After a brief silence, there was a watery ticking sound that made everyone tense their nerves.

"It's blood......!"

A Shushan disciple shouted.

When everyone heard this, they were shocked, and they should follow the prestige. It's okay not to look at it, but the scene in front of me can't help but make people stunned.

But I saw that the top of my head was densely covered with stripped corpses like sausages, and a big hole had been dug in his heart, including some children!

Qiao Meijiao couldn't help but sigh, "This Demon Cultivation Sect is really doing all kinds of evil, and it doesn't hesitate to kill innocents so indiscriminately for the sake of its own cultivation."

"The survival of the fittest in the cultivation realm, these people are not even as good as ants in the eyes of the Demon Cultivation Sect! It seems that there will be a corpse collection ground ahead! Let's be careful!"

Di Qianjun said and motioned for everyone to move on.

Corpses, gas also. The corpse collection site and the corpse raising place can be said to be very different, and they are also made of corpses. When the demonic qi cultivated by the demons is not full enough, they will gather the corpse in a closed place, and wait for it to rot and stink, and the corpse qi will also be generated.

The corpse qi that has accumulated for a long time will gradually turn into yin and evil qi over time.

Qi is especially important for both demon cultivators and cultivators. Thinking about it, it took a lot of effort to succeed in this fight.

At this time, Dou Jingtian and Xuanyuan Sword were in a stalemate.

As time passed, the golden light around Xuanyuan Sword had gradually receded. The purple glow in the palm of the self-fighting sky was more and more prosperous.

"Sword of the Holy Dao!It seems that you can't save your master, so you might as well use it for me!" As he spoke, the endless purple rays had already drowned the Xuanyuan Sword in it like a tide. The so-called Ancient Divine Soldier had already lost its previous sharpness at this time, and it seemed that it had been demonized.

"In another half an hour, you will be a magic sword completely. I'm going to take you to the top of the world!"

Shocking laughter echoed in the sky above Broken Soul Peak.

After about a cup of tea, the people of Di Qianjun have gradually approached the end of the secret passage. At the end, a foul smell was disgusting, and the scattered corpse gas had already forced everyone to breathe.

"The corpse collection site is almost here! Everyone remember not to mess with their minds, otherwise the corpse qi will enter the body, and even the immortals will be difficult to save!"

As he spoke, a black whirlwind suddenly arose in front of him. Its momentum is so strong that it is simply impossible to approach.

The whirlwind gradually approached, and Di Qianjun raised the sword in his hand and suddenly pointed at the sky with his sword, and said something in his mouth, "Five elements of divine thunder, give me the true spirit." Manifest myself and exorcise evil spirits......"

In a moment, the stone walls on both sides shook, and the blue sword light immediately turned into a dazzling lightning bolt. With a shout of rage, the lightning slashed forward.

There was a loud bang, and suddenly there were rocks splashing on both sides, and everyone was busy protecting their bodies with their true qi. The whirlwind ahead was forced back but gradually dissolved. Instead, they turned into skulls. The sheer number of them, densely packed, is daunting.

Suddenly, the blood above his head poured down like a torrential rain. The wind rose again, and countless skeletons roared under the strong wind.

"The demonic qi here is too heavy, it seems that our spells are useless here! This bloody storm of the Demon Cultivation Sect is specially designed to deal with the cultivators, if you want to get out alive, I'm afraid you can only fight!"

As he spoke, Di Qianjun roared angrily and slashed into the strong wind with his sword.

In an instant, all the skeletons gathered together, and Di Qianjun kept waving the sword in his hand to slash at the skeletons around him, and the Shushan disciples who followed him also killed into the strong wind together.

For a while, the sword flashed everywhere, and the sound of ghosts crying was endless. Soon, two Shushan disciples fell, their original plain clothes had already been torn, and their bodies were full of tooth marks that could be seen deep in the bones.

It's a pity that this stone path is too narrow, although the end is a little wider, but the original advantage of more people has also become a disadvantage at this time.

Seeing that the skeletons around him were gathering more and more, another Shushan disciple fell.

Qiao Meijiao immediately sacrificed the Jiuli pot again. It's a pity that this ancient artifact, which claims to be able to absorb all things in the world, is useless to these skeletons.

Seeing that several more Shushan disciples had fallen, Qiao Meijiao had no choice but to fly up, and the whip in her hand had already swung forward.

The skeletons hit by the whip immediately turned into white powder, but the rest of the skeletons bit the whip and then rushed down the whip.

Qiao Meijiao shouted angrily, waved the whip in her hand, and slammed it into the stone walls on both sides. However, the number of them is huge, and it is simply impossible to prevent it.

Just in the blink of an eye, the back of Qiao Meijiao's hand hurt, and the whip fell to the ground.

A deep tooth mark had already been left on the back of the originally white hand.

The unarmed Qiao Meijiao opened the Jiuli pot again. In a moment, colorful spiders came out of the pot in unison. The spiders were brilliantly colored, each one the size of a palm.

The rain of blood had already stained their clothes red. Di Qianjun continued to roar in it, and the sword in his hand was already killing all around like a silver snake. The multicolored spider that smelled the blood seemed to be very excited, and even crawled forward at its blistering speed.

"I want to see if it's your bloody wind and rain today, or my colorful blood spider!"

As she spoke, Qiao Meijiao's mouth made a rustling sound, and at the same time, she stretched out two fingers and kept making gestures forward.

Soon, the same number of multicolored blood spiders spread like a tide.

As soon as they saw the skeletons, the multicolored blood spider flew up by the wind. The brilliant colors soon drowned out the bones.

"Heaven and Earth ......"

But listening to Qiao Meijiao's shout, the colorful spider webs spread out in an instant like flowers, which were gorgeous and abnormal.

"Di Shaoxia, you guys quickly quit! these ghost things will be handed over to me as a colorful blood spider!" Hearing this, Di Qianjun immediately led all the Shu Mountain disciples to retreat.

Soon, the overlapping cobwebs were like a barrier separating everyone from the ghost. The skeletons that rushed over were blocked by the cobwebs. The ghosts who were stopped were still tearing at the cobwebs in front of them.

Qiao Meijiao took a long breath and said, "These ghosts don't seem to be ordinary ghosts. Although my multicolored blood spider is extremely poisonous, it seems that these ghosts are of little use. Before they bite through the cobwebs, we have to find a safe way!"

Di Qianjun, who was covered in blood, looked at the corpse of his fellow sect, and even the sword in his hand was trembling, "Demon Cultivation Sect ......"

Qiao Meijiao comforted, "Di Shaoxia, don't be rash! Now we have no way out, we must cheer up!"

Di Qianjun didn't answer, but just hugged the fallen Shu Mountain disciples one by one and piled them together.

Di Qianjun stared at the corpse in front of him and said slowly, "Don't worry! As long as Senior Brother doesn't die, he will definitely take you back!"

The surviving Shushan disciples looked at their dead fellow disciples, and their faces were more hatred than grief.

(End of chapter)