After making a surprise attack plan, Chen Zijun burned the power of life and death in his body, and shot into the room like an arrow from the string.

The burning of the bronze-level power of life and death made Chen Zijun's speed even more amazing, like a ghost!

In just three seconds, Chen Zijun swam through the room with a radius of ten meters, and as he swam, the heads of many black iron-level martial artists in the room fell one by one.

Most of these people died in their sleep, and a small number of martial artists with good alertness opened their eyes and saw Chen Zijun, but they didn't have time to react at all, so they lost their heads.

Blood gushed from the necks of each corpse, and the falling heads still rolled slowly, occasionally skulls colliding together, colliding with each other to produce more blood.

The blood suddenly stained the ground and walls red, and the gushing blood gathered together and flowed towards the low ground.

With the blood flowing sideways, there was a very pungent smell of blood in the room, and even Chen Zijun, a person who often kills, couldn't stand it.

In the blink of an eye, the room turned into a hell of death, and more than twenty headless corpses lay in the room.

A skull accidentally crashed into the fire, and the blood on it extinguished the fist-sized flames. The room suddenly went dark, and only the reddish charcoal glowed red.

The sound of rain outside was still rattling, and those bronze-level warriors didn't notice anything unusual.

The tip of the Blood Knife was pointing downward, but not a single drop of blood was on the ground. In addition, Chen Zijun also did not have a trace of blood on his body.

At this moment, Chen Zijun, whose feet are covered with dead corpses, is like a god of death from hell!

He took a closer look and found that there were no fish that slipped through the net, and only then did he begin to let the Blood Killing Knife devour the blood.

Ten seconds later, he walked out of the room with the Blood Killing Knife, and after a few steps, he disappeared into the darkness and disappeared!

......

Not far away, a bronze-level martial artist from Qingyang Gate was watching the two people in the room arguing, to be specific, it should be the quarrel between the Great Elder of Qingyang Gate and the Sect Master Pan Ding!

The great elder of the Qingyang Sect was dressed in purple, and his hair was a little gray, "Pan Ding, although you are the master of the sect, you can't act recklessly! You just said that you took someone to visit Zhao Yuanfeng, how did it turn into a joint Zhao family's strangulation training camp? You have to explain it to me!"

A trace of regret flashed in Pan Ding's eyes, but he said, "Explain what? Things have already happened, so there is no need to explain! He assassinated me in the training camp of the Qingyang Sect, can I, the master of the sect, only ignore it?"

"Now that the Huangquan training camp has been slaughtered, your old man can rest assured!"

The old man in purple looked distressed.

"Don't worry, Pan Ding, do you really not know or are you pretending to be confused? The agreement between the three major sects and the training camp was agreed by the Qingyang Ancestor back then, and after you arrive in Zhongzhou this time, I will see how you explain it!"

"Don't forget, for so many years, the training camp is the same as Qingyangmen, many people have gone to Zhongzhou, and Huangquan is still alive, if he wants to know that his training camp is strangled and killed, you think about the consequences!"

Pan Ding was a little speechless when he was questioned by the old man, so he waved his hand, "Huangquan is alive, and our Qingyang Ancestor is not dead!" Okay, this topic is over, let's talk about how to pass through the vast Zhongzhou and reach Tianzhu Mountain after arriving in Zhongzhou!"

When the old man in purple heard Pan Ding say this, he didn't speak anymore, he just sighed, he didn't sigh for Qingyangmen, but sighed for Pan Ding!

Pan Ding's fate is already doomed, Qingyang Ancestor will never grudge Huangquan for a Pan Ding!

At this moment, one of the people leaning against the door twitched his nose twice and said, "Everyone, do you smell anything? It seems to smell blood!"

The rest of the room listened to the words, and they were equally careful to distinguish the smell in the air.

"Yes, it smells of blood!

"That's right, it seems that the source of the smell of blood is very close to here!"

......

Pan Ding also smelled the smell, he squinted his eyes, as if he suddenly remembered something, and immediately left the room and rushed to the next room.

The people in the room followed him.

The closer Pan Ding got there, the stronger the smell of blood became, and when he walked through the corridor and entered the room, he saw a scene that made him angry.

More than two dozen headless corpses lay on the ground, and strangely, the corpses turned into dried corpses, and their skin became wrinkled.

Heads without bodies rolled everywhere, some with their eyes closed and their faces safe, some with their eyes open and their faces terrified.

Moments later, the others entered the room as well.

Everyone was stunned by the sight in front of them, and this shock and surprise turned into anger in an instant, an irrepressible anger!

"Ah, Xiao Yi, you died so miserably! My son, you hurt me to death!"

"Dashan, you just left your uncle and left, how can you let me explain to your dead father!"

......

For a while, there was a cry in the room, most of the dead black iron level martial artists were the descendants or relatives of these people, after more than 100 years of development, there were more and more martial artists with blood relations.

After crying for a while, these people all looked at Pan Ding, who had been silent, "Door master, you want to avenge my child, this is a provocation to Qingyangmen, and it is to cut off the roots of Qingyangmen!"

For the clamor of these people, Pan Ding and the old man in purple simply ignored it.

The purple-clothed old man showed a hint of panic in his eyes, carefully examining each dead body, and when he saw the body of a person on the ground, his face suddenly turned pale!

Muttered to himself, "It's over, it's trouble, it's trouble!"

Pan Ding also found the corpse, the white clothes were already covered with blood, and the head didn't know where it had rolled.

His fists clenched, and cold sweat flowed from his forehead!

The purple-clothed old man and Pan Ding exchanged a look with each other, and they both saw a look of horror in each other's eyes!

He turned around and said as he walked, "Great Elder, I'll leave this place to you first, I'll go out!"

The old man in purple knew in his heart where Pan Ding was going, so he didn't stop him, and nodded, "Leave it to me, you go and come back quickly." Then, he was afraid that Pan Ding would be impulsive, so he comforted, "The matter has come to this, you have to take care of yourself first, don't act impulsively!"

Pan Dingtou didn't reply, "Don't worry, I can tell the difference!"

After saying this, Pan Ding left the room, walked into the night rain, and disappeared!

Those people were very dissatisfied with Pan Ding leaving like this. As soon as they were about to complain, they heard the old man in purple shouting, "Shut up for me! The catastrophe is just around the corner, are you still touching your head?"

......

Half a quarter of an hour later, Pan Ding, who was soaked through, walked into the room where the bronze-level martial artists of the Zhao family were resting.

Everyone in the Zhao family was also surprised by Pan Ding's visit, only a few carefully observed people found the abnormality in Pan Ding's eyes, and their hearts chuckled at the same time, and secretly said, "Is something wrong?"

When Zhao Yuanfeng saw Pan Ding, he immediately stood up to greet him, "Master Pan, come to the Zhao family so late, could it be that something happened?"

Pan Ding stared at Zhao Yuanfeng, "What did you say before? You said that it was foolproof! But now all the disciples of the Qingyang Sect Black Iron level have been killed! The disciples of the Qingyang Sect are dead when they die, but there is a person who can never die has also been killed!"

"Qingyangmen can't afford this consequence, I can only pull your Zhao family into the water and bear it together!"

After Zhao Yuanfeng heard this, his face changed suddenly!