The killing did not stop because someone fell, but became more brutal and bloody.

Only then did it be discovered that one hundred and eight trails first intersected in pairs, and then in threes, and each intersection was a mixture of blood, a grave of life.

A saint walked unconsciously forward, walking very slowly, with only one concept in his mind, killing, killing every figure that stood in his way.

The front was still hazy, and even the sound of breathing had stopped, and the far-reaching path stretched forward at the feet of the ghost, and all that could be smelled was the faint blood, the moist earth, and the sweet smell of flowers.

Fear followed the vast maze, quietly shrouded this space, and in the depths of the flower path, a faint figure passed by, and suddenly, it disappeared again. In the haze, the figure stopped under the flower path. An angry roar flew into the gray world, swishing roar, whining roar, mmmmm Gradually, vaguely, one by one the figures fell silently.

No one cares about the cruelty of life and death, but ushers in more terrifying killing thoughts and frightening timidity, a cold beam of light flies, sending a deep shadow and a smiling face, rampant, indifferent, burning, in the burning of desire, in the astonishing gaze, with a trace of afterglow after the sunset, into the darkness and despair.

After the merciless whisper, a thin black line appeared on the forehead of the black shadow, like a pen, straight crossed, the black line was very black, but with the shocked, timid, lost, trembling eyes and face, it gradually faded, and slowly turned into smooth skin, but the complexion changed from ruddy to pale, and the pale one was no longer bloody.

The desireless electric waves and dizzy shaking occupied the entire brain of the black shadow, and the three souls fell to the ground. The seven spirits ascended to heaven, and the whole mind scared out of the soul and panicked. I could no longer control the divine consciousness that I thought I was proud of, at the moment when my clothes were wet with sweat, at the moment when my soul exploded, I didn't stop at all from the most profound divine consciousness, and let out the most desperate wail, which broke the sky, woke up the ground, and shook the flowers of the trail. The grass is yellow.

As a puddle of mud corpses slid down, the road was quiet, the sound was silent, only a frightened face, flashing with all kinds of haste, in a drop, a slippery blood-red trajectory, fell down, quiet. Only the ticking blood-colored droplets that fell into the blood-red blood water still revealed that a living life had fought and wandered here. Fell over .......

The slaughter is bloody, stretching relentlessly, fifty-five, twenty-eight, ten, four, two, the numbers on the trail change irregularly. When the trail reached its end, a proud lone figure stopped at the end of the trail.

The faint fog did not disappear because of this, but became more silent and gloomy. A large column of white smoke spiraled upward. The white filamentous mist rose and condensed, condensing only on a path that ran from end to end.

At the beginning of the trail a black bag lay calmly, bulging, not lying on the ground like the other bags. Rather, it is round and plump and curled up there.

Hey, in the grass hut with dark shadows, the eyes that were already surprised were condensed in front of a round crystal bubble,

Through the reflection of the crystal bubble. A pair of big eyes as pure as spring water, with a circle of long black and shiny eyelashes, blinking and moving, like clear, deep pool water, revealing a smart and clever energy. In this room, there is obviously a majestic and arrogant man's voice, and in the empty grass hut, there is only such a pair of eyes like a deep pool, although they are bright, black and shiny, and their sharp eyes seem to pierce the crystal bubble. However, in the sharp murderous gaze, there are faintly innocent and childish things.

In the crystal bubble, there is a miniature version of the world of flowers, with fluffy green grass lined with colorful flowers, forming a rolling brocade carpet. There is a bright line in the sea of flowers, and at each end of the line are two red points of light.

A pair of soft fingers, a little panicked and clicked a little crystal bubble, the sea of flowers instantly enlarged, a fair-skinned fourth-order saint standing indifferently at the end of the flower path, the saint's delicate face with a touch of handsomeness, handsome face with a touch of gentleness. The mixed body exudes a charming temperament, unique ethereal and handsome, which makes the eyes under the slender eyelashes burn with a bright bonfire.

At the beginning of this trail. Lying calmly in a bag, there is no spiritual power fluctuation in the bag, no divine consciousness is released, like a dead thing, lying down, lying calmly.

The hand that was like a soft wattle picked a strand of cloud-like hair in front of his forehead, playfully buttoned his red and delicate mouth, a playful smile appeared on the side of his mouth, his moonlight-like eyes showed a little fierce light, the corners of his mouth curled, and a majestic and seductive voice came out.

"Go, kill him, kill him".

The handsome man at the end of the trail slowly turned around, his eyes were gray, like stagnant water in a dry pond, and the muddy turbidity shot towards the bag at the end of the trail with boundless killing intent.

The wind howled in an instant between the trails, the rustle of the wind blowing and pulling the grass, and the slaughter like a fierce tiger roaring in the forest, from the end of the trail to the end, the dust flew and the meteors struck the sky. Darkness shrouded the path, and the brilliant sun was cut off from the gray mist. The dead leaves on the side of the path were withered by the unknown force, and the tips of the dead leaves trembled silently, hissing and screaming, but they did not break the dead leaves, and the flowers lost their smiling faces, in exchange for the sound of crying, singing sad songs.

Hmm, the killing aura, with the smell of blood, instantly arrived in front of the bag. A pair of empty, unemotionally unwavering eyes in the bag moved in the darkness, like two lanterns floating in the air in the dark night, flashing a little.

With a snap, the pocket opened, and in the black hair with forks, there was a face with a thin scar, a pair of gray and dull, empty dead fish eyes, and the demented glanced at the flying Xiao Killing Divine Sense, a ray of light like a sword, from those dull eyes, flashed gently.

The wisps of the wild wind paused for a moment, and the enchanted silks, wisps, and pieces dissolved, and soon the heavy, gray, pale green, and white murderous energy on the path gradually disappeared and gradually faded.

The handsome fourth-order saint of the solid root seemed to be struck by the oncoming wind scythe, and his skull slammed into the depths of the skull, pain! This beautiful and handsome face was deformed, and he opened his mouth with cotton stuff, and opened his eyes to peek into the ...... of light at the back.

It was quiet, the darkness enveloped the breath of life, devouring the fear that flashed in his heart, and in the last wisp of cyan smoke, as if he saw the expectation of the dawn coming, with a hint of incomprehensible laughter, he fell heavily to the ground. His body twitched twice, but not a trace of blood flowed, and he lay at the end of the trail with terrifying eyes.

It's quiet, the path is quiet, a ruined scenery comes out of the phantom, the piece that was once covered with dense green grass, dotted with countless colorful wildflowers, red and bright, golden, blue, purple, a handful here, there a cluster of trails and flowers disappeared, the grass really withered, the flowers really withered.

On the path of ruined grass and flowers, there were corpses everywhere, and the smell of blood choked people and made them unable to breathe, like the breath of death hell exterminating living beings.

The terrible silence seemed to swallow everything, and even the blue sky, with a bleak grayish-white, sorrowful condensation of silent tears.

In the small grass hut in the shadows of the trees, a girl's exclamation sounded. "ugly ghost, how can you defeat a handsome guy".

Then there was a sound of things breaking, and a woman with big wavy long hair and a random shawl appeared on the path, and the slightest wisp of hot breath instantly suppressed the bloody sky. Thick eyelashes, seductive eyes, and sexy lips are engraved with thousands of styles. Slender waist, clever steps, with wild taste and graceful charm. Flexible and slender, slim and slim like May spring, with a charming youthful vitality.

Then fear enveloped her beautiful eyes, she was surrounded by fear and confusion, and the panicked eyes made her hands cover her mouth at the same time, and her delicate body kept shaking, and the whole person was frozen in shock.

At this time, that senior brother Jingyang was so frightened that he was fighting with his upper and lower teeth. His face was as pale as dirt, his tongue stiffened, and he let out a series of suffocating trills. "Small-—......".

He trembled instinctively, the blood in his whole body coagulated, stopped flowing, and his whole heart seemed to be clamped and twisted together. The five fingers of his left hand are touching his left face apart, his eyes are like a cow, his mouth is like a big bell, and his right hand is bent and stretched out his fingers, which are constantly trembling in the air.

He didn't expect that in the grass hut was the little junior sister, the master's fiftieth family Sun Gongxue. Master, master, it's the little junior sister who is manipulating the "Divine Soul Trial" array, it's over, it's over, all the Gugen saints in the big array are really dead. He's dead.......

Jingyang wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry, his whole body trembled, and the infinite fear made his heart freeze. He was so frightened that he couldn't even breathe. Stood there without moving.

Tens of thousands of miles away, an old man with a rickety body, moving leisurely in the blue sky, every time he moved, a red cloud appeared at his feet, and the old man sucked sixty miles. After each inhalation, the few strands of hair and the thick and long eyebrows that "survived" on the door of the head moved and fluttered with the wind.

Suddenly, the old man bit his lip with some bared teeth, his long face twisted fiercely, shook his head, and said in a majestic voice, "Dead girl, play God Array again, see if I go back and don't twist your little hand."

With a wave of his hand, a crystal light flew in front of him. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a halo, and the rickety old man turned his back on his back, showing a fierce look. Step into the halo.

In front of the grass house of Wuxia Peak, a dazzling halo appeared. Then a slow, low, and ruthless sound froze in mid-air. "The little girl is playing ...... again".

"Ah," the old man let out another loud cry, and became dumbfounded, as if he had been beaten on the head. The body came out of the aura, and there was still a foot left in the aura. The aura shimmered with a contraction, but it was stopped around the foot that didn't come out. Thousands of miles away, there was a terrifying foot that stopped in the air and disappeared from the air after dozens of breaths. (To be continued......)