'How did I force you?'

'You had already said that you were a ghost-faced man, but if you had given me a hundred courages, I wouldn't have dared to offend you!'

However, it's too late.

Wandaishan finally recovered and shouted: "Spare my life!"

"I'll give you everything, spiritual stones, magic weapons..."

"I told you, you talk too much."

Whoosh!

Shen Long in the form of a flying sword flashed past.

Just cut off his tongue.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Wandaishan let out a painful scream, but it was unclear because of the blood in his mouth.

Anle stepped on him.

He lowered his head and looked at him.

The black and red ghost face is hideous and terrifying, like a Rakshasa in hell.

In terms of temperament, it is several times more sinister than the Bandai Mountain just now!

"By the way, your sister seems to have said the same thing to me."

Anle smiled hoarsely.

It sounds like the whispers of evil spirits in Mount Bandai.

Warm fluid flowed out of his lower body, and a fishy smell spread.

At this time, Anle looked in another direction of the forest.

Other Ziyun Sect disciples noticed the strange movement here and rushed over one after another.

This is also the reason why he temporarily left Bandaishan alive.

"I realized a truth."

"If you want to avoid revealing the identity of the Ghost-faced Man, all you need to do is kill everyone you meet."

Anle murmured to himself.

"Now, you are useless."

He stepped down hard.

boom!

His chest and heart were trampled into pulp.

Wandaishan's eyes were bleeding, and he stared at Anle and refused to close his eyes.

Completely dead.

People from Ziyun Sect came one after another.

"Young Sect Leader, where are you?"

"No! It's a ghost..."

In the forest, a one-sided massacre began.

******

Everyone in the Banshan Sect was fighting fiercely with the disciples of the Ziyun Sect.

But not long after, the people from Ziyun Sect withdrew one after another and no longer cared about them.

Chen Xiaoshuang was full of surprise.

"What happened?"

Out of concern for the dry ice, they adjusted their breath briefly and rushed to the scene dragging their weak bodies.

"This...this is?!"

Everyone in the Banshan Sect was shocked when they saw the scene in front of them.

The forest nearby seemed to have been devastated by a tornado, with trees swaying here and there and uneven potholes everywhere.

The corpses of monks in purple robes can be seen everywhere.

Very few bodies are still intact.

shocking.

Those with poor mental endurance simply vomited.

"Who did this?"

"Is it a ferocious beast? Or other monsters in this forest?"

Chen Xiaoshuang said in a trembling voice.

"No, it was done by people. Their storage bags were all taken away."

Compared to the first two, the feeling given to her by the same kind was even more terrifying.

Fortunately, Chen Xiaoshuang found dry ice in the mess.

When I found out she was still alive, I couldn't help but cry with joy.

******

"Master master!"

Lao Mo held many storage bags and said taking credit.

"I just put in a lot of effort!"

Anle: "...That's really hard on you."

Not to mention, Lao Mo is really useful when it comes to searching corpses.

It's a bit like the "babies" and "pets" that follow you in some online games. You don't have to waste time picking them up by yourself.

He took stock a little bit.

I also know that this is a huge amount of money.

Especially Bandaiyama’s storage bag, there are many good things in it.

You can improve your own strength in the near future.

At the same time, I was freed from the shackles of the crowd, and I felt much better.

"It seems that I am more suitable to act alone."

He looked into the depths of the forest and quickened his pace.

******

In the Yuntian Domain, on the Ziyun Sect's flying boat.

laugh!

A soul-inducing lamp went out.

Immediately afterwards, a large area of ​​light beneath it disappeared.

The monk guarding this room immediately changed his expression and became horrified.

"It's not good! It's not good!"

"Young Sect Master, he..."

The news quickly spread throughout Feizhou.

Wan Xinrong was at a loss. As he was over fifty, he was naturally not qualified to participate in this trial.

I just came to accompany you.

but now……

How should he explain to his elder brother after returning to the sect?

One of Feizhou's golden elixirs suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his breath was filled with depression.

"How could this be?"

"Who is it? Who did it?"

Due to the rules of Taixu Palace, he would never dare to take action now.

But after the trial, he must make that person pay with blood!
Chapter completed!