Li Taifeng suddenly dumbfounded! Because he found that behind the two living zombies, there was a hole the size of a palm. This hole almost pierced the belly of the two living zombies. Originally called the living zombies, it now has no movable type.

"This is captured with your palms, so amazing!" Wang Hetong looked at the hole on the back of the zombie, and felt a little emotional in his mouth. Although he was a real person of Jindan, he also felt that it was difficult for him to capture such a big hole on the two-phase zombie wearing special armor and practicing physically like a Vajra.

At this moment, Fang Ling didn't care whether he had committed a taboo. With his divine thoughts flashed, he enveloped the surroundings. Li Taifeng and several Jindan real people also released their spiritual senses. In just an instant, several people flew towards the middle of the valley under Fang Ling's leadership.

The valley was originally gloomy, but when Fang Ling and others saw the situation in the middle of the valley, their expressions became extremely heavy. In the middle of the valley was a quaint residence. At this time, in front of the gate of the residence, someone wrote eight big characters with human strokes.

Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish!

Each of these eight big characters, each stroke is composed of one or even two people. With eight characters alone, hundreds of people were used. The faces of these dead people were filled with horror. From their clothes, it can be seen that they all belong to the same sect.

"Tuyuanlong, how is this possible!" Li Taifeng flew before the word "death", and his face was full of alert, but his eyes looked at a man in his forties with a gloomy face.

The man's chest was also cut with a bloody hole. The man whose eyes were not closed was full of anger and horror in his prominent eyes.

"Well. What's going on?" Fang Ling's eyes fell on the skin of the Tu Yuanlong, and a trace of solemnity appeared on his face.

Wang Hetong walked over quickly and looked along the place where Fang Ling looked, but found no abnormality. He pondered for a moment, and his fingers gently fell on the skin. The skin, which was originally normal in color, collapsed instantly.

It was as if there was nothing under the skin, only a piece of skin was left. This situation scared Xiaotong almost screamed. Although she always claimed to be bold, such a scene was really terrifying for a young woman.

"Three hundred and fifty-nine disciples, who did this?" Li Taifeng shouted in a deep voice after a while. In addition to anger, there was a hint of fear in his words.

No one answered Li Taifeng's words because no one knew what happened. In the end, Fang Ling said: "Senior Brother, no matter who did it, it is a warning. It seems that our Qianzhu Sect should also strengthen its prevention in the future."

A handful of fire burned the valley away. Fang Ling and others continued to set off after an hour. They did not get any clues in the Yushen Sect, but the experience of Yushen Sect seemed to have a stone in their hearts.

The Yushen Sect and the Qianzhu Sect are not very close. However, they have destroyed the clan with such cruel means, and they are also a sect with Jindan Zhenren. This forced them to pay attention.

Fortunately, after leaving the Shaoyin Mountain for thousands of miles, nothing strange happened, which restored the expressions of Li Taifeng and others. Just as they were talking softly about the killing of the Yushen Sect with their spiritual sense, a light shout came from afar. Fang Ling's expression changed, and then a trace of strangeness appeared.

"Junior brother, it seems that someone is fighting ahead." Li Taifeng also used his spiritual sense. He was good at observing his expression. Seeing Fang Ling's face change, he hurriedly said in a low voice to Fang Ling.

Fang Ling smiled and said, "I was unwilling to take care of things, but since I met it, I should give my old friends some help, let's go." As he spoke, he pinched the magic tricks in his hand and flew straight forward.

Although Wang and Tong and others did not want to cause trouble for the matter, since Fang Ling said that they were old friends, they naturally did not dare to stop them. When they arrived, they saw two embarrassed young men and women, who were desperately using flying swords to resist the siege of several men in red!

As disciples of Jindan Zhenren, Yuan Ming and Zheng Xia are also famous figures in Luoxia Palace. However, now, they feel like mice in their hands. No matter how they jump around, they cannot escape from their palms.

Under Fang Ling's arrangement, they returned to Luoxia Palace after Niu Jingshu left Tongming Peak. Niu Jingshu and Zheng Xia were very good at talking. When they left, they also gave them a pair of top-grade magic weapon flying swords.

The two of them sacrificed and refined their practice experiences, and the cultivation experience learned from Fang Ling on Tongming Peak, their cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds. Now, more than a year has passed, and both of them have reached the peak of foundation building. This time they went to Xiangjing City to attend the auction in order to get some items that must break through the golden elixir.

However, they did not expect that before they arrived in Xiangjing City, they were surrounded by a group of people for no reason. These people were dressed in blood, and without asking about their origin, they attacked them directly. At the beginning, the two of them were still a little angry and were about to teach these people a lesson, but after taking action, they found that the blood-colored swords that these people were not only weird, but also powerful, and they were no match for them at all.

"That boy, you'd better die by wiping your neck honestly. Don't worry, this young girl, I will definitely take good care of you!" A man with a scathing eyebrows said to Yuan Ming with a smile.

The man was very cramped. As he spoke, his blood-red sword turned into a ray of light and shadow, slashing straight towards the corner of Zheng Xia's clothes. In an instant, Zheng Xia's flowing long skirt was cut off halfway.

Among the men, women are the source of happiness. At the beginning of this obscene man, several other men also became interested. At that moment, someone drove the sword light to slash towards the corner of Yuan Ming's clothes. In just a moment, Yuan Ming's clothes became holes full of holes.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that this kid is quite white, as white as tender tofu!" A rough man licked his mouth and said with a strange look in his words.

At this moment, Yuan Ming's heart had already sunk to the bottom of the valley. He raised his eyebrows and shouted at Zheng Xia: "Junior sister, at this time, we have no way out. We can only kill ourselves and avoid being ravaged by these people."

Zheng Xia was also sweaty and panting at this time. When she heard Yuan Ming’s shouting, she said loudly: “Senior Brother, I’ll listen to you!”

As the two of them spoke, the flying swords that were originally guarding the two men suddenly turned their direction and slashed towards them. Such a change was too fast, and the men in blood had no time to stop them.

The sword light was like lightning, and it instantly came to the two of them. In just a moment, both of them would be destroyed. Looking at the sword light rushing towards him, a trace of tragic rise on Yuanming's face. He didn't want to die, he wanted to be the real person of Jindan, and he wanted to be as majestic as that person.

But in the current situation, how could he not die? Instead of being humiliated and dying, it would be better to solve it yourself. Looking at the sword light falling rapidly, Yuan Ming's eyes were the figure standing in the sky. The figure was as high as a mountain, and the figure was as arrogant as a pine.

I will never become a person like him, although I have been working hard. I have thoughts in my heart for a moment, and Yuan Ming instantly discovered that the flying sword that slashed towards me could not fly down, which made him feel even more sad and angry.

Even if he couldn't commit suicide, God was really good to him. Yuan Ming, who was flickering in his mind, was just about to activate the magic trick to explode the cycle of true energy in his body, but someone in the void laughed and said, "Yuan Ming, isn't your flying sword attacking him a powerful method?"

The voice was very peaceful, but it seemed to be thunder in Yuan Ming's ears. Although it had been more than a year since he was separated from that person, Yuan Ming would never forget the person's words. For a moment, all the grief and anger in the sky disappeared. He asked overjoyedly: "Is it... it is Senior Fang?"

Several men in blood-clothed clothes who besieged Yuan Ming and Zheng Xia also changed their faces at this time. The blood swords of their commanders were already fixed in the air at this time, and only real people above Jindan were able to do this.

"Isn't it me?" With a smile, Fang Ling and his group walked out. Looking at Fang Ling in a green Taoist robe, Yuan Ming and Zheng Xia's expressions were full of excitement. After all, this was like a desperate situation for them.

"Who are you?" After the despicable man found that Fang Ling and others were a group of people, hesitated for a moment and stepped forward and said loudly: "We Blood Clothes can do things, and those who dare to stop them are against our Blood Clothes can!"

This vulgar man, who was at the peak of foundation building cultivation, dared not know how to shout at the Jindan real people, which made Wang and Tong and Yuwen Chenggang furious. At that moment, Yuwen Chenggang snorted coldly and said, "Who are you? What's the situation with Blood Clothing? Tell me immediately, otherwise, I'll let you taste the three major tortures in the world."

After a few men looked at each other, the vulgar man smiled sinisterly and said, "You will pay the price, hahaha!"

The laughter became louder and louder. In this laughter, the man turned into a ball of blood mist and sprayed between heaven and earth. With the death of this vulgar man, the other companions following him instantly turned into a piece of blood mist.

Both the soul and soul were destroyed, and the price these monks paid was that both the soul and soul were destroyed. Although Fang Ling and several Jindan real people were not caring about the death of several foundation-building cultivators, their strange death still changed the expressions of Fang Ling and others.

"Senior Brother, have you heard of Blood Clothing?" Fang Ling waved and took a blood knife into his hand, and felt a violent murderous intent rushed straight from the knife. (To be continued...)
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