The pouring blood rain finally stopped and began to flow.

The vast ancient city has long been soaked in filthy blood and dyed into a city of blood.

The ancient corpses that had gathered in the streets and alleys bathed in filthy blood suddenly moved, and they ran in the same direction in unison.

When Butcher Zhang saw the strange actions of the ancient corpse, he was surprised to find that the filthy blood that fell on the ground was also flowing in the direction of the ancient corpse's advance, and he couldn't help but spread his body and followed.

"Master, the ancient corpses are all going in the same direction, should we go up and have a look?" Yiwei Daoist stood on the courtyard wall and informed the Tianwu Dao people in the courtyard of the situation outside.

The ancient money of the Ninety-Nine Evil Money Sword was on him, and he used the ancient money and the induction of the Heavenly Martial Dao people to find it. He was lucky enough to get a drop of Holy Blood on the way here.

"In the ocean of filthy blood, there will be a demon who will come to the world. As disciples of the Daomen, it is our duty to eliminate demons and defend morality. Keep up and see what is going on. The Heavenly Martial Daoist replied.

As he spoke, he walked out of the room, followed by the Qinglian Daoist and the Great Monk Huijing, who had already woken up from a coma.

"Why hasn't the little junior brother come back yet?" said Qinglian Daoist worriedly as he looked at the dark night sky.

"I haven't been back for so long, I think I'm in trouble. The Heavenly Martial Daoist frowned, took out a rune paper, drew a spell, and then pasted the rune paper next to the door.

This is a tracking talisman, if Zhang Xiaopu comes back, sees this talisman and activates it, the talisman paper will fly into the air, leading him to find the Heavenly Martial Daoist.

A group of four people spread out their bodies and quietly followed the ancient corpse not far away.

Wu Man'er searched for Wen Buwu's remains unsuccessfully, and saw that the ancient corpse suddenly found a direction to run, and after a little thought, he followed, feeling that since Wen Buwu's remains were controlled by the black beetle, then he would definitely go to the place where the ancient corpse went.

Wan Qiuqing walked around the ancient city for a long time and didn't find anyone, and when he saw the ancient corpse suddenly acting, he thought that Butcher Zhang and the others had a fight with the ancient corpse, which alarmed the ancient corpses in the city, so he hurriedly ran in the direction where the ancient corpse was going.

In the center of the ancient city stands a huge stone statue of 100 zhang high, the stone statue is carved lifelike, the face is handsome and majestic, wearing the armor of the god of war, the head is held high, and the majesty is majestic.

Obviously, the owner of the statue must be a hero who is admired and loved by the whole city, or a mythical god of war.

At the foot of the statue there is a spiral stone staircase with a diameter of 50 zhang that leads to the bottom.

Filthy blood flowed from all sides of the ancient city, down the stone steps and into the ground.

An ancient corpse bathed in filthy blood, lined up in a neat line, and walked down the huge stone steps to the ground in an orderly manner.

There seemed to be an extremely large space underneath the stone steps, as the ancient corpses walked down quickly one after another, and there was no signal of crowding from below.

Butcher Zhang and the others followed behind the ancient corpse one after another, the night sky was dark, they had no chance to appreciate the dignity of the stone statue, they only dared to use the power of the stars to illuminate a small area, and saw the filthy blood flowing into the ground, and the ancient corpse entered the ground.

"Old thing-" As soon as the Tianwu Dao people arrived, they found Butcher Zhang, and a few jumped forward, first frowning and glancing at Butcher Zhang's sword wounds, and then opened his mouth to ask, "Have you seen the old man's good disciple?"

"See. Butcher Zhang twisted his beard and twitched the corners of his eyes a few times, wondering in his heart how to explain Zhang Xiaopaw's whereabouts to the Heavenly Martial Daoist.

The Heavenly Martial Daoist was overjoyed when he heard this, and asked, "Where is it?"

At the same time, he looked around, looking for Zhang Xiaopaw's figure.

"Not here. Butcher Zhang said.

"Where have you been?" the Heavenly Martial Daoist frowned.

Butcher Zhang stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky.

"Dead, dead?!" the Heavenly Martial Dao man's face changed drastically, and he asked in a trembling voice.

"Not dead. Butcher Zhang shook his head and said, "Fly, fly into the sky." ”

The corners of the Heavenly Martial Daoist's eyes twitched, and he shouted: "Old thing, you dare to play tricks on the old man again, believe it or not, the old man will kill you?"

He thought Butcher Zhang was teasing him.

Butcher Zhang's expression narrowed, and he said solemnly: "I didn't lie to you, that kid really flew into the sky, and the old man waited for him for a long time and didn't see him come down." Look at the wounds on the old man's body. ”

"Who was injured?" asked the Heavenly Martial Daoist with a frown, as soon as he came over, he noticed the sword wounds on Butcher Zhang's body, dozens of wounds up and down his body, and each wound was open and had not healed, and there was still a faint amount of blood flowing out.

This is very abnormal, because with the self-healing power of Butcher Zhang's Xingchen body, like this seemingly terrible, but in fact it is just a wound of external injury, not to mention that it can heal in the blink of an eye, but it also heals extremely quickly, and it will not be like Butcher Zhang's body, which has obviously been injured for a long time, but has not healed.

Therefore, the Heavenly Martial Dao people noticed that the sword wound was strange at the first time, and felt that there was a terrible sword qi left on the wound, and Butcher Zhang was trying his best to fight, which made him secretly frightened, because with Butcher Zhang's semi-saint cultivation, I am afraid that only the sword of a saint can leave such a sword wound on him.

"The sword that Wen Buwu pulled out of the void. Butcher Zhang replied in a low voice.

"You found it?!" the Heavenly Martial Daoist was shocked.

Butcher Zhang nodded, but immediately shook his head with a wry smile, and said: "When the old man found it, it was inserted into the ground, and the purple streamer on the sword body had disappeared, replaced by layers of fluffy rust, and as a result, the old man pulled it out thirty-three times, not only failed to pull it out of the ground an inch, but almost died under its sword qi." Just then, your precious apprentice arrived. Holy shit!"

Thinking that Zhang Xiaopu had pulled out the purple light sword, the resentment in Butcher Zhang's heart surged uncontrollably, and he directly burst into foul language.

"What's the matter, the sword was snatched away by him?" The Heavenly Martial Daoist saw Butcher Zhang's angry appearance, and immediately asked with a hopeful expression, guessing if Butcher Zhang was cut off by Zhang Xiaopu, otherwise why was he so angry?

Butcher Zhang squinted at the squirrel's expression of the Tianwu Daoist, almost couldn't help but punch him in the face, and resisted the urge to hit people and said: "It's really going to be snatched away by him, the old man may not be so angry, he came up and pulled out a sword, half of the sword turned into a pile of rusty scum in his hand and was washed away by blood, and the other half of the sword was also stomped into rusty slag by the blood rain."

Dog, if Wen Buwu knows that the sword he pulled out with his old life was turned into a pile of rusty scum by your precious apprentice, he will definitely be so angry that he will break out of the Hades Palace, and find you master and apprentice to theorize well. ”

"Get out!" The Heavenly Martial Daoist glared at the butcher angrily, and asked while secretly crying out in his heart, "And then, why did he fly into the sky?"

"He seemed to have been injured by the sword qi, and the old man thought he was going to die, so he gave him the soul revival grass he got in the deserted village and ate it, and then he shouted 'sword' twice in a row, and then he took off and walked away. Butcher Zhang frowned, he still didn't understand what the two "sword" shouts of Zhang Xiaopu meant, and the most likely guess in his heart was that Zhang Xiaopu was possessed by the sword spirit, which can also explain why the sword suddenly decayed and festered.

But if he is really possessed by the sword spirit, this is by no means good news, because with the strength of that sword, you can imagine how strong its sword spirit is.

The Tianwu Daoist frowned deeply, his expression was solemn, obviously he also thought of the bad result, and after a while, he shook his head and sighed, and said: "Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, I hope it is a blessing and not a curse." ”

"Don't worry, that kid is very hard, he can't die. Butcher Zhang comforted.

"You're good to him. The Heavenly Martial Daoist raised his eyebrows and said, "Even the Soul Restoration Grass is willing to give him food, you don't want to rob the apprentice with the old man, right?"

"Hehe, the old man fell in love with this kid. Don't worry, don't rob your apprentice. The old man and him are half teachers and half friends, which is much more interesting than just being a master. Butcher Zhang smiled and said, then changed his words and asked in a deep voice: "Old Dao, so much filthy blood has accumulated here, there should be a terrible guy born, right?"

"I'm afraid it's an ancient demon. The Heavenly Martial Daoist nodded solemnly.

"Would you like to go down and have a look?" asked Butcher Zhang.

The Heavenly Martial Daoist glanced at him and asked, "Can you still withstand the toss with this injury?"

"I'm afraid it's not okay to fight, but it should be okay to run. Butcher Zhang replied.

"Senior, real person-" Wan Qiuqing came over, and saw that several people were fine, and they didn't fight with the ancient corpse as she thought, so she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Let's go, go down and have a look. The Heavenly Martial Daoist made a decision.

"Let's walk around the corner, these ancient corpses don't seem to be of much interest to us. Butcher Zhang said.

A group of six people first turned around twice in front of the ancient corpses at the entrance of the stairs to make sure that the ancient corpses were really not interested in them, and then they boldly went down the corner of the stone steps.

The stone stairs spiraled all the way down, about fifteen hundred, and the six people carefully descended to the deepest part of the wall with the corner of the wall, the faint blood-colored light illuminated their vision, and turned the last corner, and the scene presented in their field of vision made their mouths open in shock.

At the end of the stone steps was a huge pool of blood, and in the pool of blood lay a huge red-haired ancient corpse full thirty feet high, with a giant sword stuck in his left chest, and the giant sword pierced through his heart, nailing his body to the ground. Chains thicker than a millstone were bound around his massive body, and the chains bound his body sturdily.

Seeing this huge red-haired ancient corpse beyond imagination, everyone's hearts leaked several beats, and they were almost suffocated in fright.

The three-zhang tall red-haired ancient corpse killed them with a lot of urine, and the thirty-zhang red-haired ancient corpse, they felt that they could kill them with just one look, and the red-haired corpse poison on his body, I am afraid that even Zhang Xiaopaw's ghost pupils could not restrain and deal with it.

Thankfully, he's in the seal.

Shockingly, he seemed to be about to break the seal and come back to life.

The filthy blood flowed into the pool of blood, but it never passed his body, because a large amount of filthy blood was absorbed by his body, and he could clearly feel that with the absorption of filthy blood, his breath was becoming stronger and stronger.

An ancient corpse controlled by a corpse beetle jumped into the pool of blood one after another and climbed up his body to pull out the giant sword stuck in his chest. As soon as the ancient corpse's hand touched the giant sword, it was slashed by the sword qi shot from the giant sword's sword body, and directly turned into green smoke and dissipated into the air. But countless ancient corpses seem to have received orders from the emperor, willing to die, and constantly challenge the authority of the giant sword. Although the ancient corpses had died countless times, the brilliance of the giant sword was gradually dimming. If this trend continues, sooner or later, the giant sword will be depleted of energy, and then it will be pulled out by the ancient corpse.

"The pawn once said that he saw a red-haired ancient corpse sealed by a sword and iron chain in the underground river of Baihuang Mountain, and the scene he described was exactly the same as this red-haired ancient corpse. The only difference is that the red-haired ancient corpse he said is three zhang, while this red-haired ancient corpse is thirty zhang. Wan Qiuqing said in a low voice.

"He sensed it remotely through the subtle state of mind, and it is understandable that there is a difference in size, and the red-haired ancient corpse he said should be this one. Tianwu Daoist said, and then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The old man also took him to Baihuang Mountain to confirm at that time, and at that time the old man also swore that there was no red-haired ancient corpse under Baihuang Mountain, but he never expected that there was such a terrifying ancient corpse hidden." ”

"Look, there's someone in the chains!" the Qinglian Daoist suddenly lowered his voice and exclaimed.

When everyone heard this, they immediately looked at the chains that locked the ancient corpse, and carefully observed them with all their eyes, and then they were extremely shocked, and found that it was really as the Qinglian Dao people said, and there were figures shaking in each section of the chains, as if they were living people, and they seemed to be fighting fiercely.

"Medicine, the people of the Medicine King Valley?!" exclaimed in disbelief.

"I—I saw Old General Qiu!" Wan Qiuqing also lowered his voice and exclaimed.

"Flying Immortal Sect, Yang God Temple, Ethereal Palace—" Butcher Zhang read out the names of the sects he saw one by one, and finally asked a series of questions that everyone wanted to ask: "Why are they here, why are they trapped in chains, why are they fighting each other?"

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