"Grandpa, second grandpa!!"

Suddenly, a sharp voice suddenly resounded with a look of astonishment, stunnedness, and disbelief, echoing all around, and a figure came out of the crowd and walked out, he was Mo Fan.

Mo Fan stared at one of the group of people who suddenly emerged from the pool of blood and shouted.

"It's Mo Yuntian, it's Mo Yuntian's senior. Behind them, the disciples of the Refining Sect exclaimed in surprise, their eyes widened, as if they had seen a picture that was impossible to see in the world.

"Didn't Senior Mo Yuntian die a hundred years ago, how could he suddenly appear here?"

"yes, I remember that too. And I was in the Sect Master Hall, and I also saw the posthumous paintings of Mo Yuntian's predecessors. But what's going on, it's obviously not dead?" a group of disciples were shocked, discussing there.

And Su Hao and Lin Hao glanced at each other, and they both saw the doubts in each other's eyes.

But soon, in the midst of the nine sealed doors, the voice of Guan Shu also suddenly sounded, just like Mo Fan, staring at one of the figures with disbelief. The crowd followed his gaze.

From a distance, I saw a thin young man standing in the pool of blood.

The young man was dressed in a green shirt, with black hair, and carrying a spirit sword, just like many years ago, he was peerless, his body was very cold, everything was so familiar, so...

"Senior Brother Qingjian, it's Senior Brother Qingjian!" Mo Qing looked at that figure, his body trembled slightly, and his proud face was full of shock at the moment.

"What's wrong with you?" Su Hao asked with a frown.

Mo Qing smiled bitterly and said, "Senior Brother Qingjian, when I first entered the sect, I was already a core disciple-like existence. At that time, I was just condensing on the first floor. And they just happened to enter the Dead Lake Festival, which was the last Dead Lake Festival. ”

"Senior Brother Qingjian, he is good at using swords, and he is extremely talented with a sword in one hand, and he is called the most talented sword cultivator by the sect master. It was the entire Nine Sealed Doors, and it was a rare genius at that time. It only took him a year to go up the mountain, and he hit the cultivation of the peak of condensation. Even if he wanted to, he could step into the foundation at any time. ”

Speaking of this, Mo Qing smiled bitterly, compared to Qingjian, he was much weaker.

After adjusting slightly, he continued to speak: "Senior Brother Keqingjian, in order to be able to help the Nine Seals Sect obtain resources and suppress his own cultivation, he entered the land of trials. Just like we are now. As soon as he stepped in, his cultivation broke through and reached the second realm of foundation building. ”

"He was the most powerful and well-deserved genius of his time. But later, he died in battle, and was killed by a fierce beast dozens of times fiercer, and when he died, his sword was broken, and there were thousands of sword holes in his body. Died fighting to save his fellow disciples. ”

But now, he appeared. And there is no scar at all. ”

As soon as Mo Qing's words fell, Su Hao's heart rang out, glanced at Lin Hao, and looked around again. They were amazed to find that many people in the blood pool also saw these figures rushing out of the blood pool at this time.

Almost every one of them has their own sect of knowledge, and it seems that they are all predecessors many years ago.

Belong to their sect!

Conclusions can be drawn from four weeks. came up with a common denominator that made them all frightening. At this time, almost every person who appeared in the pool of blood was a person who had been dead for many years, but now he appeared alive in front of them.

This is undoubtedly a thrilling thing.

The sudden appearance of people who were already dead made their hearts furious. looked at these 'seniors' of the previous sects with a chill.

"Sure enough, there is a problem!" Su Hao sneered, did not speak, but observed carefully.

He had to figure everything out before he could act.

But soon, the expression on his face froze, because he found that his vision changed in an instant, becoming so blood-red, and there were screams one after another in his ears.

The seniors of those 'various sects' started a fire and went towards their own sects.

Their aura is extremely strong, like titans, rampage, very terrifying, almost no one can stop them. The so-called foundation building is as simple as tofu and cabbage in front of them

It's no match for a punch or even a sword!

And during their exercise, Su Hao found that when he moved, his eyes were blood-red, and he hadn't even turned his eyes, but showed a dead gray color, but this dead gray color made the monks have no power to fight back.

Even Wang Feng was the same, a monk with a knife appeared in front of him.

It can be seen from the monk's costume that he also belongs to the One Sword Sect. But in the face of such a young sect master, Wang Feng, his expression did not change in the slightest.

"Uncle Shi, it's me, I'm Feng'er!" Wang Feng hurriedly explained as he retreated, his body spurting blood.

But the monk didn't bird him at all, but raised his hand directly, and slashed it out again. The knife was very fast, and there was no mercy on the part of his subordinates, once this knife fell, even Wang Feng's head would have to move.

This completely frightened him.

And such a scene is being staged everywhere, which makes Su Hao's scalp tingle. Soon, his body shook, and he suddenly came to his senses, stared deeply at the blood pool, and hurriedly shouted at everyone: "Retreat, retreat, retreat, withdraw from the ruins!"

The sudden change made everyone panic, but one after another screams echoed, and the sight of blood in the sky made his scalp tingle.

At this moment, he finally knew where that trace of uneasiness came from, which was the depths of this Senluo Tower.

"Su Hao, what the hell is going on?" Mo Fan was puzzled and hurriedly asked.

"Don't ask so much, if you don't want to die, run quickly, run as far as you can, don't go back. He shouted loudly, and the anxiety he had never felt before was fully manifested at this moment.

On the blood pool, the blood is extremely bloody, and many monks fall into the blood pool, which is even more demonic.

Many of them were caught by the figures rushing out of the blood pool, and then they were cut in half, and their bodies were thrown in the blood pool in search of the next target.

It's all a killing.

Bang bang bang!!

One figure after another resisted, but the effect of resistance was minimal, and most of them died tragically together. Those who came out of the pool of blood and suspected to be the ancestors of the sect didn't care about death at all, they were expressionless!!

This is not a resurrected ancestor of the sect at all, but a puppet of killing!

Su Hao's mind turned quickly, and he understood everything in an instant, this was a plot at all, a huge conspiracy. His complexion changed slightly, but he gritted his teeth and rushed out.

This ruin is not to be compared with the name.

"After absorbing so much of my natal essence, do you think you escaped?" A cold voice suddenly came out from the claws of the blood pool, and his words were like a cold wind, and in an instant, everyone seemed to stop moving.

"Don!"

The voice made a sound and fell into the ears of Su Hao and Lin Hao, but it exploded like earth-shattering thunder.

"It's him!" (To be continued.) )