The vast ancient trees, the jungle is deep. A figure staggered forward, clad in bloody clothes.

"Yin Yang Valley is about to be born, the Blood Spirit Hall is hidden to plot chaos, what the specific conspiracy is, only the four major blood marquis can know!"

"We are thirteen kills, and we should move forward cautiously. Now that the eight detentions will all be broken, the calamity of the Yin and Yang Valley will be ten times greater than before!"

"If something is not good, the Eastern Spirit will be robbed, and it will be the end of the world!"

In the bronze ancient order, the words of the tenth kill kept sounding, and it seemed to be more and more urgent.

And the third kill is to ask seven times where the tenth kill is, but there is no answer.

"The cultivation of the four major blood marquis is all strange and evil skills, if they can't kill them with one blow, they will definitely sacrifice blood and return!"

In the token, the words of the tenth kill sounded again.

"Is there a way to restrain the exercises?"

Seventh Kill asked.

"The power of the Holy Buddha can be suppressed, but only suppressed!

The tenth kills returned.

In the Qinglong Mountain Range, the war is still there. Xie Qinghou was dressed in bloody clothes, and his huge sickle was constantly swinging, harvesting the lives of black-robed people one by one, and the place where he conquered was full of stumps and broken bodies.

And his body was also surrounded by countless wounds, and blood flowed profusely. I thought that in order to kill a few more people, I didn't care about my own safety at all.

In those dark eyes, they were resolutely ruthless, and there was a righteous and awe-inspiring look between the bewitching eyebrows.

In the jungle, there is no more fighting.

The sword light and sword shadow roared, and the terrifying aura surged like a tide, crushing one jungle after another, and countless black-robed people kept rushing towards Xie Qinghou, and they were bound to kill him completely.

In the center of the war, Xie Qinghou roared wildly, and his feminine eyebrows revealed domineering, "At the beginning, the forest wasteland Yuan killed Tianyuan, and the bloody marquis was killed. I'm Xie Qinghou, and now in the battle of the curtain call, I can also kill hundreds of enemies!"

Xie Qinghou muttered to himself, even though there were countless wounds, his breath was becoming more and more terrifying.

Holding a huge scythe in his hand, he turned into a bloody man, and fearlessly killed countless bloody robes again.

"My name is Xie Qinghou!"

In the token of the thirteenth kill, the news of the tenth kill suddenly flashed.

In the Xuanyuan Mansion, Lin Cangxue's eyes froze, revealing a little surprise.

"Drifting Snow Palace Xie Qinghou?"

"That disciple who disappeared from the Drifting Snow Palace in the Four Sects and Ten Dynasties?"

Among the tokens, some of the other killers asked one after another, looking a little surprised.

Xie Qinghou still didn't answer everyone's questions, but just sent out a message again:

"Lin Cangxue, when the Blood Spirit Hall abolished your martial soul, I knew it earlier, and I didn't remind you that Xie Qinghou killed the Blood Spirit Hall here to make amends!"

In the Xuanyuan Mansion, Lin Cangxue's face froze, and then a smile appeared:

"I knew that!"

"Tell Lin Huang that it was me Xie Qinghou who won the battle in the Drifting Snow Palace. If he still remembers me Xie Qinghou, there should be a glass of wine sprinkled with loess during the Chongyang Festival!"

In the token, Xie Qinghou spoke again.

"Little Ten, where are you? No matter where you are, I will wait for thirteen kills, and I can rush to rescue you in two quarters of an hour!"

The news of the third kill appeared, and he looked a little anxious.

"No need!"

Xie Qinghou flatly refused, "Ten years after entering the Blood Spirit Palace, I have already become a monster. If I don't want to live, it's useless for you to save me. Today is the curtain call battle for my Xie Qinghou!"

In the Xuanyuan Mansion, Lin Cangxue was moved, and walked out of the secret room of the retreat with a long body.

"Everyone, the tenth to kill Xie Qinghou, retreat first!"

In the bronze ancient token, the light flashed again, and then there was no movement.

Kill!

In the Qinglong Mountain Range, Xie Qinghou hissed wildly, hunting in bloody clothes, like a flying and torn battle flag, fighting the enemies of the Quartet. A bloody scythe dances, like a messenger of hell.

One by one, the black-robed people had their heads cut off, their bodies burst, and they fell at Xie Qinghou's feet.

Burst......

Half an hour later, Xie Qinghou violently spit out a mouthful of blood, his demonic pale face was full of hatred, and the violent aura around him quickly disappeared, and he fell directly from the Wuhou realm to the Tianyuan Fifth Heaven.

Xie Qinghou stood on the blood-soaked battlefield, and hundreds of black robes around him gradually approached, full of caution and hatred.

Ahem.

In the field, Xie Qinghou coughed violently twice, straightened his hair elegantly, wiped off the strange color on his face, and gathered his sleeves and collar, his warm and jade-like face was calm, his eyebrows swept over the hundreds of black robes around him, and he smiled:

"Who killed me Xie Qinghou?"

In the middle of the field, hundreds of black-robed people took two steps back in fear, even though Xie Qinghou looked like he was at the end of his crossbow at the moment. But just a few breaths ago, this person was like a killing god, crushing as many as seven hundred people in black robes before and after.

Seeing everyone retreating, Xie Qinghou chuckled, and then his calm eyes bloomed with brilliance, revealing invincible faith:

"Demonic Outer Path...... Everybody's got it!"

Ancient Wood Jungle, after Xie Qinghou said this, he began to slowly close his eyes, and his breath began to dissipate......

"Kill him!"

In the field, a black robe shouted, which immediately attracted hundreds of black robes to kill Xie Qinghou.

"If you dare to betray the Blood Spirit Palace, you must break him into pieces!"

"Sacrifice his soul and turn his body into blood food!"

"Let him not survive, he can't die!"

......

In the field, countless black robes roared, and in an instant, they were killed in front of Xie Qinghou.

Rumble!

At this moment, a long sword suddenly appeared in the battlefield, revealing an incomparably sharp brilliance. Only in the moment of appearance, the black robe that was killed in front of Xie Qinghou was killed, and all of them were killed.

The faces of hundreds of black robes changed greatly.

In the middle of the field, Xie Qinghou opened his eyes weakly, and his eyes were rosy in an instant.

In the blood-colored mountains and forests, there was suddenly heavy snowfall, which was beautiful and beautiful, revealing piercing sadness.

I saw that at one end of the jungle, a middle-aged man suddenly walked out, dressed in an old green shirt, and his right sleeve was empty and flying in the wind. And behind him, followed by five withered old men.

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, and after glancing at the hundreds of black robes, his face like a deep-sea reef froze, and he said calmly:

"No mercy!"

In the blink of an eye, five withered old men behind the middle-aged man, holding long swords and killing in all directions, headed towards hundreds of black robes.

"Master!"

In the heavy snow, Xie Qinghou laughed miserably. The figure, straight as a spear, seemed to have lost all its strength at this moment, a mouthful of blood spit out, and the speed of life and death accelerated.

Yan Zangfeng held Xie Qinghou up, and there was a trace of sadness in the vicissitudes of life engraved by the blade, "Master is late!"

"It's the disciple who doesn't want to live anymore, the disciple ...... The disciple became the blood son of the Blood Spirit Palace, ate human flesh, swallowed blood food, and became a monster."

Xie Qinghou vomited blood and laughed miserably, with indescribable helplessness in his eyes.

"You are not a monster, you are my disciple of Yan Zangfeng, you are the hero of the Eastern Spirit Realm, and the last immortal will of my generation of martial artists!"

Yan Zangfeng's expression was calm and sad, and he stretched out his hand to remove the blood stains on Xie Qinghou's face, and a rare smile appeared on his face.

"It's the master who is sorry for you, let you enter the Blood Spirit Palace, and bury this life!"

Yan Zangfeng's eyes were ruddy, his eyes were full of sorrow, and a firm and powerful hand also trembled at this moment.

Xie Qinghou shook his head with blood vomiting, suddenly remembered something, and grabbed Yan Zangfeng's hand tightly, with a trace of regret in his eyes: "There is a porridge shop outside Xuanyuan City, and the porridge seller is a woman. The disciple once drank three bowls of white porridge there, but he didn't pay for it!"

Yan Zangfeng's expression froze, and he said angrily: "The debt you owe, go and pay it yourself!"

Xie Qinghou chuckled sentimentally, "She's a blind girl and hasn't seen me, so be it...... It's as if she never knew Xie Qinghou!"

Yan Zangfeng was silent, just hugged the latter tightly in his arms, and his frost hair was desolate.

Wild mountains, blood-soaked jungles.

Yan Zangfeng calmly picked up Xie Qinghou, dressed in the wind and snow, and led the five decayed old men of the Drifting Snow Palace to kill the Blood Spirit Hall here......

(End of chapter)