Edgeworth's dozens of monks suddenly stopped halfway up the mountain, and after converging with the blood wolf brigade on the ground, they slowly approached the top, and with each step, a few samurai cleared the ground.

The distance of hundreds of meters took more than an hour, and the final direction actually had the tendency to encircle, and the object was the direction of Mountain Thirteen.

Shan Thirteen was secretly shocked, he was invisibly designed, it is estimated that it is related to the half-hundred-year-old man, the death of the hunchback is just a pretense, and killing people with a knife is the key.

Since it was discovered, there was no need to hide, so he picked up Hong Siyuan and walked in the direction of the half-hundred-year-old man.

This is an illusion, less than three hundred meters forward, it is a cliff, so what happened to the two hunchbacks just now?

"Found it, over here!"

One of the Blood Wolf's subordinates caught up with Mountain Thirteen, and a shout attracted a large group of men.

"Sure enough, someone designed it!"

Shan Thirteen's face sank, no matter how the little minions of the Blood Wolf Gang were, it was impossible for them to escape the control of their spiritual sense, as if they were born out of thin air, so in this way, the person who arranged the formation should include the entire Xifeng Mountain.

What a big stroke, Shan Thirteen sighed sincerely, in terms of the cultivation of the formation, this person should be at the same level as the master, although it is only a non-lethal illusion.

The Blood Wolf Gang rushed up and surrounded the thirteen groups of mountains in the middle, and the two leaders looked like they looked at the thirteen people like a dead man.

Slowly falling from the flying sword, the monks around him were lined up on both sides, as if it was very grand, and then Chongshan Thirteen said: "You killed the hunchback and Scarface?"

Mountain thirteen has no words, eleven innate realms, five qi cultivation periods fourfold, two congenital periods fivefold, none of them has the slightest threat to themselves, the problem is that their hearts are always a little uneasy, and they don't know where they come from.

The spiritual sense was expanded, and everyone in the Blood Wolf Gang was checked, but they did not get the desired results.

"Look for death, didn't you hear our helper ask you?"

A strong man in his thirties, carrying a big knife, saw that Shan Thirteen did not say anything, and jumped out to ask the teacher.

"Lao Tzu hacked you to death!"

The strong man waved his big knife and came towards the neck of Shan Thirteen, this knife was at a good speed, and the minions around him applauded, and it seemed that he had been in the limelight.

Qiang –

The big knife slashed at Shan Thirteen's neck, as if it was cut on metal, and the big man did not believe in evil and slashed again, and this time the result was even more amazing than the last time.

Smack-

The big knife was broken into two, and because the big man used too much force, the force of the counterattack suddenly broke his arms and sent him three zhang away, and then he lay on the ground and cried wolf.

"Good, good, good lesson. ”

One of the leaders, a tall old man, came out of the crowd, took out a flute, and slowly blew it, and suddenly one by one cheerful notes appeared.

Quiet, warm, a feeling of home, the small bridgehead of the cooking smoke stream, and the fragrance in the rice field——

Not good!

The thirteen spirit platforms of the mountain shook suddenly, and the person suddenly came to his senses, and he actually fell into the Tao, if it wasn't for the clashing corpse to transmit a dangerous signal, he was afraid of being immersed in the good feeling just now.

Magical Sound!

A long time ago, this is still from Yu Jinghuai's memory, there are still many forbidden exercises in the cultivation world, and the Demon Dao Exercise is a typical one.

The Demon Dao was once glorious, and there was a nine-way inheritance, and the Demon Sound Fantasy Realm was one of them, and the Demon Sound thought that he had encountered it in this horn, which was really "luck".

Shan Thirteen still looked obsessed, and the members of the Blood Wolf Gang had already surrounded them, and it seemed that they often cooperated so much, and they would not expect that someone would break through the control of the magic sound, so it was very casual.

Po –

The nearest minion on the left side of Mountain Thirteen suddenly took shape, affecting the people around him, and when he looked at it again, his head made a slight sound, and suddenly it was like a cracked watermelon falling apart.

Ahh

The screams began, and one by one, the heads were blown open, and the bloodstains and ** that exploded were scattered towards the back, but those who came into contact were like being pierced by sharp weapons, and they fell to the ground one by one.

"Impossible, impossible, you actually broke my spell!"

The tall man covered his chest with one hand, supported his body with a flute in the other, and looked at Shan Thirteen with a face full of disbelief, since he practiced the Fa, he had never missed, and today he was completely defeated.

The spell was broken, and it devoured its body, which was the normal drawback of the side door, and the tall man just spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and he had to thank Shan Thirteen for the first time in contact, otherwise he would be hit hard if he didn't die.

"You're looking for death!" the tall man put the flute to his mouth again, and the tone of his blow became high-pitched.

Shan Thirteen's mind moved, and he clung to the spiritual platform, and an uncontrollable anger poured out from his body, as if he had a desire to vent, and this desire to vent became crazy, wanton, and unreasonable with the sound of the flute.

Ahh

A few little minions of the Blood Wolf Gang suddenly waved the sharp weapons in their hands and slashed at the others around them, and all the people around the tall man were touched.

Shan Thirteen's eyes shrank, this flute sound was not aimed at himself alone, but a group attack spell, this time it was good, it was all messed up.

"Look for death!"

Shan Thirteen walked in a flicker, flashed a few small minions who rushed over, but unexpectedly, in the dodge, Linghai suddenly felt a pain and was attacked by someone.

This blow did not have any warning, and it was different from the attack of the soul, although it was related, but I didn't understand what it was about, the entire seven orifices were bleeding nonstop, and my eyes were blurry.

The tall man saw that Shan Thirteen was injured, and the tone of the flute changed, and he played it even harder.

Ahh

Hong Siyuan, who was sandwiched by Mountain Thirteen, was far from being maintained by Mountain Thirteen, and suddenly became out of control like those little minions. Shan Thirteen stabilized his mood slightly, and the long-lost murderous intent burst out.

Kill –

Sacrificing the spirit snake coiled silk hand, there was little change in body shape, including the tall man, all the mechanical puppets around him lost the control of their masters, and they were scattered on the ground one by one, without the slightest anger.

The rest of the Blood Wolf Gang, including the monks who didn't make a move, all moved at once, and all kinds of attacks followed, but unfortunately none of them could save their filthy souls.

Hong Siyuan vomited, his stomach cramped, and the whole person curled up like a shrimp, looking at Shan Thirteen's eyes, which was full of fear.

"Hmph, Your Excellency should come out, it's always behind you, don't blame the master for demolishing your nest!"

Shan Thirteen put down the dejected Hong Siyuan, opened his bloodstained eyes, stomped his feet towards the ground, and a miserable scream resounded throughout Xifeng Mountain.

Hong Siyuan looked towards the place where the voice came from, and he didn't know when, under the blood flow on the ground, a formation was outlined, and in the center of the pattern, a blood pit was displayed in front of him, and one of the blood-red figures twitched uncontrollably, and the sound of wailing was exactly what he made.

Mountain Thirteen muttered to himself, "Blood Demon?"