When Hacha woke up, his eyes were a little confused, and when the confusion faded, he immediately got up from the cold floor, and his eyes fell on the leader after a circle in the palace.

When he finally saw the person he wanted to see, it was like grasping at the last straw in his life. He walked up with an urgent desire and looked at the adult reverently: "My lord, I am willing to be a cow and a horse for you, and go to the soup and fire for you, even if you will never enter reincarnation, I will never complain!"

The leader raised his eyebrows slightly, but there was a bit of sarcasm, and asked, "What do you want?"

Hacha hesitated, but finally raised his head, and in an old and tired voice, he almost screamed: "I don't ask for anything, but I ask the adults to forgive my poor disciple, he has no father and mother since he was a child, and he has suffered a lot at a young age, I, as a master, can't give him anything, I can only ask the adults to give him freedom, and how he will live in the future has nothing to do with me!"

Hacha fell to his knees and slammed his head frantically on the hard floor, once, twice, three times...... It seems that the adult who holds their fate will not agree, and he will continue to kowtow like this until he knocks himself to death.

Blood had stained the floor, and the mute couldn't bear to avoid it.

The rest of them, however, seemed to have seen a great spectacle, and this stupidity could not impress them in the slightest.

"Alright!" the leader snapped impatiently.

Hacha looked up, blood covering his wrinkled face, and his gray hair was dyed blood-red, but the hope in his eyes was so obvious.

"I promise you!" the leader said lightly, and put another soul stone in his hand, "As long as you refine enough soul stones for me, it will be a matter of time before you leave, I have the rules of the Blood Knife Gate!"

When he heard the words "Blood Knife Gate", Hacha couldn't help but tremble, although he already knew the identities of these people.

"Thank you, sir!" Hacha slammed his forehead on the ground again, and he couldn't help but sob.

The atmosphere in the palace relaxed a little, and the leader slowly closed his eyes and said, "Go, I need more soul stones!"

Hacha looked at the leader for a moment, and then suddenly felt relieved and let out a long sigh of relief.

Soon a huge smelting furnace must have appeared in the corner of the palace, and the fire inside was blazing.

Hacha bowed to the mute and said, "I want to refine soul stones for the adults here, and please work hard to go to the Desert without a trace on my behalf, Lihai has already collected some soul power!"

"No problem. The mute gestured to him.

"I'll go too!" Zhang Yuan was trying to follow.

"You can stay, Master Hacha may need your help, after all, none of us here know how to refine weapons. The leader said suddenly.

Zhang Yuan's brows condensed slightly, and he immediately let go, and he didn't dare to disobey, and said: "Obey!"

After the dumb man had gone, the chief summoned a man over and whispered a few words to him, who looked a little surprised, did not dare to ask any more questions, and hurried away.

"Zhang Yuan, are you homesick?" the leader seemed to be very close to Zhang Yuan.

"Yes!" Zhang Yuan nodded, "I've always wanted to, but with my Zhang's mission, I've never thought of going back!"

A smile suddenly flashed on the leader's cold face, and the smile was fleeting: "The matter here will be over soon, when the time comes, you can go back with us, I will recommend you to enter the Blood Knife Gate, although your qualifications are very poor, but in the Blood Knife Gate, it is not only talent, but also determination and hard work!"

"Thank you for lifting up!" Zhang Yuan half-knelt on the ground excitedly, he was so excited that he kept trembling, raised his fists above his head, and said firmly: "Zhang Yuan must live up to the love of adults, work hard to cultivate and improve, and swear to die for the great cause of the Blood Sword Sect, unswervingly!"

The leader looked at Zhang Yuan, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and after a pause, he showed a look of appreciation, and sighed sincerely: "As the shadow of the Blood Knife Gate, I have walked in the darkest places in this world for many years, and I have seen many powerful characters, but you, you are really good......! If you follow me sincerely in the future, I will definitely do my best to cultivate you!"

Zhang Yuan raised his head and smiled with satisfaction.

Two hours later, the mute returned, bringing with him four bulging bags. He handed the bag to Hacha, his eyes showing a hint of exhaustion.

"Are you hurt?" Hacha looked at his hand, the scars on his hands were shocking, and the flesh almost bloomed.

The dumb man gestured: "Your apprentice is not in a good state!"

"What's the matter?" Hacha asked, but the mute didn't answer him, turned and found a stone pillar and leaned on it.

The palace was shrouded in a faint eerie atmosphere.

Zhang Yuan also noticed the strangeness on the mute's body, and gently pulled the dumb man's placket, the latter's chest had turned blue, and black bruises continued to seep out of his skin.

"You are seriously injured, what happened?" Zhang Yuan looked at the mute with a surprised look.

The mute man was pale, but he couldn't make any more gestures, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if to say, "I'm fine, don't worry about me." ”

"It must have been done by that young man," a hoarse voice sounded behind him, and a black pill was fed into the dumb man's mouth, "My lord, I think I should go and see what happened to that kid, there must be something going on there!"

The leader pondered for a moment and said, "Let's wait for her for another day, and if she doesn't come again, let's set off!"

"But the boy ......," the hoarse voice tried to say, but was stopped by the leader raising his hand.

The leader said: "Before we set off, let's go see that kid, it's the first time I've encountered such a weird physique, and I also want to know if the people who can stay in the desert for half a year are still ghosts!"

Hacha's divine consciousness continued to pour into the smelting furnace, and his heart became faintly uneasy, and he tried to maintain restraint and focus all his energy on refining the soul stone, so that he could see the day he wanted to see sooner.

After about four hours, all the soul stones were baked, this time Hacha's yield was exceptionally good, and the worst stone also had a success rate of nearly seventy percent, he was pleased with this, this was the most successful one since refining the soul stone, he was moved by his own efforts, and his confidence became firm again.

At the sixth hour, the monk of the Blood Knife Sect who had gone out returned, and he whispered in the chief's ear for a while. The leader is worthy of being a person who survives in a dark corner, his face does not show the slightest trace, and he urges the strange power to refine all the hundreds of soul stones, and when the last trace of soul power is absorbed by him, his eyes become extraordinarily bright and spiritual.

"She's not coming back, let's get on our way!" the leader got up, and his body suddenly disappeared from the stone seat, and when he reappeared, he was already near the exit, only to pause and disappear again, and the dry yellow sand fell down.

Then several more figures swept towards the exit one after another, Hacha followed, and Zhang Yuan helped the mute to leave last.

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There is not a glimmer of light in the town of No Trace.

There was a strong wind in the desert tonight, and the wind swept the sand and completely engulfed the town without a trace, but the starry sky was particularly bright in the night, and the starlight fell on the wild sand with a different halo.

Some vague figures have gathered at the edge of the desert, it is the people on the second floor of Yufeng and Baihua, they have discovered the secret of Hacha, but there is no clue to track it down so far.

The desire to survive can make people crazy, and they would never dare to go so close to the desert without a trace in normal times.

They found the Blood Knife Gate and a group of people, and someone shouted, but before they could find out who it was, several black shadows flashed in the wind, and then they fell limply and were swallowed by the wild sand.

The methods of the people of the Blood Knife Sect are by no means something that ordinary monks can resist.

Silence spreads like poison in the desert, and even the blood that flows can't stop it.

The wild sand rose more and more, blurring people's vision, but it still couldn't stop the green ghost fire.

The green flames still danced faintly, looking from afar like a sea of souls, swimming outside of the real world, ignoring the winds and cold-blooded people.

The trajectory of the grinding disc has long been covered by wind and sand, and the group walks through the green ghost fire, searching for the traces of the young man.

"Did he escape?" said a Bloody Knife Sect monk.

"He can't escape, that grinding disc has been refined by the leader with a secret method, and it is impossible for him to escape from the leader's palm. The other monk said, his bloody knife peeking out of his robes, exuding a cold, murderous aura.

The leader frowned, apparently his instincts were sharper than anyone else's, and his gaze swept between the ghostly fires one by one, and finally stopped in a certain direction.

He walked over, and when he looked past the last ghost fire, an exceptionally dazzling ghost fire appeared in front of him, and two blood-red iron chains stretched out from the ghost fire and wrapped around the millstone.

"There are such strange souls in the world!" the leader's calm face was finally swallowed up by the mad shock, and he looked at the huge ghost fire and could not leave.

Hacha barely managed to hold himself steady in the wind, but his body trembled violently, and his gray hair turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye, like the bright moonlight on his shoulders in the dark night.

"Lihai......" his voice was inaudible, "I am Master!"

The ghost fire jumped, gradually dimming, revealing a strange face, the green ghost fire burning the skin, eyes, and eyebrows.

"Master, you're finally here!" the young man opened his mouth, but it was a constantly beating ghost fire coming out of his mouth. The ghost fire on his body seemed to have a strange vitality.

"Master, I've been waiting for you, but I'm so tired, I want to sleep well, but I'm afraid, I'm afraid that if I close my eyes, I won't see you again! You're finally here, do you want to take me to a quiet place?" The young man's voice was faintly inaudible, and every word could be cut off at any moment, and he fell silent forever, but he still tried to say it.

"We can go!" Hacha suddenly reached out and grabbed the boy by the shoulder, but the boy dodged backwards.

"Don't touch me!" the boy looked at him with horror.

The wind of the desert seemed to beat a little, and the sand beneath his feet also fluctuated strangely, as if something lurked under the desert.