"Wang Jin!"

"Senior brother!"

The blade of the sky approached in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, the boy was drowned, and a terrible roar came from afar, they wanted to rescue, but the speed was not enough. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Hmph. The Haoran nun snorted, and there was a look of disdain in her eyes, as if she had seen the miserable end of the young man.

However, the next moment, her expression suddenly stiffened, and the blades in the sky, for some reason, all trembled, and at the moment when she was about to cut off, she suddenly changed direction and returned the same way.

Even an even more terrifying aura erupted, surpassing the cultivation of the foundation, and it seemed that with just one blade, a foundation building monk could be destroyed.

"What's going on?!" the nun let out a frightened voice, and hurriedly raised her hand to control those blades, but an inexplicable force appeared, and it directly cut off her connection with those blades.

"Poof-" Receiving the backlash, she directly spurted blood, her eyes were full of shock, and she flew backwards without thinking about it.

"Don't retreat!" a sharp voice sounded, and the group of monks behind him also showed a look of horror and hurriedly retreated.

However, the blade that filled the sky burst out with brilliant spiritual light, extremely dazzling, shining on them, and it actually produced a sense of imprisonment, directly imprisoning them in place, unable to move in the slightest.

"What's going on?!"

"I—Why can't I move?!"

"Ahhh

"Shizun save me!"

A cry overflowing with fear rang out one after another, and the pupils of this group of Haoran monks constricted, and they were terrified to the extreme, a crisis called death was coming quickly.

Naturally, there are people in the mountain range who pay attention to this place, and at this moment, a strange change appears, and someone immediately snorts coldly: "Who dares to be presumptuous here?!"

It was a Jindan monk, and as soon as he snorted, an invisible force was formed, which shot out from the mountain range and swept towards the countless sharp blades.

However, it was like a speck of dust falling into the sea, and not even a ripple was stirred.

The countless blades fell, and with a few pops, they sank into the flesh and blood of the group of Haoran monks.

"Ahhhh

"Master, help!"

"Elder, Elder, save me!"

Blood spurted out one after another, spilling from the air, like blooming one after another, and then falling with it, there were pieces of flesh and blood, and the blood fell to the ground.

That's the real ...... A thousand cuts!

Knife after knife, blade after blade, piece after piece of flesh was slashed off, seemingly slowly, but everything only happened in a few breaths.

When the Yuanying Monk wanted to make a move, it was too late, and when the dazzling cold light dissipated and the blood ended, only the extremely white bones were left in place.

There was not a drop of blood on it, there was not a single piece of minced flesh left, and there was even a faint spiritual glow, like a carefully crafted work of art.

This scene shocked all the monks in the mountain range, and even the few Yin Ghost Boys were dumbfounded, looking at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

"Who is secretly killing the disciples of my sect?!Get out of here!" In the mountain range, at this moment, an old man with half a hundred hairs stepped out, a cultivator in the middle of the Yuan Infant, his eyes were like torches, and he swept around.

However, there was no response, and it seemed that the group of monks had only triggered some kind of mechanism, which led to the end of a thousand cuts.

Unable to sense any fluctuations around him, the old man shifted his gaze to the group of yin ghost boys, and said coldly: "It's you?!"

He thinks that they may have a magic weapon in them, and they can even fail to perceive it.

At the same time, a few traces of greed flashed in his eyes, but there was also a strong vigilance, he was not a reckless person after all.

"No!" the young man named Wang Jin roared angrily, terrified in his heart, but he straightened his waist and held a blood-stained black hammer in his hand, protecting the other teenagers behind him.

"Isn't that?" The old man sneered, his divine sense covered this heaven and earth, paying close attention to it, not letting go of any abnormal movement.

It's very likely that it's someone he doesn't know...... Shooting in the shadows......

At the same time, he quietly turned his palm, wanting a ghost boy to grab it.

It's just that before he could raise his palm, a cold feeling suddenly appeared on his neck, and it was pressed against the position of the Adam's apple.

"Uh......" In an instant, he was in a cold sweat, his pupils contracted, and an unprecedented breath of death completely enveloped him.

"It's me. A whisper, without any warning, quietly sounded in the ears of the old man.

With a cool breeze, it seemed that someone was exhaling in his ears, but it made the old man's hair stand on end, and there was a sense of powerless fear.

At this moment, the air beside the old man fluctuated, and in the shocked eyes of everyone, a woman in red appeared from the air so suddenly.

"You, who are you?" the old man didn't dare to move, he could only see a red shadow in his afterglow, and even his divine sense was banned, and he could no longer perceive everything around him.

"Yin Ghost Shaozong. The four words were light and fluttering, and there was not much weight, but at this moment, it was like a thunderbolt falling from nine heavens away, shaking the entire mountain range.

"Yin Ghost Shaozong?!"

"Su, Su Jiu?!"

In an instant, the tens of thousands of monks on the periphery of the mountain range were all boiling, extremely shocked.

And the eyes of those Yin Ghost disciples widened, and all kinds of emotions crossed in their eyes, and finally turned into surprise.

"Shao, Shaozong?!"

"She, she's the young sect of my sect?!"

They are all new disciples who have started in recent years, and they have never met Su Jiu, but they often hear rumors about Su Jiu.

"Yes, she is Shaozong, I have seen the image of Shaozong!" The young man named Wang Jin suddenly shouted, his face full of excitement.

Su Jiu looked at them, a smile flashed in his eyes, and then he spoke, "Heal them." ”

As soon as the words fell, a person fell in the sky, it was Lin Ling, she raised her hand and waved it, and sent out several healing pills, and at the same time flashed in front of the two unconscious disciples, and personally injected the aura to heal them.

At the same time, two flying swords roared, and two men jumped down from it, and they looked at the tens of thousands of monks in the mountain range with murderous expressions on their faces, without the slightest cowardice.

"Tell me, how do you want to die?"

Su Jiu retracted his gaze and asked with a chuckle at the Ancestor beside him, there was no temperature in his eyes, like snow in the middle of winter, a chill that could not be dissolved.

"You, you ......" The old man trembled, his heart was terrified to the extreme, he never thought that Su Jiu, the killing god, would choose to return to the Yin Ghost Sect at this juncture.

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