Since Zhao Le came to the room arranged by Aoki Daoren, he felt very wrong, his body was a little weak, Zhao Le didn't care about it, he just thought he was too tired, so Zhao Le lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Aoki Daoren, of course, there will be nothing wrong, and he didn't leave Zhao Le to repay the so-called kindness of saving his disciple!

He had this idea when he saw the two storage bags on Zhao Le's waist, not to mention what was inside, just those two storage bags were worth his hands on Aoki Daoren.

Because of this, Aoki Daoren deliberately arranged Zhao Le next to his small courtyard, which was very quiet and the disciples would not come here, and of course he Aoki Daoren didn't want the disciples to know that he was the kind of ungrateful person.

And there is also a formation in that courtyard that is specially used to do some unsightly things.

By midnight, it was already the best time for Aoki Michito to plan, and there was no problem with the tea that Aoki Michito gave to Zhao Le, but with the incense in this room, there was a big problem.

By the middle of the night, Zhao Le had already slept soundly.

Aoki took the sword and quietly came to Zhao Le's bed, and Zhao Le didn't know at all.

Aoki Daoren's sword did not stab Zhao Le's heart, he planned to stab the heart, but at the moment when he took out the sword, a sudden coldness struck, and Aoki Daoren shuddered and stabbed crookedly.

Aoki Daoren wanted to quickly make up for the second sword, but Zhao Le had already opened his eyes!

Seeing those eyes, Aoki Daoren instantly softened in fright on the side of the bed, it was not a pair of eyes that a normal cultivator had, it was a pair of blood-red eyes, like an ancient beast.

Looking at the wound on Zhao Le's chest again, there seemed to be red silk entangled, as if it was sewing up Zhao Le's wound, and Zhao Le's wound strangely did not shed a drop of blood.

At this time, Zhao Le was not at all the handsome and shy young man that Aoki Daoren saw during the day, revealing coldness and strangeness everywhere.

Zhao Le looked at Aoki Daoist coldly, according to Aoki Daoren's cultivation, it was easy for him to kill Zhao Le, but now he was so frightened that he couldn't stand at all, it was really terrifying, Aoki Daoren felt that what was standing in front of him was not a person, but a demon, an ancient demon beast, bloodthirsty for thousands of years, and it was not something ordinary cultivators could deal with.

Zhao Le's movements were very slow, he slowly sat up straight, and did not deal with Aoki Daoren for the first time, but wanted to turn his head and look at the room.

Michito Aoki looked at the demon in front of him as if he hadn't noticed him, and he crept quietly to leave.

Zhao Le glanced at the crawling Aoki Daoren, didn't pay attention to him at the first time, he just slowly walked to the windowsill, opened the window, looked outside, and then took out a flying sword from the storage bag, the flying sword flicked, and nailed the Aoki Daoist to the door, the Aoki Daoist did not die, the sword passed through the chest, and the aura in the Aoki Dao human body seemed to be attracted by something to fly out, and his cultivation was also declining.

When Michito Aoki realized this, his face turned pale with fright, what the hell was going on, why did a simple act of killing and robbing things happen so reversed when he stabbed that sword.

And where did that trace of cold air come from? Aoki Daoren was sure that the person in front of him was no longer Zhao Le.

Suddenly, Zhao Le covered his head, pressed his temples tightly, and rolled screaming, as if he had been greatly stimulated. The eyes are also white and red.

In Zhao Le's sea of knowledge, a bloody figure sat there with a can't see his face clearly, he was still glowing with blood, and the blood light was eating away at the white light in Zhao Le's sea of knowledge, and at the other end, a white person was sitting there, it was a shrunken Zhao Le.

And this shrunken Zhao Le's face was full of pain.

Suddenly, the bloody man spoke, his voice seemed to be far and near, big and small, "It is your blessing that the deity chooses you, don't hurry up and hand over your **, you weak ant, you don't deserve to have a body at all." When the strength of the deity recovers, I will find a good body for you."

The white Zhao Le didn't speak, just resisted silently, and suddenly the blood on the bloody man shone brightly.

Zhao Le stood up again, but his eyes were still bloodshot, and the expression on his face was still cold.

Zhao Le walked to Aoki Daoren's side, pulled out his sword, and with a wave of his left sleeve, an enchantment-like thing broke in the sky above the small courtyard, Zhao Le was another sword, and Aoki Daoren let out a miserable howl, which resounded through the sky.

Immediately, the blood on Aoki Daoren's body was sucked out by Zhao Le's hands, and then compressed into a pill-like thing, and then Zhao Le took it.

"Phew, there's a lot of impurities. ”

After a while, the small courtyard was surrounded by the disciples of the Aoba Gate, and Zhao Le raised his eyes and let out a strange laugh.

Zhao Le rushed into the crowd with a sword, and every time he killed a person, Zhao Le practiced a blood pill to serve, and the speed was very fast, how could the disciples of the Aoba Gate have seen such a battle, at first they were frightened and lost their souls, and gradually the game people came back to their senses, and then began to run away, a game of cat and mouse unfolded in the Aoba Gate, however, once caught, there was only one side that died.

As Zhao Le killed more people, he refined more and more blood pills, and his aura became stronger and stronger, and he soon broke through the cultivation qi and became a foundation-building cultivator.

The current Zhao Le is no longer the original Zhao Le.

Zhao Le killed people all the way, practiced the blood pill all the way, and soon the disciples of the Qingye Sect were about to be completely slaughtered.

"Senior Brother Fan He, what the hell is going on, how can this be, how did that person become like this?" They were very lucky, Fan He was in poor health, and he didn't go fast, and when they hadn't arrived, Zhao Le's massacre had already begun, fortunately, Fan He's reaction was very fast, he quickly pulled Mo Xiaohua and escaped, fortunately, Fan He was an old comrade of this Qingye Gate, and soon he found a hiding place.

Coincidentally, Zhong Shi and Lu Shang were also here.

Mo Xiaohua was very excited at first when she saw Lu Shang, and when she saw Zhong Shi, she instantly practiced and pulled down.

Zhong saw all of this in his eyes, and he just bowed his head silently and did not speak.

They hid here until dawn, they didn't know what was going on outside, they decided to go out and have a look, in case the head was gone, and there were disciples who didn't die and could be saved, so they couldn't hide here all the time, so they decided to come out and have a look.

When deciding to come out, Mo Xiaohua said in a weird way, "Some timid people can choose not to go out, no one blames you"

Zhong Shi, knowing who he was talking about, Zhong Shi just didn't speak, and followed silently.

But when they came out, Mo Xiaohua screamed out from the scene in front of them.

There were corpses all over the ground, all bloodless, some had no heads, some had missing arms and legs, almost none of the corpses were complete, Mo Xiaohua's scream frightened Fan He and quickly covered her mouth.

Because I can't be sure if the touch is gone.

After a while, they felt safe, so they walked towards the hall, the scene along the way frightened Mo Xiaohua's face pale, when they came to the hall, there were already a few disciples here, if they were trembling.

After seeing Fan He, they all saluted and asked, "Senior Brother Fan He, what's going on, ...... that devil?"

"Senior brother calm down first, at this time, we have to think about the long term, now we also know that the sect called Zhao Le, when the time comes, we will go to some big sects and ask them to make decisions for us, of course this matter will not be just settled, destroy the sect." Fan He looked at the few people beside him, and he was very sad.

"But now it's imperative to save our lives first, otherwise everything is out of the question, okay, we can't stay in this place for long, let's find a place to hide for a while. After Fan He finished speaking, he led everyone to leave the hall.

Fan He decided to leave the Aoba Gate first, lest the demon turn back, but how could they be sure that Zhao Le was gone?

When they eagerly came to the sect's gate, they saw the figure they least wanted to see.