The door of the firewood house...... It's on.

A cold wind blew in, with a whimper in the bones, and a woman's shrill laughter, like a female ghost crying.

There was a strong smell of blood wafting in the air, Luo Hong's eyes shrank, and his hairs stood on end.

Problematic!

Holding the sword in his hand suddenly, Luo Hong's white shirt fluttered, and he cautiously walked out of the firewood room.

Feet on the ground, but there is a sticky feeling.

It was crimson blood, winding like a stream.

In front of the firewood house, two horse bandits guarding the door...... He was dead, his neck was broken, his blood was still gurgling, and he was still terrified in his eyes that had lost his divine light.

What happened?!

The yin wind blew again, blowing Luo Hong's hair flying, and the white shirt on his body unconsciously raised.

It was like the sound of a female ghost's shrill laughter, as if it was lingering in circles with the wind.

Yes...... Ghosts?!

Luo Hong suddenly pulled out the long sword in his hand, holding the cold sword, which made him feel a little comforted in his heart.

"Evil?!"

Luo Hong took a deep breath and remembered what Luo Feng of Dali Temple said to him, the case of the slaughtered villages in the surrounding mountain villages of Anping County.

Evil is causing chaos, is it ...... He's met an evil one?!

Luo Hong took a deep breath, and had a bad premonition in his heart.

According to what Luo Feng said, evil cults are just man-made crimes, and they are all made by some evil cultivators, and they are all man-made, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Walking all the way out, corpses are strewn around.

The bodies of the horse bandits were all drunk and had their heads cut off.

"What about the leader of the Black Cloud Village, he is a monk of the Eighth Rank Iron Bone Realm, so he is not so easy to die...... Right?!"

Luo Hong took a deep breath and began to look around.

The ground was covered with blood, thick and bloody, and it was disgusting.

Soon, Luo Hong saw ......

In the distance, on the big chair covered with tiger skin, Di Shan's burly body sat on it, the horizontal knife was immediate, the tip of the machete was touching the ground, his head was hanging, and his body was lying together, as if he was still breathing.

And the living!

Soon, however.

Di Shan's head was slowly raised, his eyes were bloodshot, and a low roar came out of his mouth.

On his chest, the flesh was torn open, and a blood-stained hand, clutching a beating heart, pierced through.

And behind Di Shan, the voice of a female ghost crying resounded.

Strands of jet-black hair spread out like a net, emerging from the back of Di Shan's neck and wrapping around his neck......

Crunch crunch......

Burst!

Di Shan's head was strangled by hair, like a leather ball, and fell to the ground.

As the head fell, behind Di Shan, the face of a charming woman emerged.

The woman's body exuded a strong yin aura, and the corners of her mouth seemed to grin to the back of her teeth, looking at Luo Hong and laughing uncontrollably.

This smile made Luo Hong's scalp tingle.

"Hit ...... Excuse me. ”

Luo Hong said, after speaking, he planned to turn around and go back to the firewood room, feeling that the firewood room was more warm.

"Giggle~Childe...... It's late at night, but do you want the slave to serve the son to sleep together?"

The woman took out Di Shan's heart, her red lips sucked the blood on it, and she looked at Luo Hong with charming eyes, and her coquettish voice was slight.

Sleep a fart!

Luo Hong's face was a little dark.

Didn't Luo Feng, the messenger of Dali Temple, say that the horse bandit gang would not have anything to do with the evil spirits?

How did this evil thing appear in the Horse Bandits?

Luo Hong turned around and ran, he smelled death and didn't run...... It's going to die.

"Giggle~"

"Childe, don't run, the slave family is empty, lonely, and cold. ”

The ethereal laughter of a woman lingered all around, like an echo of a ghost hitting a wall.

I don't know when, the charming woman has appeared in front of Luo Hong, her clothes are revealing, and her snow-white long legs are not hidden.

If this woman wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, Luo Hong really thought it would be a pleasant encounter.

Right now......

Luo Hong felt more and more that the boy was alone and must protect himself.

"You're the one who slaughtered villages?"

Since he couldn't run away, Luo Hong took a deep breath and calmed down.

"Giggle~Childe guess~"

The charming woman walked with catsteps, approaching Luo Hong little by little, licking her lips with her tongue, and her eyes blooming with essence.

"Looks like it's you!"

There was nothing to say, Luo Hong raised his sword.

Seeing this, the charming woman immediately laughed.

"The qi of Zhengyang is like a rainbow, and the son should be a Confucian cultivator......"

The woman walked unhurriedly, the yin aura around her rolling, and there was a faint blood-red light.

"Handsome and elegant, personable, the slave family likes Confucianism the most......"

"The heart is up!"

"Kill you, take your skin, and walk in Anping County in the name of justice...... Giggles, the slave family really likes to die and send the son to the door. ”

The woman laughed, and the words fell.

Suddenly became hideous, and the blood surged, like a ghost in red.

The corners of Luo Hong's mouth were full of bitterness.

There is indeed a problem in this world!

His villain plan has gone awry again......

I finally joined the horse bandit gang, thinking that I could brush up a wave of evil, but the result was ...... The Horse Bandit Gang is gone!

However, the most important thing for Luo Hong is to survive.

This ghost woman...... It's terrible!

The woman who is like a ghost in red gives a sense of oppression that is not much different from Zhao Donghan's martial arts cultivation in the eight-grade iron bone realm, but the means are even more weird.

Obviously, this ghost woman, the creator of the evil cult, should also be an evil cultivator of the Eight Rank Realm!

Suddenly, Luo Hong thought of something.

Looking at the approaching woman, Luo Hong's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Slow!"

The charming woman glanced at Luo Hong suspiciously.

"Girl, my own people, there's a showdown, and my son is also an evil cultivator. ”

Luo Hong hurriedly said.

When the coquettish woman heard this, she couldn't help but laugh coquettishly, and the grandeur on her chest rose and fell.

With a positive yang spirit, he said that he was an evil cultivator?

Is she really big-chested and brainless?

The charming woman was too lazy to say, her snow-white beautiful legs smacked the ground, and her body turned into an afterimage.

Covered with blood, he approached Luo Hong.

Luo Hong sensed the crisis, and the sword in his hand swung violently.

Rumble!

Suddenly, Luo Hong felt that there was a sharp air flow surging in the meridians in his body, and it actually burst out along the long sword, colliding with the woman's attack.

Poof!

Luo Hong only felt as if he had been hit by a speeding car, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and the soles of his feet rubbed against the ground, sliding down to the body of Di Shan who had been decapitated.

"Sword Qi?! You're a sword cultivator!"

The shrill voice of the coquettish woman sounded, her towering chest rose and fell violently, staring at Luo Hong in horror.

Moreover, this sword qi was incomparably immense, which frightened her!

On the surface, it is a Confucian cultivator, and it is said that it is an evil cultivator, but the result is a sword cultivator!

Scold...... Man!

A man's mouth, a deceitful ghost!

"The sword cultivation of the Nine Rank Qi Sword Realm can actually possess such a vast and majestic sword qi...... However, it's just that you, who have just opened the pulse of the ninth grade, can you split a few swords?!"

The sassy woman burst out again, her body changing rapidly, and the blood shadow flickered.

Luo Hong couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw that the sword qi was useful.

It's like grasping at the last straw.

Swinging the sword violently, the sharpness in the meridians in the body condensed again.

Poof!

Sword Qi bursts out.

Under the threat of death, Luo Hong kept swinging his sword.

One sword qi after another continued to burst out.

women are almost crazy......

This is a nine-rank sword cultivator who has just opened the pulse?

It's all cut seven or eight swords, right?

Normal nine-rank sword cultivation, you have no power to cut out two or three sword qi, why can you last so long?!

However, Luo Hong, who wielded seven or eight sword qi, only felt a moment of weakness, his body was full of scars, blood was gurgling, and his appearance was miserable.

The sword qi in the meridians...... It is also depletion.

He was squeezed dry.

I can't shoot sword qi anymore.

Luo Hong's mouth was full of bitterness.

At the moment when the sword qi was exhausted, the coquettish woman appeared behind him with the bloody aura that suffocated Luo Hong.

The jet-black hair fell down and wrapped around Luo Hong's neck......

"Can't, can you?"

The woman's faint voice sounded in Luo Hong's ears.

Luo Hong's body stiffened suddenly, and death enveloped his body.

"Giggle......

"Childe, you skin, slave family...... Yes. ”

Rumble!!!

The woman shrieked, and the next moment ...... The bloody qi gushed out frantically and drilled towards Luo Hong's body.

Luo Hong thought he was going to die at first.

However, suddenly, the dantian suddenly erupted with a suction, releasing the woman's bloody qi that wanted to control his will, and constantly absorbed.

The woman senses that something is wrong!

His thoughts surged, and he felt the pure yin and evil qi in Luo Hongdan's field.

His eyes widened suddenly.

"You ......"

Luo Hong smiled with difficulty.

"I said that my son is an evil cultivator and his own person...... Why don't you believe it?"

The words fell, and Luo Hong raised his hand.

The five fingers formed a claw-like shape, aiming at the headless corpse of Di Shan, the leader of the Black Cloud Village, on his side.

Summon the Shadow of the Dead!

Undead Shadow ...... Urge.

Luo Hong turned his head, stared at Di Shan's corpse, his voice was a little hoarse, and he spoke:

"Stand up ......"