The Ancient Killing Domain was still suspended in the deepest part of the cave, exuding a magnificent and simple atmosphere, since the battle a few days ago, with the last person stepping in, the Ancient Killing Domain was closed, and the entrance to the cave that originally entered this place was also covered by a layer of gray enchantment, preventing other cultivators from entering.

In a space in the Ancient Killing Domain, cultivators who came and went were in a hurry, and one by one they were full of murderous aura and had a strong bloody aura.

"This damn place, I've been turning around for so long, and I still haven't found a good treasure, some of them are some dry bones and a few broken sword weapons. ”

"It's just that I originally thought that when I saw the overflowing breath of the pavilion outside, there would be a lot of unexpected gains, but after I came in, I found out that all this was a scam?"

"There is a killing intent everywhere in this space, and the weak-willed people have been invaded by it and become puppets of killing intent! ”

The three of them were one after the other, clenching the long sword in their hands, and they were on guard everywhere, and the corpses that fell to the ground could be seen scattered everywhere, some were broken, some were miserable, and the only thing they had in common was that their faces were as pale as snow.

At the moment when the last person turned around, the two corpses closest to them opened their scarlet eyes, and without causing any Xuan Qi fluctuations, they stood up straight.

They are all puppets controlled by killing intent, even if they die, they will not escape the doom of being controlled again, and new rounds of slaughter will occur one after another in the killing domain.

Ever since she was separated from Sikong Haoran, she had been teleported to another dimension.

Along the way, he successively encountered several people from the two hunting teams, but they all underestimated the ruthlessness and fierce sword aura of this third senior sister of the Sword Sect Cloud Shadow Peak, and their shots were crisp and neat, and they all became the souls of her sword.

Of course, there are also some cultivators who covet Qianlulu's beauty, alone, and they are such a cold and arrogant beauty, but they can't covet beauty, but they lose their lives and provoke people who shouldn't be messed with.

At this time, Qian Lulu had several sword wounds on her body, and the corners of her mouth also had a residual red, all of which were injured by the puppets controlled by the killing intent, they didn't know the pain, and they were not afraid of death.

At this time, she was hiding behind a dark large rock, and the sound of the clashing of spirit swords and the violent fluctuation of Xuan Qi could be heard in the air.

The puppets controlled by the killing intent are like ghosts, the darkness is no different from the day for them, under their scarlet eyes, as long as it is a living object, even if the heart stops beating and the breath returns to nothingness, it will be detected one by one.

"After such a long time, I don't know how Sikong Haoran is now. Qian Lulu muttered in her heart, and her face was a little worried.

At this moment, a sound of breaking the air came from the front, hitting the big stone where Qian Lulu was, and the puppet ghosts that had been far away came towards the place where she was, and a pair of phoenix eyes flashed with monstrous killing intent, flashing towards the place where the sky was broken.

This man who was separated from his companions was robbed by others, not to mention, and was also controlled by a puppet with murderous intent

The puppet ghost attacked, and it was difficult to hide, but the trace was still discovered.

Seeing a figure flashing in the distance, he casually picked up a stone and threw it over, trying to attract the puppet ghost chasing him to the sound, but what he never expected was that the figure framed by him not only did not escape, but also came in the direction where he was.

Qianlu Lufeng's eyes were full of anger, a red shirt, and a cold murderous aura appeared in front of him like a ghost, and before he could take precautions, he saw a few sword lights flashing in front of him, and then this figure also disappeared in this pitch-black space.

A crusting pain came from the joints of his hands and feet, and a terrible scream rang out in the space, and the scattered puppet ghosts exuded a pair of scarlet eyes, like ghostly fires in the darkness.

Fear spread in his heart, his hands and feet could not exert half of his strength, and there was a heart-rending pain, he moved his body, retreated little by little, and his eyes flashed with horror... There seems to be endless despair.

His resistance pale in the midst of the stormy tide of ghosts, panic, trembling, and regret fermented rapidly in his heart like a plague.

He didn't guess the beginning of the story, nor did he think of the end.

...

When Xiao Jinghong walked around the woman in the pink dress, there was a sense of horror from the cold river in his hand, and he kept trembling, as if he wanted to break free from his palm and escape.

He was always on guard, and there was more fear of the woman in front of him in his heart, and he didn't dare to stay in the slightest, before he was about to pass through the scarlet light curtain, he turned his head to look at the embarrassed Sikong Haoran, and his evil eyes bloomed with inexplicable killing intent, and the voice as thin as a mosquito came into his ears, "Enjoy it, hum...!"

Sikong Haoran roared in his heart, he couldn't wait to break free from the shackles and give this cold and evil young man a palm technique that fell from the sky, so that he knew what to say and what not to say, don't you know, even if the voice is small, can this demon girl be heard?

A few hours after Xiao Jinghong left, Sikong Haoran appeared on the other end of the scarlet light curtain, and no one knew what kind of inhuman torture he had experienced, or whether he had enjoyed the beautiful feast.

Only he knows how sour his heart is, why did this world become like this after leaving his grandfather, and what kind of people are these, sighing endlessly in his heart.

Immediately wiped on his face, his originally fair cheeks turned dark, and a two-finger-long scar appeared on his right face, and he took a deep breath and disappeared in place.

Sikong Haoran was worried about Senior Sister in his heart, the huge Ancient Killing Domain was full of crises, and since entering this space, the scarlet blood mist that filled the air began to thicken, and it was also easier to invade the mind.

"Ding... Bite... Ding!"

A sound caught Sikong Haoran's attention, he hid his breath, and appeared in a shadow not far from the fight, and through the mottled starlight, he saw a few familiarities

Xi's figure, the "Dead Wood Dragon Yin" dagger appeared in his hand, sneaking towards the place where they were.

"As long as you leave the pill in your hand, what can I do that hasn't happened?" The woman with delicate curves tightly wrapped in a plain robe spoke coldly, and the soft sword in her hand wandered in the air, and then more than a dozen hidden weapons struck at the middle-aged man with a cold face.

"Hmph... , All the things in this ancient killing domain are originally ownerless, and those who are destined to live in them. I have heard for a long time that the prince of Wenlan is ruthless, and he is superbly powerful with a secret weapon in one hand, and when he sees it today, he really deserves his reputation!" With a cold snort, the long sword in Wei Hu's hand trembled slightly, and the sound of the buzzing sword resounded in this space, and in an instant, the sword aura was like a rainbow, and I saw a sword light flashing, and all the hidden weapons that broke through the sky were swept away.

"It seems that you don't cry when you don't see the coffin. Wenlan Gongzi's eyes were gloomy, looking at Wei Hu, whose breath was a little chaotic, he stabbed out with a sword, and then several hidden weapons came out of his hand.

In the blink of an eye, Wei Hu saw several hidden weapons coming from the front, whether it was speed, strength, or angle, they were all ingenious to the extreme, making people unguardable. He didn't have the slightest carelessness, and the sword qi was intertwined into a sword net, wandering in this space.

Wen Lan Gongzi's eyes revealed a trace of fierce murderous intent, and with a light flip of his bare hand, a black smoke erupted out, only to see her five fingers into claws, and the smoke that spit out condensed into a palm in the air in an instant, and suddenly pressed towards the place where Wei Hu was.

"Bang...!"

The palm of the black smoke condensed collided with Wei Hu's long sword, making a gurgling sound, and even the sword gang he released corroded.

"Boom!" Wenlan Gongzi snorted coldly.

"Not good!"

As soon as these words were blurted out, I saw that the pitch-black palm suddenly burst open, and the black needles as small as cow's hair bloomed with a deadly light, and with the explosive power of the poisonous smoke, they shot towards Wei Hu's whole body like lightning.

On the occasion of life and death!

Wei Hu burst out with all his potential, and in a flash, the long sword in his hand bloomed with even more brilliant sword light, and the crazy and wanton sword qi happened to meet nearly a hundred black needles as thin as a cow's hair, although most of them were shattered, but there were still three black needles that penetrated the sword gang and shot at his chest.

The body moved far towards the back, dodging the black smoke, the Xuan Qi shook, the three black needles pierced in the chest detached from the body, a tingling sensation came from the chest wound, Wei Hu struck with two fingers, sealing the Xuan vein in the chest, and a trace of blood spurted out of his mouth.

However, just when Wei Hu thought he was relieved, an alarm suddenly rose in his heart, and the nerves that had not been completely relaxed suddenly tensed, and a life and death crisis frantically poured into his heart.

At the moment when he turned sideways, the soul tearing pain in his mind, and in an instant, a cold dagger pierced his heart, and then slapped his back, and the fierce sword qi rampaged through his body.

"Poof!"

"Soul attack, it's him!"

The dagger pierced through the chest, and all this happened in a flash of lightning

Suddenly, when Wei Hu was about to land, the old force had weakened, and the new force had not yet been born, the Wind Trace Cloud Shadow Body Method, coupled with the soul attack, gave a fatal blow, and then flashed backwards.

Wei Hu's body was thrown out, blood spilled out like a spring, and the originally closed Xuan veins were all destroyed under Sikong Haoran's palm, and the toxin instantly spread to the entire heart vein, and even traveled to all parts of the body.

He saw a swarthy face, and even if he deliberately disguised it, he could tell from his breath that it was the young man.

Wei Hu's body fell to the ground, and a mouthful of black blood gushed out again, looking like a madness, his frightened face was hideous and terrifying, looking at the not thin figure in the dark space in front of him, like a god of death blooming sharp fangs.

Wenlan Gongzi was also shocked by this sudden scene, Lianbu moved lightly, the soft sword in his hand was tightly held in the palm of his hand, when he saw clearly that the black shadow was a young man, combined with Wei Hu's words just now, she guessed who the figure hidden in the darkness was.

The waves are churning in his heart, this young man is so scheming, so ruthless, he hasn't seen it for a while, and the breath on his body is more restrained than before.

"I hate it!"

Wei Hu's sinister eyes were like a poisonous snake with teeth pulled out at this time, if he hadn't been injured by the puppet ghost of the Ancient Killing Domain, and was put on the sinister villain by Wenlan Gongzi, he would not have been successfully attacked by Sikong Haoran, at least he would not have suffered such a fatal injury.

His face was hideous and distorted, jet-black blood slowly overflowed from the corners of his mouth, his pupils rapidly dilated in an instant, and the breath of life was also passing rapidly, and fear grew and spread in the depths of his soul, and he suddenly knew what it meant to have a broken heart and a collapsed faith.

A hoarse, mournful voice came out of his mouth, bursting out of jet-black blood, and a hand stretched out towards the pitch-black shadow, as if to scratch through this side of darkness, as if he was unwilling, and then fell weakly, and his eyes that had not been closed looked particularly desolate.

Sikong Haoran hid in the shadows, ignoring everything in front of him, looked up in the direction of Prince Wenlan, revealed a meaningful sneer, and walked away.

(End of chapter)