With the collapse of the grotto, the Soul Eater Demon Cave that spanned hundreds of miles was shaking violently, and the Soul Eater Demon Infant seemed to have been frightened in some way, frantically killing people from all major forces.

Lonely Soul, Twenty-Four Bridges, Zhang Xiaotang, Sword Demon Di Qiu, Lian Juetian, Wu Song, and people from other forces fled like birds and beasts, looking at the collapsed grotto, all with different expressions, and even unbelievable.

The grotto has existed for many years, and such a strange thing has never happened, until Sikong Haoran used the ninth sword tablet to smash a gap, and finally fell into the unknown space, and finally ushered in its death.

Blood spurted from the broken part of Lian Juetian's left arm, and the internal organs in his body were destroyed and tortured under the fierce sword qi, and a mouthful of blood poured out from between his lips and teeth, and his eyes looked hideously at the figure shrouded in black clothes, and his pupils shrunk to the size of a needle.

The soul power of the lonely soul probed the ruins that spanned more than three hundred zhang, and after extending a hundred meters, it could not advance any further, and it seemed to be repelled by a mysterious force, and the sword slashed on the boulder, leaving only a few scratches, which made him unbelievable.

In the end, Sikong Haoran said the words and strange appearances, which made the lonely soul feel inexplicable. He is the master's reverse scale, and he is also the lifeblood of killing the emperor, and now he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, and when such a thing happens under his nose, he is anxious for a while. He was blaming himself for not making a move earlier, and Yingkong's killing intent was disturbing the gloomy storm of the Soul Eater Demon Cave.

The lonely soul held the dagger in his hand, and walked towards Lian Juetian step by step, every step rolled up a killing frenzy, every step seemed to have a fierce soldier roaring in the void, every step seemed to be slow, but in fact, the end of the world was at hand, and just when he was about to end Lian Juetian's life, Wu Song appeared in front of him.

"Bang!"

The palms slapped together in the air, and the two quickly threw them backwards.

As soon as the lone soul landed, it quickly catapulted back, his figure, his breath, everything he had disappeared without a trace.

Wu Song's eyes sank suddenly, and the power of the Sword Saint swept across a radius of five miles, everything was hidden under the rules of his heaven and earth, but he did not perceive the breath of the lonely soul. At this moment, a faint fluctuation appeared behind Lian Juetian.

Wu Song's figure disappeared in place, the rules of heaven and earth restrained this black shadow, and then a sword pierced it, however, there was no picture of blood splattering and mourning, this black shadow quickly turned its head, and its indifferent eyes revealed endless mockery.

"Ahh

Phantom, as soon as the two words sounded in his heart, the soul ocean sent out a death alarm, and it was too late to fight back, so he could only deviate from the key point at the moment of life and death, and a dagger pierced his spine, followed by a terrible scream piercing the sky.

Wu Song retreated quickly, but the lonely soul followed him like a shadow of impermanence, the dagger that locked on the back of his heart, and every second made him fall into the ghost realm.

"Poof!"

The lonely soul slapped his back with a palm in the air, Wu Song felt as if thousands of sword qi were tearing at his flesh and soul, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood from the sky, and then smashed to the ground like a meteorite, and then pulled out a blood mark more than ten zhang long on the gray ground.

"Use the secret method to ascend to the primary realm of the Sword Master, and the waste is still the waste!" The figure of the lonely soul gradually condensed, as if walking out of the darkness.

It turned out that his purpose from the beginning was not Lian Jietian, but himself.

The unpredictable body method perfectly concealed the aura, and a name appeared in Wu Song's mind, a name that made him frightened: "You are a lonely soul!"

When he finished saying these four words, as if he had thought of something, he wanted to flee quickly, but he saw a dagger piercing through his throat, blood pouring into his throat, and he spit out two words indistinctly: "Wild... Ghosts!"

No one has ever seen the true face of a wild ghost, he is like a ghost in the night, no... He is the night, he is the ghost, he is the shadow of the lonely soul.

A soul phantom quickly escaped from Wu Song's head into the void, leaving no cruel words, and fled like a lost dog. If he hadn't forcibly improved his realm, the consumption of Xuan Qi and Soul would have been huge, and he would not have been wiped out by the lonely soul and wild ghosts, at least it would not have been so miserable.

The wild ghost took the Sumeru ring from the palm of his hand and gave it to the lonely soul.

The surviving people of the Demon Sect and the Zongheng killers, under the slaughter of the two, drank Meng Po soup one by one and walked across the Nai He Bridge.

Lian Jietian's pale face was distorted, and he wanted to flee quickly, but there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring directly into his pupils in the night.

"Boom!"

His eyes were cloudy, the ocean of souls seemed to have millions of bees buzzing, and his soul seemed to be shattered into thousands of pieces, turning into fierce demons, weeping in tens of billions of cells throughout his body.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of reverse blood shattered the void, and the power he had just gathered collapsed in an instant, and when he was about to fall to the ground, the cold and piercing edge made his rolling throat spasm.

Twenty-four Bridges, Zhang Xiaotang, Sword Demon Di Qiu, and the people of other forces looked at everything that had just happened in horror one by one, they would never have thought that the two half-step Sword Saint supreme powerhouses of the Demon Sect Wu Song and Lian Juetian would have no power to fight back under the two black shadows, and they would kill them like slaughtering dogs!

"Stop!" An eager voice just sounded from a distance, and Wutong and Qingqiu appeared in front of the frightened Lian Juetian.

"Wild ghost, I told you to let him go!" Wutong's voice was cold, his eyes were hideous, and he looked at the wild ghost coldly.

The lonely soul nodded, and the wild ghost disappeared into the gray sky as if it had never appeared.

"Where's Sikong Haoran?" asked Wutong, turning around.

From the moment they appeared here, Wutong and Qingqiu quickly looked for Sikong Haoran's figure, his breath, his soul, all disappeared completely, only the collapsed grotto was shocking.

"He... Fell into a mysterious space," the lonely soul said in a cold voice, turning his head to look at the collapsed grotto: "The entrance of the cave has been blocked by a boulder, and there is a mysterious force inside that blocks the exploration!"

Wutong and Qingqiu quickly came to the collapsed grotto, wanting to remove the boulder and smash the boulder, but just like before the lonely soul, they could only leave hideous sword marks on it: "How can this be... How so... Stinky boy, you come out for me... You come out for me!"

Tears rolled down her eyes like beads of broken thread, and the shadow butterfly in her hand kept knocking out, but only a few pieces of dust and debris were splattered from the boulder.

"Lonely Soul, this is how you protect Sikong Haoran, what is the number one killer under the Night Ace, you are a waste material," Wutong quickly came to the side of Lonely Soul, and roared hoarsely: "Do you think he will rob you of the position of the sixth hall master, and want to borrow the hands of others to get rid of this hidden danger, answer me!"

"Killing the emperor will not spare you, if Sikong Haoran dies, you will wait for the burial. You'd better pray he's alive, or else... Even if I kill the emperor and spare you, I will let you pay for your life!"

No one has ever dared to shout so unscrupulously and insult him in front of many people. The people around her were silent, and they didn't dare to take a breath in the atmosphere, for fear of angering her and causing death.

The lonely soul looked at Wutong coldly, except for the slight change in his eyes when he heard the killing of the emperor, there was no other emotional fluctuation.

If Sikong Haoran dies, he will not be able to escape the blame, even if he is not to blame for killing the emperor, he will not be able to pass his own level, but he believes that Sikong Haoran will not die like this, because he is the person chosen by the ancient killing domain, and he is the heir of the killing emperor!

Wutong's indifferent eyes swept from the Twenty-Four Bridges, Zhang Xiaotang, Xiaowen, Yuwei, and a strange black shadow, and finally stayed on the body of the Sword Demon Di Qiu, Sen Han said: "You had better pray that he is still alive, otherwise, the sect and family you belong to will be wiped out from the Hengduan Continent!"

After saying the last word, he didn't look at them even a glance, and the shadow butterfly in his hand ejected, passing through Lian Juetian's right chest, and returned to Wutong's hand again without any bloodstains.

"Poof!"

He wanted to dodge, but found that his body couldn't move at all, and three cold breaths locked onto the square inch of space he was. He felt that the blood, veins, and internal organs of his whole body were actually boiling hot and burning, and a mouthful of black blood overflowed from between his lips and teeth.

"Poisoned!"

His eyebrows suddenly froze, and the little Xuan Qi left in his body suppressed this toxin, preventing its spread and invasion, slowly raised his head, staring at the three of Wutong with hideous pupils, and said frantically: "The dark night has always been cutting grass and eradicating the roots, you... Kill me if you kind!"

"Hehe!" Wutong smiled contemptuously, slowly moved forward, and looked down condescendingly: "Whoever he wants to kill in the dark night, he will definitely not live, and whoever he wants to live in the dark night, it will be difficult for him to die!"

Slowly squatting down, looking at Lian Juetian, Sen Han said: "This poison is called Yama Heavenly Burial, you won't be poisoned to death so soon, because I want you to die in pain in helplessness, despair, fright, and unwillingness, and let you watch the people around you die in front of you one by one!"

At this moment, Wutong showed what the real blood brake poison dill is!

Twenty-four Bridges, Zhang Xiaotang, and Sword Demon Di Qiu's eyes were colorful, and the previous warnings echoed in their ears, the sect masters and elders of the three sects and the four factions, with supreme status and power, were actually threatened by a little girl in person, although their faces did not show it, but their hearts were full of monstrous killing intent.

However, Dark Night does have this qualification, and they have to be afraid! They have to be afraid! Even if it is rumored that the Four Hells of Dark Night have been severely injured, the name of the No. 1 Killer Organization in the Hengduan Continent is enough to make them fearful.

"You..."

Even the killing intent is boiling, his family is his taboo, it is his reverse scale, and those who dare to offend are all in different places, but... Everything was reversed at this moment, which made it difficult for him to accept it for a while. Thinking that he is a half-step Sword Saint supreme powerhouse, in Gusu Jiyuan City, he is a figure who covers the sky with one hand, and whoever sees him is not always smiling and leaning over and flattering.

"Poof!"

The Xuan Qi is disordered, the anger attacks the heart, and a mouthful of reverse blood spurts the void.

Wutong shot an elixir into his mouth, recovering the little Xuan Qi that was left in the Peerless Heaven, and looked at the lonely soul and said indifferently: "I want him to return to Extreme Abyss City safely!"

Seeing no movement from the lonely soul, a figure flashed in the gray void, sealing the Xuan veins of Lian Juetian's body, and then disappeared at the end of his sight.

The lonely soul pointed at the sky, and a formation was instantly formed, covering the collapsed grotto with a snap of his fingers, and then completely disappeared, and in his sight, there was only a gloom. Then he glanced at Twenty-Four Bridges, Zhang Xiaotang, and Sword Demon Di Qiu, as if to warn, as if to remind, and when the figure was about to fade, he glanced at the unfamiliar black shadow.

"He is the chosen person of the Ancient Killing Domain, and he will not die just like this," Qingqiu came to Wutong's side, looked at the collapsed grotto hidden in the formation, and said in a low voice: "The Vertical and Horizontal Killer Organization is very close to this place, they will appear soon, we must leave as soon as possible." ”

"Stinky boy, you must live, I'll be waiting for you outside!" Wutong pursed his red lips, his eyes were hazy, and he shouted loudly in his heart, turning around three times in one step, and disappeared into the Soul Eater Demon Cave.

Twenty-four Bridges, Zhang Xiaotang, Sword Demon Di Qiu, and people from other forces left one after another.

An unfamiliar black shadow slowly walked out, looking at the void in front of him, and the figure gradually dissipated.