In the depths of the sword ruins, at the foot of a collapsed sword peak, among the corpses of dozens of mutant demon beasts, Wu Qianshu raised his head and smiled.

His white fingers were stuck into the head of a mutant demon with a sinister face, and blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.

Wu Qianshu's clothes scattered in the wind were already half an inch long red hair.

His aura is the same as that of a mutated demon beast, full of demonic energy, and extremely evil.

Walking under the Sword Peak, the demon beasts wandering around at this time ignored Wu Qianshu, as if they were like the same kind.

Feeling that he had reached the cultivation of the middle stage of foundation building, he said to himself fiercely: "Lin Fan, one day you will die in my hands, I seem to be able to feel the power in the sword ruins that make me addicted, when I get it, it will be your death!"

After walking around the Sword Peak a few times, Wu Qianshu looked disappointed, there was nothing he wanted here, even the blood of the mutated demon beasts was a little out of interest, and the blood of these demon beasts could no longer improve his cultivation.

Raising his eyes to look at the sword peak that was still standing in the center of the hundred miles, where was the only place he had not penetrated, he hesitated and strode towards the sword peak in the center.

Ever since he had sucked the blood of the mutant demon clan, there seemed to be some more changes in his body.

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi seemed to be clear in his eyes, and even the broken rune array hidden below the surface of the earth, he could instinctively avoid it.

Although there are some red hairs on the outside of his body that are the same as those of demon beasts, this also makes him feel like no one in the sword ruins.

In the dark, he felt that in this ruin of the ruins of the sword, there was a kind of power that could make him extremely powerful.

After absorbing the blood of a lot of mutant demon beasts, the "forgetfulness" magic skill in the sea of knowledge actually has a feeling of perfection.

The "Forgetfulness" magic skill obtained from the "Cutting the Moon" sword was actually half of it, and if he could get the lower half in the sword ruins, then he would definitely be able to soar into the sky.

Bypassing a magic circle with broken runes, he suddenly saw thousands of demon beasts silently marching in front of him.

In the claws of each demon beast, there is some human flesh and blood, as if they want to go somewhere to sacrifice.

Wu Qianshu carefully observed for a while, could it be that there were more powerful demon beasts in the sword ruins, and it was impossible for these demon beasts to worship themselves.

Will the reason why the demon beast mutated is related to the scene in front of him, thinking of the power in the blood of the demon beast that can make the "forgetfulness" magic skill perfect, Wu Qianshu, took off the robe on his body, revealing the red hair all over his body, and followed behind this group of demon beasts, he wanted to find out, with his current appearance, he didn't have to worry about being recognized by the mutated demon beast.

The road was silent, all the demon beasts seemed to be very careful, it was not that the eyes of the demon beasts swept over Wu Qianshu, along the way, there would always be groups of demon beasts gathering here.

When they saw Wu Qianshu with empty hands, a smile of disdain appeared on the cheeks of human beings.

At this time, there was a dense sound of footsteps behind Wu Qianshu, and he hurriedly dodged behind a rock several people high.

The divine consciousness in the sword ruins was strongly suppressed, and the divine consciousness of the foundation building realm would be suppressed in the body and could not be released, he pressed his cheek against the stone wall and looked at it

Hundreds of feet away, the dead air was rolling, and there was a faint group of monks walking here, listening carefully to the footsteps, and there were dozens of people.

Because the demon beast in front of Wu Qianshu walked quietly, this made the monk not aware of the danger ahead.

Thinking of the demon beast's disdainful smile at him, Wu Qianshu understood that it was the demon beast ridiculing him for not having sacrifices.

Wu Qianshu opened his mouth and spit out a puff of scarlet smoke to cover his body, since there was a sacrifice sent to the door, he must not miss it, he raised his hand and shot a stone at the demon group not far away.

Among the monks behind the demon beast, the smug cheeks were full of smiles, and one of them was Wu Qianshu's younger brother Wu Qiansen.

At this time, he looked at the monks around him with a smug face and said: "It is said that the sword ruins are the place of life and death, I can't see it, although we are one step later than others, but I haven't been able to meet a demon beast, look at those foundation building monks who have just returned with broken wings, they are really waste, and the opportunity to come to the sword ruins will belong to me and others, I am excited to think about it."

The crowd around complimented: "It's still Wu Shao is smart, or I'll go to some town demon tower to practice, where are there many treasures in the sword ruins, you look at us and I have found some rare metals, and I'm afraid I can make a fortune when I turn around the mountain gate!"

Just as everyone was looking at and talking, a dense demon roar resounded.

The dead air in front of him rolled like ocean waves, and the smoke hundreds of feet away boiled like water.

Scarlet figures flew out like arrows, and demon beasts with human faces broke through the mist.

Dozens of low-level cultivators panicked, their bodies weakened, and their trembling hands couldn't even pull out the long sword in their hands.

The demon beast swept like the wind, and the terrible howl continued to sound.

Wu Qianshu had a sinister smile on his face, and hurriedly flashed away like a demon beast.

The time has come for the sacrifices, and he is having trouble with them, and the monks have come at the right time.

Looking at the fallen monks, Wu Qianshu was anxious, there were too many demons, and he was afraid that he would not even have a chance to take a mouthful of soup if he took a slow step.

A cloud of scarlet mist flashed on the ground, and at this time, only a few of the dozens of cultivators were still running backwards.

Wu Qianshu's cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building exploded with all his strength, and his white palm suddenly grabbed the throat of a cultivator.

At the same time, dozens of demon beasts landed beside him at the same time, as if they wanted to snatch the prey in his hands.

Wu Qianshu roared like a demon beast, shocking the demon beast that wanted to come forward.

A hideous face looked at the prey in his hand.

"Brother, is that you? save me, I'm Qiansen!"

Wu Qianshu's hideous face was stunned, and an extremely familiar face came into view.

Wu Qiansen, his brother, is his own brother who has admired him immensely since he was a child.

The white fingers pinched his brother's throat, making his crying voice hoarse.

At this time, more and more demon beasts surrounded them, and their greedy eyes seemed to be suspicious of Wu Qianshu.

At this time, Wu Qiansen burst into tears, looked at the red-haired Wu Qianshu and shouted frantically: "Help me, I will never leak the things here, you are my biological brother!"

Wu Qianshu's struggling eyes suddenly darkened, and then a trace of madness flashed.

He looked at his younger brother who was struggling in his hands, leaned his cheek down to his ear and whispered: "There is a great opportunity in front of my brother, I must not miss it, as the old saying goes, brothers are used to sell."

Wu Qianshu roared wildly, his fingers suddenly buckled, Wu Qiansen's throat suddenly shattered, and the palm that was tightly gripping Wu Qianshu's arm slowly slipped down.

A pair of big eyes stared at Wu Qianshu's cheeks, as if he wanted to keep this brother who had admired him since he was a child in his heart.

It's a pity that he died, his eyes were wide open, and he didn't blink a blind eye.