After seven days of continuous travel, crossing mountains and rivers along the way, bumping and bumping, passing through two cities and crossing more than a dozen mountains, Ji Xiaofan and Cheng Jianshan have walked thousands of miles since they set off from Shenniu Mountain.

What he saw and heard along the way made Ji Xiaofan see what it means to be displaced, what it means to eat the strong, what it means to be an official and bandit family, and what it means to live in the people's livelihood.

There are too many dilapidated and withered scenes, too many poor people, too many thieves who burn, kill and loot, and too many corrupt officials who fish and eat the people.

Along the way, Xiao Fan shot out to beat away thieves and bullies twice, but the other times he was held down by Cheng Jianshan, and he said that there are too many injustices and disasters in the world, mortals have the fate of mortals, as a cultivator, he should focus on cultivation and try to ask about mundane things.

Xiao Fan pondered all the way, what is the purpose of cultivating the Dao? If they all jump out of the Three Realms, who will ask about the injustice and disasters in the world? The government is so corrupt and incompetent, who will save the innocent people? The world is in chaos, how can we restore peace in the world?

Along the way, Ji Xiaofan chatted with several disciples of the Sword Sect, and learned that these people were all from poor backgrounds, but in the face of the chaotic world, they didn't know what to do, they could save one person in a critical situation, but they couldn't save thousands of people, the world was too big, they were just a horseman.

Along the way, Ji Xiaofan was depressed and full of worries.

In the afternoon of this day, the carriage traveled to a mountain forest, and as he walked, suddenly there was a slight smell of blood in the air, and then a reddish mist rose in the forest, and I saw that the fog was getting more and more and darker.

"My lord, it's not good, there is a blood mist in the forest!" the Sword Sect disciple suddenly shouted loudly.

At the same time, Cheng Jianshan suddenly stood up, lifted the curtain and fell to the ground.

"Hmph, you don't have to hide your head and tail, come out!"

Cheng Jianshan's face was gloomy, he looked at the blood-colored mist that had shrouded him, and shouted loudly.

At the same time, Cheng Jian Shan raised his hand, two long swords appeared in his hand, turned around and handed one to Xiao Fan, and said in a low voice: "The people of the Blood Demon Sect, pay attention to your own safety when you fight!"

At this moment, I saw a person in the open space three zhang away in front of me, who was dressed in black, and a black scarf covered his mouth and nose, looking at Chengjian Mountain with his hands behind his back.

"What do you want to do with the Blood Demon Sect's blood array here?" Cheng Jianshan stepped forward with his hands behind his back and stared at the person opposite.

The man in black snorted in a dumb voice: "The thirteen blood sons of my sect are in the Divine Cow Mountain, and the elders of the sect have used the blood soul secret technique to track down the two of you, and we will track it all the way, and it is expected that you will pass by from here, as early as five days ago, a large array of blood river traces was laid in this place, and none of you can escape today, so obediently pay for the lives of the thirteenth brother!"

Cheng Jianshan laughed, pointed at the other party, and said disdainfully: "Mu Yun has not been out for many years, and now the dogs and cats dare to be presumptuous in front of the old man, even your Shangzong Holy Demon Sect does not dare to easily damage the relationship between my two sects, and the little Blood Demon Sect dares to intercept and kill, aren't you afraid that I Mu Yun will destroy your entire sect?"

The hoarse voice did not change at all, and said lightly: "My Blood Demon Sect has all twelve bloods, and I have set up a great array of blood river traces here, you have no chance of survival, kill you, Muyun Sect will not know"

After the man in black finished speaking, he waved his hand: "Get up in battle, kill!

At the moment when the words of the man in black fell, the blood mist flew from all directions, covering the sky and the sun, and no other colors could be seen between the heavens and the earth except for the color of blood, and the blood mist became thicker and thicker, and the ground did not know when the thick blood water flowed, and the blood water flowed more and more, faster and faster, and blood waves were formed in an instant, and the blood waves were uproaring, like a blood-colored river.

Suddenly, a terrible scream rang out.

A disciple of the Sword Sect couldn't dodge being hit by the blood wave, the blood stuck to the skin and immediately rose white smoke, the skin and blood were rotting and the white bones were exposed, the disciple fell to the ground in pain, kept rolling, and was wrapped in blood, struggling back and forth for only three or five breaths, and died on the spot.

"Xiao Fan go to the car, a few of you will defend around Xiao Fan, and I will deal with them!"

Cheng Jianshan shouted loudly while pinching the trick, and the foot spirit soldier quickly flew into the air.

Who knows, Chengjian Mountain flew up only seven feet, and a blood-red curtain appeared in the sky, which sealed the sky and blocked Chengjian Mountain.

"The sea of blood is boundless!"

"Blood-Eater!"

"Blood Barrier Mystery!"

"Blood Shadow Kill!"

Four low shouts rang out from four directions, and four sharp blades that shimmered with ghostly light mixed with blood mist locked into a sword mountain and flew towards it.

Chengjian Mountain was suspended in mid-air, unable to go up, nor down, gritted his teeth, and roared, "Yunxian Barrier", the whole body ten percent of the Yuan Force was unreservedly used, transforming into white layers of clouds, enveloping Chengjian Mountain, and the moment the clouds were formed, the sharp blades of the four directions also pierced the clouds.

The cloud was stabbed on all sides, and after collapsing inward to unload some of its strength, it bounced violently, bouncing the blade away, and the blow was narrowly blocked.

During this period, Chengjian Mountain was not idle, with a hand raised, a mini small bronze bell appeared, the bronze bell flew to the top of the head, the bell mouth was upside down, and a yellow light hung down, and Chengjian Mountain was completely covered in yellow light from top to bottom.

The second kill in four directions arrived, bang, four muffled sounds, the yellow light tremor blocked the second blow back, and the bronze bell was unharmed.

"It's Lingbao!" a man in black snorted coldly.

It turned out that the bronze bell sacrificed by Chengjian Mountain was a spiritual treasure, and the four of them could not help this treasure at all with a single blow, and Chengjian Mountain under the bell was also safe and sound.

Cheng Jian Shan under the bell waved his hand and flew out of two magic weapons, a set of silver-white spirit armor, after the spirit armor flew out, Cheng Jian Mountain was wrapped tightly from head to toe, and the other was a flying sword, which was the spirit soldier of the blood thirteen, Cheng Jian Mountain now has three magic weapons on his body, and he has confidence in his heart, and he swings his sword to kill the man in black.

Seeing that Cheng Jianshan seemed to be invincible, those black-clothed people were a little anxious, and one of them shouted: "Leave the four people to defend their positions, and the others will all take action, and fight quickly!"

Suddenly, two more black-clothed people flew over, joined the battle group, and several of them showed their Yuan Strength, and six wide blood-red giant flags flashing black runes rose from the four directions of the southeast, south, and northwest, and the giant flags quickly rotated and soon formed a cage, isolating Chengjian Mountain from the outside world and surrounding it to death.

At the same time, Ji Xiaofan and others in the carriage were facing a life-and-death crisis.

The two black-clothed men each held blood thorns, one left and one right, stabbing at Ji Xiaofan.

Ji Xiaofan stood on the carriage with a long sword and was about to catch up, the Sword Sect disciples next to him had already blocked it, but the cultivation of the Sword Sect disciples was not a little worse than the cultivation of the black-clothed man who had been killed.

The remaining three Sword Sect disciples turned pale and fell back in horror, and all of them retreated to Ji Xiaofan's side.

The two black-clothed men succeeded in one blow and did not stop, and the blood thorns in their hands flew out and shot straight at Ji Xiaofan.

Ji Xiaofan hurriedly swung his sword to block the blood thorns, who knew that the blood thorns of the man in black were also spirit soldiers, the swords and stabs collided, and with a clatter, the long sword broke, and the blood thorns pierced Xiao Fan's chest and abdomen.

Oops, it's not good, Ji Xiaofan was horrified in his heart, and hurriedly dodged, and rolled to the other end of the carriage, dodging the blood stab.

It's over, it's over, and it looks like I'm going to throw my life here today.

The cultivation of these people is much higher than Ji Xiaofan, Ji Xiaofan is crying in his heart while dodging, trying to figure out how to get out.

But the man in black didn't stop, and the two flew around and stabbed backhand.

No matter what, expose it, it's better than losing your life.

Thinking of this, Ji Xiaofan gritted his teeth, his mind moved, and the three-pointed two-sided blade of the heavenly soldier appeared in his hand, using all the cultivation of the Xuanwu Realm and the power of unreserved divine consciousness, he used the first type of the three-style "Riding the Wind" of the "Heaven Breaking Chop" cloak that he had not yet mastered to swing out, and the blade flashed with cold light like a blood thorn blowing through like a gale, and the five-foot heavenly soldier slashed through, and the blood thorn broke in response, along with the half of the body of the man in black with shoulders and arms.

The man in black screamed, fell to the ground with a pop, rolled several times in a row, the wound was submerged in blood, and it also immediately rotted, and the man struggled a few times and then stopped moving.