The blue sky, a layer of clouds like goose down swept the sky, and on the extremely high sky, the distorted blood-colored electric light brought a visible ripple from the sky across the sky, if you listen closely, you can still hear the roaring and grinding sound coming from tens of thousands of meters in the sky.

The blood-red python passed through the sky, and every breath could cross an area of nearly a hundred miles, such a terrifying speed, the blood-colored python rushed out of the white clouds like a dragon, leaving a long cloud line behind it.

Xuehe crossed his hands on his hips, standing on the head of the giant python with an arrogant and domineering face, his recent cultivation has made rapid progress, and his strength has grown so fast that it is enough to make any genius in the cultivation world embarrassed, plus the various spiritual objects that Han Chu brought out from the Netherworld Yellow Spring, in just one month, he has tended to be complete from the Jindan Dacheng realm.

Coupled with the Hundred Scales Blood Drinking Sword that Han Chu had put a lot of effort into in his hand, as well as the defensive treasure Blood Floating Slaughter, at this time, the strength of the Blood River was already regarded as the overlord of the cultivation world, of course, this was only relative to the cultivation world, in Han Chu Yuehua Village, the strength of the Blood River was still at the bottom of everyone, or he would not have contributed to fly with Han Chu's imperial sword.

"Boss, since you are going to attend the opening ceremony of the Ten Thousand Souls Immortal Sect, why don't you go with my master? The wind that can blow away the mountains and rocks is blowing in the face, but it only blows the ends of the blood river slightly, looking at the lotus mountain range that gradually appears in the distance, the blood river smells suspiciously.

"Opening the mountain and establishing a faction is a big deal, the other party will not cause trouble, if there are more people to go together, it will be suspected of coercion, but it is not good!" Han Chu looked at the black iron array in his hand, and said lightly without raising his head, the faint red sword light on his body was shining, but while studying the formation, he extracted the pure killing intent in the killing sword and refined the body.

The Killing Sword is a supreme killing vessel, although it is badly damaged and its power is extremely weak, but the pure killing intent with its destructive power is amazing, except for Han Chu, a freak with a strong body, no one dares to do such a crazy thing.

"Lotus Mountain Range!!" as it got closer. The blood river fought with both hands, and the luster of the Bailing Blood Drinking Sword, which was originally arrogant and domineering and dragged the thunder all the way, suddenly dimmed, and the roaring sound suddenly dissipated.

"Grandma's! There's a big guy coming out of here, and I'm not an opponent. "Look at the expanse below. Like hundreds of dragons hovering together on the chest of the mountains and rivers, the blood river muttered quietly, he is not a fool, running rampant in this kind of place is tantamount to digging his own grave.

"Taihao Mountain is known as the first peak in the world. But compared with this Lotus Mountain Range, it has fallen behind. Han Chu put away the array map in his hand, looked at the mountains and rivers under him, and sighed softly.

As far as the eye can see, the peaks that rise from the ground are like dark green barriers between heaven and earth, the mountains stretch for nearly a million miles, there are winds raging in them, poisonous fog is filled, there are countless fierce birds and beasts flying and roaring, and a breath of fierce and thick blood smell that permeates people rises from the mountains.

At this moment, the blood python at the foot of the blood river only dared to surround the mountainside of one mountain peak after another, and even then it had penetrated deep into the clouds. The aura in the mountains is very rich, and the miasma natural danger that is also nourished is also more permeable, the blood river carefully drives the flying sword, and occasionally a whirlwind poisonous mist flies in, and the blood river is hurriedly changing direction to dodge, where dare to confront these strange and dangerous things.

"What a group of crazy people, they actually opened a sect in such a ghost place!" his eyes stared at his surroundings without blinking, and the blood river kept letting out bursts of meaningless curses from his mouth.

Han Chu narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the mountains and rivers in front of him, a trace of seriousness flashed between his eyebrows. If it is true as the truth guesses, this Ten Thousand Spirits Immortal Sect is established by the demon clan, then although this place is dangerous for them, it is the most suitable cave heaven blessed land for the demon clan. All kinds of natural hazards in the mountains have become barriers, and there are countless powerful beasts in the mountains.

"The qi and blood in the mountains are very strong!" Ghost Wu, who was standing behind Han Chu, suddenly flashed a bloody color in his eyes, staring at the mountains and rivers below and said lightly, compared to Han Chu, the soul of a human being. Ghost warriors really have the bloodthirstiness of zombies.

As soon as Blood River's words fell, dozens of five-colored sword lights suddenly roared from the mountainside of a snow-capped mountain not far away, this attack came extremely suddenly, even Han Chu didn't notice it, Blood River was caught off guard, and most of the dozens of sword lights slammed fiercely on the blood python transformed by the Hundred Scales Blood Drinking Sword.

The blood python let out a low roar like a bull and a tiger, and countless waves of churning blood erupted from its body and turned into a thick barrier, blocking the dazzling sword light in the sky, but although the blood river was a golden pill at this time, it was also unable to hold four hands with two fists, and the blood python was knocked to the side and moved sideways, and slammed into a mountain peak.

"Damn! the mongrels of the Emperor Sword Palace, even if you dare to sneak attack your Grandpa Blood River!" Not to mention the Blood River, even Han Chu didn't expect that he didn't encounter a bloodthirsty and violent beast in this Lotus Mountain Range, but was sniped by the disciples of the Taihao Emperor Sword Palace.

Although the blood python was violently shaken, Han Chu was still sitting firmly on the python's back, and the ghost martial arts behind him also stood as straight as a javelin.

The clear sound of the sword roared rapidly from far to near, and dozens of slashing sword lights of various colors emerged from the mountainside of the snow-capped mountain, and they shot towards the blood python like a pack of wolves.

Han Chu frowned slightly, there were nearly fifty disciples of the Taihao Emperor Sword Palace, and nearly half of the Jindan monks, which could be regarded as a lot of strength, but such a team came to a place like the Lotus Mountain Range and ignored it, not to mention how could it take such an initiative to provoke the mighty blood python with such eyes.

"You little bastards, look for death!" Blood River roared angrily, and with a wave of his hands, the hundred-foot blood python under his body turned into countless clusters of flying swords, like a school of deep-sea fish, locusts after autumn, dense, covering the sky and the sun, and the surging sword rain turned into monstrous waves, facing dozens of sword lights at the same time.

"Evil demons are outside, everyone will be punished," a young man who was only seventeen or eighteen years old shouted excitedly, with sword light all over his body, and his face was eager to try, looking like a newborn calf was not afraid of tigers.

"It's the demon of the Red Blood Sect, set up the formation!" Rushing to the front was a young man dressed in white, obviously the leader of this group of people, naturally without the optimism of those ignorant disciples, in the face of the evil and domineering blood sword, his face couldn't help but turn pale, and he shouted loudly.

One after another sword light separated, dozens of sword cultivators differentiated sword light at the same time, the colorful sword net gossamer, the power was not at all under the blood river scarlet sword light and blood sea, hundreds of thousands of various sword lights condensed into a barrier, blocking the impact of the blood sword waves.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!" Blood River grinned, and with a wave of his palm, the scarlet fish scales sword light rose from the ground, turning into a scarlet horn whirlwind that enveloped the sword net barrier, like the most terrifying piranha school in the water, constantly gnawing off large pieces of flesh and blood from its prey.

"Ghost Martial Arts, fight quickly!" Han Chu raised his eyebrows and said lightly, the attack of this group of Taihao Emperor Sword Palace disciples was strange, although he had already used his divine thoughts to probe several times within a hundred miles and found nothing, but as his bloodline evolved, his instinct became stronger and stronger, but it made him feel a little uneasy.

"Yes!" Ghost Wu agreed indifferently, his body disappeared with a shock, and when he appeared, he was already next to the sword net barrier, wielding a dark spear with both hands, lifting the weight like a light, as if he was slowing down, and colliding with the thick sword net like a meteor.

It seemed to be smashing and smashing, but there was not much sound at the moment of collision with the sword net, and the body of the gun trembled rapidly, and in an instant, it seemed that there were hundreds of thousands of shadows of ghost martial arts wielding spears overlapping together, and in a dense and crisp sound of clanging, ghost martial arts easily broke through the sword formation with supreme martial arts.

Like a pack of tigers and wolves, wailing, being rushed to the side by the zombies with infinite power and strong martial arts, where can these young sword cultivators resist, between points, knocks, twists, and stabs, every time the dark spear is waved, it brings up a splash of blood.

In the crowd, the mouth of the ghost martial arts opened slightly, and the blood in the sky turned into a torrent of water into the mouth, and the corpse, before it fell to the ground, had completely dried up, and turned into ashes in the wind, although it was fierce and tyrannical, but it also revealed a strange peace, like a towering mountain, with an extraordinary bearing, which made people can't help but admire.

Ghost Wu's strength at this time, where can this group of young sword cultivators stop his rush, but just a breath, more than a dozen sword cultivators were sucked dry by Ghost Wu and died.

"! Ghost Warrior, you leave me some!"

The blood river cultivates the boundless secret method of the blood sea, and the essence and blood of these young sword cultivators are also nourishing for him, at this time, the ghost martial arts have already sucked more than a dozen people dry in just a breath, where can he still sit still, and use all his strength to control the flying sword, the fish scale sword light surrounded the four sword cultivators, and they continued to pierce in an instant, stabbing the four of them into flesh and mud, but it was strange that not a drop of blood was spilled.

The fishy aura was pervasive, the anger was deep, where could dozens of young sword cultivators stop the slaughter of the blood river and the ghost martial arts, and most of them had been damaged in an instant, Han Chu squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was ignoring everything in front of him.

At this moment, in the lush and verdant mountains and forests under everyone, two brilliant sword lights suddenly rushed out, one was magnificent, and the dazzling sword light of Wei Ling shot towards Han Chu fiercely with a terrible sword roar.

"Yang Xiuzhu, it's really you!" Han Chu sneered, the deepest hatred between Emperor Taihao Sword Palace and him was naturally none other than Yang Xiuzhu, although he didn't know what method Yang Xiuzhu used to hide his breath without leaking, but Han Chu had already prepared in his heart, and at this time, in the face of the attack of the Yuanyang Tongtian Sword, he was not the slightest panic.

A faint killing intent flashed in his eyes, and Han Chu didn't dodge, but instead flew up, raised his hand and clawed, his five fingers were like hooks, and he went to the Yang Cultivation Bamboo Yuanyang Tongtian Sword Claw.

And at the same time that Han Chu's claws were cultivating the bamboo sword light towards the sun, in the group of disciples who were struggling to resist the Ghost Martial Arts and the Blood River Massacre, a burly disciple of the Emperor Sword Palace had a faint smile on his face. (To be continued.) )