The fear of Yuen Long's disappearance made the Sword Spirit Sect disciples uneasy.

Li Yanhui silently stood at the end of the team to liven up the atmosphere, "Let's go, little heroes." ”

Yesterday enlightenment, Li Yanhui benefited a lot, he didn't have the confidence to beat the monster hidden in the shadows.

As the strongest of his disciples, he naturally took on the heavy responsibility of protecting his fellow disciples.

"Sword Spirit Sect disciple Demon Killer Guardian Dao, hum!"

"I... I'm not afraid of monsters!"

"Follow the five elders and don't fall behind. ”

Rong Hui walked to the coffin shop according to the guidance of the wooden sword.

The soul-attracting banner flutters in the wind.

The white prayer flags fluttered with teeth and claws, occasionally crossing Rong Hui's face, and the cold paper was slippery and cold.

The door of the coffin shop is open, and there are several mouthfuls of open coffins inside, and there is a golden boy and girl with paper tied next to it, and her miserable white face and bloody mouth are particularly eye-catching.

"Whew!"

The wind swept up the ground, blowing paper money flying all over the sky.

A bone-chilling chill crawled from the ground to Rong Hui's knees.

"Zheng!"

The wooden swords of the disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect all let out a clanging sound, and the aura of sharp gold exploded.

The golden wooden sword was as dazzling as a golden crow.

The ghost that climbed up to everyone's calf let out a terrible scream, scrambling to flee.

Rong Hui looked around quietly.

The fog on the street is getting thicker and thicker, and it is difficult for people to see each other's faces face to face.

The yin wind blew, and a cold and hoarse voice pierced through the thick fog, causing the timid disciple to scream.

"Hahahaha, thirty fresh blood animals have been sent to the door, this seat can feast on it!"

Rong Hui summoned out the wooden sword and said awe-inspiringly: "Where is the little demon, report your name." ”

"Little demon, you say I'm a little demon?!" the man roared bitterly, "The little qi refining waste actually flaunted his might in front of this seat, I killed you to sacrifice the flag!"

As soon as the words fell, hundreds of ghosts suddenly appeared in the thick fog.

The ghost shadow opened its bloody mouth, and Qi Qi rushed towards Rong Hui's body.

Rong Hui's wooden sword was horizontal, and the qi of sharp gold turned into a thousand sword qi and swept through thousands of armies.

Before the yin soul touched the corner of Rong Hui's clothes, it was shattered by the golden mang, and dissipated in the thick fog.

"The paper man in the coffin shop is alive, everyone be careful. ”

The thick fog couldn't hide Rong Hui's sight, and she was dual-minded.

First hit the sword light protection formation to deal with the disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect of the paper people.

Then look for the person who created the ghost fog.

Rong Hui's eyes closed, and when he opened his eyes again, his voice was as cold as frost, "I'm looking for you." ”

"Hehe, you want to find me whimsical!"

The gray shadow flashed in the mist, it looked at Rong Hui, and said gloomily: "This seat hates you most for disturbing my cultivation waste, disturbing my cultivators to die!"

The little Qi Refining Waste had no one in his eyes, and he was extremely arrogant in front of it, the Jindan Monk.

Ignorant!

"Disturb me to train the soldiers, die. ”

Rong Hui's voice was calm, so calm that it didn't mean to tremble, like greeting an old friend.

These words fell on the ears of the Jindan monk opposite her, like a cold sigh of death.

"You... When did you show up!"

There was a hint of fear in the man's blood-red eyes, and the hand holding the scimitar was bruised, and his heart was so tense that it almost jumped out of his chest.

Rong Hui tilted his head and thought, "When you are powerful." ”

The man turned his scimitar and said abruptly: "It is impossible to discover this seat during the Qi refining period!"

It's he who underestimates the enemy!

Rong Hui was too lazy to talk nonsense, condensed his aura on the wooden sword, and his body was like lightning and rushed straight to the vital point of the man.

The wooden sword and the scimitar collided together, and a wave of qi was waved, and the roofs on both sides collapsed, rolling up monstrous dust.

The man's chest ached, and in order for him to react, the sharp golden wooden sword pierced through his dantian, spun strangely in the air, and landed on his neck.

"Poof. ”

Red blood spurted onto the wall a foot away.

The blood meandered downward, converging into a river of blood in the corner of the wall.

Rong Hui kicked the corpse onto the bluestone slab and immediately fell to the ground.

She looked at the empty corpse in the dantian, and realized that the person had no golden pill at all.

"Ho ho ho!"

The strange scream suddenly sounded in Rong Hui's ears, and she grabbed the soul that was trying to escape with her backhand, and pinned it to the wall with four sword qi, "I ask you to answer, this seat will make you die happily." ”

"I'm a righteous path cultivator!"

Rong Hui hooked his fingers, and the sword qi suddenly soared, and the evil qi of the sharp gold qi squeezed into the meridians of the soul, turning into a pair of giant hands to devour its brain.

"Pain, pain, pain!"

The pain of dissolving souls makes it unbearable.

The black soul twisted into all sorts of hideous shapes on the wall, piercing the sky with a terrible roar.

Rong Hui said coldly: "How many people have you killed, who is the master, what kind of cultivation he is, and what is the magic weapon above the Jin Dan cultivation." ”

Rong Hui frowned, "Don't say it?"

"Say, I say!" It couldn't bear the severe pain of melting souls, and begged for mercy: "I have killed a total of three hundred and five people, and the demon of Snake Zhenjun who has lost his conscience is also worthy of being the master of Lao Tzu?

When the man finished speaking, his spirit exploded and died.

It is not a Jindan monk, and the power of self-detonation is not more than Erer.

Rong Hui used his sword to break through the fog.

When the fog cleared, a piece of debris landed at her feet.

Look at which pseudo-Jindan monk the clothes belong to.

"Sun Huan, Jizhou Kongtong faction. ”

A flash of light popped out from Rong Hui's fingertips, and the clothes were incinerated clean.

has entered the demon path, why bother to save the teacher's information.

——

Rong Hui finished solving Sun Huan here.

Li Yan went back to them and burned the paper figure to the ground.

Several disciples had colored faces and minor injuries.

Li Yanhui kicked away the paper figure that was in the way, "Fifth Elder, there is a hole in the back of the coffin shop. ”

The coffin shop is built against the mountain, and behind the entrance of the cave is a towering peak.

As Rong Hui approached the entrance of the cave, she sensed a powerful push pushing her out.

But Li Yanhui and others have no such induction.

Rong Hui pressed the cultivation until the Qi refining period before entering safely.

This cave is obviously frequented by people, and the slippery mountain walls are flanked by night pearls, and the light is not strong, and you can barely see the road clearly.

Rong Hui walked in the front, and Li Yan returned to the back.

The further inside, the more depressed the crowd became.

The air was foul-smelling, and the strong smell made them snot with tears and snot on their faces.

A disciple pinched his nose and retched, "Nag, it stinks, what a smell." ”

Rong Hui stopped, she looked at the corpses hanging all over the cave, and a terrifying killing intent erupted between her eyebrows, "The smell of corpses." ”

The disciples were focused on the road ahead, and they could not see the corpses on the mountain wall.

Except for Li Yanhui.

He hated himself for having good eyesight.

The entire cave is the size of an ethereal peak.

The walls were covered with tens of thousands of dried corpses.

The cave was damp, and many of the corpses had been eroded.

Large and small carrion fell and covered the entire mountain road.

"Gross. Li Yanhui held on to the stone pillar and spit out sour water.

More than fear, what made him angry was the monsters who killed these people, and lost their conscience.

He had a cramp in his stomach and vomited.

After spitting out for a while, Li Yan looked back at Rong Hui and found that she was gone!

At the same time, a deafening explosion suddenly sounded in the cave, and a great earthquake trembled.

The corpses hanging on the mountain wall rained down ...