Qingshan Mansion City, Tianlong Dart Bureau.

The air was filled with thick blood, and the wind blew and dispersed, scattered and rising.

More than two dozen corpses lay across the courtyard, blood pouring out of the corpses. The corpses were men and women, guards, dart masters, maids, and female dependents......

Long Xing was also lying in the courtyard, his eyes widening and full of horror.

Zhang Long is also there, as well as Liu San, and ...... These people are also dead, their pupils dilated, and their faces are frightened and terrifying.

Above the courtyard stood an old man with gray hair and a rickety body, who seemed to be dying, standing quietly in the sky, as if he was thinking about something.

If you don't see his hideous and terrifying expression, I'm afraid everyone will think that he is immortal.

"Lin Xiuwen, Lin Xiuwen, kill my beloved son, I want you to die!" Feng Yiqing muttered.

It is extremely difficult for monks to give birth, like Feng Yiqing, it is estimated that he was born in the past one or two hundred years, and he cannot be said to have children in old age, but he should be said to have children in his twilight years.

The longevity of the Zhuji monk is 300, the life span of Jindan Zhenren is 500, and the life span of the Yuanying monk is 2,000. Like Feng Yiqing's two thousand, it is obviously close to two thousand.

Feng Yiqing waved his hand to collapse the Tianlong Dart Bureau and flew south.

......

The night covered the heavens and the earth, with heavy rain, lightning and thunder.

In the woods, Lin Xiuwen stopped his breath and waited quietly.

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and a man and a sword were approaching rapidly.

"Boom", lightning exploded in the sky, reflecting the man's stunned face.

Lin Xiuwen made a move, he cast the spirit control technique with his left hand, grabbed at the man, and his body jumped out, and the brilliant sword light flashed, leaving a corpse with a frightened face.

With such a character, Lin Xiuwen doesn't know how many he has killed.

With a cold expression, he put away the other party's storage bag, jumped forward, and disappeared into the night again.

Several waves of monks passed by one after another, their faces changed slightly, they checked the situation of the deceased, groped the body of the deceased, and continued to move forward, but more cautiously.

A long time later, a gray-haired old man passed by, and he carefully examined the body of the deceased.

"In the early days of Jindan, one blow will kill, and it is a ferocious killing method...... It's a pity that you killed my Feng Yiqing's son and provoked me. Feng Yiqing's expression was cold.

Before the words fell, he flew in one direction, which was the direction in which Lin Xiuwen disappeared.

A moment later, a figure walked out again, he looked solemnly at the direction where Feng Yiqing was flying, a cold light flashed on his face, jumped in the opposite direction, and soon disappeared into the night again.

Cangyun Mountain, the land of the feudal family.

The night was dark, the lights were on, and a dark shadow crept in.

In a room, a man and a woman were doing something embarrassing, and the next moment, their eyes widened, Lin Xiuwen walked out, glanced at it with a little interest, and a sword light flashed...... A page fell, and it read: Murderer, Lin Xiuwen!

An old man in this room was meditating, "who", suddenly he shouted, and the next moment, his eyes widened, and a blood mark suddenly appeared on his neck, and he fell into a pool of blood with a snap, and a piece of paper slowly fell.

A middle-aged man sat cross-legged, holding a jade slip in his hand, and the next moment, the sword light flashed, and the jade slip in his hand disappeared, with a blood mark on his neck, and he sat there with his head down. A line of bloody writing was left on the wall.

In one room, a middle-aged woman's eyes widened, she fell in a pool of blood, sighed faintly, and on the table, a piece of rice paper lay quietly.

This is a middle-aged man in black, lying quietly on the ground, his expression is full of hideousness and extreme fear, as if he has just experienced the greatest fear in the world.

This is an old man, he is reprimanding a child, and the next moment, the child is staring at the old man's neck, and warm blood sprays on his face.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you, woo~" Only a cry came out.

Sighing secretly, Lin Xiuwen left in a hurry.

......

A few days after the departure of the waiting seal, Lin Xiuwen's body appeared in the forest again.

"If you want to kill me, you have to pay!" he muttered.

He leaped into the darkness and disappeared again.

Darkness was his good weapon, and it was as if he had returned to Nirvana Island.

Tonight is destined to be a river of blood!

A Tsukiji Monk's Edgeworth flew by, and suddenly, an invisible hand slapped it down. In the next moment, a brilliant sword light flashed, and the Zhuji monk fell into the jungle with a hideous face and prominent eyes......

As the two monks talked, one of them suddenly changed his countenance, and the other thrust a dagger down his throat.

A Jindan real person walked in the forest, suddenly, a light shook his eyes, a light flowed, Jin Dan real person fell to the ground, between the carotid arteries, blood like an infusion.

The two Zhuji monks walked through the mountains and forests while talking and laughing, and the invisible big hands in the sky clapped down, the laughter was no longer there, and a faint bloody qi emanated from the two blurred balls of flesh and blood, lingering in the forest.

A group of Jindan monks found a thousand-year-old ginseng plant, brothers turned against each other, husband and wife became enemies, and the fierce competition was carried out in the forest, and for a time blood was sprinkled in the sky, and blood was all over the sky.

The smell of fear permeated the night, and the people of the woods were terrified.

Thick blood swirled in the forest, mixed in the early morning mist, and under the sunlight of birth, the morning glow was like blood.