After a few moments, all the roots of the giant tree retracted into the lake of blood.

The trunk of the giant tree shook and fluttered, conveying a thought.

"This demon actually has a consciousness?" Ling Xiao's heart was shocked.

"Is it begging for mercy?"

Sheng Shou glanced at Ling Xiaodao.

"Yes, but this tree is too demonic, born from sucking blood, it is destined to be a great evil, and it must not be left as a disaster!"

Ling Xiao could see that this bloody giant tree could never be kept, and there was no longer the slightest mercy in his heart.

Everything he has experienced has made Ling Xiao always believe in the truth of eliminating evil.

"It shouldn't belong to this world, dust to dust, dust to dust, go ahead. ”

The voice did not fall.

Rumble!

Ling Xiao's cold ice fist intent erupted.

In the blink of an eye, the chill soared, and a wisp of supreme ice flame shot out, submerged into the trunk of the blood tree, and watched the trunk, branches and leaves of this towering giant tree, and the roots like the tentacles of the octopus, instantly froze, and then all turned into dust and dissipated into heaven and earth.

Ling Xiao and Sheng Shou looked at the ashes of the giant tree and sighed slightly in their hearts!

The battle between the human race and the demon race is so tragic, I don't know how many fierce places like the Blood Lake are there!

After that, I don't know how many terrible monsters will be created to kill the world.

The two of them silently ran towards the periphery of the Taiyi Mountain Range.

Along the way, there were stumps and broken arms everywhere, and the two of them were furious in their hearts, and buried the bodies of the Terran powerhouses who died in the fight against the demons along the way.

A few days later.

Ling Xiao and the two walked into a dead valley and sensed the aftermath of the aura that had been fought in front of them.

The two looked at each other and sped forward.

After a few breaths, the corpse of a giant demon powerhouse like a mountain appeared from the thick demonic aura.

"Oh my god, this is... At least it's a prince of the demon clan, and he actually fell and turned into a corpse!"

Sheng Shou raised his head, shocked in his heart, looking at this mountain-like demon corpse.

Even the prince of the demon clan fell in the melee.

"Looks like he's been dead for a while. ”

Ling Xiao forcibly held back the shock in his heart and looked at it carefully.

"Tut-tut, look, this big guy is so unlucky, even if he is defeated and killed, the little useful place that has been pulled all over his body is gone, only an empty shell remains, haha!"

Sheng Shou flew around the demon corpse.

Regarding the fall of the demon powerhouse, he was obviously very gloating.

"This demon spider clan is full of treasures, his poison needle is the best material for refining hidden weapons, the poison refined from the venom in the poison glands paralyzes the masters of the same level in an instant, and the glandular fluid in the silk glands in his abdomen can be used to make spider silk, if the spider silk is used to refine into magic weapons.

Tsk, even his five internal organs can be used to refine medicine, and the appearance on his legs can also be used to make weapons, and his eyes can..."

Ling Xiao listened to Sheng Shou's babbling in his ear as he continued to observe.

The huge spider's body was covered with dense sword marks, and it was obvious that it had experienced a fierce battle.

In the center of his head, a severed blade was inserted.

The blade of the sword was inserted straight into the central position of the demon spider, and cracks extended along the wound caused by the broken sword, and the broken blade completely submerged into the body of the demon spider, if it weren't for Ling Xiao's carefulness, he would almost not notice.

Obviously, it was this sword that hit the demon spider hard and killed him.

"Since this demon spider died here, what about the owner of this broken sword?"

Ling Xiao asked.

Looking at the dense sword marks on this demon spider's body, it should have been caused by being besieged by many people.

Moreover, the aftermath of the aura contained in these sword marks is two completely different breaths, which means that there are people who have cultivated two different aura to besiege this demon spider.

Ling Xiao secretly hoped that the human race that besieged this demon spider would leave safely after successfully killing the demon spider, but...

He still had a vague premonition in his heart that things were not what he had hoped.

"Lao Sheng, come and see this broken sword. ”

Ling Xiao shouted.

Sheng Shou heard the words and came to Ling Xiao.

"What is this?"

The moment Sheng Shou saw the broken sword, his heart struck.

Ling Xiao glanced at Sheng Shou hesitantly.

Sheng Shou's face immediately turned solemn, looking at the broken sword, he suddenly thought of something, and his brows furrowed.

"This is the natal magic weapon of the Cloud Sword Sect Master. Sheng Shou exhaled slowly.

Ling Xiao didn't speak, waiting for Sheng Shou to continue.

Sheng Shou paused for a moment, and then said: "Yun Tian, the sect master of the Cloud Sword Sect, is famous throughout the territory, he is bold, he is not close to villains, he is not jealous of gentlemen, he is light on righteousness, and he is willing to be kind and charitable.

In the past, when my strength was at the end of my strength, I was chased and killed by the enemy, but I was fortunate to have the help of the Cloud Sword Sect Master, and I escaped.

Later, I became the head of the Eighteen Thieves who were feared by everyone outside the territory, and my notoriety spread far and wide, but he treated me as he did back then, and he never had the slightest hostility towards me.

He's one of the few streams of light in this filthy extraterritorial!"

Recalling the past, Sheng Shou's face showed a hint of respect.

But when he said this, his face suddenly changed, and he said sadly: "The Cloud Sword Sect's cultivation method is different from other sects, and every disciple has a weapon in his life, which is his natal magic weapon.

The natal magic weapon of the Cloud Sword Sect Master is this sword, the sword is in the person, and the sword is dead... Death..."

Ling Xiao's heart was shocked, and the ominous premonition in his heart had really come true.

Several huge deep ditches of different depths on the ground stretched out from under the corpse of the demon powerhouse into the distance, and this demon seemed to struggle here from the direction of the deep ditch.

"In this way, the Cloud Sword Sect Sect Master may not be far away. ”

Ling Xiao looked at the deep ditch on the ground and said, "Let's look further." ”

Sheng Shou nodded, and ran with Ling Xiao along the deep ditch on the ground.

About half a cup of tea has passed.

Ling Xiao and Sheng Shou finally found the starting point of the deep ditch.

"Found it. ”

Sheng Shou looked ahead, and said with a sad expression on his face that could not be concealed.

A hundred meters away in front of them, dozens of corpses of Terran powerhouses were scattered on the ground, and their deaths were extremely tragic.

Half of the dozens of people who died were dressed in blue robes, and the other in khaki robes.

And dozens of people's clothes were soaked in blood, some bright red, and some green demon blood that emitted a foul smell.

What they all had in common was that they were armed with mutilated swords, and their bodies were densely covered with holes of similar size, like a sieve that had been pierced by sharp thorns, but no sharp thorns were seen at the scene.

And within a radius of several hundred meters, the ground is full of holes left by something piercing.

This is the remnants of the scars of the demon barb attack.

Sheng Shou slowly walked towards the middle of the corpses of these dozens of people, and Ling Xiao followed.

In the very center of the battlefield, an old man with gray hair lay on the ground.

The old man's face was extremely majestic, and his eyes were wide open and he looked ahead.

A deep bony wound stretched from his forehead to his chin, and the bright red flesh rolled outward, hideous.

The old man's blue robe was stained with blood and covered with dense wounds.

His left arm was torn shoulder-high, and the stump disappeared, leaving only Sensen's bones in the air.

In his right hand, a long sword that had been broken in half was still in the palm of his hand.

The blade of the broken sword was full of gaps, and a stream of dark green blood belonging to the demon clan on the broken section emitted a foul smell.