The west mountain is cloudy, the cold moon is bright, the night is dark and the wind is high, and the lonely graves are all over the ground. On the mass grave, a sword and a sickle are facing each other in the distance, and the night is silent, only the sound of the yin wind whistling past the ears.

The Wind Spirit Sword was clenched in his hand, and the killing intent in Lan Qinmu's eyes was fully revealed.

Blood Alchemy, a strange and familiar name. There are probably not many people in the world who know about this feat, and Lanqin wood is one of them. It is still dictated from the master Xuan Jing Zhenren, and the biggest feature of this skill is the blood sacrifice blade.

To practice this method, the first thing is to choose a handful of demon soldiers, water them with the blood of the living on weekdays, until the blood of the living sacrifice is exhausted, and then bury the blade into the belly of the deceased, which is called refining the soul, but in fact, absorb the resentment of the deceased when he died tragically, so as to increase the violent and murderous aura of the demon soldiers.

When facing the enemy, he used his own essence and blood to attract the violent and evil spirit in the blade for his own use, thus increasing his power. The more human blood the blade drinks, the heavier the resentment, and the stronger the power of the blood soul refining technique. Whoever practices this method will lose human nature, and subtly his mind will be seized by the demon soldiers, and he will become more and more cruel and murderous, and the cycle will never end.

Each time you kill someone, the weapon's color becomes scarlet and dull. If the giant sickle in the hand of the gray-robed man is of this color, there are hundreds of lives killed.

Since the gray-robed man performed the Blood Alchemy Technique, his breath changed greatly, and his strength and speed rose to a new level, and Lan Qinmu took all the following swords, although his steps were still a little staggering, but he was no longer the embarrassed appearance before.

With a sinister smile, the gray-robed man took out a black flag from his arms, and the word "Huang" on the flag pierced his eyes, which was exactly the same as the one Li Canglan saw under the ancient tree.

The gray-robed man didn't say much, and with a wave of the flag in his hand, he saw the demon light flashing, and the tombless tombs everywhere shook, and he actually crawled out of the white bones of the forest, and one by one he opened his teeth and danced his claws, and rushed straight to the blue qinmu.

Lan Qinmu was calm, the wind spirit sword in his hand was clear, and a few dry bones that rushed up first turned into powder, scattered to the ground, and there were patches of maggots crawling on the broken bones, which was extremely disgusting.

Although the power of the skeleton is mediocre, it is better than in this wilderness, there are many dry bones on the mass graves, and in less than a moment, it has formed an army of hundreds of white bones.

It would be easy to simply deal with these white bones, but the gray-robed man disappeared in this army of white bones in a roundabout way, waiting for the opportunity to move, as if he saw the right time, and wanted to give himself a ruthless blow to vent the hatred in his heart.

Lan Qinmu was dealing with the white bones of Sen Ran, and on the other hand, he had to beware of the villain's sneak attack, so his movements naturally slowed down. Looking at the short white bones that turned into fly ash all over the ground, I thought that they were also relatives of poor families before their deaths, so they would be hastily buried in this mass grave.

I was afraid that I had a lot of hardships in my life, but I didn't expect that after death, even the simplest way to enter the earth for peace would be harassed. As soon as Lan Qinmu thought of this, he felt a nameless fire in his heart. I don't want to be useless with the bones of these poor people.

Immediately, the tip of the sword pointed at the sky, the wind spirit sword in his hand was clear and bright, and the fifth skill of Kunlun Xuandao Jue was frantically urging, Lan Qinmu closed his eyes lightly, and his sleeve robe was windless, and a terrifying coercion spread around him until it enveloped the entire mountain.

The white bones on the mass grave seemed to be imprisoned by invisible chains, and they couldn't move. I saw Lan Qinmu suddenly open his eyes, and the clear light in his eyes was great, and the invisible wind blade fell from the sky, sweeping the entire mountain in an instant.

The army of white bones, which was out of sight a moment ago, turned into flying ashes in an instant, drifting into the distance with the drumming mountain wind. The dense wind blade did not stop, cutting straight towards the gray-robed man who had nowhere to hide.

The situation in front of him was not right, and the wind blade came extremely fast, the pain in the gray-robed man's eyes flashed, and he immediately made a decision, the giant sickle in his hand wiped his fingertips, and the five fingers of his left hand were all cut off, and the blood gushed like a spring, spraying on the sickle.

Hearing only a "bang", the red barrier born by the giant scythe was shredded by the invading wind blades, and the gray-robed man flew out upside down, blood spurting wildly from his mouth, obviously suffering extremely serious internal injuries.

This trick "Wind Blade Sky Attack" was actually obtained by chance during Lan Qinmu's journey with his daughter in the mountains and rivers in the past few months, but he didn't expect that supplemented by his current cultivation in the Dan Realm, it was so powerful. It was a one-hit defeat.

On the other hand, the gray-robed man was already extremely embarrassed, not to mention the huge wound on his chest for the time being, even the severed finger on his left hand, which was still bleeding. The huge dark red scythe in his hand was also covered with dense cracks.

The gray-robed man stood up with difficulty supporting the sickle in his hand, blood gushing out of his mouth, although his face was covered by a silk scarf, but his face must be extremely pale at this moment.

Looking at the bare left hand and the scythe full of cracks, the gray-robed man's triangular eyes revealed unparalleled resentment.

"The surname Lan is ruthless! If you don't take revenge, I swear that I will not be a man! One day, I will definitely make you taste the pain of these ten fingers and hearts!" After speaking, a large mouthful of blood gushed out of the gray-robed man's mouth, and his voice was hoarse and almost crazy.

I saw that he used all his strength, kicked hard under his feet, and a bottomless tunnel suddenly appeared on the dark ground, and the gray-robed man jumped down and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Lan Qinmu was about to catch up, only to see the black flag that had fallen to the ground before, and it was on fire. The ashes scattered by the previous skeleton were pulled by the flames, and in a blink of an eye, the entire mass grave was ignited, blocking the road to the intersection of the underground road, and a towering karmic fire burned on the hill.

Ordinary flames are also helpless to the blue piano wood, but in the ashes scattered by those skeletons, there seems to be some highly toxic powder, burning, and with layers of toxic miasma, Rao is the blue piano wood cultivation is like this, if it is rashly inhaled, it is also extremely dangerous.

Looking at the bones that have not yet burned, the moonlight is shining, and when you look closely, there is a faint dark blue color.

"Rotten bones and corpses scattered!?" Lan Qinmu couldn't help but exclaim.

The reason why Lan Qinmu was so surprised was because the refining of this rotten bone refining corpse was extremely cruel, and the essence blood of the living person was drained, and then the secret poison was poured into it, and it was buried for 7749 days, and when the corpse decomposed, the toxin would attach to the bones of the deceased, and the ignition would produce a highly toxic miasma.

Looking at the graves all over the mountains, Lan Qinmu unconsciously felt a chill down his spine.

Thinking of the gray-robed man calling his surname when he left, as if he knew who he was, an aura of conspiracy unconsciously enveloped his heart.

deliberately fiddling with the murder weapon in the inn to attract his attention, and then introducing himself to this mass grave, supplemented by a pre-set mechanism to strangle himself, the weight of the scheming and the danger of the means can be seen.

Thinking about it, Lan Qinmu always felt that something seemed wrong about this.

Since the other party knows where he comes from, if he wants to strangle himself, even if he is assisted by poison, it is not enough for the gray-robed man alone, but he ......

At this moment, the sound of the cannon battle lit in Kaiyuan Town came from afar, and the town seemed to have released the largest lantern, full of brilliance.

Lan Qinmu saw the black Huangzi flag above the lantern from afar, and his heart was cold, and he finally figured it out.

What a vicious move to divert the tiger from the mountain!