Demon Cloud Sect, at the foot of the mountain!

A group of black-robed men walked slowly into the stone steps and walked towards the top of the mountain. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

They walked along the slope of the mountainside, their steps were calm, and the black hats did not shake at all, which looked extremely strange, and they were even more silent between the journeys.

"What people!"

Approaching the mountainside, several disciples of the Demon Cloud Sect spotted them and shouted loudly.

A group of black-robed people kept at their feet, and one of them said, "Don't move!" “

The voice was cold and domineering.

"This is the Demon Cloud Sect, you wait, it's not good, the enemy is attacking!" Before he finished speaking, the previous Demon Cloud Sect disciple's pupils shrank, and a blood flower bloomed at the center of his eyebrows.

The remaining guards were just about to exclaim when a white feather fell from the sky, and in an instant, their eyelids closed, and they all fell unconscious.

"There's someone there!"

A black-robed man stretched out his hand to point behind a rock, and suddenly, a figure jumped out of it and ran towards the top of the mountain.

A black shadow caught up, and with a flick of his five fingers and knife, the man's body was separated, and his body fell to the ground with a pop, and his skull rolled down the mountain.

"Let's go!"

The black-robed man shook his arm.

The group of people continued to walk towards the top of the mountain, and when they were about to approach the entrance, it was the voice that reminded them from the front, "On the right, you can go over, there is no one to guard." ”

Turning around, turning around, without any hesitation, the black-robed team gradually disappeared into a rugged path.

。。。。。。

The shouts of killing rose to the sky, and the blood cloud in the sky became thicker, and the rich and pungent smell of blood overflowed with a disgusting stench.

The corpse, trampled into minced flesh, seemed to begin to ferment into a soft, blood-colored carpet that stretched for dozens of miles, all the way to the edge of the golden vines.

Gurgle!

In the frenzied killing, no one noticed, a light blood light flashed on the ground, and the golden vines quietly stretched out their roots and slowly inserted them into the ground.

Underground, bright red blood, damp blood, suddenly seemed to be pulled by an invisible traction, forming a stream of blood hidden in the depths of the ground, surging towards the vines.

Inside the golden vine, blood was surging, but on the outside, there was no sign of it, it was still a sacred golden light.

After countless casualties, on the frontal battlefield, the disciples of the Demon Cloud Sect had the absolute upper hand, but in the long line of defense, there would always be some fish that slipped through the net and fierce sharks that broke through and entered, galloping towards the entrance of the ancient relics.

"Get out of the way!"

Zhang Lang laughed wildly, and the black fire splattered and flew in all directions, and as soon as the disciples of the Demon Cloud Sect who intercepted it were contaminated, the black fire the size of oil spots quickly penetrated the clothes, penetrated the skin, and burst into flames.

The terrible howl only emitted a short breath, and several disciples of the Demon Cloud Sect burned out along with the black flames, leaving not even a drop of residue.

The elite disciples of the fourth order had no ability to resist at all in the face of this strange flame, and their body protection spirit shield was as if it were transparent to this strange flame, and it had no effect at all.

"Firehand Zhang Lang!"

With a loud shout, an elder of the Demon Cloud Sect came murderously.

"Hey, hey!"

Zhang Langwei laughed, and smashed his fist fiercely forward, and suddenly, with a "buzz", the black light vibrated violently, and a row of black walls of fire in the void headed towards the elder.

"Carving insect skills!"

I saw that the elder flicked his five fingers, and a terrifying cold air rose up, and the extreme low temperature froze the wind and the blue ice floated heavily in the air, and the surrounding water vapor emitted a biting cold.

Snort!

The sound of sulfuric acid corrosion came from the place where the black fire and the ice came into contact, and the ice was melted into drops of black water, falling to the ground, seeping out of the potholes.

The black fire is extinguished!

The elder's face darkened.

A hundred meters away, Zhang Lang didn't look back, leaned over and grabbed a golden vine, and quickly slid towards the abyss with a "snort" and disappeared from sight.

Immediately afterward, several more figures rushed over and jumped in.

"Ahhh Damn it, I curse you all to fall inside. The elder cursed viciously.

"Hmph, a group of rats, the sect master is inside, they can't take any advantage, first clean up this group of ants outside." The Great Elder's gaze was gloomy, and with one index finger he struck several figures in the air in succession.

"That's Zhang Lang!"

In the battlefield, two eyes locked at the same time.

"Oh, did you find it!" A grim smile appeared on Tong Lao's wrinkled cheeks, and Li Zong next to him had already raised his foot and stepped forward, turning into a black lightning bolt, and lightning swept in.

The clanging brass bells echoed.

The puppet looked at a black shadow with an expressionless face, and the old boy laughed: "You're late." ”

Feng Qiqi walked out of the dark shadow, glanced at the puppet's face with the eyes of the yin owl, and smiled hypocritically: "What a delicate puppet, but it's a pity that the eyes are too white." “

Tong Lao snorted coldly, looked at the two men and women behind Feng Seventeen who were bound by chains and looked frightened, and said, "What about people? ”

"Excuse me, rest assured that you're on the way!" Feng Qiyin smiled, gently rubbed the tip of his right finger against Lan Xiaodie's pale cheeks, and said in a deep voice, "Did you say?" ”

Lan Xiaodie and Luo Xiaoxin's faces were like ashes.

"Go in first!"

Clapping their hands, the two disciples of the Demon Cloud Sect knocked Lan Xiaodie and Luo Xiaoxin unconscious, carried them on their shoulders, and followed Tong Lao and Feng Seventeen down the vines.

Half a minute later!

Puff puff!

The sound of broken muscles and bones was connected, and Xiao Li was like a whirlwind blowing through the ground, and dozens of disciples of the Demon Cloud Sect along the way were all knocked away and fell to the ground heavily.

Before they could get up, the black kunai chased them for their lives, penetrating their throats and nailing them to the ground in various shapes.

"Zhang Lang? Li Zong? A trace of doubt flashed in Hinata Ningci's eyes, and he reminded Xiao Li, Tian Tian and Oil Girl Shino: "Li Zong and the people of the Demon Cloud Sect are mixed up, be careful of him!" ”

"They want to kill Zhang Lang, do we want to save it?" The oil girl Shino helped the frame of the mirror and waited for Hinata Ningji to decide.

"Let's go ahead first!"

With that, the four of them ran down the vines into the abyss one after another, and the ten black-clothed gardeners behind them were also silent, grabbing the vines one after another and climbing down.

The abyss was pitch black, and there was no bottom in sight, only the damp cold wind with the slightest smell of blood wafting up from below.

On all four walls are strange stone carvings, vivid but dead in the end.

Hinata Ningji frowned, he always felt that something was wrong, but he didn't find it, the pupils behind the oil girl Shino's sunglasses shrank, and the kunai in his hand pierced into the wall, and a few small black insects crawled in.

"No problem! These statues have no breath of life! Oil Girl Shino's answer temporarily made Hinata Ningji suppress the uneasiness in his heart.