Since encountering the more than ten corpses, Yang Hao's steps forward gradually slowed down, and in the following journey, he also encountered a lot of corpses of disciples of the Eight Great Sects.

This time, these dead disciples were completely opposite to the previous batch, not only did they die in an extremely miserable state, but the wounds often penetrated directly from the chest, and the blood on the corpses seemed to be drained, and there was not a trace of blood flowing out of the huge wounds.

In this way, judging from the combination of these two times, it almost completely proves the guess in Yang Hao's heart, it must be specially hunted by those evil sect people, and in the case of completely different methods of the two cases, these must be two different people.

Feeling the faint smell of blood hidden in this nameless mountain range, under such a suppressed emotion, it also raised Yang Hao's vigilance to the highest, and now that the enemy is in the dark, it is extremely unwise to break in.

"Brush!"

A white phantom passed through at an extremely fast speed, but the noise caused was so great that it did not even alarm a flock of birds resting on the branches not far away.

Falling under the huge shadow of a vigorous ancient tree, Yang Hao slowly moved forward, and spread the power of divine consciousness to the largest position, it was not that Yang Hao was too cautious.

But along the way, Yang Hao even found that among the dead people, the cultivation was even a martial artist who had reached the three-vein condensation element, so it seemed that the strength of the other party was indeed a little strong.

"Wow.. Wow"

Suddenly, in a dense forest several mountains away from Yang Hao, a group of screaming black crows flew out, followed by a tragic cry for help, if Yang Hao hadn't spread the power of his divine sense, such a long distance, with a pair of flesh ears alone, would not be able to catch it in any way.

"Where should it be!" Yang Hao said solemnly.

"That's right! Boss Bai also nodded in response.

This kind of hidden opponent is too dangerous, and this place is very close to the Tiankeng Demon Cave, it is very likely that the other party's ultimate goal is the same as Yang Hao's.

Therefore, it is necessary to pull the opponent in this shadow into the sun.

Moreover, according to Yang Hao's strength, although he has little chance of winning against the enemy head-on, if it is only about body speed and the like, if the other party is not some martial artists at the peak of the Nine Veins Condensation Yuan, Yang Hao still has some confidence to escape from the opponent's hands safely.

After thinking for a while, Yang Hao glanced at the location where the crow flew out, stomped under his feet, and his speed skyrocketed, and his body turned into an aurora lightning bolt, which disappeared into the dense woods and swept away in the predetermined direction.

.......

In the dense woods, a series of screams followed, and the trembling and helpless feeling in his tone made it seem as if he was in some kind of terrifying Jedi.

In the dense forest, there lay a withered corpse, and after the blood was completely drained, their facial expressions were completely as hideous as those of ghosts.

Deeper, twenty or thirty young warriors dressed in different costumes gathered together, holding the swords and blades in their hands, their bodies were constantly dazed, and the cold sweat on their foreheads continued to flow down, and their bodies were wet as if they had been fished out of the water.

There is no doubt that these young martial artists and those who died are all disciples of the Eight Great Sects, but at this moment, the spirit of these disciples in the past is no longer there, and the panic they present now feels like a fat sheep being targeted by a hungry wolf.

"Don't panic, everyone, I've already sent a message, as long as we hold on for a little longer, my senior brother from the Tiangang Sect will come, and we can naturally be rescued. A young man wearing the robe of a disciple of the outer sect of the Tiangang Sect, his face was pale for a while, he gritted his teeth, and after briefly overcoming fear, he raised the long sword in his hand and raised his arms and shouted.

The words of this young man from Tiangang Sect were like the last straw for the drowning man, and the other teenagers who were eager for life all responded loudly with red faces one by one.

The shouts seemed to have magical power, dispelling the fear in everyone's hearts, and even the unique smell of blood in the air diluted a lot.

"Rustle!"

An abrupt voice sounded quietly, and then spread in all directions like a tidal wave.

It was the sound of footsteps on the grass, noisy and coming from all directions, and it was clear that someone was coming, and there were many people.

When the sound of gentle footsteps fell on everyone's ears, the courage that had been built up with great difficulty suddenly dissipated in an instant like ice and snow meeting sunlight, and fear shrouded everyone's heads again like a dark cloud.

"Ahem!" a light cough slowly emerged from the large shadow in front of the crowd.

Many of them turned pale in an instant, with great horror in their eyes, looking at the slightly darker shadows not far away.

Because there is a figure there, and that figure represents the coming of death.

The pace is not fast, but it is not slow either. With each step, the figure became clearer and clearer.

So, when that figure completely appeared in everyone's sight, many warriors even had the strength to raise the weapons in their hands as if they were evaporated by sweat.

The man was dressed in a red robe as coloured as blood, with a sharp blood spear embroidered on his chest.

This person's face was unusually handsome, but his face was pale, a pair of bright black eyes seemed to faintly reveal a blood-colored light, and there was a small black mole under the slightly raised lips.

"Blood Spirit!"

Seeing the person coming, everyone's faces were shocked, and they naturally recognized the devil who had tormented them for a few days.

Originally, this group of people were all disciples of their respective sects, and some of them accepted the mission of the sect near the Tiankeng Demon Cave, but more of them wanted to come here to search for treasures.

After all, this is a relic from ancient times, and among the tens of thousands of huge pits, it is naturally impossible for all of them to be explored, and some time ago, a lot of scattered cultivation, from a huge pit, a ruins were found, and a lot of Xuan stage and even ground level martial arts were found in the center, but the most eye-catching thing is a spirit of earth from ancient times.

Therefore, for a while, some low-level and middle-level disciples of the Southern Regions sect set their sights here, after all, everyone had a luck mentality of picking up this kind of thing.

This group is the ordinary disciples of various sects who came to the Tiankeng Demon Cave to hunt for treasures.

However, this group of disciples had just arrived in the nameless mountain range, and they were still dreaming of treasure hunting, and the opposite of what greeted them was the painful experience of being hunted down and tortured like hell.

Facing the Blood Spirit, a disciple who was ranked third in the Blood Killing Hall, such a group of people had the strength of the most condensed yuan, and it was undoubtedly just fish and meat under the opponent's sword.

With the appearance of the blood spirit, there are still a few figures hidden in the shadows, just waiting for the former's order, the lives of the twenty or thirty people above this scene will be harvested in the blink of an eye.

The extremely heavy sense of oppression, as well as the faint killing intent coming from the blood spirit, the two blended together, causing great psychological pressure on these twenty or thirty people.

Gradually, some people began to look like children, and their eyes were already filled with tears of despair

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!" The previous disciple of the Tiangang Sect who raised his arms and shouted, his chest rose and fell violently, his heavy exhalation was like a cow sucking, and his eyes were already dyed red, and he immediately stared at the white face of the blood spirit with a playful smile.

"Kill you, kill you!" A trace of murderous bloodthirsty light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and after the disciple of the Tiangang Sect roared angrily, the long sword in his hand was clenched tightly, and a good aura fluctuation spread, and it seemed that the air was torn apart by the sharp sword light when he waved.

"Die!"

The long sword wrapped around the thick aura glowed even in the daytime, and the blade of the sword pointed at the blood spirit and roared away.

This sword light is somewhat powerful, and even the momentum that seems to be solidified will be split when the sword is split.

However, the blood-colored figures standing around him like iron spears did not move at all, as if they were ignoring the situation of the blood spirit.

The sharp blade was extremely fast, and the next moment it seemed that this demon-like guy was about to be completely wiped out, and when he thought of this, the face of the Tiangang Sect disciple suddenly hung a look of excitement.

But just when the sword blade achieved its wish, the playful smile on the corner of the blood spirit's mouth became more and more obvious.

"Dang!"

A sound of gold and iron sounded, and the eyes of the disciples of the Gang Sect that day were full of consternation.

It turned out that the sharp blade had been firmly clamped by the two fingers stretched out by the blood spirit, and even though the disciple of the Tiangang Sect had completely forced out the spiritual energy in his body, the sword blade that flashed with cold light did not move at all.

The blood spirit smiled slightly, poked Sen Bai's face forward, and said with a smile.

"I don't know what your blood tastes like!"

The young man who was made by the blood spirit's words was terrified, and the hairs on his arms stood upside down, and after glancing at the zombie-like face, the blood spirit's fingers touched lightly, only to hear a click, and the long sword broke into several petals in response, leaving a lone hilt in vain.

"Alright, to reward your courage, die!"

After the corner of the blood spirit's mouth lifted the judgment-like words, his right palm suddenly stretched out, and a viscous blood line surrounded Sen Leng's fingertips, and the eerie aura was like the claw of a demonic beast.

The blood claw was like a blood-colored drill, and it suddenly pierced upward, and only after a blood line crossed the eyes of the disciples of the Gang Sect that day, the blood claw directly penetrated his body, but not a drop of blood flowed out.

The entire thick body instantly turned into a crumpled iron can.

"Boom!"

The blood spirit threw it away like garbage, throwing away the corpse like dead wood, and the blood line on the right palm had faded, but the white face seemed to have returned to a normal blood color.

After glancing at the people present with some indifference, the blood spirit said in a disgusted tone.

"A bunch of waste, your blood is not even qualified to be turned into nourishment for my son!" shook his palm, and then said coldly.

"Kill!"

Hearing this, the blood-colored figures around him like robots, a trace of killing intent swept out of their empty eyes, and then one after another figures flew out, and the blood-colored spears in their hands were like the scythe of death, quickly harvesting fresh lives.

When blood and brutality alternated, a crisp and moving laugh like a silver bell suddenly sounded in the sky.

There seemed to be some kind of terrifying power under that laughter, and the blood guards who were slaughtering stopped their hands, and even the blood spirits on the side faded their smiles, and Sen Bai's face hung a heavy color.

At the same time, under the shade of an ancient tree with bent branches not far away, Yang Hao's figure quietly came, his body was like a chameleon, hiding in the shadows quite secretly, and at the moment when the time came, an extremely eye-catching and charming figure appeared in his vague eyes.