This is the smell of human qi and blood, Chu Cheng has been killed for a long time, how can he smell wrong.

The bloody aura grew thicker as these vampire bats kept approaching.

"Array!"

The others didn't react much to the smell of blood, and they sacrificed their magic weapons to cast spells and slay the bats.

Fireworks and spells hit the black cloud, and the smell of burning instantly appeared, but it still couldn't cover the smell of blood.

With dozens of successive spells, the black cloud was suddenly dispersed, and as large areas of blood rain and broken flesh were sprinkled, there was a sound of smashing the ground.

Chu Cheng didn't move, these were all bats. Boxing is not as efficient as these monks' spells.

His gaze fell on the pieces of minced flesh, and he saw the round objects buried in the flesh and blood of the bats.

"Head ......"

Under the firelight, Chu Cheng finally saw those things clearly. There are as many as a hundred, and there is even blood flowing, all of them are peaceful, and it is not the fear of death that most people face before they die. Even some of the heads were smiling.

The others also noticed, and only had to wait until the bats were cleared before verifying the identities of the heads.

It took a quarter of an hour for the group to clear the vampire bats. Leave not one to escape.

Someone endured the smell of blood from humans and bats, and stepped forward to use a magic weapon to stir up those heads.

"Stained red with blood, I can't see the faces of these heads. Fellow Daoists, who knows water spells?"

"I will!" someone waved his hand between his mouths, and the water flowed in all directions, washing away a large area of blood on the ground.

Only then did everyone see that these heads had turned white without any traces of blood, but they were still a little ruddy and could not be washed away.

"This is not the head of the monks of our group. Someone shouted softly.

Although the more than 300 monks recruited by Baiyun Villa have only met once, for monks, they can remember the general appearance at a glance.

"Are there any other monks here besides us?" someone wondered.

"Perhaps, this is the life that the Evil Flower Cult once killed here, leaving behind a head. They were used as food by these bats. ”

"Not true. Someone shook his head, stepped forward, bent down and reached out to touch the nearest head.

"And the heat. Illustrates that the time of death is short. It seems that someone else met the Cult of Evil Flowers and killed them. ”

Chu Cheng didn't say a word, looking at those heads. The scars on the neck are very neat, flat as paper, and the wounds are the same.

The person who shot was a kendo master, and the speed of the sword was extremely fast, so fast that people didn't have time to react. That's why after death, the face is calm and even smiling.

To be able to do this, in addition to the speed of the sword, there is another point, that is, the gap between the cultivation.

"That person is definitely not the owner of Li Zhuang, it is rumored that he uses a knife. ”

Compared with the sword, the sword is less light and thin. A knife will never be so neat.

"Go ahead and see. Line up, but be careful. ”

The crowd continued to walk forward, but they were plunged into endless darkness behind them.

And ahead, except for the firelight that could only illuminate within five meters, it was still dark. Everyone walked around with great caution, as if they saw an incomparably terrifying monster in front of them, smiling hideously, waiting for their arrival.

There is a little light in the darkness, step by step.

Along the way, there was blood everywhere, and at the intersection of a crossroads, hundreds of headless corpses were seen.

These 100 headless corpses can correspond to the 100 heads seen earlier.

When everyone saw the red lotus group case with threads on the clothes worn by these headless corpses, they suddenly exclaimed again.

"This is the Cult of Evil Flowers. It seems that it was really other people who anticipated these evil cultivators in advance and killed them. ”

Suddenly, footsteps sounded not far away. It wasn't a single footstep, but dozens, coming from the road to the east.

When everyone heard these footsteps, their faces changed. hurriedly sacrificed the magic weapon.

When a figure walked out with a torch in hand, his face changed when he saw a hundred corpses here, and thirty figures standing.

"Zhang Tiemu, Zhang Daoyou?" until the man saw clearly one of the monks on Cheng's side through the light of the fire, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"It turned out to be my own person. ”

Then behind the man, the sound of the magic weapon being withdrawn sounded.

The monks on Chu Cheng's side also breathed a sigh of relief, and at this time, they were more at peace with their own side, and their safety was more guaranteed.

"These Evil Flower Sect disciples were all killed by you?" The leader glanced at the corpses, and finally set his eyes on Chu Cheng.

There were a hundred corpses, and there were only thirty monks here. It's impossible to kill. Unless there is an extremely powerful person present.

When he saw this white-haired man, this fierce man who could seriously injure the mid-stage of the rotation with one punch, he also understood.

With this person present, it is not difficult to kill the hundred members of this evil flower sect.

"Not us. When we came, we saw these corpses. Someone shook his head.

"It's not you, could it be a few other people?" the man asked, furrowed, puzzled.

"Perhaps. Now that we have met, let's go together. I've always felt like there's a lot of danger here, but I haven't encountered it yet. ”

That's exactly what we do. ”

Two groups of people walked at the same time, and another half hour passed. Along the way, I encountered many corpses of the Evil Flower Sect. They were all beheaded with a sword.

Eventually, they came to an open gate in the depths.

The smell of blood here is even deeper. When everyone walked in, they found that there was no cave, not a cave. It's a valley.

There are two square stone walls in the valley, and you can see the night sky. Three miles away, there is a 30-zhang high altar, which is clearly visible to the eye.

Here, there are thousands of corpses. Apart from them, there were no other monks recruited by Baiyun Villa.

The night breeze whistling, with a strong smell of blood, makes people breathless.

Suddenly, a dark light suddenly fell from the sky. It was at the altar.

When everyone looked up, they saw a huge yin and yang pattern rising from the top of the altar.

The Tai Chi pattern rotates slowly, from fading to deep, from need to solid.

"The Quartet is upright, and Tai Chi is bright. Xuan Yi has no appearance!"

A light sound sounded, and with this sound, the Tai Chi pattern instantly flashed black and white.

A sword was flicked into the air, and a loud roar rang out. The entire altar crumbled and shattered, with a scream.

"This is the Pure Yang Palace.... Xuanyi has no phase......"

Everyone saw that under the Tai Chi Yin and Yang diagram that was shining with two-color light, there was an old man in a red robe, and his entire body was cracked inch by inch with the pressure of this diagram, and finally turned into fine sand.

The universal master who was hiding in the dark and followed Chu Cheng all the way, when he saw that the old man was crushed into sand by the Tai Chi pattern, and the two beads that fell were caught by a figure in a cyan robe, his face suddenly changed.

"Oh no! ”

The kind face of the universal master instantly turned hideous. It's just that he has been deep in the dark and dare not fight.

"Pure Yang Palace... This is a disciple of the Pure Yang Palace. Being able to learn the most domineering peerless Xuan Wuxiang in the Pure Yang Palace must be the chief disciple of Yifeng. Kill the leader of the Cult of Evil Flowers with a single sword. The powerhouse in the middle stage of the melting light was so vulnerable in front of him. This strength is afraid that it is above the tribulation, and the poor monk is far from being the opponent of this person. ”

"That's it, the relics are lost, and the donor. There is also hope for Yibo. ”

But in the next moment, the face of the universal master suddenly changed greatly. He saw the white-haired man rush all the way towards the ruins of the altar.

At this moment, he didn't care about anything, and ran into the distance, chasing Chu Cheng.