. After entering the small city, Zhao Zhen first found the largest inn in the city and settled down, and the two bloody monsters who had become living puppets were directly left in a guest room by Zhao Zhen, and then rushed to the direction of the underground appearance of Ten Thousand Corpses Mountain.

The place where the underground color appeared was near a hill, and the colorful beams of light overflowed from the surface from time to time with the dots of color, and when Zhao Zhen came here, a large number of demon cultivators had already gathered around, all to see if they could fish in the muddy water here to catch any benefits.

Nothing has changed in the underground now, and everyone is staying nearby. Zhao Zhen, like these demon cultivators, was waiting for the changes in the underground color here in the hills. Time passed, and the speed of the underground overflow became faster and faster, and finally a huge multicolored hurricane was born on the spot.

Immediately, the hurricane began to spin at great speed in place, and wherever it went, the surface of the ground burst inch by inch, spreading a large cobweb-like dentation. Until the hurricane gradually stopped, a series of roars came from the depths of the ground, and the place where the sound seemed to be heard was getting closer and closer to the ground, and suddenly there was a thunderous explosion where the hurricane stopped, and suddenly the ground was blown out of a huge hole.

Seeing this scene, the demon cultivators who had been waiting nearby for a long time suddenly brightened their eyes, and they burst into the cave one after another, and in an instant, countless figures rushed into the cave like arrows off the string. And Zhao Zhen also flashed, and rushed into the cave with this group of demon cultivators.

The inside of the cave was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything with my eyes, but everyone was a monk, and I could use my divine sense to probe everything in the cave, but it didn't cause action. However, as soon as everyone entered the cave, an even greater hurricane swept in again, and the white storm seemed to condense into substance, and everyone was swept into the vortex with flying sand and rocks.

The powerful force of the wind was like a blade, scraping blood marks on everyone's body, even those monks who practiced physique. Zhao Zhen, like other demon cultivators, was swept into the whirlpool by the powerful hurricane, and the skin on his body was blown open by the wind blade that was condensed into a substance, and the red blood stains continued to overflow.

Seeing this crisis, Zhao Zhen's mind turned sharply, and he destroyed the bloodthirsty soul refining decision to the limit, forcibly sucked the blood overflowing from his skin back into his body, and began to think about how to get out of the crisis. In fact, Zhao Zhen was not prepared enough, when Zhao Zhen entered the cave, he didn't expect it to be so dangerous, but now it's too late to say anything, the strong hurricane is like a huge suction cup, no matter how hard Zhao Zhen tries, he can't get rid of this suction.

However, the only thing to be thankful for is that Zhao Zhen's exercises can suck the blood flowing out of his body again, so as to avoid Zhao Zhen from losing too much blood and dying. As for the demon cultivators who entered the cave with Zhao Zhen, they were not so lucky, most of them who did not practice this bloodsucking technique were blown out of the Dao wounds by this hurricane, and their limbs continued to spill blood, and finally turned into a bloody person, and died of excessive blood loss.

As time passed, the injuries on the surviving monks became more and more serious, so many demon cultivators thought of absorbing the blood of other demon cultivators and running special spells to heal their own injuries. Although doing so is tantamount to drinking a donkey to quench your thirst, there is a chance to live one more second, and no one wants to die first.

Soon, all the monks caught up in the hurricane began to kill friend and foe, in order to absorb the blood of other monks and run special spells to maintain their own lives for a short time. Although they were in the midst of a hurricane, these demon cultivators were not ambiguous at all, and with a shake of their palms, dark green poisonous gas suddenly erupted from their cuffs, and they swept into the crowd with a strong wind.

Immediately, there was a scream like killing pigs in the crowd, and those demon cultivators who had been poisoned, their bodies were not good, and they were soon dismembered by some demon cultivators who were relatively close, and the blood in their bodies was sucked away, leaving only the stump and broken arms that shrunk into a ball, constantly flying in the wind.

Zhao Zhen was in the crowd, and he didn't hesitate much, countless blood-red soul ligaments in his body surged out, constantly twisting and rapidly extending around. Soon, he entangled more than a dozen demon cultivators nearby, and immediately pierced the soul ligament into their bodies, quickly absorbing the blood in the bodies of these guys.

Suddenly, these demon cultivators who fell into Zhao Zhen's hands shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon turned into a dried corpse with skin and bones, which was unceremoniously discarded by Zhao Zhen in the wind. After doing this, Zhao Zhen moved his gaze to the other demon cultivators like a big bad wolf looking at the little lamb, and a harmless smile appeared on his face, extending the soul ligament to the rest of the demon cultivators again.

Seeing this, the rest of the demon cultivators began to scream in horror, so frightened that their eyes almost jumped out of their eye frames, and they couldn't care about the serious injuries in their bodies anymore, so they hurriedly sacrificed all kinds of protective magic weapons, wrapped themselves in them, and temporarily breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts. With such a powerful hurricane, even if Zhao Zhen sacrificed the flying sword, he was afraid that he would lose the connection with the flying sword because the wind was too strong, and it was impossible to use the soul ligament without breaking through the protective magic weapon.

However, just when these demon cultivators thought that they had temporarily saved their lives, the magic weapon that was protected outside their bodies was suddenly cut by a red flying sword wrapped in a soul ligament, and their bodies were instantly pierced into their bodies by countless soul ligaments, and it didn't take long for them to turn into a dry corpse with skin and bones, just like the end of those demon cultivators at the beginning.

After a short time, the demon cultivators in the cave were completely sucked by Zhao Zhen. In such an environment, I'm afraid that only a wicked person like Zhao Zhen can live the longest. However, what Zhao Zhen has to face next is how to get out of this hurricane.

Although with the help of the essence blood of these demon cultivators, it can last for a while longer, but if you don't want to find a way to get out, the final result is only a way to fall, and the only difference is only a matter of time.

Time passed, and Zhao Zhen's body continued to rotate in the hurricane with the wind blades, like a lonely boat in the vast sea, as if it could be destroyed at any time. However, just as Zhao Zhen was about to exhaust all the blood in his body, a bright light suddenly flashed in his mind!

The wind is a force of nature, no matter what kind of wind it is, no matter how powerful the wind, there is always a direction of flow. Although Zhao Zhen is now facing a hurricane and has no source, it has always had a direction. In this way, as long as Zhao Zhen rotates in the direction of the hurricane, his body also rotates, so that the wind resistance can reduce the damage to the body or not be injured, as long as Zhao Zhen's body rotates faster, it is even possible to get rid of the suction force of the hurricane!.