No. 245: Zhenwu Dynasty, Situ Yi!

Zhuang Ying died, and he turned into a pool of flesh and blood, and there were no bones left.

This scene made the other six people shudder.

Wang Yang's ruthlessness was far beyond their imagination, and he did not bargain with Zhuang Ying at all.

"You, answer my words. ”

Glancing around with a cold gaze, Wang Yang looked at an innate fivefold evil cultivator.

"I can tell you, but will you let me go when I say it?"

The evil cultivator's body was cold, and from Wang Yang's gaze, he only saw indifference, indifference to life, but he held on to the last glimmer of hope and pleaded.

"That's not the answer I'm looking for. ”

As soon as the words fell, the sword momentum around the evil cultivator went violent, and before he could let out a miserable howl, he was instantly pierced through the heart by ten thousand swords and fell softly.

"Damn, both horizontal and vertical are dead, so let's die together!"

An innate sixfold evil cultivator, the gaze under the hat was like a dying beast, becoming fierce and full of madness.

Among the six major life points in his body, there was a breath of destruction that erupted, and it was actually preparing to explode the spirit wheel.

Puff puff......

It's a pity, how could Wang Yang let him succeed, and with a movement of his heart, the blades of the six sword potentials pierced through the six major life points in his body.

"Ahhh......!!h Me!!"

Immediately after, a terrible howl sounded, and countless sword blades that were like substance slashed across the body of the evil cultivator who had lost all his cultivation, and blood splattered everywhere, and blood was dripping with blood.

In the blink of an eye, the evil cultivator was executed by Ling Chi and turned into a skeleton full of white bones.

"I know, I'll tell you, I'll tell you all......"

Looking at the shocking skeleton on the ground, finally an evil cultivator couldn't bear the fear in his heart, and began to confess to Wang Yang the number of people they had come.

……

After a while, Wang Yang appeared in front of a blood-colored stream, jumped his body, appeared on an ancient tree, and gathered his whole body breath.

This place is the place where those few evil cultivators have confessed, and the rest of the scattered evil cultivators come back regularly to contact and report.

According to the confessions of those evil cultivators, the situation is just as Zhuang Ying said.

The high-level of the Blood Demon Sect was only initially suspicious of him, and they were not sure that he was the young alchemist who could dissolve the blood poison.

Therefore, Wang Yang planned to kill them all to prevent the news from leaking.

Dying on this Plains of Death, no matter how powerful the Blood Demon Sect is, it is impossible to find out who did it.

An hour later, it was time for regular contact.

I saw that in the middle of the air, several blood-pupiled bats appeared, flying at a low altitude, as if they were probing.

Behind those blood-pupil bats, four Blood Demon Sect members wearing hats on their heads and blocking their vision appeared and came to the stream.

Swish!

Shout!

At this moment, Wang Yang and the demon vine were dispatched at the same time.

Wang Yang dealt with the four evil cultivators, and the demon vine dealt with the blood pupil bats flying low at a low altitude.

The attack happened suddenly, and the four evil cultivators had just noticed it, and the battle was over.

After killing the four evil cultivators and the Blood Pupil bat, Wang Yang cleaned up their bones and traces of battle, and continued to hide in the ancient tree like a hunter and wait.

This time in the Blood Demon Sect, a total of eighteen congenitals came to the land of death, and all of them were elite congenitals under the hands of the Earth Protector Ghost Ji.

Except for Zhuang Ying, who is weak and needs a few people to protect him, the others are all four people acting together, and there is basically no danger in this mass grave ridge.

An hour later, four more men with hats appeared......

Half a day later, Wang Yang, who had killed all the remaining evil cultivators, left the mass grave ridge.

He was going to make a trip back to Zhan Tiancheng.

The evil cultivators on the Plains of Death, although all of them have been cleared.

But in Zhantian City, there was also a spy arranged by Zhuang Ying to monitor there.

With Wang Yang's current strength, under the full force of the thunder nine flashes, the speed has skyrocketed again, and it has reached the point of three flashes in an instant.

In just a stick of incense, Wang Yang returned to Zhantian City.

"Sword Demon, I'll leave it to you. ”

In order to lure out the watchman, Wang Yang did not change his face, and swaggered into the city.

"On the second floor of the restaurant, behind the third-to-last window on the friend's side. ”

With the perception of the sword demon, it was easy to find the secret watcher who had been staring at Wang Yang since he entered the city.

Although there are also many martial artists, they are secretly looking at Wang Yang with ill intentions.

But the gaze of the watcher was obviously different from them, and he had been staring at Wang Yang quietly through the gap, his gaze was calm, not as greedy as other martial artists.

After thinking about it slightly, Wang Yang entered a shop opposite the restaurant under the watchful eye of the Blood Demon Sect cultivator.

But after entering, Wang Yang didn't come out for a long time.

Just as the watchman in the restaurant felt something strange, his ears moved slightly, and he heard a sound of footsteps coming upstairs.

"Is it ......?"

The watchman's pupils shrank sharply, and his face changed suddenly, and he didn't want to escape through the window.

Shout!

But the moment he opened the window, a touch of green light appeared like lightning.

The Blood Demon Sect cultivator who disguised himself as an ordinary martial artist, although he was aware of it, his speed was far less than that of the demon vine, and he was killed in an instant.

His bones quickly skeleted, and the green light on the demon vine's body flashed, and a strange force appeared, shattering the dry bones.

"Solved. ”

In the restaurant, Wang Yang, who was disguised, had a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Guest officer, the guests in the private room on the second floor have left. ”

Soon, on the second floor, a restaurant servant went downstairs with a good wine and walked towards Wang Yang.

"It's okay, stay with the wine, you go and get busy. ”

Wang Yang threw out a small bag of golden tickets, waved his hand and ordered the eviction.

"Okay, you'll be greeted when you have something. ”

The little guy took the golden ticket and left happily.

"I said, don't you think that people from the True Martial Dynasty have appeared too often in the Mass Grave Ridge recently?"

Wang Yang, who was about to leave after drinking, heard this sentence, and his eyebrows moved slightly.

It was a man with a four-fold congenital body and a thin body who spoke, and next to him, there were five or six martial artists with fierce breaths, talking to each other.

"I also find it strange that during this time, the number of people in the Zhenwu Dynasty has increased significantly, but on the other side of the Hundred Battles Dynasty, not many people have appeared. ”

"That is to say, although there are usually mass graves, there are also warriors from other two countries, but the number is not so much, I met five waves of people in one day the day before yesterday, and I almost couldn't come back. ”

"It can't be that something happened in the Misty Forest, right?"

The warriors next to the wine table were all talking, and it was naturally impossible for them who were haunted by the mass grave ridge not to notice this strange situation.

"I heard that it was over there in the Misty Forest that two princes of the True Martial Dynasty appeared. ”

A martial artist at the peak of his innate nature seems to know a lot of inside information.

"The two princes, are they really fake?"

The other warriors were all shocked, if there were really two princes in the Plains of Death, wouldn't they be sent to death if they went.

"The credibility is very high, and many martial artists who came out of the misty forest have reported to the Zhantian Legion, it is said that they are Situ Yi, the third prince of the True Martial Dynasty, and Situ Ming, the ninth prince. ”

The innate martial artist said with a solemn face.