in the sea also began to be restless, and it also began to make waves. So he lowered his head and tried to reach out and close the page several times, but finally he took it back.

The sloppy old man looked at the three people in silence, and asked again: "Zhao Hanyan, how can you say that so many arrows can't shoot him, even if he has been stepping on dog shit since he was a child, he shouldn't have such good shit luck!

Zhao Mingzhi coughed lightly when he knew that the middle-aged man in front of him said indifferently: "What can be wrong, the sky will not fulfill people's wishes!"

The sloppy old man stood up, sometimes walking through the window of the cabin, looking up at the sky after the heavy snowfall, impatient. Sometimes he sat back in his place, scratching his ears and cheeks.

The general in fish scale armor was annoyed by the sloppy old man, slammed his fist on the board, and shouted: "Du Ruo of the dog day, you are either sitting or standing, you fucking don't dangle in front of Lao Tzu, it makes Lao Tzu upset." ”

The sloppy old man Du Ruo scratched his head, and said with a humble smile: "Chen Qingchuan, I."

It's not a good place to get money quickly that I was afraid of not going back for many days, and I finally worked hard to grab it, and if I take it for others, it will be a big loss!"

Chen Qingchuan's eyes were undisguised disdain, "It's not good to be the master of the Netherworld, but you just beg, you don't like to be embarrassed by the Netherworld." ”

Du Ruo smiled and said, "Begging is better than some people being dogs for others." ”

Chen Qingchuan punched the board again, and the hull of the boat shook and suddenly sank several feet.

A group of fish and shrimp in Weishui, who don't know what joy and sorrow are, swim carefree, and their mouths are the snow water with blood and minced meat flowing from Lingdu.

A swimming fish several inches long is devouring a piece of minced meat under a huge shadow, sometimes swallowing it excitedly, sometimes spitting it out, and its eyes are clear from time to time to look at the high places, and the fight in the high places Lingdu has nothing to do with it, it only hopes that when the snow water washes the blood again, it can rush a few more severed fingers and a few pieces of minced meat, so that it can swim in the water today and be full.

It's just that this thought has just risen, and the shadow above his head that looks like the sky falls from the sky, and when his head falls, before it can react, it is smashed into pieces of minced meat.

After a long time, the sinking boat slowly rose again, and the turbulent Weishui returned to calm again, and with the boat floated up, there was a group of dead shrimp and shrimp, they were all killed by the rapidly sinking boat, and the snow fell on their white bellies, the same white.

Inside the boat, Zhao Hanyan persuaded him with kind words: "Don't be impatient, don't forget the purpose of our visit." ”

Du Ruo snorted coldly and said, "Old Zhao, for your sake today, I won't be like this old dog." You just say we're going to have to wait here, or I'm going to go out and punch him to death right now." ”

Chen Qingchuan sneered: "The courage of the horseman." ”

Zhao Hanyan stroked his windswept hair, and chuckled: "Brother Du, you are a pure martial artist, you don't have to care about the monstrous cause and effect, but you also have to think about us cultivators! You go out and beat him to death with a punch now, you are happy, but what about us! The cause and effect are more or less on our heads, and for us, there is still some trouble. ”

Du Ruo sat down, rubbed his fists and said, "Lao Jia, how long do you say you have to wait?"

The reader who had been staring at the loud pages didn't raise his head, and said softly: "Wait until the sky is angry and people complain, and wait until the heavens fulfill people's wishes." ”

Du Ruo said with a big grin: "Be specific." ”

The scholar finally raised his head, a delicate and somewhat pale face, without blood, "Wait for half of the people in Lingdu to die, and when the sky is angry and the blame is on him, we can just kill him with the general trend of heaven and earth." ”

The scholar smiled slightly, "When the time comes, we don't have to touch the cause and effect of heaven and earth, we will earn the merits of heaven and earth ourselves, the best of both worlds, whether you think about it is a little exciting." ”

Du Ruo rolled his eyes and said, "No wonder others say that you scholars are bad and bad." Jia Yiyi, it seems that this time

The Nethermen has cooperated with your Jia family, and the Netherworld has made a lot of money. I've finally done something to do here. ”

Although Zhou Tianzi said before the retreat that there are some things that are not to be taken care of with the major family sects, there are some things, he exists, after all, it is a thorn, if it is not pulled out, it will sink deep into the flesh, with the deepening of time, there may not be anything visible on the surface, but every time he touches it, it is a piercing pain after all.

The situation of the Netherworld Gate is becoming more and more complicated and weird, and the surrounding immortal sects are eyeing it, in the past six months, if it weren't for the help of the four major families of Jinling County, maybe the Netherworld Gate would have ceased to exist now.

Although Du Ruo didn't say it, he still remembered Jia Yiyi's kindness.

Du Ruo asked, "What if he doesn't kill him!"

Chen Qingchuan sneered: "Does he have a choice? If he doesn't kill, then he can only die, if he really doesn't kill, it would be good." ”

Du Ruo muttered, "It seems that a lot of people are going to die." ”

"A group of people in the rivers and lakes died when they died, and this small Weishui didn't know how many fish and shrimp would die in a day, let alone this big river and lake. ”

After Jia Yiyi said this, he lowered his head again, stared at the book that kept turning under the cold wind, and then began to calm the restless vitality in the dantian sea.

The sound of feather arrows stopped, and tens of thousands of men in the rivers and lakes, soldiers in the barracks, and the dead soldiers of the family surrounded them from all directions, and in the eyes of those who were on the mountainside, they were like fish and shrimp in the water, and when they were in a dilemma, they plucked up their courage and blood, and they also had strong combat effectiveness.

However, what they have to face is a physique with the peak of the marrow cutting realm, and the actual cultivation is the fivefold enlightenment of the soul, and the winter fall of the blood is complete, even if the cultivation of many of them is higher than him, but the gap between them is still like a fish and shrimp in the Wei water, and when the winter falls in Guangling City, when facing more than 20 Yao family worshippers, they will feel constrained.

But in this Lingdu, as long as he is a person from the Five Realms of the Day After Tomorrow, even if he comes ten times more, he is not afraid at all.

Because, when he was in Guangling City, his cultivation was still in the realm of sensual breathing, and there was only a pitiful amount of aura in the meridians and rivers, but in this Lingdu, he was already a cultivator who opened the spiritual realm, and now the dantian is wide open, the aura is endless, and there are innate spiritual objects such as Qibao Miaoshu and Caiyun Fish to provide aura, which can be said to be inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

Zixiao's sword qi went around his neck, and he dropped a good head, passed through his chest, and brought up a large puff of blood, and one by one the figures who rushed forward fell into the blood water, and the blood that was stirred up would always collapse in despair at the moment of falling.

Xue Nianci closed her eyes and was silent, her fingertips kept tapping on the armrest of the wheelchair, and Erhei became the size of a house, guarding his side, and with one claw, several people were slapped into flesh. The three blacks disappeared into the void again, like a ubiquitous Grim Reaper, and when they appeared, several people disappeared out of thin air.

But no matter how they killed, the people in the rivers and lakes on the Lingdu seemed to be unable to kill them endlessly. It's always popping up from all over the place.

Dongluo tried to kill Zhao Renxin and a few people first, but failed. Just as he ejected

And when he rushed towards Zhao Renxin, he found that they were trapped in a large array, and they couldn't get out, and the only choice left for him was to kill, and he had no choice.

Before, he was still curious about He Zhao Renxin and the few people did not stand together, but stood in four directions, until he was knocked back by the big array, he understood that the four of them held the formation base.

Xue Nianci is now breaking the formation, and she can't be distracted, Dongluo can only raise the sword in her hand and keep killing, in this sound of soldiers, buy time for Xue Nianci.

The hot blood was thrown on the ground, and the heat gradually rose, slowly converging into a blood cloud above Dongluo's head, and as he killed more and more people, the blood cloud became thicker and thicker, and became more and more low.

Zhao Renxin looked at the blood cloud and laughed: "King Han, kill as much as you want! ”

Dongluo didn't have time to deal with him, he felt a palpitating breath from that blood cloud, which was related to his killing, but he was powerless to change, he could only kill.

Xue Nianci's forehead was covered with fine sweat, and her body trembled slightly, but the whole big array was as immovable as a mountain.

Zhao Renxin said with a smile: "Don't waste your efforts on the lame man behind you, this is the foundation laid by a formation master, no one can break it today, let's ask him to accompany you to kill!"

"Really? I'll break it today. ”

Zhao Renxin was accustomed to looking at Xue Nianci, but he found that the lame man was still frowning and did not speak.

Fan Jian stopped the small sword in his hand and looked back, only to see a white-robed young man riding a white horse slowly walking out on the hill in the north.

The young man slowly walked down the hill, behind him were patches of black pressed armor, and the young man said loudly: "Zhao Renxin, there are more people than me, it seems that I have more than you." ”

The young man smiled at a general behind him: "Rong Xu Xuan, the young man standing in the sea of corpses and blood is the son of your idol, and now so many people are surrounding him, what do you say?"

Rong Xu Xuan said coldly: "Kill them all, and leave no one behind." ”

The young man's face was pale, he pulled out the sword at his waist, waved it vigorously, and shouted: "Kill!"

As soon as the young man's words fell, a mediocre feather arrow shot out from the armor of the self-black pressure and landed on the large array that was personally laid out by everyone in Zhao Renxin's mouth.

(End of chapter)