There are many miraculous creatures in my sect

The sky was dark, and everything from the clouds to the soil was dark red, as if it had been stained with blood.On the vast wetland, countless monks walked towards the cliff step by step.That cliff seems to block people on a dead end, and they are the killers who want to kill them all at a dead end.

Mei Mujiu sat cross-legged quietly, and the scene slowly moved. He calmly looked at the countless ghosts in front of him and the monks mixed with them, without any disturbance in his heart.

He wondered if this was the scene that Martial God Liu Cheng saw back then.On such a vast territory, enemies filling the horizon can emerge. The ghost cultivators of the Bliss Sect manipulated the black mist and led a few monks sent by Di Ze to walk on the wet and soft mud like walking on the ground. It was only ten feet away from him.

"Sovereign, why pretend to be calm, you are only one person, and we have thousands of people, why don't you hand over the blood pool earlier, so that you can go better." Zhang Xianchu stood at the front, with a kind face.

"You all think highly of Mei." Mei Mujiu looked at the endless crowd in front of her with a smile. "It seems that this pool is too important to the Bliss School, so many people... or ghosts are sent here."

Zhang Xianchu snorted coldly, moved his fingers, and a sword flew straight towards the blood pool. Mei Mujiu raised his hand lightly, and Lou Jing lightly blocked the sword.

"Don't touch him."

His eyes were cold, and he stood up straight. Surrounded by the tide, his figure was pitifully small, but also terrifyingly firm.

Zhang Xianchu yelled impatiently: "You think clearly! We have thousands of people!"

"Thousands of people," Mei Mujiu licked her blood-oozing lips, "Kill them!"

"on!"

Zhang Xianchu yelled loudly, and the crowd rushed towards Mei Mujiu.

He quickly circulated his spiritual power, said the words in his mouth, and slammed the scene viciously. Dust and sand flew out of the air, like a hurricane sweeping across, drawing an obvious horizontal line on the ground, and everyone screamed and was blown out of the horizontal line.

Several leading ghost cultivators cursed, threw out a row of talisman papers, and roared, "Mei Mujiu! Do you really want to do this?!"

As soon as the two words were finished, Mei Mujiu realized that he had entered an illusion, and the talisman paper actually aroused his inner demons, and his consciousness was filled with questions one after another, causing him a headache.

"Are you going to die for someone else?"

"Do you want to repeat the same mistakes again?"

"Why not alive?"

"Why sacrifice yourself?"

"Are you willing to live for only a few years?"

……

Under the extreme pain, Mei Mujiu laughed suddenly, he wiped away the tears from the laughter, and shouted: "I, Mei Mujiu, have never been short or long in my life.

"Just please, have a clear conscience!"

The inner demon was shattered, and the group of enemies surged up again.

However, after fighting for a long time, they still couldn't cross that horizontal line.

The more Zhang Xianchu watched, the more frightened he became, the original contempt had turned into fear.

He had heard that one man is in charge of the gate and ten thousand men are not open, but he never thought that there really are such people who don't spare their lives in the world.

The man in front of him was obviously bruised all over his body, and his talisman had been beaten extremely far away. He couldn't even stand still, but he still struggled to pick up the sword and stood stubbornly where he was.

Even the most fearless lone wolf should retreat at this time.

Another sword qi slashed fiercely at his knees, Mei Mujiu let out a muffled snort, holding the sword with both hands on the ground, blood gurgled out from her knees, but no trace could be seen on the blood-soaked clothes.

He is still standing.

Those people were shouting at him, but he didn't dare to respond, he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, the blood would flow out.

"Go on! He won't last long!"

A member of the Bliss Sect yelled, and the people responded one after another, and surrounded them indiscriminately.

As soon as he crossed the line, the seemingly dying man suddenly started to move. His bloody hand was so slippery that he could hardly hold the sword, but he still charged towards the countless figures in front of him.

He doesn't know how to use a sword, but his murderous aura makes ghost cultivators who have been infected with Yin Qi all year round tremble with fear.

Mei Mujiu really can't last long.

His movements were slow, and his footwork was also slow. He didn't react until someone rushed to the edge of the pool of blood. He turned around and cut off his head with a sword. At the same time, several swords pierced his chest from behind.

"Hahahahahaha..." He spat out the blood, and smiled sadly, "So many people...but they fought me for so long...What a waste."

He pulled out the sword stuck on his back with his backhand, and at the same time as several pillars of blood sprayed out, Mei Mujiu's head was dizzy for a while, her eyes could not see clearly, and she could only vaguely see the ghosts in front of her and the cultivator closing in, The viciousness made him feel as if he had fallen into hell.

His tendons and veins were torn apart, and most of his blood flowed out. A cultivator rushing up to him raised his knife and was about to slash it quickly, when Mei Mujiu shouted with all his strength, and the golden seal on his forehead reappeared.

The golden light shone on this blood field, and his solitary figure looked as sacred and tragic as the savior.

"I said...don't touch him."

The monk holding the knife only heard him say these words softly, and then a majestic spiritual power was released from his body, sweeping across the monks in an instant.This spiritual power is so huge, so tragic, even full of despair.

His knife fell straight down until he died. He didn't know how a person who was desperate and seriously injured could squeeze out so much spiritual power.

Everyone was rushed beyond the horizontal line again.

At this moment, Mei Mujiu's hand holding the sword loosened.

In Zhang Xianchu's surprised eyes, he fell backwards.

"Master?"

A hand wrapped around his waist.

In Mei Mujiu's last glance before she passed out, she only saw Qin Hengxiao's face smeared beyond recognition with blood, and a pair of red eyes.

The last thing he thought about was whether every time he was about to fall, he would help him up.

"Master..."

Qin Hengxiao hugged him tightly, buried his head in his arms, a beast-like roar came from his throat, and his whole body trembled.

And the people present were all silent.

They saw with their own eyes how this tall man slowly crawled out of the pool of blood, like a demon crawling out of hell.His whole body was soaked in blood, his body was covered with lines of blood vessels, his eyes were so red that he couldn't even see the pupils.His body is mixed with all the vicious evil spirits in the world, just by appearing, it can make people feel as if they have fallen into an ice cave.

Zhang Xianchu was even more shocked. He clearly remembered that when he met in Guanchan before, this young man was still extremely thin, but now...his muscles are full and his lines are strong, as if he has been cut by a knife and axe, and carved by a master of heaven, as if he waved his hand , can destroy the world.

Qin Hengxiao just hugged Mei Mujiu, he only dared to put his arms around his waist, for fear of touching his other wounds.He was always flustered in the blood pool, so he kept speeding up the absorption, until now his whole body hurts like being crushed, but he can't feel it, he only feels his anger wrapping himself like a net Wrapped tightly, every movement made me more sad and crazy.Those evil spirits filled his body and impacted his consciousness. He even almost forgot that he was alone. The desire to kill made him itchy, and the anger and pity he saw when the master fell almost made him rational lost.

A ghost cultivator said incredulously: "Impossible, impossible! Why did you come out so soon?"

As if he had never heard of it, he gently placed Mei Mujiu in a relatively clean place with both hands, staring coldly at the people who were gradually retreating with his red eyes.

"Damn you."

"Damn it all."

Every time he said a word, he took a step forward, and every time he took a step, several people were torn apart by the evil spirit.

He can make people die in place just by walking forward without moving his hands.

If he was just a wine glass before, now it is a big vat, which is filled with water, and he is still pouring water into it, filling up after overflowing, almost breaking the vat.And behind the tank, there is still a whole vast ocean, which can be absorbed by it.

This is his home field, this plain, at this moment, seems to be tailor-made for him.

Zhang Xianchu retreated step by step and shouted tremblingly: "You need this blood, doesn't it mean that you are Hou Qingren! In this case, why not join us, I know you want to kill people, you can't help it, come back... Back Go to the place where you were born, we created you! As long as you come back, you can kill as many as you want..."

"You hurt him, and you still want me to serve you?" Qin Heng raised his hand, and Xiaoduan, who had been sinking in the pool, shot out and landed on his hand. His figure disappeared instantly like a ghost. Floating in front of Zhang Xianchu, "In this world, he is the only one who can make me kill someone."

As he spoke, he raised the corners of his mouth, and the bloodstains on his face were terrifyingly terrifying.

A sword pierced his throat and nailed Zhang Xianchu to the ground. Qin Heng took out his Nascent Soul with a smile, and slowly squeezed it into a ball of meat sauce.Zhang Xianchu kicked his legs and twitched, and his throat was pinned so that he could not speak a word.

"This little bit of pain is not one ten thousandth of what the master suffered."

He cut off his muscles and bones, cut off his flesh and blood, and kept his life alive until Zhang Xianchu's whole body was broken and soaked in a pool of blood before he stopped and looked at others.

Qin Hengxiao never spoke loudly from the beginning to the end, his face looked terribly calm, but people could see the violent killing intent in his blood-red eyes, he and the Wanjian he summoned turned this bloody area into a For the horrors of slaughterhouses.

The disciples of the Bliss Sect who originally wanted to fight to the death finally started to flee after most of their deaths, but Qin Hengxiao played with them like a god of death.

He harvested their lives, cold and cruel, without a trace of mercy, only remorse and anger.

"It's getting dark! Run!" The desperately fleeing monk rolled in mud on the wet ground and ran in a panic.

Qin Hengxiao looked at their backs, but did not follow.

He was like a male lion with frayed hair, suddenly became docile, restrained his fighting spirit, and walked towards Mei Mujiu step by step.

Only now did he feel the pain on his skin and the exhaustion that overwhelmed him.

"Master..." The man who had just killed the Quartet just now lowered his high head, bent his back like a steel and iron frame, and hugged Mei Mujiu into his arms, as if embracing the whole world.

His master is more like a hero than the people in all the stories he told.

But he just wants to bear it for him.

"Master, go home."

The energy beyond what his body and cultivation could hold gradually dissipated, and he was so tired that he had to speak simple words for a long time. Before he closed his eyes, his fingertips lightly lit the talisman paper.