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Standing quietly at the top of the roof, looking around, there was still scarlet air and light, and the ghostly ghost fire that was looming in the distance, and the silence around was terrifying.

Over time, a strange thing was born.

I don't know why, an inexplicable irritability suddenly rose in Ding Hao's heart, and the killing intent was steaming.

"What's going on? I've never had this situation before. ”

Ding Hao ran the ice and snow Xuan Qi, meditated, and dispelled distracting thoughts, which made him a little better.

But after a while, that kind of irritability actually appeared in Ding Hao's heart again, making him suddenly become extremely bloodthirsty, and he couldn't help but have the urge to draw his sword and rush down to the inn to kill him.

"How so?"

Ding Hao is sure that it shouldn't just be his own problem.

Because soon, the sound of fighting came from inside the inn.

By the time Ding Hao rushed over, a battle had ended, and a loose cultivator was dead on the spot, killed by his most trusted companion, and just because of a few words of quarrel, the two sides fought and caused a tragedy.

"Why is this happening? I never thought of killing him, he's my best friend...... But...... I didn't seem to be able to control myself just now...... What the hell is going on?"

The murderer's hands were stained with blood, and he knelt tremblingly in a pool of blood on the ground, looking terrified, not like a disguise.

Before everyone could say anything, they heard him suddenly cry like crazy, grabbed the blood sword on the ground, and inserted his backhand into his chest without hesitation, spurting blood from his mouth, and actually committed suicide directly.

This scene stunned everyone.

An atmosphere of terror spread uncontrollably in everyone's hearts.

Because it's so abnormal.

Moreover, everyone felt a kind of restlessness that was becoming more and more difficult to suppress, wanting to draw their swords and killing, wanting to see blood, wanting to hear screams and wails, and a touch of blood gradually spread from everyone's eyes......

"Where's the corpse? Why is the corpse gone?" a scream of surprise spurred everyone's eardrums.

Only then did everyone realize that the corpse of the first dead Sanxiu just now suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if it had melted into the air, and only the weapons and clothes were left on the ground.

Ding Hao's pupils shrank.

This was exactly the same as the scene before when the more than ten Starfall Sect disciples died and lived, and the corpses disappeared silently.

Moreover, this time it was even more bizarre, it turned out to be surrounded by so many people, and disappeared mysteriously.

"Look, this corpse is melting......"

Someone suddenly pointed to the body of the suicide, and everyone looked at it intently, only feeling creepy.

It turned out that there was a trace of vine-like crimson light on the bluestone ground, which quietly diffused over the corpse, and then the skin, flesh and bones of the deceased, like melting thin ice, penetrated into the cracks in the bluestone ground bit by bit, and in just the blink of an eye, only clothes and weapons remained.

Along with the two corpses, there was also the blood that had previously flowed on the ground.

Everyone only felt a bone-chilling cold rising from the tail vertebrae to the Heavenly Spirit Gai, this scene was too weird and terrifying, the ground seemed to be a bloodthirsty demon beast, silently devouring the body and blood of the deceased, as well as the crimson glow......

"Hahaha, lowly ants, please me with your lowly life and sweet blood!"

The eerie, tyrannical and terrifying voice before began to resurface in everyone's minds at this moment.

This eerie ghost is definitely not as simple as it seems, it seems to deliberately provoke people to kill each other, sucking the power of corpses and blood, this situation reminds everyone of the legendary blood sacrifice, relying on the flesh and blood of the dead, to achieve a certain condition, to achieve a certain evil force.

That's when --

"Truly!"

A sinister laugh like a night owl, eerie and terrifying, came from outside.

"Who?" Ding Hao was the first to react, his body moved, and he drifted out like a wisp of green smoke.

The others reacted one after another, and they all rushed out of the gate like arrows from the string.

......

Ding Hao had just rushed out of the door of the inn, and was greeted by a red flame, with a compelling scorching heat, mercilessly strangled like a giant python.

"Who is pretending to be a ghost, get out of here!" Ding Hao didn't dodge it, and punched out.

In the roar of the strong wind, his fist came out halfway, and the right fist and right arm of the whole person were already covered with crystal-like silver ice crystals, and the fine ice chips spread out like an ice storm, and when his fist was completely blasted out, a pillar of light composed of silver fine ice crystals, the front end formed a transparent fist shape, and burst out.

Bang!

Red flames splashed, and ice chips fluttered.

There was a mess all around.

On the opposite roof, in the scarlet shimmer, a slender figure stood proudly.

He was dressed in a snow-white robe, without wind, his blood was as long as a burning flame, and like a swimming piece of blood, and he wore a bronze grimace mask on his face, as if he was smiling but not laughing, as if crying but not crying, with an indescribable weirdness, standing quietly, like a terrible ghost wandering in the dark.

At the same time, everyone else in the inn had already rushed out.

"Who are you?" Ding Hao was surrounded by silver ice crystal snowflakes, urging the ice and snow to be aura.

He didn't dare to be careless, just one move just now, let Ding Hao know that the person in front of him was definitely a fierce opponent.

"You, who is Ding Hao?" a voice that seemed to float out of the crack in the ground, coming from under the bronze grimace mask, adding a bit of eerie fear.

"I am. Ding Hao slowly approached forward.

"Boom...... Then I'm the one who killed you!"

The voice did not fall.

The bronze ghost-faced mask figure flickered, and instantly arrived in front of Ding Hao's body like lightning.

He struck it lightly, and his entire palm was shrouded in red flames, and the scorching void was scorching.

Ding Hao's face remained unchanged, and he also slapped a palm.

This palm attracted the power of Xuanshuang, and the palm was covered with brilliant ice crystals, and the silver-white ice qi was swirling, with a piercing chill.

Bang!

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