At the Xishankou Blood Soul Gate Station, there were loud talks and rumblings floating around with the mountain wind. Today is a pre-war mobilization banquet, so the station was very relaxed, which gave the soulless opportunity to take advantage of.

The soulless deacon turned into a king and came to the camp gate with a swagger. The two gatekeepers questioned him a little and then let him go.

Soulless flashed into the garrison, hiding in the shadows and passing through the various tents like ghosts.

A burst of laughter came from a tent, attracting the attention of Wuhun. The dark shadow flashed under the night sky. Wuhun jumped to the shadow behind the tent, pierced a hole with his fingers, and peeked in.

The lights in the tent were bright and the guests were full of guests. Wuhun looked at the strange faces, "Hmph, these hypocritical guys, I remember you. When I return from my studies, I want you to have a good look. Hey..., strange, why didn't I see the King of Jiao Huo? Where did this old guy go...!"

In a small blood-colored tent north of the station, Jiao Huo Wang poured himself and drank by himself. It was so leisurely that Jiao Huo Wang was drunk and saw the black shadow in the cup shaking. The wine woke up three points and stood up and shouted, "Who!"

There was silent all over the place, only the curtain was gently shaking by the evening breeze, making a rustling sound.

The King of Jiao Huo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Maybe he was thinking too much and was a false alarm. "Hmph, the defense here is so tight that he dare not act rashly even if he measures the sluts!"

A cool breeze blew through his neck, causing King Jiao Huo to chill. A hint of coolness came from his neck. A hard object pressed against King Jiao Huo’s neck, and a cold voice sounded from behind him, "You should pay off your debt!"

When the King of Jiaohuo heard this voice, Ruruo Jiuyou stuttered: "Wuhun... Don't kill me, you can do anything. I have money. I will give you all the savings I have saved in the past few years. You..." A sharp look flashed through the King of Jiaohuo's eyes.

"Hmph!" Wuhun said quietly, "I don't want anything, I just want your life!"

Wuhun's hand increased its strength, and the sword light flashed. When the Jiaohuo King saw that the situation was not good, he ran out of the tent, "Help, save..."

A blood line appeared on the neck of Jiaohuo King. Jiaohuo King stared at Wuhuo unwillingly, and fell to the ground and gushed blood...

Noisy footsteps sounded outside the tent, "What's going on? Who was the one who shouted just now?"

Wuhun cursed inwardly, "What!", he rushed out of the tent with his knife and rushed to the north.

Seeing that there was blood on his knife, "I've killed someone, hurry up and catch him!" A wave of curses came from behind him.

Wuhun's heart was filled with anger. This Jiao Huo King was uneasy. What should I do with him? I should go up and stomp him, causing me to run around.

A flesh wall blocked Wuhun, Wuhun stopped quickly, and there were more than a dozen people standing in front of him. A middle-aged fat man blocked Wuhun's way with his hands.

Weng Sheng said angrily, "Don't leave, stay!" The wind sound of the wind hit Wuhun's chest, Wuhun floated to the left. It seemed that this man was a deacon and had great skills.

They were numerous and powerful, and they were unable to compete. They "run". They made up their minds and Wuhun took advantage of the situation to run to the left. Fat Brother smashed a deep pit on the ground. Seeing that Wuhun had not killed him, he screamed and chased after him.

Wuhun rushed left and right, and was intercepted several times, causing the encirclement to shrink and smaller. He rushed to the edge of the camp and was surrounded in the middle.

An old man about a hundred years old walked out of the crowd and said, "Soulless child, don't bother, haha, I'm really unintentionally planting willows and willows into darkness. I didn't expect you to come to your door by yourself. As long as you hand over the treasure, I will keep you safe!"

The soulless sword was put in his hand and sneered: "Hmph, old guy, you think I can believe your nonsense. I am afraid that if I hand over the things, you will immediately dismember me and throw me into the river to feed the fish. A group of hypocritical guys are called righteous men. If you want to fight, fight, don't be too naughty!"

The centenarian old man snorted, "Young man is ungrateful, I will teach you a lesson for your elders, the wind blows - the wind blows the long pine trees!", his palms are like the wind.

Soul Wu felt like he was locked. The wind made him unable to move. "Oh, this old guy is quite powerful. I am still a little worse than this kind of martial arts who have been fantasizing about martial arts for decades!"

The soulless eyes were sharp and he whispered: "The mad demon opens!"

The long sword in his hand shook, replaced it with a soul prison, and a loud shout: "Bi Luo - the other side is silent", gray light flashed, a gray light ball full of explosive atmosphere appeared on the long sword, the soulless wrist trembled and swept three times into the void, the light ball turned into an electric light burst, crashing into the strong wind, and violent vital fluctuations filled the surroundings

Wuhun was blown away by the airflow. Wuhun was nailed to the ground with a knife, stabilizing his body, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth. He stood up and smiled and said, "It's not so good, old man, are you bored? After living such an old age, you have only such ability to live to a pig, haha!"

The old man's face turned pale, "Boy, you have successfully angered me."

The old man's figure swayed, and a purple light rose on his body. He drank with his palm. The old man's body was very fast, his palms were dancing, and seventy-two large handprints appeared in the air, which fell down frantically. White mist drifted on the ground, and the explosion sounded loudly, and the handprints exploded one by one beside Wuhun.

Wu Soul unfolded the thirty-six steps of the illusion demon, hovering left and right, and avoiding the handprints at all times, but the aftermath also shocked Wu Soul to make him bloody, and his chest was dyed bloody...

The old man looked ahead with a fantasy vision, "Hmph, he will definitely die this time, Humph, fight me!"

When the white mist dissipated, a black shadow jumped out. At this time, the soulless aura changed drastically, his eyes turned red, and his rolling evil aura blew on his face. His bloody clothes appeared like a god of killing appeared.

This space has a scattered sword energy, and the soulless rushes towards the enemy group like a madman. The mad demon state is officially opened. The long sword in his hand dances, and the sword lights rush over the entire space. The broken arms fly around the corner.

The old man was in the brunt of the brunt and was the first to be cut into pieces by the sword light. The old man had consumed too much divine power just now, and the attributes of the soulless madman were three times higher in his state. Of course, the old man was unable to compete with...

"Hmph, don't be arrogant, you are here!"

A middle-aged elder stabbed Wuhun's shoulders with a spear, and Wuhun did not dodge. He swung his sword and stabbed the elder's heart. The elder swung his spear to block it. A huge force came from his hand, and was pressed back by the long sword in Wuhun's hand.

Wuhun knocked him away with a collision, and the middle-aged elder fell to the ground, unconscious, and his life and death were uncertain.

Several other elders looked at each other, and a strong middle-aged man said, "This son is not a single person, so I will quickly deploy the Nine Heavens Soul Locking Formation..."

Several elders set up a formation to trap Soulless...

Wuhun fought with everyone for several hours, and felt that his attributes were slowly recovering, his consciousness was gradually clearing, and his madness was gradually being lifted, "Oh, I'm really going to die here today, I'm not willing to!"

It seemed as if God felt the unwillingness in Wuhun's heart. Wuhun felt a heat in his heart. The space in front of him changed. In Wuhun's last vague consciousness, he only saw a piece of fire, a hot fire, and then a chaotic consciousness in his mind fell into darkness...!
Chapter completed!