At a depth of ninety meters underground, it was originally pitch black, but it lit up with a dark red light.

There was a huge pool of blood here, and a middle-aged woman looked at the continuous flow of blood and the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls above the blood pool.

There are some powerful ghosts with deep resentment and some monks who have cultivated some soul supernatural powers before their deaths, and they are resentful and want the woman to pounce, but there seems to be a shield on the woman's body that can only touch the woman's side.

At this time, a young man wearing the costume of an elder of the Dengxian Hall quietly came, he seemed to have no legs, and he was very supernatural.

He lowered his head and didn't dare to look at the woman, and said, "In the qi training field, a person named Liu Ye caused a struggle," concise and to the point.

The woman said, "Then let them fight, my blood array of thousands of ghosts and thousands of souls needs some fresh souls for a while."

The man nodded and drifted away.

The woman looked down, her long blood-red hair as if it was about to touch the whirlpool in the middle of the pool of blood. He muttered, "When are you going to be full?"

A message circulated inside the Dengxian Hall from the venue during the Qi cultivation period, and the number of foundation building monks who were stationed to maintain the rules seemed to have been greatly reduced.

And someone blatantly killed a person on the street, but no one knew, and the other party's friend informed the Dengxian Hall that he was captured and killed within an hour.

Someone with a heart has already acted, this is the perfect killing season, and some people are also crazy about the three thousand spirit stones.

Some people have joined for half a year, and after this happened, they quickly disappeared, and it can be said that Feixiang Island is full of killing at this time.

The storm is coming.

Liu Pian shuttled through the narrow alley, the magic pattern loomed on his body, his whole body was bleeding, the bone joints on his fist had been broken to expose the bare bones, the weapon in his hand had been changed many times, and now only this willow leaf scimitar in his hand was getting more and more comfortable, this is not a magic weapon but hard enough.

This is already the third day, and after taking an elixir that I don't know who is swallowing, Liu Pian turned around and there was only one person left behind who had been following unhurriedly.

Huo Ming fell far behind Liu Pian, he witnessed all of Liu Pian's entire journey, and Huo Ming was also frightened.

There were sixteen monks who followed Liu Pian along the way, and Liu Pian's spiritual power had already been used up, and then he used the flame to freeze Lu Shen, who was ranked in the hundredth, into powder.

And the remaining ten people died in Liu Pian's fist, and on various weapons, five people were hooked out of the heart by the scimitar, and one person was almost beaten to pieces by him.

But Huo Ming still chased here, he was born timid, but sometimes he was bold, the reward of three thousand spirit stones was enough for himself to give it a try, and it was not luck that a casual cultivator could reach the ninth level of qi cultivation, but by his prudence and ruthlessness.

A long knife exuding a faint evil aura was taken out by Huo Ming, he knew that he was going to make a move, and after a while, he regained his strength and spiritual power, and the one who died was himself, and if someone found this place, the three thousand spirit stones might not be his own, and now was the best time to kill.

The long knife is very long, almost an inch longer than an ordinary knife, this is Huo Ming broke the seal on a desert island and took it out, but he generally doesn't dare to use it, because it is too evil.

But at this time, Huo Ming stretched out his wrist and held it on the long knife, as if he had come to life, this was a blood sacrifice, and the white body of the long knife stretched out the blood vessels, as if it had life.

The light of the knife flickered, driving Huo Ming almost several times faster, as if it was a ghost.

"Poof" is the sound of a knife piercing into flesh.

But it didn't pierce the heart, Liu Pian just moved the moment the knife entered his body.

Huo Ming was a little scared, the strange aura of the sword body did not eat the flesh and soul of people when he was facing the enemy before.

However, he did not hesitate to take out his other hand, and a dagger quickly slashed towards Liu Pian's head.

"Poof" The knife with aura did not cut the hand bone at all.

Huo Ming could see strange black lines, stretching between the miserable white finger bones.

It was one of the last two things he would ever see in this life.

Because a lancet had cut off his head, and the blood was like a fountain, he finally saw a very familiar but very affectionate figure playing with the bloody fountain.

Liu Pian stood against the wall, his breath was very chaotic, but the hand holding the willow leaf scimitar was very tight, and he didn't dare to move, so it can be said that he was the most injured this time.

Leaning against the wall, the group of people will not be able to come for a while, this place is already extremely remote.

Holding a bag of pills with a scimitar and pouring them into his mouth, he let the spiritual power collide in his body, and spit out two mouthfuls of black blood in succession, Liu Pian had a little strength, and used the lancet to pick out a black powder and drip it on the corpse.

The corpse turned into a puddle of white water and seeped into the ground.

Liu Pian picked another piece of powder, touched it at the knife wound, and stopped the bleeding.

Liu Pian held on to the wall, knowing that he saw a sealed dilapidated house, turned in, and a smell of animal skins flowed into Liu Pian's nose, but Liu Pian didn't care about turning into a space inside, so he couldn't hold on and fainted.

At this time, monks also appeared outside the small harbor, looking for them along the breath and bloodstains、、、、、。

The magic pattern on Liu Pian's body changed again, and this magic pattern was very weird, as if the more you kill, the more you fight, the more you are injured, and the faster it grows between the bones.

The magic pattern continued to extend from the black lines that were originally only the size of a little finger on the bones, constantly elongating and deforming, and the bones of the body were constantly strengthened, and the medicinal power was also consumed in the process of strengthening.

The strange long knife had been deeply pierced into the bones, and the strange aura was constantly attacking, Liu Pian's heart, Liu Pian's face was pale as if it was white paper.

However, with the recovery of spiritual power, the strange aura seemed to be like a mouse seeing a cat, withdrawing from its heart and guarding this long knife.

And the lines are constantly changing between the bones, and the evil qi on this knife is like encountering a delicacy, and the greedy devouring demon pattern continues to grow.

Huo Ming actually relied mainly on the top of this demon knife, but he didn't expect to be restrained, Liu Pian had two powers in his body.

The demon pattern is ruthless and vicious, and the nameless spiritual power is weird and domineering, and the strange aura on the demon knife is subdued.

The blade of the knife visibly became decayed, as if the sound of sighing came, and the blade became rusty, and there was no trace of evil qi anymore.

The magic pattern was followed by this one that turned into a strange three-headed snake pattern.

Slim and slender.

Hovering around Liu Pian's bones.