The disappearance of Dong Yuecheng, a man with a national character face, is naturally not the kind of disappearance for no reason, but in the blink of an eye, Dong Yuecheng's face, the original gloomy and murderous aura disappeared, and when he looked around, it turned out to be a blood-red space.

Dong Yuecheng, who had never seen this battle, could still maintain his composure at the beginning, but after a long time, his complexion had changed, and the fear was all written on his face, calling the heavens and the earth to be ineffective, which put him on the verge of a frightened collapse.

This blood-red space is Xue Zhen's spiritual domain, Xue Zhen, who flashed into the smoke liao, took Dongyue Cheng away, he didn't see this person on the horse, but continued to advance at the speed of a ghost, the protective array in the air seemed to have no effect on him, and in less than ten breaths, Xue Zhen had fallen into a simple inn built by mortals.

Walking through the stairs, three steps and two steps, Xue Zhen appeared in front of the door of a room, in this room, a high-ranking monk, a monk in a pale golden shirt, frowned, looked in a certain direction from afar, and the confusion was still written on his face.

The direction of his gaze was about hundreds of miles away, and the Chen Ji Yanliao in that place, Dongyuecheng in the Yanliao had lost his trace, for no reason, inexplicably, and even he couldn't sense it even when he had been observing.

However, at this time, in his room, which was about two feet in size, the forbidden light flickered, and a red-faced man in a gray and white robe had already appeared and quietly appeared to his side.

The golden-clothed monk was taken aback, and before he could react, a red glow flashed in front of him, and he had been sucked into a blood-red space, empty everywhere, and there was no life at all.

"Spirit...... Spiritual Realm?Blood...... Bloody?"

"You're a knowledgeable person!"

The golden-robed monk screamed in a trembling voice, and not far from his side, the gray-robed red-faced man who had just appeared had flashed in front of him, his face was cold, this cold. It turned out to be the kind of cold that could make him shiver constantly, and he finally adjusted his state.

"Former ...... Seniors! You are looking for the little one...... Something?"

"Yes, give me your ring!"

"This ......"

Just when the golden-clothed monk hesitated, he felt a slight pain, the blood under his eyes crossed, one of his fingers had already been cut off by his mouth, and the finger and the ring disappeared in an instant, and the next moment it had appeared in Xue Zhen's palm.

Seeing this scene, the golden-clothed monk's face was as dead as ashes, and he didn't know how or why the other party came. He couldn't have thought of the aspect of Sanskrit blood refining Dao. I thought that the other party wanted money, but the gap between myself and the people in the spiritual cultivation domain was so big that it was impossible for this to happen, and my heart was flickering urgently, and I still didn't come up with an answer.

And Xue Zhen simply cast a trick, wiped his breath and embedded it, and his divine thoughts penetrated, and before long, he found the clue he wanted in it. A jade ring that records the Sanskrit blood refining path, and even some of the exercises on it have not yet appeared. Seeing Xue Zhen call up this jade ring to check, the golden-clothed monk looked at Xue Zhen in surprise, and Xue Zhen returned with a cold gaze.

"Tell me!"

"Little ...... The small ones are really not ...... I don't know!"

"In my spiritual realm. Still want to be dishonest?"

"Little ...... The small ones are not ...... Don't dare!"

On Xue Zhen's cold face, the killing intent gradually rose, and he saw the arm of this golden-clothed monk, for some reason. A piece of wrist had fallen off, and it fell into Xue Zhen's hand in a flash, along with Fang Cai's fingers. Thrown into the spirit beast ring of the cold sky golden dove.

The golden-clothed monk sensed this scene, and the trembling on his body was even worse, and before he could say a word, his other wrist had already been cut off by Qi Qi, and it was also taken away by Xue Zhen.

"Little ...... I really don't know if it's ...... It was a red-robed senior who asked the little one to do it, and gave the small one some spirit stones, only ...... That's all!"

Next, Xue Zhen also cut off the soles of his two feet, and got a similar reply. However, Xue Zhen didn't stop at all, his figure flickered and rushed, and he grabbed through this person's chest at once, and his Yuan Ying quickly fell into Xue Zhen's palm, this person Yuan Ying immediately showed a desperate panic, but in a short time, Yuan Ying's eyes gradually closed.

And Xue Zhen's face at this time was so cold that it made people tremble, and even the Wan Su in the spirit beast ring swept by, and he shook his head slightly. Xue Zhen's eyes flickered, and the magic trick was urging, and he actually carried out a soul search on this Yuan Baby.

About half an hour passed before Xue Zhen re-released the soul searcher, but he didn't seem to find the information he was looking for, obviously the person at that time had concealed his appearance, and how dare this monk play tricks in front of the other party, so there was not much useful information.

"Sure enough, it doesn't leak! But one day Xue will find you and make you all disappear!" Xue Zhen snorted coldly in a dark voice.

Subsequently, Xue Zhen cast a spell to forcibly dissolve this person's Yuan Infant, and the filament of the wandering soul floated out of the spiritual realm, floated out of the inn, and went far into the endless void.

The rest of the corpses, as well as the Yuan Infant who had lost its soul, Xue Zhen threw them all to the Cold Sky Golden Dove, and even the Cold Sky Golden Dove was a bit of a picky eater, too low-level monk, it hesitated for a long time before swallowing it.

This scene of killing the golden-clothed monk, Dong Yuecheng over there, intentionally or unintentionally, actually "happened" to see it, and Xue Zhen's cold method made Dong Yuecheng's soul suffer a shock that overshadowed it. His heartbeat was already extremely fast at this moment, his face was pale, Xue Zhen had finished dealing with it, and he had already flashed to Dong Yuecheng's side.

"What's the matter?"

“......”

"Don't be afraid of other people's time?"

“......”

"You think about it and give you a chance, will you still be their lackey and do this kind of hurtful thing!"

For a long time, Dong Yuecheng, a man with a Chinese character face, still failed to recover, and he gasped one after another, but he finally uttered a word.

"Yes...... Yes!"

"You think I won't kill you?"

"No...... No!" He gasped for breath a few times, and he said again:

"Dong Mou, who can't kill or not, won't think about it, anyway, you can't let me leave along the way, but ...... But as long as I have a breath, this thing won't stop!"

"Why are you so persistent?"

Xue Zhen asked, trying to find out a reason, but he could see that those monks had not used any means on him.

"The oppression of your monks has separated my wife, they have helped me avenge this, I am their person, and this matter is beneficial to us mortals, as long as we have enough strength to avoid being bullied, now it is in your hands, if you want to kill or dissect, you can respect it!" Dongyue Cheng said his reason loudly, and the righteousness on his side was awe-inspiring. (To be continued......)