But at this moment, the three thousand thieves who were once majestic and caused an uproar have been turned into cold and stiff corpses one by one, and if they are unlucky, it will not be long before there will be corpses that smell the wind and move, and wipe them out as a delicious and sumptuous meal, and if you are lucky, you can wait for them to slowly rot and turn into fertile dirt and return to the earth.

Even the head of the executioner, who had always been regarded as a god and omnipotent, was covered in blood at this time, like a dead dog, trampled under the soles of his feet by a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes, lying on the ground and shivering, and he didn't dare to take a breath.

Tu Ba has countless remorse in his heart, he shouldn't have come to provoke this gang of evil stars, originally he saw them scattered, thinking that they were just a group of refugees fleeing, and they carried a lot of things, including a few good-looking women, so they wanted to take advantage of the fire to rob and reap some benefits, rob money and rob sex.

But he didn't expect to rush forward with people, but these "scattered sand" refugees drew their weapons one after another, and made a counterattack at the same time, killing three thousand thieves and defeating the army, and the two people led by him were even more unthinkable existence, he was hit hard without fighting back, and more than 3,000 heroes under his command were also slaughtered.

The man in Chinese clothes asked for the information he wanted from Tu Ba's mouth, and before he could open his mouth to beg for mercy, with a wave of the sword in his hand, a good head flew out with unwillingness, and the man in Chinese clothes scolded and said: "These blind fools! Delayed our trip for a few days and injured hundreds of clansmen, it's really fucking unlucky!"

On the other side, an old man in brocade was holding a piece of glowing jade slips, and blood words appeared on the jade slips, which quickly disappeared and disappeared.

After the man in fancy clothes cleaned up the battlefield with his people, he ordered two hundred people to go to the den of the nearby gang of barbarian thieves to loot their savings for all these years of robbery, and only then did he turn around, notice the old man's expression, frowned, and asked, "What message did the patriarch send again?"

"The situation in Blood Spirit City is not very optimistic, the prince seems to have an old grudge with our clan, and the answer he got was not satisfactory, just let them wait for a reply, my cousin was a little worried, and asked us to contact the Blood Sect here as soon as possible, and make plans early!"

"What? There is such a thing? How powerful my cheetah clan is, it is really not a thing for a little prince who has taken refuge in him to think about it!" The man in the Chinese costume showed an unhappy face, walked towards the old man, passed by the headless corpse of the slaughterer, and kicked him twice as if angry: "It's all this damn fool, otherwise we would have arrived at the Blood Sect a few days ago, what are we going to do now?"

The old man in brocade thought for a while, waved his hand and replied: "Let the clansmen rest and reorganize for a while, and then continue to hurry, there should be half a day from here to the Blood Sect, we have to rush over and plan the plan earlier." ”

In the west of the Scarlet Wilderness, which is thousands of miles away from the Blood Spirit City, there is a small basin, surrounded by towering and continuous high mountains, and in the middle is a vast plain with a radius of thousands of miles.

About 150,000 years ago, the then sect master of the Blood Sect discovered this treasure land, and led the clansmen to open up a safe way to the outside world, and the Blood Sect began to settle here, mined materials, multiplied, and named it the Chimeng Basin, as the clan land of the clan.

The treasures of the Chimeng Basin are innumerable, many of them are hidden in the depths of the undeveloped mountain ranges, the Blood Sect only occupies the central wide plain, their own manpower is limited, and they usually hire many casual cultivators to help find them, and pay a certain amount of money, so although this place is remote, it is not inaccessible and uninhabited.

Especially in the recent past, the Blood Sect has united some forces in the Scarlet Wilderness to form the Victim Alliance, and the Chimeng Basin where they are located has naturally become the base camp of the Alliance, and each race has a team of 100 people led by an elder figure stationed here, which makes it seem that this place is full of people and an endless stream.

The basin is surrounded by dangerous primeval mountains, and there is only one safe road from the plain to the outside world, and this path is also winding and rocky, and the man in Chinese clothes and the old man in brocade are cultivated to be strong, but they still walk with a team of 3,000 people overnight, and the speed of progress is not fast, and when they enter the Chimeng Basin, it is already the early morning of the next day.

On the plain for thousands of miles, the periphery is a lush forest like a flame, and from a distance it is full of blood red, this kind of tree is also a species unique to the Chimeng Basin, which can release a kind of misty fragrance that has a confusing effect, making people who walk in it disoriented, and also has a certain interference effect on things such as soul thoughts and perceptions, which is the first natural barrier of the Blood Sect's defense.

After passing through this blood-red labyrinth forest, there were patches of fertile and fertile fields that had been developed, crisscrossed by several rivers that originated from the mountains, dividing the fields into several large pieces, and the fields were planted with the food that the blood clan people needed every day, as well as various medicinal materials that cultivators needed.

In some fields, there are dense strange plants, which look very similar to spiritual rice, but they are blood-red all over, exuding a vague smell of blood, and the farmers are carrying buckets to water not water or fertilizer, but steaming fresh blood, and around these fields, there are Blood Sect soldiers wearing armor to guard, prohibiting others from approaching.

There are also some barren lands, teams of people are in full swing building one watchtower after another, or digging bottomless ditches around the outermost blood-colored woods, the Blood Sect sent people to steal the Blood Spirit Holy Mine, offended the Earth Demon Country, and now it is a rake, against the Blood Wuji and the Night Sun, although they have pulled a bunch of backs, it is impossible to just sit back and wait, this is building fortifications.

These fields as a whole take on a huge circular shape, occupying three-quarters of the plain, and in the central one, which is only a quarter of the circle, tall buildings rise from the ground, shops are lined up, people come and go, surrounded by a heavy city wall, the stone plaque on the city gate is exquisitely carved, and the dragon and phoenix dance inscribed two big characters: "Blood Sect!"

The Chimeng Basin is surrounded by high mountains, and the cold air is blocked for most of it, and a heavy snow covering most of the demon world has not spread here, the time has passed, the morning sun is rising, and the morning sun is sprinkled through the leaves in the forest, bringing a trace of warmth.

The man in Chinese clothes and the others walked through the rugged path and came to the blood-colored maze of the Chimeng Basin, the breeze came slowly, the flame-like leaves rustled, and before they stepped into the woods, a sentence came from afar in the forest: "Who is coming, this is the Chimeng Basin of the Blood Sect, the idlers stop!"

The vast team of more than 3,000 people naturally couldn't hide the secret posts scattered throughout the mountain range by the Blood Sect, and the old man in brocade noticed a few waves of people on the road, just to see that those people were not hostile, and did not pay much attention.

"Hmph!" The voice of the warning was ethereal, resounding everywhere in the blood-colored woods, it seemed to be everywhere, it was difficult to find traces, but the man in the fancy clothes showed a sarcastic sneer on his face, just a plain cold snort, but it made the people hidden in the maze forest like a heavy blow, wow a scream, fell from the tree with a roar, fell not far from the cheetah clan, his face was pale, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fainted to death.

This person is dressed in blood red, and when he looks at it slightly, it is woven from the leaves of the lost forest here, which can not only isolate perception, but also hide the breath, as long as he hides in the canopy, and uses the leaves as a cover, it looks like he is completely integrated, and it is really difficult to find the clues without careful observation.

The man in the costume glanced at him, his eyes stayed on the clothes he was wearing, he didn't pay attention to it anymore, but raised his head and looked at the woods in the distance, he knew that it would not be only this one person who came, but more people continued to lurk in the forest, and he didn't have the heart to care about this, so he asked directly: "Are you from the Blood Sect?"

The voice faded away, but it seemed to disappear into the sea, and no one answered, the man in the fancy dress narrowed his eyes slightly, walked up to the unconscious man, raised his foot, and stepped on one of his legs.

"Slow down, sir!" a voice sounded hurriedly, but the man's movements in fancy clothes were not half a beat slower, and the gilded boots fell on the lap of the unconscious man, only to hear a crisp click, and the man let out another scream in the coma, and then woke up in pain, but then fainted in pain, the thigh bone was broken, and the blood flowed in a hurry.

A man jumped from a big tree, and this man was dressed in a foliage dress similar to that of that man, but the quality was obviously a level higher, and his cultivation was much higher than that person. The man's face was ugly at this time, and there was a faint anger rising in his eyes, the person who was in a coma was one of his nephews, he had obviously spoken out to save it, but the man in fancy clothes still stepped on one of his nephew's legs, which made him quite unhappy in his heart.

"Are you from the Blood Sect?" The man in the Chinese costume didn't say anything, still with a faint sneer on his face, he stepped on one of the man's legs just now, but he didn't pay attention to it at all, and asked this sentence again.

Unhappiness is not happy, the man does not dare to attack, his status in the Blood Sect is not low, this bit of vision is still there, his nephew is a real demon saint powerhouse, but he was slandered by the man in the gorgeous clothes in front of him, the strength can be seen, although he is a strong man above the demon saint, but against this strong man who can't see the depth clearly, he doesn't dare to be presumptuous.

Strong strength is always the last word, and the man who suffered a dumb loss could only salute with his fists: "I am a captain of the Blood Sect Patrol Guard, and when I saw that you were a little embarrassed, I sent someone to test it, please bear with me if I was rude, and dare to ask who a few people are?"