The courtyard of Zhangfu was bleeding like a river, and many people in Zhangfu wanted to come out, but the three elders stood in front of the gate like a demon god descending into the world, and when they got closer, they encountered the ghostly blood;

The surviving Zhang clan people in the Zhang Mansion compound are like ants on a hot pot at this time, knowing that they will definitely die if they stay any longer, but there is no way out, and a kind of despair is quietly spreading among the Zhang clan, everyone is panicked and everyone is uneasy.

"The third elder has fallen into the devil, let's fight with him! Otherwise, there will be no way to live!" Suddenly, there was a roar like a bell in the courtyard of Zhangfu, but it was a sixth-layer disciple of Yuanjue who was lucky enough not to die and roared out when he saw the situation out of control.

Hearing this, everyone in the courtyard of Zhangfu shouted in unison, and many weapons such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, and arrows came out together, like raindrops swept towards the horse-faced elder from all corners, but the attack of these weapons stimulated the madness of the horse-faced elder, and the blood was cast more and more intensively, and the entire courtyard was over, and Yin Hong's training was like a flower, but every time it bloomed, countless weapons were broken in two or turned into pieces, and more than one flower of life withered.

After several times, there were very few people from the Zhang clan left in the compound, and the rest of the people were all desperate, many of them cried out of despair, and some people took the initiative to meet the ghostly blood in a frenzy.

A surviving white-haired old man cowered in a corner, old tears were in his eyes, and he looked up to the sky and howled sadly: "Oh my God! What did our Zhang Mansion do wrong, and we have to bear this catastrophe! Moreover, it was our own elders who destroyed the Zhang Mansion! The Zhang family was originally one of the four great families in Shanyang City, but I didn't expect that once it was destroyed, I would have to witness such a tragic thing in my old age."

A beautiful young woman looked at the ground blankly, two lines of tears slipped silently under her delicate face, a baby corpse on the ground was cut through the middle, and there was a headless male body lying on the right, for a long time, the young woman screamed bitterly: "Third Elder, you crazy man, killed my husband and son, I will fight with you!"

With that, the young woman picked up a burning stick on the ground and rushed towards the horse-faced elder like madness, but before she could rush out of the ground, a silent stream of blood flashed from the young woman's waist, and then the young woman saw her lower body staggering forward, and then lost consciousness in front of her eyes.

A ten-year-old child, kneeling on the ground beside a young woman's body and crying silently, the young woman's body is also from the right shoulder to the left hinterland in half, the child kept stroking the young woman's pale face, and shouted hoarsely: "Mother! Don't go down Hao'er first! Hao'er can't live without mother! Mom" The child's cry did not last long, a red blood ray swept through its body, its body was divided in two, and the red blood still left a deep ravine on the ground, but only a moment, the ravine was overflowing with red blood

Although the cultivators outside the walls of the Zhangfu Mansion could not witness it with their own eyes, they heard the miserable screams and painful moans of the old and weak women and children in the courtyard, and the cultivators who were accustomed to life and death not only had earthy faces, but also showed unbearable expressions in their eyes.

The massacre in the Zhangfu compound continued, the courtyard continued to dodge blood, and killed the old man in the green robe who wanted to hide in the house in the Zhangfu people, at this time I saw Zhang Fuzhong no matter strong or weak, old or young, both men and women were all miserable and wailing, and then died of despair, the old man in the green robe was crazy because of the death of his lover, and gradually turned into a kind of sadness, dazed.

The old man in the green robe hid in a corner, staring blankly at the blood flowing all over the ground, and muttered in his mouth: "Am I really right to do this? What if my sect also faces the catastrophe of annihilation one day? How can I avoid the tragedy of the sect? Why did the Zhang Mansion face such a tragic annihilation? Is it just because I introduced this demonic horse-faced elder into the compound?"

No one heard the old man in the green robe's self-talk, and no one listened to it, and the people in Zhang Fuzhong avoided him like a ghost, so who listened to his whispers? The old man in the green robe muttered a few words to himself, and then fell into deep thought, the screams outside and the killing outside were completely deaf to him, and he saw but did not see it

At this time, in the various shadowy corners of Zhang's mansion, there were still a few ninth-layer cultivators like the old man in the green robe, hiding in the corners where the blood could not shoot, observing the performance of every Zhangfu clansman in the compound with a blind eye, these powerhouses were obviously not to enjoy the slaughter performance of the horse-faced elder, nor did they come in for revenge like the old man in the green robe, but the gaze of each Zhang clansman who was about to die under the blood was very focused, and even every scream of the Zhang clansmen, the eyebrows on their faces were frowning, and the eyes were moving very carefully, and from time to time, these ninth-layer powerhouses of the Yuan Shi would murmur softly: "This person can't be saved!"

It turned out that these strong men risked their lives to sneak into Zhang's mansion in order to observe which Zhang clansman had cultivated the soul trick or not, and the purpose of the observation was naturally to immediately kidnap and force him to ask for the soul trick once he found that someone had cultivated the soul trick

An hour passes quietly, an hour may not be long, close your eyes and doze off, and then wake up half an hour has passed.

But in this half an hour, nearly 30,000 people of the Zhang clan in the courtyard of the Zhang Mansion had all died under the blood, and those few Yuan Master ninth-layer cultivators had already gone into various rooms to search for the whereabouts of the soul recipe when they saw that the people of the Zhang clan were all dead.

At this time, at the entrance of the Zhangfu compound, the horse-faced elder still roared like a beast, and the blood demon sword in his hand was still constantly stimulated, but there was no one standing in the huge Zhangfu compound, and no one could be heard screaming, only blood everywhere, only a strong smell of blood, and at this time, the blood emitted by the blood-red blood demon sword had changed from the previous size of three zhang to less than half a zhang, and the horse-faced elder's face had also become extremely pale.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the blood sword in the hand of the horse-faced elder finally stopped emitting new blood, the horse-faced elder suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then his whole body collapsed to the ground as if there were no bones, and with the spurting of that mouthful of blood, the crazy look on the horse-faced elder's face gradually faded, his eyes regained clarity, looking at the scene of the blood flowing in front of him, the horse-faced elder's eyes were round, and his face changed to an angry look again: "Who did it! Who destroyed my Zhang Mansion Manmen! What about the head of the family? Why didn't the head of the family save the people of the Zhang clan? Huh! I'm here, why don't the enemy destroy the people and not destroy me."

In the end, the horse-faced elder found that the internal qi in his whole body had been exhausted, his whole body was sore, his muscles and veins were completely injured, and he didn't even have the strength to speak, and he couldn't even speak completely, so he suddenly fell into a coma.

After another quarter of an hour, the horse-faced elder woke up and continued to mumble in an inaudible voice: "I'm here, why don't I rescue my clansmen when they encounter a great enemy? at least I can use the Blood Demon Sword to kill the enemy!"

Speaking of this, the horse-faced elder's already limp body suddenly trembled, his eyes scanned the compound, and his voice became a little louder: "Blood Demon Sword! By the way, there is not a single enemy corpse in the whole courtyard, it should be me who kills the clansmen here, it is me who used the Blood Demon Sword to become mad, it is I who killed the whole clan, it's me!"

At the end of the words, the horse-faced elder suddenly became sharp, but only halfway through his words, he stopped abruptly, never woke up again, and the last few words actually exhausted the last bit of his strength, and finally passed out forever.

No one saw that at the moment when the horse-faced elder died, the blood all over the ground flowed towards the blood demon sword like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, and the sword body that had become silver and white due to the death of the horse-faced elder was bright red again, and the red light of the sword body flickered, like a flame in the wind, full of a strange aura, at this time, the Zhangfu compound was silent, but there was an eerie aura fluttering.

Not long after, from outside the gate of Zhang's Mansion, a black-shirted thick-eyebrow cultivator walked in, about the sixth or seventh level of Yuanjue's cultivation, probing his brain all the way, obviously holding the idea of running away immediately when he saw that the situation was wrong, but after just one glance, the black-shirted cultivator stiffened, and then bowed down, "Wow!" and vomited wildly.

The black-shirted cultivator saw the mutilated corpses all over the courtyard, nearly 30,000 people, except for the fierce horse-faced elder, the rest of the people were either divided into two sections, or torn apart, all kinds of internal organs and intestines were scattered everywhere, and the entire Zhang Mansion was like a Shura dojo. Even though this black-shirted cultivator had fought with people many times in his life, and his hands were stained with a lot of blood, when he saw this scene for the first time, he still couldn't suppress his nausea and nausea, and his heart was cold.

A moment later, several cultivators of different cultivation came in from outside the door again, but everyone who came in trembled all over, shocked by the tragic Shura's hellish scene in the compound, and then bowed down and vomited wildly.

Soon, there were more and more cultivators entering the compound, and the few people who entered before also recovered from the shock and began to search the courtyard carefully.

"Hey, this sword is so colorful, it should be a good weapon!" suddenly a green-shirted cultivator exclaimed, and at this time, he was standing next to the horse-faced elder's body, and bowed down to pick up the blood demon sword that was dripping red on the ground.

These words were like a stone thrown into the lake, waking up many cultivators, and for a while, many cultivators around looked at the green-shirted cultivator, and when they saw the red blood demon sword in the green-shirted cultivator's hand, all the cultivators' eyes lit up, and they became hot.

"Boy, this kind of treasure is not something you can have in a Yuanjue Realm, give me that blood sword, otherwise you will end up like those corpses on the ground!" Suddenly, a cold voice sounded in the crowd, and then a black-shirted cultivator walked out of the crowd, this cultivator had a crooked nose and mouth, his appearance was very ugly, and a pair of triangular eyes were like cobras staring at the blood sword in the hands of the green-shirted cultivator