They just want to get a good rest and get some sleep.

Constantly there were people who gave up their resistance and sat on the cold and dirty ground, as if they had forgotten what a dangerous place it was, and even lay on the ground and fell asleep.

The leading man of the Vanity Hall watched his companions fall asleep on the ground one by one, his eyes widened in disbelief, but he still couldn't resist the fatigue that spread all over his body, he felt so tired, as if sleeping, obviously intellectually felt that the current situation was extremely dangerous, but for some reason, he couldn't bring up the slightest thought of tension and struggle in his heart.

The leading man shook his head, but he couldn't get rid of the strange feeling, his legs were as heavy as lead, his eyes seemed to be closed at any time, he could only try to keep his eyes open, he saw his companions fall one by one in a pool of blood, a slender and tall figure, stepping on a pool of blood, slowly walked out of the thick fog.

It was a handsome and extraordinary young man, covered in blood.

"Yo, this master, yes, it hasn't fallen yet?" The boy had a vibrant smile on his face.

The leading man tried to escape, but his knees seemed to have taken root on the ground, and he couldn't move on his knees.

"Not done yet?" An indifferent voice came from behind the leading man, and another young man dressed in dark purple clothes walked out from behind him, the young man's face was strange and beautiful, and the most impressive thing was the tear mole under the corner of his eye.

"That's it, that's it!" The grinning young man walked in front of the leading man and reached out to clasp the man's head.

"You ...... You guys...... What the hell is ...... What the...... People ......" the leading man struggled to speak.

"Huh? We, if you like, call us, Hunters of the Twelve Temples. A hearty smile bloomed on the young man's face, and the hands clasped on the head of the leading man turned slightly!

Gaba!

The leading man's cervical vertebrae were broken in an instant.

"Call it a day!" The boy let go of his hand, slapped his paws with a smile, and looked up at his companion.

"I said Brother Hua...... You can make a later move next time, I haven't had a good time yet, you make a fuss so that they don't have the ability to resist at all, and I don't even know how big the gap between the twelve halls of my current strength is. "The young man covered in blood is not someone else, it is Qiao Chu who entered the Evil Emperor's Mausoleum with Jun Wuxian and them a year ago!

And walking with Qiao Chu is a flower ballad.

During the year they stayed in the Evil Emperor's Mausoleum, they never left the Evil Emperor's Mausoleum for half a step, and they locked themselves in the Evil Emperor's Mausoleum all day long, trying to improve their spiritual power, until they were released three months ago.

Hua Yu glanced at Qiao Chu coldly, and the white bone flute in his hand turned around in his palm, turning into a streamer and turning into a ring ring on his fingertips.

"Xiao Xie only asked us to kill the people of the Twelve Halls here, not to let you see your current strength." Hua Yu opened her mouth coldly.

The Evil Emperor's Mausoleum was opened, and once this matter spread out, it would definitely attract them to be hunted down by all the Middle Three Realms, so during the period of their retreat and cultivation, it was always the Night Demon, the Night Charm, and the Night Lonely who helped them clean up those who stepped into the middle of the Broken World.