The black-robed man stared at Lan Qinmu, who was dressed in coarse linen clothes in front of him, his expression changed greatly, and his low and violent voice rarely revealed a little panic: "You are not dead?!"

Lan Qinmu heard the person in front of him ask such a question, and he made a judgment in his heart. They found out about their whereabouts somewheres, and had already set a trap here, waited for the rabbit, and planned an ambush for a long time, but unfortunately underestimated their strength.

The fox blood and strange sawdust all over the ground, Lan Qinmu naturally noticed it, looking at the villagers who were scuffling all over the ground, losing their minds, like beasts, Lan Qinmu couldn't help but be frightened, is this their long-planned conspiracy?

Legend has it that all the factions of the Demon Sect a hundred years ago had their own demagogic and breathtaking methods, but with the collapse of the Divine Consciousness Gate that was at the beginning of the time, the Demon Sect disappeared, and these evil methods were also lost, but I didn't expect that after this hundred years, they reappeared in the world.

Lan Qinmu thought a lot in his heart, but his face was silent, and he gently comforted his daughter who was crying and gradually stopped, Lan Qinmu slowly turned his head and faced the black-robed man in front of him, his eyes were cold.

There was still a bit of disdain in his voice: "Just with that indiscriminate bone formation, you also want my Lanqin Mu's life, you look down on the Kunlun Qionghua faction, right?"

The black-robed man was speechless for a while, looking at the gray and black body of Lan Qinmu, as if there were traces of fire, he suddenly remembered something, and his tone was urgent: "Yin Scythe actually burned the Holy Flag! What did you do to him?"

"He cut off all the five fingers of his left hand, and ignited this mountain full of fire, do you still need to ask what will happen?" Lan Qinmu listened to his words, revealing a little anxious and worried, knowing that the Yin Scythe he encountered earlier was afraid that he had something to do with him, so he deliberately provoked him.

Hearing that Yin Scythe cut off the five fingers of his left hand, the black-robed man already believed most of Lan Qinmu's words. Because this self-chopping finger is one of the life-saving secret methods of blood soul alchemy.

Each finger can greatly improve one's self-cultivation in a short period of time. It's just that although this method is powerful, the cost is too great, and it will not be used easily unless it is a last resort.

If you cut five fingers, it must have encountered an extremely dangerous, desperate situation, this blue qin wood cultivation is unfathomable, standing here unharmed at the moment, Yin sickle is afraid that it is really auspicious.

The black-robed man was sad in his heart, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and howl, his mouth let out a sad roar like a beast, and two lines of muddy blood and tears flowed from his red eyes.

The scythe was his brother, an orphan abandoned in an unnamed town, who had not seen his parents for as long as he could remember.

Because of his appearance, he was extremely ugly, and he was called a demon and scolded by the people in the town since he was a child, and he was helpless, even begging on the street. had to compete with the wild dogs at the head of the village for food and struggled to survive.

It seemed that he was about to starve to death in that cold winter, until his brother suddenly brought back a bloody and thin human leg one night. The two brothers, who were already extremely hungry and had no wood and firewood, ate the human leg bloodily without thinking......

Since you've been called a demon, it shouldn't matter what you do, right?

Later, they joined the sect called the Sorrowful Banner together, and practiced the blood alchemy evil skill taught by the leader who had never seen the true face.

The bloody human leg was given by the chief, and he also gave them a firewood knife and a sickle, and gave them good names, the elder brother Yin sickle, and the younger brother Youchai. They soon killed everyone in the nameless village, including the blind grandmother, who had been the only one who had helped them.

Just kill people like this, practice, kill, practice. Soon, they became known as the "Yin Scythe and Hidden Firewood" in the sect by virtue of their ruthlessness.

How can the curse of heaven escape after falling into the evil way? For countless moonlit nights, the evil force that has been devoured by the evil power has eroded the muscles and veins, and the bones have been painful, and several people can bear the increasingly deformed minions and skin cursed by the blood of resentment.

Youchai never regretted it, not because he felt that he was born to be like this. It's just that he knows that no matter how rough and dangerous the road ahead is, at least he will have his brother by his side, but now, ......

The dark red blade of the firewood knife flashed, scarlet all over the place, but it was Youchai's own blood that flowed. All ten fingers were cut off and fell to the ground one after another, and the picture was extremely bloody.

He actually wanted to give up his life to avenge his brother?

The aura around Youchai's body skyrocketed, the muscles of his limbs swelled, and the black veil on his face was shattered by the powerful cyclone, revealing an ugly face covered with pimples and dark red cracks. The eyeballs bulged, as if they were going to fall out of their sockets in the next second. The fangs grew wildly, and in an instant, the entire jaw was pierced.

The face was full of pain, and the evil qi surged and stopped, and the firewood could not move even a step. Sen Ran's bone spurs came out from all over his body, and black blood flowed down, and the smell was unpleasant. Before Youchai could let out a cry of pain in his throat, his entire body had exploded open, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

This body, because it couldn't withstand the ever-expanding evil qi, exploded on its own.

Even though Lan Qinmu has a lot of knowledge, he has never encountered such a horrific thing. Not to mention Li Lan and the others, they had already been frightened on the spot.

The people all over the land fought together, and their minds were lost, and no one noticed the terrifying picture like the Shura field here.

Without the enemy's obstruction, the immediate priority is to rescue the villagers who have lost their souls everywhere. Lanqin wood stunned the two young men who were fighting together in the air, and called their body veins.

Although the breathing is disordered, the pulse is still normal, and after passing this period of irritability, the power of the incense can dissolve itself.

If the strange incense wafted on this site for a few more moments, and the villagers present inhaled a few more points, the result would be completely different.

Who would have thought that Li Canglan would sacrifice his life to rush back and shoot down that lantern, and he would become the winner and loser who could turn the danger into a dangerous situation.

It's just that seeing the villagers in this place scuffling together like this, it is not a way after all, and if everyone is allowed to fight like this, a few people will be seriously injured if they don't die.

Lanqin Mu Zhenli urged, slowly flew into the air, the wind spirit sword in his hand was sacrificed out of thin air, the tip of the sword pointed to the sky, and the subtlety and mystery of the fifth layer of Kunlun Xuandao Jue were fully revealed.

In the original blue night sky, black clouds were dense in an instant, and it is said that the cultivation has reached the realm of Yudan, and the passage method is natural, and the celestial phenomena are right. Lan Qinmu actually relied on the vast true qi in his body to forcibly move the rain clouds in the distance to the sky above Kaiyuan Town.

Li Canglan looked up at the figure of the master in the air, and his heart was full of admiration, is this the supreme power of the Immortal Dao Method? The glimmer of the stars is reflected on the coarse cloth clothes of Lanqin Mu, shining brightly, although the dress is ordinary, it faintly has the appearance of an immortal.

A drop of rain fell on Li Canglan's cheek, followed by a pouring of rain, the cold rain through the lush branches and leaves of the ancient trees, hitting the manic and crazy villagers all over the ground, making people's hearts refreshed.

The rain swept away the blood all over the ground, and the breeze blew away the scented fox blood wafting in the air. The restless villagers bathed in the rain and dew, woke up slowly, and fell into a deep sleep due to exhaustion.

The hustle and bustle of the night finally returned to peace......