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These people were originally the six major forces, and they all belonged to the human race, but now they have to kill each other in order to survive in the end.

Some ruthless people naturally don't have any scruples. And some people who are lucky want to be opportunistic and try some ways to escape from this place.

However, in the end, it was just a bamboo basket to draw water, and the formation arranged by the Infant Transformation Realm monk was not something they could break.

Although many Terrans are scattered, there will always be a time to meet with each other as time goes by.

At this time, somewhere, when a young man from the Gongsun family met with a monk from the Immortal Transformation Sect, they looked at each other vigilantly.

Both of them are ninth-order cultivators, and their strength can be said to be equal.

"This Taoist friend is born from the same root, why is he too anxious to fry each other, I don't want to make a move on you, and I hope that Taoist friends don't have other thoughts."

I saw that the young man of the Gongsun family had a straight expression and spoke.

"That's good, that's exactly what I mean."

And the Immortal Transformation Sect monk nodded, as if he agreed.

So they went their separate ways.

However, when the Immortal Transformation Sect monk had just turned around, he only heard "Poof! "A bang.

Looking down, a short blade had pierced through his chest.

"You ......"

He turned suddenly, his eyes full of horror and incredulity.

However, the young man of the Gongsun family waved his hand into the distance, and the short blade flew back upside down and fell into the palm of his hand.

I saw a trace of ruthlessness flash in his eyes, and said:

"People do not destroy the heavens and the earth for their own sake, and they are offended."

To be kind to others is to be cruel to oneself. People who can be sent by the palace gate or family to attack the blood clan can be said to have some scheming.

And those few who are not deeply involved in the world, or who are soft-hearted, will be the first to die.

This is just a small scene that happened in a radius of thousands of miles.

More warbands are in a one-sided stance.

Because of the land of thousands of miles, among which the foundation building stage cultivators are the absolute top existences, as soon as they encounter those people in the Qi refining stage, they will launch a crazy slaughter.

Even in the face of their own power, many people will also kill people.

……

Somewhere in the northwest of the Land of Thousand Miles, a young man dressed in green clothes with a scar on the left side of his face controlled a strange-shaped jet-black shuttle.

The two ends of the flying shuttle were pointy, and a faint cold light shone on it from time to time, interspersed back and forth, and in the blink of an eye, the seven or eight Terran cultivators who had cultivated at the eighth order of qi refining, or even the ninth order, all pierced through them.

At this point, I saw that he suddenly opened his mouth, and the shuttle turned into an afterimage, which was swallowed by him.

"Plop ......"

At this time, the seven or eight figures fell to the ground.

……

And somewhere in the east, a young man dressed in a blue robe, about sixteen or seventeen years old, leaned on a silver needle as thin as a hair, and could always take every monk he met by surprise.

Suddenly, a small bead of blood could be seen appearing on his forehead, and at the same time, the pierced person's eyes were dilated, and there was no sound.

……

Somewhere in the central region, there was also a woman in a yellow robe, this woman had dark skin and an ordinary face. Although he is only in his twenties, his whole body exudes a mana fluctuation of the Great Perfection of the Foundation Building Period, and such a qualification is really against the sky.

Above her head, a yellow talisman rose and fell, making a "bang" sound.

Whenever he bumped into some Terran monks, the talisman suddenly shot out like a living thing.

After a flash of yellow light, no matter what kind of magic weapon or magic the Terran monks used to resist, it was useless.

I saw that a raging fire burned on their bodies, and their bodies turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

……

Although the bloody scenes are constantly staged.

But there are still many people who don't want to do this, and they want to avoid the foundation building monks, or save their strength. In the end, there is a greater hope of survival.

Seeing this scene, the black-robed figure in mid-air looked down at the blood curtain under his feet, and the next moment he reached out and grabbed it, and several coagulated blood balls the size of pigeon eggs suddenly appeared in his palms.

"Woo Woo ......"

I saw that he bent his fingers and catapulted one after another, fusing more than ten blackened blood balls into the blood mist under him.

As soon as these pigeon-egg-sized clumps of blood came into contact, they melted and scattered into all parts of the land of thousands of miles.

"Whew!"

After many Terran monks just took a slight sip, they suddenly felt their blood surging, and the killing intent in their hearts suddenly increased, and they became thirsty for killing.

At this time, Dongfang Mo was still sitting in place, standing still. His divine sense had already been explored, enveloping a radius of nine thousand zhang.

After a while, I saw him suddenly open his eyes and look ahead.

After only four or five breaths, he saw a Sword Valley monk with a seven-foot sword on his back in the direction he was looking.

This person was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and his cultivation was enough to reach the peak of the ninth order, and he saw Dongfang Mo and Nangong Yurou at a glance.

Because Dongfang Mo and the others deliberately converged the mana fluctuations on their bodies, they did not show the slightest aura of the foundation building period, so this person could not see the depth of their cultivation.

Seeing this, a wisp of murderous intent erupted in his eyes, and at the same time, he stretched out his right hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, and suddenly pointed at the top of his head.

"Whew......"

Suddenly, the long sword behind his back rose into the sky, and with a flick of his fingers, the seven-foot long sword circled around the top of his head, and then turned into a white light, shooting towards the Dongfang ink in the distance.

A hint of fierceness flashed in Dongfang Mo's eyes, he didn't know the movements of the black-robed figure in mid-air.

He could only feel that as time went by, the urge to kill in his heart became stronger and stronger. Although he can still control himself at present, if he continues like this, he does not dare to guarantee whether he will be able to calm down in the end.

Seeing the flying sword shoot at him, less than three feet away from him.

He suddenly raised his arm, spread his five fingers, and grabbed towards the front.

In the shocked eyes of the Sword Valley Cultivator, the flying sword was three inches away from his palm, as if it was blocked by an invisible force, and it was fixed in mid-air, unable to move.

The three-foot long sword trembled all over, and it kept spinning, trying to break through the restraints and pierce his palm directly.

However, the anode forging technique of Dongfang Mo Xiaocheng's realm, the repulsive power that erupted in the physical body, how could a Qi refining stage cultivator break it.

I saw that the Sword Valley monk was shocked, and immediately reacted. His fingers kept pinching, the horse squatted, the mana was frantically agitated, injected into the two fingers of his right hand, and pointed away fiercely in front again.

"Groan!"

The flying sword let out a loud sword sound, its own power increased greatly, and there was a faint sound of air explosion at the tip of the sword, and it swirled and strangled in front again.

Feeling a huge force coming from the flying sword, Dongfang Mo's expression did not change in the slightest, and the next moment he saw his body shook.

"Buzz!"

A concussive force slammed down his arm and forward.

"Click, click!"

After a few crisp sounds, I saw that the flying sword suddenly cracked inch by inch, broke into several pieces and fell to the ground, and its own spiritual light dissipated, like a few pieces of mortal iron.

"Poof!"

In the distance, the Sword Valley disciple opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of hot blood, and when he looked up at Dongfang Mo, his eyes were already full of shock. Needless to say, this person was definitely a foundation building period monk, and it was not something he could deal with at all.

At this time, he turned around without hesitation and fled into the distance.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo stretched out his hand and grabbed it at his waist, and the next moment he heard a sound of insects.

I saw a black wind, which rushed towards the Sword Valley monk at an extremely fast speed, enveloping him in the blink of an eye.

"Ahh

The terrible scream lasted only a few breaths, and the Sword Valley Monk fell to the ground, his body being devoured by the Bone Devouring Silkworm at a visible speed.

"Whew!"

Dongfang Mo closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When I opened my eyes again, the murderous intent in my eyes was already intense.

Feeling the increased blood flow in his body and the irrepressible excitement, he stood up abruptly.

He had already changed his previous decision to wait for the rabbit.

I saw him put his hand on his chin somewhere.

"Shhhh Bang.

He tore off a human skin mask, revealing his otherwise ordinary face.

Turning his head to look at Nangong Yurou, his slender eyes narrowed, and he said:

"Since you are trapped here, why hide your face, Xiaodao is going to kill."

When the last sentence fell, Dongfang Mo felt his blood boiling, excited, and a faint expectation.

Nangong Yurou has long been provoked to kill, but she is not like Dongfang Mo, she can control herself.

After hearing what Dongfang Mo said, he pondered for a moment, and then also reached out and tore off the mask on his cheek, revealing a delicate face.

"Let's go!"

Suddenly, Dongfang Mo walked forward with his hands behind his back.

After passing by the place where the Sword Valley disciple had been devoured before, he sucked in his palm and put away his storage bag.

"Buzz!"

The bone-eating silkworm soared into the sky and hovered above its head.

Follow Dongfang Mo's footsteps and float forward.

Not long after, the two of them met another human monk, looking at the costumes, it should be a person from the Immortal Transformation Sect, but this person's cultivation is enough to build a foundation.

When he saw Dongfang Mo and the others appear here, this person's eyes first erupted with fierce murderous intent. But when he felt that there were fluctuations in the cultivation of the two of them, which were not weaker than him, their expressions changed, and they were about to flee into the distance.

"Humph!"

Dongfang Mo snorted coldly, he could clearly see the killing intent in this person's eyes before, if the cultivation of the two of them was low, I am afraid that he would not have turned around and left.

Since he has the intention to kill, he must be prepared to be killed.

"Buzz!"

I heard the bone-devouring silkworm hum from the sky, turning into a black wind and rolling forward, enveloping the monk in a moment.

Suddenly, a heart-rending scream came, although he had enough cultivation in the foundation building period, as long as he let these bone-eating silkworms get close, he didn't have any strength to resist.

In the blink of an eye, all that was left was an empty shirt.

After picking up his storage bag, Dongfang Mo continued to walk forward.

Along the way, he will never be merciful when he encounters someone who can't open his eyes and takes the initiative to take action, or who has a murderous intent in his eyes. And it doesn't take his own hand at all, the Bone Eater Silkworm will eat those people.

However, if there is the kind of person who has a hesitation in his eyes, turns around and leaves, and does not want to make direct contact with him, he will also maintain the last trace of sanity in his heart, and will not kill the killer.

It is still the principle that people do not offend me, and I do not offend others.

Just when Dongfang Mo and Nangong Yurou had traveled more than ten miles, they had already killed five or six people along the way.

Suddenly, a domineering divine consciousness swept from the front, sweeping back and forth on him.

The next moment, he felt a flower in front of him, a tall figure dressed in black, blocking three feet in front of him.

The moment he saw this person's face, Dongfang Mo's expression flew, and then a trace of cold murderous intent flashed.

"It's really a narrow road."