After resting for the night in the small town, Chen Xinzhu and his party hit the road again.

Around noon.

When he came to a certain mountain range, Chen Xinzhu frowned slightly, looked at a middle-aged strong man beside him, and asked.

"What kind of place is around here? Are there towns and villages?"

The middle-aged strong man was a squad leader among the third-rate martial artists, and when he heard Chen Xinzhu's question, he didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly replied.

"Lord Qiyu, there is indeed a small town with a population of tens of thousands twenty miles away from here. ”

Hearing this, Chen Xinzhu's brows furrowed even deeper, and he stretched out his hand to point in a certain direction, and Chen Xinzhu continued to ask.

"Is it in that direction?"

The middle-aged strong man was stunned for a moment and nodded again and again. "That's the direction. ”

Before he finished speaking, Chen Xinzhu's figure had already moved quickly away in that direction, and only the voice remained in place.

"You go and tell the others right away and get them to gather and head to this town. ”

Looking at the purple figure that quickly disappeared, the middle-aged strong man was stunned for a moment, came back to his senses and hurriedly went to inform the others.

Spending seven days with this Lord Chen of the Huashan Sect was the first time he had seen this kind of expression in Lord Chen.

He understood that this Lord Chen had probably discovered something he didn't know about, maybe he had discovered the traces of the Netherworld Sect demons.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged strong man was awe-inspiring, and he didn't dare to slack off.

Chen Xinzhu hurried forward for nearly ten miles, and his brows furrowed even deeper.

"The smell of blood is getting heavier. ”

It's still more than ten miles away from the town, but the smell of blood can be transmitted here, this town is afraid ......

Thinking of this, Chen Xinzhu subconsciously recalled the encounter nearly a year ago, the demon fox that slaughtered a small town.

Chen Xinzhu subconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword, and the killing intent in his heart suddenly rose.

Jin Yangong was running at full strength, and Chen Xinzhu was so fast that he could only see a purple figure.

A quarter of an hour later, when he came to the gate of the town, Chen Xinzhu's eyes swept over, and his eyes were extremely cold.

As far as the eye could see, the corpses of the townspeople were lying on the ground, blood flowing everywhere.

Glancing at the miserable corpses on the ground, Chen Xinzhu soon found that they were all brutally killed with sharp weapons.

"Netherworld?" Chen Xinzhu muttered to himself softly, but his tone was as cold as the heavy snow in the cold winter of December.

did not stop at the entrance of the town, Chen Xinzhu quickly stepped into the town.

Along the way, there were human corpses everywhere, men and women, old and young, all of them in a miserable state.

Looking at this hellish scene, the killing intent in Chen Xinzhu's heart also grew endlessly.

Without stopping, Chen Xinzhu hurried towards the center of the town, and his powerful soul power made him discover a trace of movement coming from there.

......

In the center of the town, an old man in a green robe who was nearly sixty years old looked at his companions who fell one after another, and his heart was extremely desperate.

In just half an hour, only a few hundred of the tens of thousands of inhabitants of this town remained.

Looking at the group of black-robed people who were killing people on the periphery like cutting wheat, the eyes of the green-robed old man burst out with strong hatred.

This damn Nether Cult demon!

The old man in the green robe turned to look at his daughter-in-law and little granddaughter behind him, a trace of unbearability flashed in his eyes, and he wanted to say something to comfort him, but he really didn't know how to speak.

The smart daughter-in-law seemed to see something and whispered to her father-in-law.

"Father-in-law doesn't have to worry about me and Wan'er, we are mentally prepared. ”

The old man in the green robe glanced at the scissors in his daughter-in-law's hand, and then at the little granddaughter trembling in his daughter-in-law's arms, and his heart was extremely sad.

Nodding slightly, the green-robed old man turned his head to look at the black-robed people on the periphery, and clenched the woodcutter in his hand.

This damn Nether Cult demon!

......

Chen Xinzhu hurried to the center of the town, and soon saw a large group of mysterious people in black robes, and also saw the human corpses lying all over the street behind them.

Seeing Chen Xinzhu, this group of black-robed people was also stunned.

A black-robed man who looked like a leader asked in a cold tone, "How can there still be a living mouth?"

A black-robed man on the side hurriedly replied: "Lord Qiyu, everyone in the town has been killed, this kid may be from outside." ”

The black-robed leader nodded, his tone still cold.

"Killed. ”

As soon as the words fell, the two black-robed men immediately moved, and quickly came towards Chen Xinzhu.

Standing at the corner of the street, Chen Xinzhu didn't pay attention to the group of black-clothed people for the first time, but carefully looked at the corpses of the town's residents on the ground.

Looking at the bright red and extremely dazzling blood that flowed everywhere, the killing intent in Chen Xinzhu's heart could no longer be suppressed.

Chen Xinzhu looked back, glanced at the two black-clothed people who came together, and then looked at the many black-clothed people in the distance.

Boom!

An extremely loud and crisp sword roar sounded instantly, and a killing aura flashed away.

The sound of the sword is like a divine sword descending into the world, and like the cry of a divine eagle, it spreads far away in all directions.

A few miles away, Xue Jiang and his party, who were rushing to the town, also heard the sound of the sword, and their faces all changed.

"This is Senior Brother Chen!" Xue Jiang said affirmatively.

Zheng Ning's face also became a little solemn. "In other words, the Nether Cult demons are ahead?"

Yang Jianzhang's face was also extremely serious, and his feet did not stop.

"Let's go!"

The group sped up towards the town.

The center of the town.

The purple void sword in Chen Xinzhu's hand was filled with purple light, swinging or slashing, stabbing or teasing.

Every time the sword was swung, a man in black would inevitably fall, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen men in black would die under his sword.

Seeing this scene, the rest of the people in black were a little dumbfounded.

Where did this god of killing come from?

The black-clothed leader came back to his senses, his killing intent suddenly rose, and he said in a cold tone: "Let's go together, kill him!"

When the words fell, the black-clothed leader had already rushed towards Chen Xinzhu first, and the other black-clothed people were just about to follow after a slight pause, when they found that the black-clothed leader was also killed by Chen Xinzhu with a sword.

Seeing this scene, the rest of the people in black were shocked and scattered.

The leader who has stepped into the second-rate level for many years, and has also comprehended the true meaning of martial arts, was killed by someone with a sword in his hand?

What's going on here?

When they came back to their senses, the remaining men in black did not dare to stay any longer and fled in all directions.

With a sword in his hand, he killed another man in black, Chen Xinzhu looked up, and saw that the slowest man in black had escaped dozens of meters away, and the fastest man in black had even reached a hundred meters away.

Chen Xinzhu's expression did not change in the slightest, he stretched out his left hand, and the Zixia sword qi in his body poured in.

Above the five fingers, purple qi permeated.

Whoa!

With a faint sword roar, several light purple sword qi flashed from above the five fingers.

Poof!

Many of the black-clothed men who were fleeing stopped one after another, and a small hole one finger wide appeared on their foreheads.

The sparkle between his eyes slowly dissipated.

Poof! Poof! Many men in black fell to the ground heavily.

Chen Xinzhu slowly withdrew his left hand, put his sword back into the sheath with his right hand, turned to look at the corpses of the townspeople on the street, and sighed softly.

"Go all the way ......"

......

Yang Jianzhang and others came to the center of the town and saw such a scene.

On the wide street, among the countless human corpses, Chen Xinzhu, dressed in a purple brocade robe, stood with his sword and looked into the distance.

At this moment, his whole body was filled with a faint purple light, and he looked extremely divine......