Just when Dao Ming and Ghost Fang were about to join forces to leave a color of autumn, a burst of scarlet blood suddenly floated in the sky under the scorching sun, dyeing the white clouds in the sky inexplicably bloody, exuding a strong smell of death.

"The red tent, the cold spring, the fragrant mist is thin, and the bronze finch shadow is gone. Looking at the crystal bottle from the side, the butterfly clothes stay in the Dan, and you can cross the Yang Pass. And the tutu burned out, full of smoke and warmth, and the painting screen shone on the clothes. A poem that exuded a faint melancholy faintly swayed in the hearts of everyone, staining them with a faint sorrow at this time, like a stalk in the throat.

At this moment, a monstrous blood-colored figure slowly walked towards everyone from far to near, and where it passed, a vague blood-red curtain hung down from the void, and the red curtain rippled like a light veil floating in the wind, to welcome this most murderous existence from ancient times to the present.

The person who came was dressed in a blood-red silk robe, wearing a big red eunuch hat, holding a scarlet long sword, and was born with a drop of blood and tears at the end of his right eye. Maybe he was too charming, or maybe he was infected by the emotion just now, everyone immediately quieted down, stayed in place in a daze, watched him walk towards him step by step, and forgot to get out of the way.

However, the figure in the red Luo robe didn't have any intention of stopping at all, and still walked slowly in the direction of the blue-eyed demon venerable step by step, the crowd was still crowded, but it was forced by the blood-colored figure to open a bloody path to the destination.

People don't know why they didn't dodge, they only know that where the blood-red figure passed, the red curtains hanging down from the void automatically opened the way for him, no matter who it was, once it was touched, it was like being cut by the ignorance of the silk thread in an instant, and it immediately turned into a cloud of blood mist, and he didn't know why he died, or he didn't know how he died.

Enchanting with ruthless killing, scarlet hidden inexplicable death, this is the Yin Hong Luo Tent Palace, this is the most murderous existence from ancient times to the present, as a disciple specially cultivated by the great master of the 'cloud deep unknown' Gu Ling Yan, the most proud masterpiece in this life, a work of art carved by himself, he comprehended the mystery of the cave at the age of less than twenty-three, and achieved the peerless innate of the three flowers gathering the top five qi dynasty.

The meaning of no queen is that there is no one to come, this is the great master's expectation for the palace without queen, but his heart and mind are unprecedented, because he has only one wish in this life, that is, to surpass his master, and then kill him!

For his childhood, he was accompanied only by the sword, and there was a sister named Firefly, she was an important memory of his childhood, and now the only warmth left of his cold and murderous heart, but in the end, his master even the only warmth left in his heart was easily deprived, he was the most proud work in his life, and he did not allow others to be contaminated, he said that his heart was not cold enough, not heavy enough, because only ruthlessness can be invincible!

Gong Wuhou hated 'Yun Shen didn't know where to go', hated Gu Ling's passing smoke, from the place where he left Sister Ying'er and fell, his heart began to become completely cold! Now he has no ability to kill his closest master to the celestials, so he has to continue to hide his murderous heart buried under hatred, and he also understands that if he wants to go further, he can only continue to hone himself, and from then on, killing has become his only polishing stone.

The peerless congenitals who have been killed in a row on the rivers and lakes recently died under his sword, and he didn't feel any fear of the first killing, because his heart was cold enough!

The successive killings made the sword in his hand stronger, and also made his heart colder, and his steps widened because of it.

Joining the Thirteen Swords of the Heavenly Burial was not his original intention, it was the result of the transaction between the Great Grandmaster Gu Ling's Death Smoke and the Sword Crown, and now, he liked this result very much, because if he stayed here, he would have a steady stream of masters for him to kill. The first master to die in his hands was originally one of the thirteen swords of the Heavenly Burial, and it was Jun Tiansheng, the 'half-step hook sickle' who ranked 99th on the celebrity list, because if he wanted to join the Burial Knife Society, which was already full, he had to kill one of them to take his place.

On that day, his sword was dyed scarlet, and it never faded away, and that day, his heart began to be gradually dyed red, full of killing intent! Until one day, Guangguang was peerless, and there were five of those who died in his hands, and there were countless of them below, and the sword crown of the Burial Knife Society asked him, if you want to kill a difficult person in a few days, whether you will go or not, he agreed without thinking about it, because he needed more blood to dye his sword redder!

He didn't know why he was born with a love for blood, and his master told him that it was because the bloody tears in the corners of your eyes were a drop of blood accidentally shed by Nuwa Niangniang, who was born to kill. So today he came and brought his sword, the scarlet blood-colored long sword, he didn't know who the blue-eyed demon venerable was, but he knew that everything on the scene could be killed except for the sword crown and the other two who were also in the thirteen swords of the heavenly burial!

When his light steps stepped into the crowd of people in the rivers and lakes, the killing had already quietly rolled up, and their blood was not enough to make him draw his sword, but he had already suffered countless casualties!

The blood mist in the sky immediately spread, dyeing the red curtains hanging down from the void even redder, and the screams at this time were endless, but his face did not change at all, like stepping on a group of eye-catching ants, and he would not take a second look at it, because in his eyes, only opponents who were stronger than him were qualified to let him look sideways!

"Yin Hong Luo Tent Palace has no queen~!" Looking at the blood-colored figure, he gradually walked towards his side, at this time, the ghost Fang Chiming couldn't help but reach out and touch his chest, the shame left by the sword of the person in front of him, it was a killing for no reason, or for a ranking, or just to dye his sword redder.

"Why are you here too?!" asked hatefully, and then looked at him vigilantly with a calm face, in the eyes of Ghost Fang's red life, maybe the threat of Gong Wuhou was even worse than that of Yi Seqiu, because his sword only represented killing!

"Hmph, hum, hum~!" A burst of sinister laughter suddenly rose, and the arrival of Gong Wuhou relieved Yishiqiu's urgent need, and his heart was now extremely happy, because the balance of victory was on his side.

"Killing is scented, and at the moment when the blood splatters out, there is a fascinating aroma escaping, making you forget to kill, and even indulge in the red blood, killing has become the most beautiful enjoyment in the world!" Answering the question of the ghost Fang's red life lightly, the group of people in the rivers and lakes who had no time to escape continued to die, gradually spreading the stage for his upcoming killing feast.

"What a pervert~!" Hearing Gong Wuhou's answer, even the always calm knife unconsciously had goosebumps all over his body, this pervert who killed for the sake of killing made him feel cold!

"Ah~!"

"Run away~!"

"The Killer Demon King is here~!"

"Help~!"

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It was only at this time that the group of people in the rivers and lakes who were confused came to their senses, and one by one they cried and shouted and fled to the surroundings, and no one still had any intention of staying to see the excitement, because the 'Yin Hong Luo Tent' palace came without him, he was the only god of death in this world, only for death, and the place where he appeared was the purgatory with rivers of blood.

"Do you agree with you leaving?!" As soon as the words fell, they immediately saw the red tent hanging down from above the void, and they didn't even leave a stop for them, because they were not qualified to let him stop, except for those peerless innates, even those hands were invincible. The Ghost Shadow Demon Hand' Yan was also injured immediately, and was dodging and fleeing in embarrassment, but in just a few breaths, the group of people from the rivers and lakes who came to congratulate this time were less than one layer left, and even most of the survivors were already painted! The group of disciples and disciples of the Blue-Eyed Demon Venerable were also fortunate to have the protection of the knife, and they survived.

When the Yin Red Luo tent fell from the void, the body of the knife immediately rose a silver-white sword curtain, and where the Yin Red and Silver Bai intersected, the void was so excited that it exploded, as if something had been melted.

"Huh?!" The knife's actions immediately attracted the attention of Empress Miya, and two ruthless eyes skimmed towards him faintly