At the time when Si Xueyi was washing the gun, the killing in the secret realm of Longling continued.

In less than a day, at least a thousand people died.

Many people were killed by demon beasts for various reasons, and many more were killed by their own clan and fell in pools of blood.

Every heavenly treasure, every demon pill, and every strange treasure will attract terrible fighting.

In a flat ground filled with gray smoke, the corpses of many sect disciples fell on it, and they had already flowed into rivers of blood and their vitality was gone.

There was a thick smell of blood in the air, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

The rest of the people all fell to their knees and shivered, their eyes showing horror, and they looked at the only young man standing in the room with pleading.

This person is none other than Mu Xuehan, the chief disciple of the Blood Sword Tower, and he is also the top 100 ruthless people on the Tianjiao list.

His sword is fast and ruthless, and his blood is abundant.

The people here were originally competing for an Ice Cloud Fruit, but they didn't want to fall from the sky and kill people when they saw them.

In the interval of breaths, more than half of them were killed by him.

The rest of the people were all frightened, knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, and no longer had the heart to fight for the treasure.

"Mu Xuehan, forgive us, we are not only willing to give you the harvest in the secret realm, but also our own storage bag."

"It's all for you, let us live!"

"Let us go, we really don't know, the famous Chief of the Blood Sword Tower is here!"

A group of people looked sad, embarrassed and pitiful.

"Tut-tut......"

Mu Xuehan grinned and said: "A group of poor ghosts, I don't even look down on this Ice Cloud Fruit, what are you on, can I look at it?" ”

"Mu Xuehan, what are you going to do?"

"You murderer!"

"Mu Xuehan, don't go too far!"

They were furious, and they stood up and accused, but they really didn't expect this Shepherd Blood Cold to be so violent.

Mu Xuehan smiled: "My sword is called the Blood Lin Sword, and you have to keep drinking blood to transform and evolve, you guys...... It's the best nourishment, die! ”

Swish!

He sneered and slammed his sword into the crowd.

The terrifying sword momentum fused with the evil qi, and the sword light made this evil qi penetrate the bones and hearts in the bloom, and it was a little weaker before the battle.

When the sword momentum was completely unfolded, more than a dozen sect disciples all felt a chill in their backs, their hearts were restless, and it was difficult for the true yuan to condense.

Kill!

Mu Xuehan's one-sided slaughter, the whole person fell into madness, and no one could stop him from the position of the sword.

Soon, it became a river of blood.

A few people wanted to turn around and run away, but before they could go far, they were pierced by the sword light.

After Mu Xuehan finished killing, he took out a handkerchief and wiped the Blood Lin Sword, his eyes were full of madness.

"What a good sword......

The Blood Lin Sword trembled incessantly, looking weird and evil.

"Hehe, it's still fast enough to kill people in the secret realm, this time it should be able to promote you to a treasure weapon."

Mu Xuehan muttered to himself, and said softly: "I don't know what the landlord is crazy about, let me obey Fang Qingyu's orders in this secret realm, wouldn't it be better to kill him?" ”

……

In a secret place, in a valley.

The White Bone Gate, who is also one of the overlords of Falling Moon City, is in a hurry, and he is also on a killing spree.

Compared to Mu Xuehan, the White Bone Demon Armor Skill he cultivated was even more evil.

On his body condensed a white bone armor, which seemed to have come out of hell, emitting blood-colored flames.

Under the same realm, almost no one can break the White Bone Demon Armor.

Boom!

Four spirit weapon swords stabbed at the same time on this demon armor, making a metallic crashing sound, but Jing Jue did not move.

Under the other party's frightened gaze, Jing Jue grinned.

Swish!

He slashed with his long knife, and the four heads flew out.

The rest of the people didn't dare to stay any longer, and with a look of extreme fear in their eyes, they fled frantically in all directions.

"Hahahaha, happy!"

Jing Jue was so happy that he didn't care about these people who escaped.

He sat cross-legged among the corpses, using his White Bone Demon Armor Skill, and a terrifying black demonic aura bloomed on his body.

Hiss!

Soon, more than a hundred corpses that had just died on the ground changed, and their remnants were removed from their bodies, and then turned into black streamers.

Rumble!

The streamer finally entered Jing Jue's body, and when he opened his eyes again, he only felt refreshed and extremely comfortable.

Jing Jue exhaled a breath of turbid air and said with a smile: "It's still a comfortable secret realm, if you are in the outside world, where can you easily kill so many sect disciples." ”

There are no rules and no moral constraints in the secret realm, and it is simply a paradise for demonic monks.

"If my strength goes one step further, I may not be able to compete with Fang Qingyu."

Jing Jue's eyes flashed, and his expression was unruly and arrogant.

Demon Dao monks are like this, if they don't have absolute strength, it is difficult to convince them and their gang.

He, like Mu Xuehan, was a little unconvinced by obeying Fang Qingyu's orders.

……

In a plain, Feng Yueyu was also in trouble.

She was stopped by a young man in blue, who looked arrogant and looked at her lightly, and wanted to invite her to go with her.

"I'm sorry, we don't know each other?"

Feng Yueyu held the sword in her left hand, her hands clasped in front of her chest, and her eyes were cold and indifferent.

"Unfamiliar?"

He looked Feng Yueyu up and down, and said with a smile: "If I'm not mistaken, we met at the Tianjiao party in Falling Moon City two years ago. I'm a disciple of the Heavenly List of the Blue Thunder Sect, so there's no reason why you shouldn't remember me. ”

Feng Yueyu's beautiful face showed a hint of abruptness, and said, "I remember, Deng Siqi, who is five hundred and eighty-three on the Tianjiao List." ”

A smug look flashed in Deng Siqi's eyes, and he corrected: "It's five hundred and eighty-one now, and it's the peak realm of the mid-stage five-star Heavenly Pill. ”

He was very complacent, and his expression became more and more arrogant.

Feng Yueyu's expression was indifferent, and there was no fluctuation.

Deng Siqi said with a smile: "I haven't seen a five-star Heavenly Pill in Cangxuan Mansion, a genius like me is not worthy of walking with you?" ”

Feng Yueyu raised her eyebrows: "Genius? It took two years to advance one place, and I am embarrassed to call myself a genius, but the word genius is really worthless. ”

Deng Siqi's face changed slightly, and he sneered: "What do you mean?" ”

"Literally."

Feng Yueyu looked directly at each other, cold as ice.

Deng Siqi's face changed instantly when he heard this, a chill flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "This is the secret realm of Longling, you are a native chicken in a ravine, and you dare to play music with me, you really think you are a golden phoenix!" ”

He was angry, even a little angry.

Cangxuan Mansion has no sense of existence in the entire East Mirror, he is a demon on the Tianjiao list, and the women in this countryside don't kneel and lick him.

even dared to set up a score for him, there are not so many rules in the secret realm of Longling.

Deng Siqi darkened his face, stepped forward, and laughed coldly: "Slut, stay under me, don't call me!" ”

But as soon as he made a move, Feng Yueyu grabbed his wrist like lightning.

"Huh?"

Deng Siqi's eyes flashed with a different color.

Before he could react, the power of the dragon phoenix on Feng Yueyu's body exploded, and with a click, his arm was directly twisted off.

Deng Siqi screamed in pain, and said incredulously: "My hand, my hand, give it back to me!" ”

Boom!

Feng Yueyu lifted her arm and swept it in the air, blasting her entire head.

Thump!

The headless body fell suddenly, Feng Yueyu glanced at her arm in disgust, and threw it away.

"Waste."

She looked unfazed, as if nothing had happened.

In comparison, Duanmuxi is in greater trouble.

She was surrounded by eight evil cultivators, all of whom were on the black list of Falling Moon City, and the famous black list evil cultivators.

The burly man led by the five-star Tiandan, and the remaining seven people were all four-star Tiandan.

The burly man said with a smile: "It is said that Feng Yueyu is the first beauty in the thirty-six mansions of Falling Moon City, and you are not bad Duanmuxi, this silver hair is really strong, how about having fun with the brothers, I guarantee that you will be happy!" ”

"Hahahaha!"

A group of evil cultivators all laughed lewdly, and their eyes were even more obscene, without the slightest concealment.

Duanmuxi is wearing a red jacket and a black skirt, this body can be described as heroic, with scattered silver hair, it is not too much to say that it is stunning.

She pinched the small black and red fan, her expression was charming and moving, her eyes were as seductive as autumn water, and she smiled and said, "I want to, it's ......."

"What's it?"

When the eight evil cultivators heard this, they were all extremely excited, and all their evil flames were hooked, and they immediately walked forward.

At this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred.

The small fan that Duanmuxi was pinching opened with a brush, and the silver hair on her waist flew up like a blade.

Poof!

As soon as the silver light dispersed, the long hair was like a knife, and the seven evil cultivators surrounding the body were cut off at the same time.

"It's just that you don't have this life!"

Duanmuxi pinched the small fan, and the smile on her charming face did not diminish at all.

The seven held their necks and watched as the blood continued to spill out, helpless in the face of the loss of life.

The burly man who was lucky enough to retreat saw this scene, and his lips trembled with fright.

He was already fast, but there was still a deep wound on his chest that could be seen to the bone, and even the internal organs were clearly visible.

Swish!

Before he could turn around and run away, Duanmuxi's waterfall-like silver hair completely spread out, and then condensed into nine long strands of hair, which were inserted into the opponent's chest like a javelin.

The silver hair grew wildly, and the burly man was directly lifted.

"Let go of me, let go of my ......"

The burly man wailed in pain.

"Isn't it cool?"

Duanmu Xi said with a smile.

The burly man was half frightened to death, crying: "Go around me, I won't dare anymore!" ”

"How dare Senior Brother? You can't! ”

Duanmuxi's smiling face was like a flower, and with a bang, nine strands of long hair pulled violently like an arm, tearing the burly man in half in the air.

Blood splattered, flesh and bones exploded.

Duanmuxi's long hair bloomed shiny, silky and silky, and it fell back.

She pinched the little fan and thought for a while, "Let's go and meet with Senior Sister first, Senior Brother should be with Xiaohongyao to find the Water Spirit Bead." ”

……

After Meizi painted into this secret realm of the Dragon Tomb, she has been wandering, strolling around as if she was in her own garden.

He had seen many natural treasures, but he only watched others scramble from a distance, and he didn't seem to be interested at all.

His expression was gentle, but his eyes were full of cold arrogance, and he was very merciful to the crowd of scrambles.

He seemed to be looking for something, and he didn't want to cause trouble, but that didn't mean it wouldn't find him.

It is almost impossible for the Longling Secret Realm to be alone.

He was stopped in a wasteland.

"Meizi painting, you've seen me, do you still have to pretend you don't know?"

A young man in white sat arrogantly on a boulder, and there were many corpses lying around the boulder, and some monks with blades stood on the corpses.

They are uniformly dressed and deeply cultivated, and they are clearly from the same force.

Mei Zihua glanced at it, this is a monk of the Purple Flame Sect.

The Purple Flame Sect is also a small overlord in the Eastern Realm, much stronger than Canglan Academy, and can be regarded as a righteous sect.

The young man in white is named Chen Zhong, and the demon who ranks three hundred on the Tianjiao list is also well-known in the east.

"Brother Chen, do you have any advice?"

Mei Zihua turned around and smiled, he had to laugh like a spring breeze, giving people a very good impression.

Chen Zhong said lightly: "It's not a big deal, I heard that you are excellent in calligraphy and painting, and you are famous in the thirty-six mansions of Falling Moon City, the scenery here is good, help Ben Gongzi make a painting, it will be called the Longling Secret Realm Chen Gongzi Evil Map." ”

Plum painting glanced at it, and the corpses on the ground were both positive and demonic, and the so-called eight poles of evil could not be beaten.

"Forget it, I'm looking for something, I'm really not available right now."

Mei Zihua smiled, and after refusing, she turned around and was about to leave.

"Who's going to let you go!"

The disciples of the Purple Flame Sect immediately reprimanded angrily, and Chen Zhong also jumped down from the boulder, and said in a cold voice: "If you want to draw, you can draw, I don't care if you are free or not!" ”

Mei Zihua turned around, her smile undiminished, and her eyes looked around.

"What are you looking at?"

Chen Zhong was slightly puzzled.

The corners of Mei Zihua's mouth curled slightly, and he smiled: "I'm looking for a suitable place to hang you up, otherwise it's really hard to draw, hey, that ancient tree is not bad, good composition." ”

Chen Zhong's face turned cold, and he said indifferently: "I don't know how to lift, kill him!" ”

Half an hour later.

The killing stopped, and a dozen corpses hung upside down from the ancient trees, with ropes tied to their feet, hanging from the branches and scattered in the wind.

Chen Zhong hung a rope around his neck and hung from the treetops, his eyes wide open, and he couldn't bat himself from death.

Ten zhang away, the plum painting has already set up an easel.

He was very dissatisfied, and finally found out where the problem was, and said with a smile: "It turns out that there are too many leaves......

Rumble!

He slapped it in the air, and the leaves of the ancient trees that supported the sky flew away, and the bare seemed to have disappeared.

"That's good, that's good."

Mei Zi finished the paint, and finally a satisfied smile appeared on her face.