Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Scarlet Scythe Slaughters the Cultivators
"Bang", a loud bang resounded in the sky, and a golden spear burned with raging flames and plunged into the feet of the black-robed man.
"I don't care who you are, hide your head and show up, if you don't hand over the 10,000-year-old spiritual liquid today, don't want to get out of the Four Seas City", a burly man stood up, standing in the air, his breath was powerful, and he was a genuine strong man in the Dan period.
"It's Zeng Ah Niu!" someone exclaimed, although this Zeng Ah Niu's name is rustic, his strength is extremely strong, he is a veteran powerhouse in the Dan period, I heard that he was born with infinite strength, and he has learned the art of refining the body, and his blood is amazing.
"Hehe, death to the one who stands in my way", the black-robed man made a hoarse voice, like the sound of bones rubbing, making people feel cold all over their bodies.
Lu Feng frowned slightly, and that feeling of disgust began to appear again.
"Since you don't pay it, don't blame me for being ruthless", Zeng Aniu roared, his blood broke through the sky, and a one-horned bull phantom behind him also roared to the sky and rushed down.
"This is Zeng Aniu's mastery "Wild Bull Strength"! I once killed a demon beast in the early stage of the knot pill with one punch!" Someone exclaimed, killing a head in the knot pill stage with one punch is not trivial, even if it is the early stage of the knot, after all, the body of the demon beast is far superior to that of a monk.
"Drink", Zeng Aniu shouted, waved his fist with his right hand, and the phantom of the bull behind him all melted into his right arm and blasted out with a punch, the phantom of the bull roared, and the aura rolled. Zeng Aniu must have seen the strangeness of the black-robed man, and he was full of strength as soon as he made a move.
"Hmph", the black-robed man snorted coldly, his right hand under the black-robed robe moved slightly, and a blood-colored sickle half a zhang long appeared in his hand, bent like a waning moon, bursts of cold aura swirled around it, and countless unjust souls screamed, like a soul messenger from hell to the world.
Lu Feng was shocked in his heart, staring at the blood-colored scythe. The retro blood veins were stirring and tumbling in his body, and fragmentary memories came to his heart, very short and rare, but Lu Feng already knew the identity of the black-robed man! The executioner who slaughtered his mother's family!
The killing intent in Lu Feng's eyes was about to overflow, and he finally waited for this day, and he would collect some interest today. Lu Feng whispered in his heart.
Back then, it was a group of black-robed people who slaughtered the mother's family, all holding blood-colored sickles in their hands, like hell messengers slaughtering the ancient clan, leaving no living mouth, except for Lu Feng's mother's relatives who escaped by luck outside the experience, and then the soul was severely injured and finally died.
Lu Feng clenched his fists fiercely, pursed his lips lightly, and his figure slowly became illusory until it disappeared.
Off the field, the Wild Bull Phantom roared and rushed towards the black-robed man, seeing that he was about to die, the black-robed man raised his hand lightly, and waved the sickle in his hand lightly.
The phantom of the wild bull stiffened suddenly, and then he retreated desperately with a frightened face, but was helplessly sucked tightly by the blood-colored sickle, and was eaten away by the sickle little by little in the scream.
"Ah", Zeng Aniu let out a miserable cry and fell from the sky.
"Brother Niu, Zeng Daoyou, Master", there were bursts of angry roars around him.
"Above, kill this demon!" someone shouted, and suddenly countless magic weapons, spirit runes, and spells smashed towards the man in black.
Although the man in black was powerful, he was also made disgraced for a while, and he couldn't help but be furious.
A blood shadow suddenly flashed out and hit the man in black on the head, and the man in black roared and hurriedly dodged.
"Bang", although the man in black dodged the vital point, he was hit on the shoulder by the blood shadow, and his left arm was directly shattered.
"Ah, you all deserve to die!" The black-robed man let out an earth-shattering roar, "Purgatory, open"!
The black-robed man raised the sickle in his hand and plunged it into his abdomen, pinching it with both hands, and bursts of strange spells rang out, and streams of black mist emanated from the black-robed man's body and quickly enveloped the radius.
"What is this?" shouted.
The black mist was a hundred feet long, and it suddenly erupted, and most of the people besieging the black robe were shrouded in it, and they were all panicked at this time.
The black fog in front of him could not reach out with his five fingers, and even his divine consciousness could not penetrate his body, and once his divine consciousness was exposed to his body, he was mysteriously devoured by life, so that all the monks were besieged in it.
"Poof", a head flew high, and a headless corpse fell heavily.
One, two, three, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen monks had died under the scythe in the darkness.
The air gradually filled with the smell of blood, and from time to time there were collisions and screams, and in the darkness there seemed to be death harvesting life.
The rest of the people began to tremble and began to attack everything in front of them frantically, and several people were killed by the monks on the side.
"Bang", a loud noise came, and the black fog gradually dissipated.
The scene in front of them made the onlookers turn pale, and some even turned around and vomited.
In just a few moments, most of the dozens of people trapped in the black fog had died, most of the dead had their heads cut off, and the rest had been blasted into minced meat, presumably dying in the chaos.
Lu Feng secretly watched a chill, this kind of bloody scene Lu Feng also saw for the first time, like a large slaughterhouse, a corner of the cruel cultivation realm was revealed in front of Lu Feng's eyes.
"Devil, devil!" the few remaining monks who survived let out a strange cry and fled.
"Hmph, demons and evil ways", a figure was in the air, looking condescendingly at the black-robed man, his eyes showing disdain. It was none other than the Evil Sect Elder Huoyun Venerable.
Just now, it was he who used a powerful Danbao to break through the black mist, and the Huoyun Master knew in his heart that if it weren't for the black fog loss, he would be far from being able to break it with just one Danbao, don't look at his disdainful tone, in fact, he was already extremely cautious in his heart.
Lu Feng hid in the dark and observed, this Danbao Sanling Venerable Master recorded in his memory, it was a thing that the Dan Monk had spent a lot of effort to refine, and the power could be large or small, and it depended on the strength of the refining person's cultivation and the painstaking power injected into the refining.
Looking at the power of the Danbao of the Venerable Fire Cloud, it should be something that a certain late-stage cultivator of the Yudan can refine casually, which is equivalent to the full force of the mid-stage Yudan's monk.
"Huoyun Daoist, why don't we join forces to take down this person together, and those who are capable of spiritual fluid will know how", an old man walked out, looking like he was about to die.
"Venerable Deadwood, you also want to come and get a piece of the soup, okay, just follow what you say", the Venerable Huoyun happily agreed.
Just kidding, I am in the middle stage of the Dan, this Dead Wood Venerable is only in the early stage of the Dan, and he is old, weak, sick and disabled, how to fight with himself, when the time comes, he is not at his own disposal. The Fire Cloud Master sneered in his heart.
"Okay", the Dead Wood Venerable was happy on his face, and his heart was gloomy, this Fire Cloud Venerable Dead Wood had already guessed in his heart that the words of the people of the Evil Sect could only be heard!
The Deadwood Venerable smiled grimly, this 10,000-year-old spiritual liquid was used by the Deadwood Venerable to renew his life!
"Two, this is the territory of my four seas country, the treasures are inhabited by capable people, and the real chapter is seen under the hands", five figures stepped out of the air.
"Aotian Sect Master!Imperial Beast Sect Master!Four Seas Country Teacher!Xianyun Wild Crane, Five Sect Members!" An exclamation came.