Cold moon and frost, a lonely figure walking in the desert, wearing a thick fur coat, no sadness or joy on his face, this person's face is the same as ordinary people, but there are a few more vicissitudes in his eyes, and what lingers on his body is killing intent.

In the desert, the cold wind swept through, making the young man's silver hair flutter at will, but his eyes were black, as if a generation of demons had descended, although the weather was cold, it was difficult to freeze the strong killing intent in this person's heart!

On his back, he carried five boxes, all wrapped in white cloth, and inside them were five cold moon knives with a chill.

Soon after, the silver-haired boy walked through the vast desert and came to a grassland next door with abundant water and grass.

The young man raised his cold pupils and looked miles away, the fire was shining.

The Tartar tribe had just plundered a weak tribe, plundered their cattle and sheep, burned their grain and grass, played with their women, and slaughtered their men.

Tonight, the Tartars held a feast for their success, and on the bonfire, the fat sheep were roasted, and the oil droplets splashed into the fire, making a thunderclapping sound.

The Tartars drank their wine, munched on bloodshot mutton, and laughed merrily.

In some of the yurts, there were already screams of women, and it was the drunken Tartar who got into his own yurt and his old ladies.

"Come, drink this cup!" the Tartar leader raised his glass in congratulations, and the Tartars raised their glasses to drink.

At this moment, suddenly a cold wind blew into the big tent, blowing a bunch of bonfires in the tent into sparks and flying in all directions.

The flames jumped, and the leader of the Tartars, Huo Ran, stood up, he looked out of the tent, and suddenly blood shone brightly, splashing on the plain white tent.

A black silver slowly approached the big tent, and when the Tartar leader saw this, he did not shout, but waved his hand, and suddenly the Tartars who were drinking wildly were stunned, and then touched the saber on his waist!

The cold wind rolled up and blew open the thick curtain of wool woven on the big tent... Puff puff... The skulls of several Tartars near the door of the tent fell suddenly, and everyone was shocked, they only saw a black shadow rushing in, but they could not see how the knife in his hand cut the heads of those people.

The dark shadow paused, and the Tartars saw the person clearly, only to see that his head was full of silver hair like snow, his eyes were shining, but they were like thick ink, and he held a knife in his hand, in the crook of his arm, and in his mouth.

One person, five knives, presenting a strange posture, the person does not move, but there is a cold momentum lingering around this person.

"Someone, there's an Assassin!" roared the Tartar leader, who was half-hearted at the first sight of Dumb's eyes, not a man, but a devil.

However, there was silence in the tent, only the sound of heavy breathing was a vibration.

The leader could hear clearly, it was his breathing that was getting heavier because of his endless fear. "Kill this man, won't you all be dead?" the leader was terrified, and suppressed his anger as he roared at the Tartars.

Under the tent, the Tartars who still had fine wine and fat mutton in their hands were already distracted.

Bang bang bang ... The sound of a rapid weight falling to the ground was like a heavy hammer striking hard into the leader's heart.

Actually, one by one, the heads fell to the ground!

There was a look of horror in the leader's eyes, and he looked at the silver-haired young man under his seat in disbelief.

In his hand, the cold moonlight sprinkled on the cold knife, reflecting a dazzling cold light.

In the leader's eyes, a cold light swept by, like a piece of white snow flashing in the void, and a delicate silver scimitar, like a crescent moon, slashed into the leader's heart...

Blood, slowly oozing from the scimitar.

Dumb turned around silently, without the slightest look in his eyes, "Five swordsmanship, first-class swordsman, first-class swordsman, first-class swordsman!"

The wind swept even more violently, and wherever he passed, blood would rush to the sky, like blood pouring into the sky, as if a generation of demons had appeared in the world, holding bloody butcher's knives in their hands, and slaughtering all the heads of the Tartar tribe.

Children and women were left behind, dumb like a wind, a knife like flowing water, and harvested a qiē sin.

A lonely shadow gradually dissipated in the wind and snow.

...

The thick blood carried down the wind, lingering for miles, and the smell was disgusting.

The Blood Spirit Sect is a subordinate branch of the Shura Dao of the Cangming Sea Demon Dao, and it is attached to the Shura Dao, so that there can be a space to breathe in the Cangming Sea, which is full of powerhouses, because the Blood Spirit Sect can refine an elixir called the Blood Spirit Pill.

This blood elixir is quite mysterious, and it has a great effect on the monks of the Shura Dao.

The monks of the Shura Dao are mainly blood cultivators, although the improvement of cultivation is quite rapid, but it is inevitable that there will be some residual bloodthirsty factors in the body, and this blood elixir has a rather magical effect on curbing these bloodthirsty marks.

With the wonderful use of this blood elixir, then when the blood cultivator breaks through the barrier, he will have less chance of turning into a "blood madness".

This "blood madness" is similar to the demon in the heart of an ordinary monk, but this blood madness is even more terrifying, if you are not careful, you may lose your mind, turn into a blood madness, and commit monstrous killing!

Therefore, this Blood Spirit Pill is quite important.

And refining this blood spirit pill, it is very difficult, the blood spirit sect has to offer one hundred and eight blood spirit pills to the Shura Dao every year, and every time the blood spirit pill is sent to the main sect, the blood spirit sect sends outstanding disciples in the sect to go.

Luo Ning and the Blood Disciples are the most talented and advanced disciples in the Blood Spirit Sect. Luo Ning is now in the late stage of fetal breath, and that blood disciple is already a cultivator in the middle stage of fetal breath.

The two of them harnessed a blood gourd, floating in the void, as if a blood light was rushing from afar.

They came from the Blood Spirit Sect, carrying one hundred and eight Blood Spirit Sects, intending to go to the Shura Dao.

On the gourd, the blood disciple sat cross-legged and wanted to calm down and cultivate, but because the blood spirit sect's cultivation was the most advanced and the most cold, and the senior sister Luo Ning was sitting on a blood gourd magic weapon with him, the blood disciple felt that there was some heat in his heart, and it was difficult to settle down.

Senior Sister Luo Ning, not only has outstanding talents, but also has a domineering appearance in the Blood Spirit Sect, many female disciples, in front of Senior Sister Luo Ning, it is like an ugly duckling standing in front of a white swan, and she can't raise her head at all.

Therefore, Senior Sister Luo Ning is the goddess in the hearts of all male disciples in the Blood Spirit Sect, and there are many suitors, but Senior Sister Luo Ning is cold, and for those suitors who are like flies, she just snorts coldly, and she doesn't look at them at all.

The blood disciple is also Luo Ning's suitor, he has a crush on his senior sister in his heart, because his talent is average, and his cultivation is not as good as Luo Ning's senior sister, so he is very inferior in his heart, and he doesn't dare to confess at all, so he can only have a crush in his heart.

Although he is not the most gifted one, the Blood Disciple is definitely the most diligent monk in the Blood Spirit Sect... Even the monks of other sects had to nod in admiration when they heard about his name as a blood disciple.

Blood disciples, in terms of cultivation, are very crazy about themselves, so they are also called "blood madmen!"

Today, he accepted the order of the sect master and went to the Shura Dao with Senior Sister Luo Ning to send the Blood Spirit Pill. Therefore, I have always been quite excited in my heart, but I don't know if I can break the silence between him and Senior Sister Luo Ning.

Luo Ning was dressed in emerald green clothes, but she was like a fairy, and the black ink on one end fell down, just using a qi ribbon to restrain the black hair on her head.

In her slender jade hand, she was carrying a Lingling Clear Water Sword, named "Qingshuang", which was the magic weapon of the Blood Spirit Sect, which showed that Luo Ning's status in the Blood Spirit Sect was absolutely unique.

She stood on the edge of the blood gourd with her sword in her hand, looking ahead, not knowing what she was thinking.

The blooddoers watched quietly, so beautiful... He sighed in his heart, then coughed lightly, and said with a red face: "Senior Sister Luo, where are we here?"

Luo Ning heard that the man named Blood Disciple behind her called herself, so she turned around, she had also heard the name of the Blood Disciple, and heard that this person was very hard and diligent, focusing on cultivation, if it wasn't for going to Shura Dao together this time, maybe she wouldn't have been able to see this junior brother at all.

Luo Ning was not disgusted with the blood disciples, but his face was as cold as ever, without a trace of joy, and said: "There are still tens of thousands of miles to reach the Shura Dao, this place should be Shuofang Ancient City..."

When she spoke, she didn't reject the coldness of thousands of miles away, but her natural temperament was so cold.

The willow eyebrows are crooked, and a handsome melon seed face, even if it is not angry, it is also a thin and angry meaning, cold, which is the first feeling that Luo Ning gives people.

However, this feeling can arouse the strong desire to conquer in the hearts of men, and the blood disciple is this kind of man with a strong desire.

His heart skipped a beat, as if it popped out of his mouth...

"Oh, is it?" the Blood Disciple forced himself to look a little calmer, but unfortunately he was a little younger after all.

The blood disciple has been cultivating for fifty years, and Luo Ning is only forty or fifty years...

The blood disciple racked his brains and wanted to say something to Senior Sister Luo, but after all, he couldn't think of it, and he couldn't help but curse himself in his heart, it was really okay.

After a moment of silence, the Blood Disciples finally thought of a common language.

"Senior Sister Luo, I heard that the Shura Dao is very huge, but the junior brother has never been there at all, can the senior sister tell the junior brother about the Shura Dao?" the blood disciple said cautiously, even listening to Senior Sister Luo's speech, he was very satisfied in his heart.

Hearing about Shura Dao, Luo Ning's face showed a look of yearning.

"Shura Dao?" Luo Ning muttered, she shook her head with a wry smile, "To be honest, I don't know much, but I just know that this Shura Dao is one of the three demon paths, and its power is very terrifying, and there are thousands of sects like our Blood Spirit Sect alone......"

"Shhh

"Shura Dao is definitely something we can't afford to mess with... Of course, the cultivation resources there are also very generous, and for ordinary disciples, they are much stronger than our Blood Spirit Sect. Luo Ning said enviously.

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