The valley was not large, it was already covered with blood flowers of stumps, and a heart-pounding blood ravine stretched into the dark cave in the shady corner of the valley.

Everyone could see clearly from a high vantage point that the team that had entered the Bone River with them had been ambushed in the valley, and the remains had been torn to pieces by unknown terrifying forces, and the valley had been smeared into a human purgatory with blood and corpses all over the place.

Chang Xi's heart gradually sank to the bottom, he only heard a miserable scream from beginning to end, there were as many as seven or eight people scattered in the corpses in the valley, what kind of terrifying existence could kill so many people in an instant?

The kind-hearted little monk jumped down the hill without saying a word, the Buddha's light flashed on the Zen staff he picked up, and his bare feet crossed the miserable fragmented corpses, and ran towards the cave where there was obviously a great danger inside.

The little monk didn't know the depth, and Chang Xi couldn't watch him die, so he jumped up and down with the little monk.

The black fox Qiu and the little monk walked, not only Du Niangzi, who was a daughter, but even the bearded man and the ranger felt that their bodies were suddenly cold.

Cultivators have cultivation for their bodies, and they can see the cold winter and heat as nothing, let alone the early winter. But now the wind is blowing in his ears, and the cold through the bones does not seem to be a fake, and the timid ranger can't bear it at first, and he would rather go into the cave than stay here anymore.

Fang Lao looked at Du Niangzi and the bearded man who were also fleeing for their lives behind the ranger, he gritted his teeth and followed closely.

The cave is extremely deep, after a hundred steps is a black pool in front of you, the little monk stands on the edge of the pool, and the Buddha light rising from the Zen staff illuminates the three zhang around. A blood ravine next to the bare feet twisted and submerged into the deep pool, and the water in the deep pool was black and red, and no matter the Buddha's light shined, it could not illuminate the water in the pool.

An agave plant on the rocky reef of Heitan turned from purple to black.

Chang Xi was overjoyed in his heart, he never thought that there would be tequila in such a bloody place. He had just taken a few steps and found that the two sides of the cave were not like ordinary rock walls, with strange patterns on the gray and white walls, and bright red juice flowing, and not far away there were six strangely shaped stone monuments standing around the deep pool, but all of them had been broken.

Divine consciousness gushed out like a match and sketched what he saw in front of him into a painting and appeared in the mud pill palace, Chang Xi gradually saw the clue, and he subconsciously held his breath.

Where is the stone wall of this karst cave around this black pool, and the entire mountain on this karst cave is simply a furnace forged with flesh and blood!

Chang Xi shouted back and wanted to go in and take a closer look at Du Niangzi, although the tequila was in front of him, but the strangeness of this place made him not dare to take a step beyond the blood pool, so he had to reach out and pull the little monk back from the edge of the deep pool.

However, his eyes were suddenly horrified, because behind the little monk's body when he heard the sound, there was a monster figure that moved faster than him quietly emerged from the black pool.

Three thousand miles south of the Buried Bone River, in the Chengfu of Yaocheng, a white-headed man in a green shirt took the soup medicine with just the right temperature handed by the graceful woman beside him, and was just about to drink it all, when countless fragmentary pictures suddenly squeezed out of his mind, he showed a painful look on his face, and the medicine bowl in his hand was pinched and smashed in an instant, and the medicinal soup was poured all over his body.

"What's wrong, Hetu, what's going on?" the graceful woman was shocked and hurriedly helped him up.

There seemed to be thousands of needles in his mud pill palace pierced together, and he curled up in the woman's arms in pain, he gritted his teeth, knowing that this was the Heavenly Dao backlash.

He was always relieved of Chang Xi, regardless of his physical safety, and quietly made a hexagram, which was this hexagram that almost cost him his life.

Hetu, whose face was like hair, said with difficulty: "Chang Xi strayed into the flesh and blood slaughter. ”

The purple-clothed graceful woman said with a pale face: "It is rumored that tens of thousands of monks were killed in the middle of the Bone Buried River, and their white bones and flesh were condensed into a mountain of flesh and blood?"

Hetu nodded bitterly and said: "Under the flesh and blood slaughter, there are hundreds of years ago to nourish the yin and evil things that nourish their own cultivation with the essence of flesh and blood, and several sects have set up witchcraft bans, claiming to be able to suppress them for thousands of years. But now this witchcraft ban has been broken by the villains, and the most evil thing has been able to return to the world!"

The graceful woman covered her mouth lightly and said in a trembling voice: "That Chang Xi...?"

The hexagram was shattered, and Hetu, who was deeply devoured by the Heavenly Dao, closed his eyes in pain.

"I can't see it. ”

The aura of the monster that emerged from the black pool was so amazing, a whirlwind blew in the not wide cave, and the cultivation of the half-step Jindan realm was fully revealed, and Chang Xi stepped to resist the wind.

A sword ascends to the sky.

The monster figure that jumped out of the pool behind the little monk revealed its true face, the huge body was ribbed on both sides of the limbs, there were two sharp ghost claws under the two black bone sickles, the dragon tail as thick as the wood of the hug was covered with shield scales, and the two scarlet eyes were embedded in a puffy cheek that was white and twisted like a white corpse, which was terrifying.

It turned out to be the most yin and evil corpse face Jiao!

According to the records of wild history, hundreds of years ago, many sect monks in the Buried Bone River fought and fought, resulting in thousands of miles of corpses in the Buried Bone River.

The boundless blood attracted a large piece of the demon beasts within a radius of thousands of miles, and there were more monsters and disputes, and the fighting between the demon beasts was no less tragic than that of the human race, and the last one who stood to the end of the dragon that should be robbed was about to be robbed, who knew that he devoured the blood and flesh of the human monks too much It was against the peace of the heavens, and the thunder would knock it back to its original form.

But this Jiaolong, who was beaten back to its original form, was unwilling to fail, devouring the flesh and blood essence of the human monks and other demon beasts day and night, and then gathered yin qi and corpse qi for his own cultivation, becoming a corpse face Jiao who was not a human ghost or a ghost.

The strength of the corpse face Jiao is all over the sky, and it is almost impossible to be defeated under the home advantage of the Buried Bone River, and then many second-grade and third-grade sects have been in a stalemate for a long time, and finally sealed the corpse face Jiao under the flesh mill of the Buried Bone River after paying a huge price, and agreed to strengthen the seal every hundred years, and must not let the corpse face Jiao return to the world.

It's a pity that their wishful thinking was completely broken by the Ten Thousand Demons.

The sword body was shocked by a blue light, Chang Xi swept straight towards the edge of the black pool, and finally rushed to the last moment to raise his sword to block in front of the little monk, and before he could use the strength of the blood sea to compete with him, the huge force on the huge bone sickle knocked him back into the road in an instant.

The moment the sword body came into contact with the bone sickle, Yin Hong's blood light soared in the eyes of the yin and evil corpse face Jiao, and the little bald donkey, who could have been able to stuff his teeth, suddenly became like chicken ribs, and the sword-wielding boy wrapped in a black fox fur had its salivating taste in his body.

Its goal couldn't be clearer, it wants to eat all the guys here who don't know whether they are alive or dead, and use the essence blood of the sword cultivator boy to water the agave until it matures and then swallow it whole, and when it returns to the realm before the tribulation, it will definitely turn the sects that sealed it in the first place upside down and bleed into a river!

The dragon scales and tails under the corpse-faced Jiao swayed again and again, with a terrifying speed that was extremely inconsistent with the huge body, and in just a blink of an eye, it wielded a hideous bone sickle and slashed at Chang Xi in the air.

The corpse-faced Jiao in the little monk's golden eyes was full of karma on his head.

He roared angrily, the Zen staff pestle the Buddha light was thick, the little monk put his palms together and showed a solemn treasure on his face, bowed his head and chanted King Kong, the words entered the ears and were majestic, and the golden Sanskrit words were like tadpoles entrenched behind him with angry eyes.

He raised his bare feet and stomped on the ground, and the Vajra Dharma opened his eyes and recited: "My Buddha is compassionate!"

Chang Xi stood up straight, the qi machine in his sleeves exploded again and again, and the strength of the sea of blood gathered in his arms, and he raised his sword to meet it.

The corners of the corpse's mouth had an anthropomorphic weird arc, and the bone sickle slashed down shoulder to shoulder, Chang Xi snorted and barely took the powerful blow, and his shoulder and waist and crotch were almost shattered.

There is a snort of skin and flesh blooming in the tunnel of the cave.

The coolness of the cold winter made the corners of Chang Xi's eyes jump suddenly, and half of the black fox fur on his waist fell in a pool of blood, and the brilliance circulating on the sword body quietly dimmed.

He looked down in disbelief.

The flesh and blood on his abdomen rolled, and two Sen Ran ghost claws dug into his abdomen and stirred violently.