Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Night of the Killing

"Zao Wou-ki, take your life!" the gray-robed old man rushed towards Zao Wou-Ki without hesitation, and at the same time a silver dagger slashed at Zao Wou-Ki's neck in a strange arc.

"Old dog, you are looking for death!" Zhao Wuji's face froze, and the sword in his hand erupted into a burst of controversy, and the dazzling and fiery golden-red sword qi suddenly shone up.

"Taishang Qing Xuan Sword Technique, one sword seals the sky!"

Zhao Wou-Ki and the gray-robed old man collided hard-to-head, and the huge and violent energy shockwave directly swept the gray-robed old man out, the gray-robed old man spat blood, his face was extremely pale, and in the process, the only five remaining Void Transformation Realm monks who were watching took the opportunity to make a move, and the violent and powerful vitality fluctuations were divided into five directions and attacked Zhao Wouji at the same time.

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, the figure is flashing, and the vitality is soaring.

"Puff ......"

The five Void Realm monks who wanted to attack and kill Zhao Wouji all died under Zhao Wouji's sword, and the remaining Void Realm monks were so frightened that they didn't dare to take a step forward, they all retreated to the side, if it weren't for the existence of the gray-robed old man, the Void Yuan Realm monk, who gave them a little more confidence, they would have fled a long time ago.

On the current battlefield, only Zhao Wuji and the gray-robed old man who had the early stage cultivation of the Void Yuan Realm remained.

The gray-robed old man trembled and slowly got up from the ground, the opponent was too strong, not an opponent at all, and at the same time, he couldn't explain that the embarrassed Zhao Wouji, who had been chased and killed by his own side a few days ago, now dared to face his main force head-on, and there were two powerful Void Yuan Realm cultivators in this main force, and now they were about to become Zhao Wouji's sword ghosts.

The gray-robed old man only felt that his internal organs were like a mess of paste, and the pain was incomparable, he endured the pain on his body, stood up in embarrassment, and fell on Zhao Wouji with a pair of incredulous and surprised eyes, and shouted: "How is this possible, how can you become so strong, you can only cultivate in the Void Realm at most!"

"Everything is possible, I don't want to kill you, you all get out while I haven't changed my mind!" Zao Wou-Ki waved his sleeves and turned around to leave, while the little bald donkey, who had not made a move, stuck out his tongue at the gray-robed old man and followed behind Zao Wou-Ki.

The current Zao Wou-Ki will not regard them as opponents at all, these people are just lackeys who are ordered by others, and they are not worthy of his killers at all, what Zao Wou-Ki really wants to kill is Liang Hongyun and Teng Hai.

"Wuji children are leaving!" When Zhao Wou-Ki turned around, the gray-robed old man shouted, endured the injuries on his body, rushed his legs, and attacked Zao Wou-Ki like lightning, and continuously hit two waves of slashing rocks, and the fist directly hit the defenseless Zao Wou-ki.

Zao Wouji's entire body suddenly shook, his skin and flesh were suddenly shattered by this violent energy, and he could clearly see two blood-red fist marks behind him, and a trace of blood overflowed from the cracks of the fist marks.

"How is this possible!" The gray-robed old man's eyes widened in disbelief again, the power of his fists was enough to beat a Void Transformation Realm monk into powder, even a Void Yuan Realm monk would be seriously injured, but in the face of Zhao Wouji, he couldn't even penetrate Zhao Wouji's body with his vitality, and with his full strength, the other party not only did not dodge, but the injuries he suffered were only flesh wounds.

"Kill!" Those monks who only had the cultivation of the Void Yuan Realm, as soon as they saw that Zao Wou-Ki was injured, in order to get lucky fortune and power, they rushed towards Zao Wou-Ki like crazy, they seemed to think that Zao Wou-Ki was no longer able to hit the full force of a Void Yuan Realm cultivator, so now is the best time to get great merit and rewards.

"Your uncle, it's so difficult to be a good person!" Zhao Wouji scolded angrily, and immediately turned around, the long sword in his hand horizontal.

"Taishang Qing Xuan Sword Method, Liangyi Taiji Sword. ”

Rigidity and softness, the gray-robed old man, and the seven monks who rushed to the front were all shrouded in the attack range of the Liangyi Taiji Sword in an instant, and immediately one by one, the body was shocked, the seven holes were bleeding, and the internal organs were destroyed.

"Okay, since you insist on looking for death, then I will fulfill you!" Zao Wou-ki's long sword danced into the group, and immediately blood splattered, and the severed limbs and remnants flew all over the sky.

At the same time, the little bald donkey also turned into a golden body and rushed into the crowd, fighting unscrupulously.

The massacre, it was a bloody massacre, the surrounding flowers and trees were stained red with blood, and even the morning fog that filled the morning was not white but blood-red.

This massacre was killed from early morning to noon and from sunny noon to rainy night, Zao Wou-Ki finally killed the monks who were chasing him in the mountains and forests, and he didn't know how many he killed, in short, the lives that died at the hands of Zao Wou-Ki today were thousands.

The rainy night in the mountains and forests is extra gloomy and cold, the unknown monsters howl between the mountains and forests, the rain rustles on the branches and leaves, and the rain is getting heavier and heavier in the second half of the night, and the drizzle finally becomes a pouring rain, a water curtain between heaven and earth, and the whole mountain forest is plunged into a world of water.

Zao Wou-Ki sat cross-legged on a huge rock, letting the rain wet his body, and in less than a day, those monks who were chasing him were almost completely killed by himself, there were two Void Yuan Realm monks, fifty-six Void Realm monks, more than three hundred Void True Realm monks, and countless Spiritual Silence Realm and Spirit Realm monks, adding up to thousands of people.

If these masters are placed in Xingyuanzhou, any one of them can become a hero and a hero.

However, these people, who are known as the most elite people in Xieyang Prefecture, were slaughtered by Zao Wou-Ki in one day.

Zao Wou-Ki also killed people to the point of softness, although his cultivation and combat power increased several times, but this continuous fighting also made his strength gradually depleted.

Until the evening of the next day, the rainy sky had long been gone, and in exchange for a sky of burning clouds, Zao Wou-Ki had fully recovered, and at this moment he had completely recovered to his peak state, and after quietly breathing for about a day, he opened his eyes in a different way, and the two substantial golden lights flashed.

Under the dusk, a terrifying shadow passed through the layers of mountains and forests, and gradually approached the arranged tents in the mountains, although the murderous aura was subdued, but an indescribable oppressive atmosphere had filled the entire mountain forest.

Zao Wou-Ki held a sharp sword, and his whole person was like a ghost, silent, and approached with light steps.

The place where Zao Wou-Ki came was one of the two exits of this mountain forest, and it was also the area where Teng Hai was located.

It was getting late, the stars and the moon were hanging in the sky, and I saw that many monks in the camp in front of them began to doze off after they had eaten and drunk, and some vigilant monks also chatted and laughed with their companions absentmindedly, completely unaware that the scythe of death had been placed on their necks.

Zao Wou-Ki completely reined in his aura and tried his best to achieve the realm of selflessness, although there was a murderous intent in his heart, but the murderous aura did not leak a bit.

In a matter of moments, the gods unknowingly killed six monks in charge of guarding in a row, and gradually approached Teng Hai's camp.

The sharp long sword silently slashed through a huge and luxurious camp tent, and in an instant, blood splattered, staining most of the camp tent red, and the heads of the three sleeping masters had already landed.

Zao Wou-Ki quietly fled, like a ghost, came to another camp, and with a wave of his long sword, the camp was torn, blood was splashed, and people's heads rolled to the ground!

In this silent night, there is a ghost-like shadow wandering silently in the mountains and forests, and the whole mountain forest is filled with a breath of death.

Zao Wou-Ki wanted to secretly attack Teng Hai's camp and kill him for a hundred, but every time he went to the camp tent, Teng Hai had the highest status, but he gave the most luxurious, largest, and most well-equipped tent to others to sleep in, and Teng Hai's own camp was exactly the same as the camp of the lowest monk, and it was difficult to find Teng Hai's location among so many camps.

It's another night of blood and slaughter, and a grim reaper-like shadow is harvesting life with impunity.

Zao Wou-Ki knew that once the assassination failed, he and Teng Hai would definitely have a fierce battle, and now Zao Wou-Ki did not have full confidence to dare to fight Teng Hai, and it would be best to assassinate him.

In these luxurious tents are some Void Realm cultivators, who will definitely become their biggest obstacle when the time comes, and last night's battle made Zao Wou-Ki know that in the face of these people, he either don't provoke them, or cut down the grass and eradicate the roots, and kill them all!

Zhao Wuji had already opened the fifth tent, and nearly a dozen Void Realm cultivators' heads had already fallen to the ground.

At this time, Zao Wou-Ki no longer had mercy, guilt, and only endless killing.

Since people want to kill you, then you can kill you back!

When he opened the sixth tent, it was unfortunate that there was an Void Realm monk in this tent who was not sleeping but was wiping the sword in his hand, and the bloodstained long sword in Zao Wouji's hand fell on the floor of the camp tent, and all of a sudden, the Void Realm monk instantly stopped wiping the sword, and immediately got up and shouted: "Who is coming, dare to trespass into the camp without permission!"

A burst of shouts sounded in the endless dark night, and the first to wake up was naturally another Void Realm monk who lived in the same tent, and then the entire camp was in an instant uproar, accompanied by the sound of weapons "whooshing".

After a while, the entire camp was illuminated by countless torches, and the light of the same torches also illuminated the tent where Zao Wou-Ki was.

The light of the torches also completely illuminated Zao Wou-Ki's figure and appearance, and the two people in the tent finally saw Zao Wou-Ki's face clearly.

"It's Zao Wou-ki, kill him quickly!" With a roar of rage, the two Void Transformation Realm cultivators rushed at the same time.

In addition, the people in the camp also found that more than a dozen camp tents had been opened, and blood flowed from the inside of the camp tents to the outside, and a strong smell of blood filled the entire camp.

The blood was extra red and dazzling under the light of the fire, and at the same time, everyone felt a strong breath of death, and then the light of the torch in their hands, everyone clearly saw what was happening in front of them.

The tents were broken, heads were rolling, and blood was everywhere......

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