For hundreds of years, the Demon Hunting Mountain Range has been a special place for the cultivation sect on this continent to assess disciples.

Every year, there are disciples of various sects to be assessed here, and the three largest sects are: Jietian Pavilion, Moon God Temple, and Dao Sect.

There are also hundreds of disciples of other sects who will also be routinely assessed here, but these sects cannot be compared to the disciples of those three major sects.

When these disciples of the Little Cultivation True Sect arrived here, they could only resign themselves to their fate. In fact, this assessment is also very simple, that is, the disciples participating in the assessment must find ten magic pills above the fifth order.

As for the method of use, there is no limit, whether it is to kill the demonic beast by oneself or snatch it from other disciples. As long as you can take out ten fifth-order or higher Warcraft Demon Pills on the day of the assessment, you will be able to pass guò.

It is precisely because of such assessment rules that some disciples of other sects die every year at the hands of disciples in the hands of the three major sects, which also creates chaos in this mountain range.

Those disciples who were able to come here were all carefully selected by various sects, but very few of them were able to return alive in the end.

There were hundreds of disciples of the Heavenly Pavilion who participated in this year's assessment, and eleven of them attracted the most attention. The cultivation of these eleven people was at least in the early stage of the cave void, which made the disciples of the other sects even more miserable.

When Zhang Hao really set foot in this mountain range, he felt the cruelty in it. Along the way, he saw no less than ten waves of bloody slaughter between sects.

One of them almost affected himself, and if he hadn't used the escape method to hide in time, I am afraid that he would not be able to stand here and watch the massacre in the forest now.

His gaze turned to him, and a white-shirted young man slowly pulled out the long sword from the woman opposite him with an indifferent expression at this moment, and red blood suddenly gushed out of his body.

The girl in the green shirt looked at him in disbelief, and after a moment, she smiled miserably, and her body fell.

The man in the white shirt only sneered disdainfully, bent down and took off the ring he was wearing from her hand, looked at it, and put it away with a smile.

Scenes like this can be seen everywhere in this mountain range, and those weak disciples of the Xiuzhen Sect can only be reduced to the sharpening stone of that transcendent power when they arrive here.

"The person who picked up the Heavenly Pavilion?"

Looking at the white-shirted young man who slowly walked out of the forest, especially the misty mountain peak pattern on his body, the corner of Zhang Hao's mouth lifted a cold smile.

This was his first hunt since entering the Demon Hunting Mountain Range, and he had been eyeing the man in white for about a long time, and finally decided to do it after using his soul power to detect and find that there was no one else nearby.

After the Heavenly Pavilion chased him three or four times, this trip to the Demon Hunting Mountain Range should charge some interest.

"Are you a disciple of the Heavenly Pavilion?"

Just as the young man in white shirt had just walked out of the forest, a light laugh suddenly sounded behind him.

Hearing this voice, his footsteps only paused slightly, and he smiled without looking back: "There is another one who is not afraid of death!"

Seeing that he didn't deny it, Zhang Hao nodded slightly, and said in his heart: "In the early stage of Yuanying, since you have encountered it, then you can go under the knife!"

After he nodded, the white-shirted young man also slowly turned around, and when he saw the figure shrouded in a dark gray cloak, he was slightly stunned, and then said with a playful smile: "Aren't you a disciple of those garbage sects?"

"You don't need to know this!"

However, at this moment, Zhang Hao's palm slowly lifted and stretched out, and the majestic spiritual power condensed in the palm of his hand.

"Hey, when did Sanxiu dare to come to this Demon Hunting Mountain Range, I really don't know whether to live or die!"

The white-shirted young man smiled slightly, the corners of his mouth lifted a cold arc, and the long sword in his hand trembled slightly under the infusion of spiritual power. Seeing him, he sneered at Zhang Hao, and his body slashed down with a flicker: "It's just a loose cultivation in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, and he dares to run rampant in front of me and look for death!"

"Then see if you have what it takes. ”

Seeing this guy's sudden move, Zhang Hao also smiled coldly, and rushed towards him. Majestic spiritual power surged in the palm of his hand, and then a palm slapped down angrily towards him.

The huge palm power instantly enveloped his body, and the transparent air fragments were like sharp blades, cutting through the body protection spiritual power on the white-shirted young man's body.

"Tiangang Sword!"

Seeing this palm so terrifying, the white-shirted young man's eyes showed a look of surprise. Suddenly shouted angrily, and the long sword suddenly swelled out of a white sword gang more than a meter long, and immediately slashed down.

The white sword gang tore through the air lightly, and the hard mountain and rocky ground was instantly cut out of a deep ravine under this sword gang.

However, Zhang Hao's figure shook slightly, and then appeared behind him, and the palm containing majestic spiritual power suddenly smashed down angrily.

"It's fast, but it's not enough in front of me!"

A sword slashed into the air, and after a hint of surprise appeared in the eyes of the white-shirted young man, he suddenly turned around and slashed out with a long sword. The sharp sword almost slashed against Zhang Hao's body.

"The sword is good, it should be a low-grade spiritual weapon!" Looking down at the sword mark left on his chest, Zhang Hao smiled solemnly.

For this evaluation of him, the white-shirted young man just snorted lightly, his body turned, and the long sword slashed down at him again, and the sharp sword gang then blocked all his retreats.

Seeing this, the cold light in Zhang Hao's eyes flickered slightly, and the majestic spiritual power suddenly condensed into the palm of his hand, and he immediately fought with him with a pair of fleshy palms.

The figures of the two of them kept flashing and moving in the field, and the fierce palm power and sharp sword gang slammed the ground around them.

A dull voice suddenly came from among the two, and Zhang Hao's figure stabilized after taking three steps back in succession. Looking at the white-shirted young man again, he staggered back a little and took dozens of steps before he could stand still.

And on the ground where his footsteps had stood, a series of deep footprints were left behind. The white-shirted young man looked at the figure on the other side that was always shrouded in a dark gray cloak, and frowned slightly: "Who are you?"

From the short fight just now, he sensed that the other party's cultivation was far above him, but the divine sense detection told him that this person was only in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, which had to make him wonder.

"Kill all the people you who took over the disciples of the Heavenly Pavilion!"

Zhang Hao smiled slightly, his figure swept out again, and a palm blasted towards him.

The white-shirted young man's eyes froze, and he sneered: "What a crazy tone, I want to see how you ......"

But before he could finish speaking, he felt a flower in front of him, and the dark gray figure disappeared.

Seeing this, he didn't even think about it, and the long sword in his hand suddenly swept out behind his back. With a bang, a huge force came from the long sword.

Just when he thought that this sword had succeeded, a huge and fiery energy suddenly surged from behind him, and a feeling of weakness suddenly spread from his body.

"Poof!"

Fierce silver flames suddenly rose from the white-shirted young man's body, and the terrifying temperature instantly turned him into ashes. Zhang Hao's eyes were indifferent and he picked up the lower grade spirit weapon long sword from the ground: "I originally wanted to get more information about the Heavenly Pavilion from you, but unfortunately I don't have time!"

After putting the sword into the ring, he hurriedly turned and walked towards the forest.

Just now, when he was fighting with the white-shirted young man, he suddenly sent a dozen people coming here in the distance, and he had to give up his original plan to make a quick decision.

Just as he turned to leave, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a cyan ring falling into the ashes.

"Hehe, I forgot about that. ”

Seeing this, Zhang Hao smiled slightly, hurriedly bent over to pick up the ring, and disappeared into his eyes with a few flashes.

Not long after he left, more than a dozen men and women in green shirts rushed over from a distance, and one of the younger girls looked around, frowned and said, "The place where Senior Sister Lin sent the signal just now should be nearby, let's look for it!"

"Senior Sister Ning, someone seems to have fought here, do you think it will be?"

Standing beside the girl was an elderly man, looking at the criss-crossing ravines on the ground, and said in a deep voice.

However, the girl squatted on the ground and took a closer look, shook her head and said, "Senior Sister Lin never uses a blade, and the marks on the ground are obviously left by Jian Gang, definitely not her!"

"Could it be that the person she fought against would use it?"

Hearing this, the elderly man scratched his head, and then asked with a puzzled expression. Hearing this, Senior Sister Ning frowned and thought for a while: "That's not right, the remaining fire attribute energy around here is very heavy, and the person who fights with this sword-wielding person must be an alchemist or refiner, our Senior Sister Lin doesn't control any flames at all, it's definitely not her!"

These words also made the rest of the people nod their heads, obviously agreeing with this Senior Sister Ning's analysis.

"Let's look around and see if there is any trace left!" Senior Sister Ning stood up from the ground, raised her eyes and scanned the surroundings, and then commanded everyone.

Seeing this, those people hurriedly scattered and searched the vicinity. Just then, a pair of footprints on the ground caught her attention.

Walking quickly to the vicinity of the footprints, Senior Sister Ning's brows couldn't help frowning, and then she sneezed, and a faint smell of burnt smell spread.

Senior Sister Ning squatted down near the footprints to check them, and after finding nothing, her eyes suddenly stopped on a puddle of white powder on the side of the footprints.

Stretched out his finger and lightly glued it a little bit and sniffed it under Joan's nose, and then his face changed greatly: "It's baby ash!"

Hearing this word, the old man's body trembled suddenly, and he lost his voice: "What baby gray?"

However, Senior Sister Ning slowly stood up, looked at the pile of ashes, and said with a solemn face: "Baby ashes are the things left over from the incineration of the primordial infant in the body of a cultivator after death!"

"Yuan Infant Ashes?" the big man took two steps back with a pale face, but looked at her in disbelief. The Yuan Infant in the cultivator's body was the crystallization of years of penance, and the energy contained in it was so huge that it was impossible for him to incinerate this energy into ashes.

"Senior Sister Ning, something happened!"

Just when the big man was shocked by this, an exclamation suddenly sounded in the forest in the distance. When the girl heard this, her figure hurriedly swept towards the forest: "Go and see!"

"Senior Sister Lin?"

When she came to the woods, she saw a woman lying in a pool of blood lying in a pool of blood, and her pretty face suddenly became gloomy.

And this tragic woman is the person they are looking for.

"Senior sister, Senior Sister Lin seems to have died under the sword. ”

The young man standing next to him frowned, he was the first to find out.

"Keep searching, the murderer must be nearby!"

At this moment, Senior Sister Ning had long lost the calmness and calmness she had just now, and stood there with a pale face and said to everyone.

The anger in her heart could be seen from her trembling delicate body.

Seeing this, the eyes of those who followed showed a hint of gloom, and they nodded and spread around.

"No matter who kills you, I, Ji Ning'er, must break him into pieces, and Ji Yuanfeng will also let you die without a place to be buried!"

Sen Leng's voice came out of the girl's mouth, slowly echoing in the forest, and the senior brothers who were searching around were slightly stunned when they heard it, and then sighed.

They are a disciple of a sect named Ji Yuanfeng, and only a dozen people came to participate in the assessment of the Demon Hunting Mountain Range this time, but as soon as this assessment began, they lost a senior sister.

Although they thought they were prepared when they came here, they still found it difficult for them to accept the real face.

"Senior Sister Lin, I, Ji Ning'er, swear here that I will avenge you in this life, even if it is against them, I will not hesitate to do so!"

Looking at the woman lying in a pool of blood, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of Senior Sister Ning's eyes, and then she raised her head and sneered softly......