Tracking the Blood Demon Ancestor's demonic aura to the entrance of a hidden canyon, the pungent smell of blood emanating from the thick fog that filled the canyon. "How many people do you have to kill!" Wang Yingfeng said, covering his nose.

"One hundred thousand," the word one hundred thousand blurted out in Bai Ling's calm mouth. Wang Yingfeng, Chonglou, and Feiyu were stunned in their hearts, but Xiaolian Bailing's face did not change but frowned slightly.

"Blood Binding Soul Locking Technique" Xiaolian said, Bai Ling looked at Xiaolian and nodded. The two took the lead and walked in front, leaving Wang Yingfeng and the three of them at a loss.

The further you go inside the canyon, the smell of blood gets stronger, and the fog causes visibility to get lower and lower. Feiyu took out a golden rune lamp and raised it with his chest, letting the golden light emitted by the lamp envelop everyone.

"Golden Lotus Magic Lamp! I didn't expect the head of the family to hand over this lamp. Even a person like Bai Ling, who was not surprised, was not surprised when he saw the Golden Lotus Divine Lamp. "What is the Golden Lotus Magic Lamp?" Wang Yingfeng couldn't help but ask curiously when he saw Bai Ling's surprised expression.

"The Golden Lotus Divine Lamp was originally a spiritual mountain treasure, and it is rumored that under the protection of the golden light cover of the magic lamp, it will not go to hell or enter reincarnation, and it can avoid life and death. This lamp is a congratulatory gift from the abbot of Xuyun when the head of the family is promoted to the immortal. Listening to Bailing's explanation, and then looking at the golden lotus magic lamp in Feiyu's hand, I couldn't help but have a new understanding of Feiyu: the heir of the future head of Shushan.

In the mist, the souls drifted irregularly, and the miserable roars were endless. From time to time, one or two came towards Wang Yingfeng and everyone, and gradually more and more. But all the unjust souls stopped when they approached the golden light protected by the god's lampshade. With the cover of the magic lamp, everyone walked towards the canyon without fear.

The further you go, the more corpses there are. There are the corpses of the Blood Demon Seal disciples of the Blood Demon Ancestor on their foreheads, and there are also a group of disciples who are holding the Immortal Sword Spirit Rune. At a glance, there was a big battle between the two sides, and both sides suffered heavy casualties. Further inside, there are many corpses of disciples with the Blood Demon Seal, but there are fewer and fewer immortal sword spirit runes. In a short time, the five of them came to the gate of the two boulders, and the gate was horizontally, vertically, diagonally, and on their backs against the deceased Blood Demon Seal disciples who were blocking the door, blocking the gate tightly.

There was a sound of explosions in the door, and from time to time some lime fell on the five people on the giant door, and Wang Yingfeng kept patting his hairstyle that he thought was handsome and the lime all over his body. On the other hand, he did not forget to scold: "Who, who is so lacking in morality? Dare to stain your uncle's clothes, don't you wash the clothes." As soon as he finished speaking, a Demon Seal disciple flew out of the door and directly pressed Wang Yingfeng under him.

"Help..."Wang Yingfeng kept slapping his motionless body with his thin hands, and kept shouting: "Chonglou, come and save me." Chonglou hurriedly stepped forward and threw the disciple who was pressing on Wang Yingfeng's body ten miles away with one hand. Hurriedly helped Wang Yingfeng up: "Brother Feng, are you okay?" Wang Yingfeng looked at the front and back of his body and said, "It's okay." ”

The sound of the explosion was getting closer and closer, and with a "bang" sound, the two boulder gates exploded and shattered, and an old man in a blood robe flew out of it, holding a young girl in his hand.

"Blood Demon Ancestor put down my daughter" The voice came out, and there were a large number of sword-wielding monks chasing the old man out.