More than 300 corpses lay on the ground, their bodies covered with terrible scars that reached deep to the bone, the blood had dried up, their faces were dead gray, and their eyes were still staring.

This is the picture that Xin Zhuo and Yu Chi Shuo Maru Lie saw after walking for an hour, and the scene was shocking.

"This is the one who did not understand the sword intent among the thousand warriors who entered and opened the gate of heaven, and was killed by the sword intent."

Yu Chi Shuo Maru squatted down, closed the eyes of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, and said with a wry smile: "This is a group of people who are full of hope for the future, just like the king of the county said, and climb up step by step, but how can things in the world be so easy?"

"It's not all knife intent."

Xin Zhuo squatted in front of the corpse of a woman in her thirties who still had the charm of her thirties, and saw that on her body, in addition to the scratches of the knife intent, there was also a strange scratch, which did not seem to come from the attack of the martial artist.

Yu Chi Shuomaru came over in surprise, and his eyes shrank slightly: "There are monsters here?"

"Monster ......"

Xin Zhuo got up and walked to the opposite side, in front of a mountain wall that was very different from other cliffs, but saw a line of ancient seals carved on the flat mountain wall, and barely recognized:

"Tianmen Mountain's Nineteen Realms Yin Void Cultivation Yan Kaishan is here to kill the six-turn Immortal Qingshan Fu and avenge the humiliation of his wife! Another day, the Qingshan Sect will be punished, and it will be remembered with a clear will!

Seventeen years of Dayan Jingyun! ”

Although it is only a few lines, it fully expresses the love and hatred between ancient warriors, and the cruelty of the ancient cultivator world full of fantasy.

"Seventeen years of Jingyun, Dayan?" Yu Chi Shuo Maru Lie didn't know when he stepped aside and exclaimed, "Jingyun is the second era name of Emperor Xianzong of Dayan, ...... Nine hundred and fifty years! It turned out that this mountain stream was cracked out by this Yan Kaishan monk. ”

Could it be that Aoyama Fu cracked out?

Six-turn earth immortals? Nineteen Realms of Yin Void, when will this martial arts cultivation come to an end?

Xin Zhuo stared at the handwriting again for a while, and felt that it was meaningless, and the "Xiao Ming visited here" and "Li Gang loved Zhang Lan" left in the scenic area in his previous life may have a similar effect after thousands of years.

Turning around and just about to leave, he suddenly felt a creep, as if he was being stared at by something terrible, and immediately turned his head to look, only to see a head poking out from behind the stone wall, like a pineapple cover, with a pinch of red hair on top, blood-red eyes, and sharp teeth.

It looks like a five or six-year-old child, but this strange appearance is obviously not a child.

"These hundreds of people must have been killed by this monster, go!"

Yu Chi Shuo Maru Lie also saw it, whispered a word, and was about to rush away.

However, the child was faster, teleporting in front of the two of them, unable to dodge or dodge at all.

The two of them couldn't help but feel numb on their scalps, but they saw that the "child" sniffed Xin Zhuo, and pounced on Yu Chi Shuo Maru Lie with a "whoop".

Xin Zhuo was a little confused.

Yu Chi Shuo Maru frowned slightly, waved a shadow of a mountain forest, the person had already reached ten zhang away, stepping on the shadow of the trees to the air, stretched out his hand: "Sword go!"

"Hum—"

The shadows of dozens of trees instantly turned into lifelike swords, heading straight for the "child".

The child seemed to be completely unafraid, his speed was faster, and in the blink of an eye, he shuttled through the Sword Shadow Forest to Yu Chi Shuo Marulie's chest, and the small fist punched at Yu Chi Shuo Maru's heart, rolling up dozens of zhang of sword shadows.

This strange way of playing was beyond the latter's understanding, and he couldn't care about Xin Zhuo, and he exclaimed in surprise and carried the dense shadows of the trees into the distance.

The child screamed and chased after him.

Soon, the "child" and Yu Chi Shuo Maru Lie disappeared together behind the cliffs in the distance.

Xin Zhuo looked at the terrible marks left by the fight between the two and scratched the corners of his mouth, so why didn't the "child" attack himself?

I don't know where to go, or chase after it, I suddenly became vigilant, flashed to dozens of zhang away, looked back, and saw that there were dozens of sword marks just now, densely intertwined, and the stone surface was deep.

Not far away stood a young man, with a strong and tall physique, and a handsome face, but with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

This is clearly not a monster! So aimed at himself, the master of White Crane Hill?

Little Venerable Realm! Judging from the breath, it is very mellow, and I am afraid that it has been a long time since I entered the country.

"It's a little smart, no wonder you can be the king of the West Qin County!"

The young man smiled and raised two fingers, "After you die, mention my name, the third generation disciple of Baiheqiu, Jihai!" ”

Gently hooking his fingers, fifty or sixty sword shadows with extreme fierceness and sword momentum were wrapped in the general trend of manic martial arts, as if wandering between heaven and earth, ignoring all barriers, and killing with a roar.

Xin Zhuo also had a trace of trying and fighting for his life, flicked his fingers, and the natal true treasure buzzed and swirled, flashing out, with a radius of twenty zhang and a blood-red color.

The terrifyingness of his natal true treasure is by no means something that ordinary great masters can resist.

However, Jihai's eyes were full of ridicule: "The Great Grandmaster can't match the Venerable!" Ridiculous natal treasure! ”

"Hum—"

Before Xin Zhuo's Natal True Treasure could be fully unleashed, he was surrounded by dozens of illusory mountains that were strange and indescribable in the general trend of earth, and many towering trees quickly grew in the mountains, and the branches of the trees twisted and rotated, flashing with golden light, and entangled in chaos.

This is the general trend of the martial arts world of the Venerable Realm!

The sword shadow is the technique of the extreme sea, and the earth, wood, and gold are the great momentum produced after his five elements true qi condenses the Sumeru root!

This person reverses at least the three five elements of gold, wood and earth!

Straightforward realm suppression!

And being kite-flying, it's hard for you to see where he is, but you're endlessly entangled by his general trend!

It's like the first time I met the Spirit Sword Sect, Zhao Ling was flying a kite.

It's not about your talent, it's not about your means!

Don't fight hard, even if you barely hurt the other party, your own little life will be over.

Xin Zhuo looked around, quickly analyzed where to escape, found a secret place to try to share the sacrifice spirit, and then talked about entering the realm.

But I heard the sound of the sword of "Xiu Xiu", which came from the top of my head, and when I looked up, I saw the dozens of sword shadows, stabbing straight down from above.

Venerable Realm, it is so terrifying??

In the past, I have met many Venerable Beings, but I have never really fought or seen the other person do it.

Seeing that the sword shadow above his head was about to be killed, he immediately manipulated the blood knife of the natal true treasure, cut through the branches, big trees and mountain shadows around him, dug out a "crack", and quickly drilled out.

However, as soon as he escaped from the range of the general trend of heaven and earth, his body was once again blocked by the three general trends of gold, wood and earth, and the sword shadow came behind him again.

You can't run away, you can't dodge.

Xin Zhuo had a trace of anger in his heart, and manipulated the Natal True Treasure Blood Knife, dyeing a radius of thirty zhang, and the shadow of the knife was divided into three, three or hundred, whistling back and forth, slashing indiscriminately.

The three general trends were messy in an instant, and even the group of sword shadows were a little chaotic.

Then he rushed out, ghostly and changed nine directions in a row, without stopping, and changed nine directions again......

Until a stick of incense, I don't know what the hell I have found in the hell, surrounded by three small streams intersecting together, far and near are lush mountain grasses and colorful flowers, the scenery is good.

And the master of the White Crane Hill called Jihai behind him didn't know where he was thrown in.

As soon as I breathed a sigh of relief, I heard a burst of laughter from the other side, a handsome girl, snow-white little feet in the water bath, splashing a splash, not afraid of the residual knife intent in the water.

Tilting his head to look at him: "Can't run away kid!" We've been looking for you for a long time. ”