The rainy night is cold, and the autumn wind is bleak.

Shaking off the blood stains on the Xuanbing Sword, Lu He looked at the city.

Behind him, dozens of Mortal Realm beginner level cultivators had all been killed by Lu He.

In front of Lu He, the immortals in the eyes of those mortals were like babies who had no power to fight back.

But there are also some resistances, which always appear unexpectedly when Lu He is caught off guard.

Reaching out and touching the right side of his face, with a hint of pain on his face, he put his hand down, his fingers were already stained red with blood, and the heavy rain washed away, and the blood on his hand was washed pink in an instant.

Lu He didn't expect that there was a mid-level monk in the Mortal Realm who was beheaded by Lu He's sword, lay on the ground and pretended to be dead, and finally took advantage of Lu He's unpreparedness to stab him with a shot.

Although Lu He dodged the fatal attack, the right side of his face was still slashed by the sharp spear.

Although it was only a small wound, it also invisibly taught Lu He a lesson.

If you want not to get hurt, you must raise the spirit of 12 points when fighting with people, and you must not be careless in the slightest.

Be sure that the enemy is dead before you can relax.

The golden light flickered, and Lu He's spiritual power was repairing the wound on his face, and after a few breaths, the wound had recovered as before.

At this time, Dongyang City had completely turned into a dead city, and Lu He could not feel any breath of a living person in this city.

Dongyang City, hundreds of thousands of people, is gone.

Looking at the bloody corpses in the city that were constantly howling and rushing towards the tower where he was, Lu He's eyes showed an unbearable look.

Perhaps, there is a way to save them?

Lu He didn't kill those bloody corpses, just because those bloody corpses just ran a little faster than ordinary people, and they didn't know the pain, but in essence, they were still mortals, and any monk in the Spirit Realm could kill hundreds or thousands of such bloody corpses.

At this time, Jun Hei Prison also solved the soldiers and horses of Dongyang City, and quickly ran towards Lu He at this time.

"Go find the Cold Star Soul. ”

Lu He's eyes were cold and he looked at the sky.

At this time, the battle between Tang Tai and Chen Shanhe, the city lord of Dongyang City, had reached a fever pitch.

One after another, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the sky kept flashing with golden light, splitting the dark clouds and cutting through the dark night sky.

Jun Heijiao's nose sniffed in the air, and then pointed to the branch of the Fist Dao Sect and said, "Master, the cold star soul is here!"

"Good!"

Lu He's gaze froze, stepped on the void, and rushed towards the branch of the Fist Do Sect.

Along the way, countless bloody corpses at the foot of Lu He kept jumping in place, grabbing Lu He with their hands.

But their actions were undoubtedly futile, Lu He was above a hundred meters in the air at this time, how could they touch it?

The branch of the Fist Do Sect was covered by the formation at this time, and there was no one in the formation.

"Black Prison, use your spiritual power to disperse those bloody corpses! ”

Lu He's void froze and looked coldly at the branch of the Fist Dao Sect.

"Yes!"

Hearing this, Jun Hei Prison did not hesitate to release his spiritual power, and the blood corpses that were originally surrounding the branch of the Fist Dao Sect seemed to be pushed by an invisible force in an instant, and began to retreat uncontrollably.

The blood corpse had no humanity, and at this time, they all saw Lu He and Jun Hei Prison standing in the air, and they couldn't stop howling in their mouths.

The Xuanbing Sword in Lu He's hand was held high, and the silver light on the Xuanbing Sword was magnificent, illuminating this kilometer radius as if it were day.

Open!

A huge sword qi essence was slashed down, and the formation of the fist sect branch was directly shattered by this huge sword qi essence like an eggshell.

Lu He's figure flashed, and he rushed directly into the branch of the Boxing Sect.

When the blood corpses saw Lu He landing, they all rushed towards Lu He, grabbing in front of them with their hands at the same time, baring their teeth and grinning.

Jun Hei Prison stayed where he was, using spiritual power to form a barrier to block the blood corpse for Lu He.

Countless bloody corpses rushed towards the spiritual power barrier, but they were instantly bounced back and fell to the ground fiercely.

But the blood corpse didn't feel pain, didn't know fear, got up from the ground and rushed to the spiritual power barrier again, and even the blood corpse that rushed to the front was frantically crowded by the blood corpse behind, and the squeezed body was shattered.

Branch of the Fist Sect.

Lu He's spiritual sense was released, and he immediately felt the full size of the space under him.

The underground space was about the same size as the mansion of this branch of the Fist Do Sect, but it was very deep, bottomless, as if it was leading straight to the center of the earth.

And the cold star soul is locked up here.

This kind of thing is not difficult for Lu He, Lu He clasped his hands together, and golden light shot out from the gap in his palm: "Open!"

Regret the mountain!

The earth was torn apart at this moment, and a huge ravine hundreds of meters long and tens of meters wide was cracked.

Below, there was another thin layer of formation blocking, and under the formation, there was the underground space.

Lu He split the formation with a sword, and then jumped down.

"Master, be careful!"

Jun Hei Prison had worry in his eyes, but he had to stop the blood corpse here, and once he let go, the boundless blood corpse would rush into the branch of the Fist Do Sect.

......

Unlike the flickering sky above the ground, it was very quiet and pitch black underneath.

Lu He could see at night, and when he saw the things in this underground space, he couldn't help but gasp.

This underground space is huge, layer after layer, and in the center of each floor there is a staircase that extends to the ground.

But the most terrifying thing is that in this underground space, there are blood-red corpses standing all over!

Dense and boundless!

It's just the first layer, and Lu He took a cursory look at it, and there were about 100,000 blood corpses here.

Many of the clothes worn by these bloody corpses have been soaked in blood and turned blood-red, but looking at the styles of those clothes, there is no doubt that these people are ordinary people.

And the spiral staircase in the center is bottomless, and God knows how many floors there are underground.

Lu He's eyes revealed Sen Ran's murderous intent.

So many mortals were just refined into bloody corpses.

So Chen Shanhe and the boxing immortals, are they still people?

Even if the demon clan eats people, it is only because of the problems between races, and these people have captured their own kind and tortured them into blood corpses.

The human heart is even more terrifying than the monster.

The bloody corpses all stood upright on the ground motionless, their eyes closed, and there was a small golden word on their foreheads, as if they were talismans in their eyes.

Lu He's angry colleague also had a trace of doubt.

These blood corpses, let alone 100,000, even if they are a million blood corpses, are not as good as a monk in the mortal realm.

Chen Shanhe and the two of them were the City Masters of Dongyang City, and the other was the Sect Masters of the Fist Dao Sect of the three of the Ten Great Immortal Sects of Gale County, both of them could be said to be extremely noble, and ordinary Mortal Realm monks were like grass mustard in their eyes.

Why did they risk ruining their reputations to refine these bloody corpses?

Moreover, why didn't the blood corpse refine find a more hidden place, but instead in Dongyang City, where people come and go?