The soil, either brown or black and purple, was constantly turned on and flew away at will, covering the body thrown away a little.

When another sword fell, a sudden clanging sound came, as if a hard object was in contact, and it was blocked for a moment. Leng Xiao turned his wrist, and the sword energy squeezed, lifting a piece of yellow earth out. Below, the sword body touched, there was also a long sword.

This long sword is silver-white all over, with a simple shape, but it is sharp and can be connected to the horned soldiers without falling under the wind. There is a hand holding it on the hilt of the sword. This hand is in a purple color, unlike ordinary people. There are insect biting marks hidden on the skin.

Leng Xiao just thought that someone was buried holding the sword tightly without letting it go. The sword fell to the side for a while, trying to dig it out. With only a few swords, the soil flew over. The people above took the spiritual energy as their guide and immediately took out the soil to avoid congestion of the hole.

The head is exposed, which is a short middle-aged man. The head is short, thick, black and curly. Even if it is covered with a layer of loess, it is difficult to hide his arrogance.

In just a few breaths, he dug to his waist. Leng Xiao's expression moved, his eyes did not turn, but the light fell on the man's drooping arm. He almost hesitated and immediately retreated. The horned soldiers lined up to him, and silver-white light and shadow fell in an instant, hitting the horned soldiers, and their spiritual energy was stirring, causing both of them to sway black and their clothes to fly.

The person above showed abnormality, but the space was narrow and unable to help, and a few quick calls came.

Leng Xiao's long sword shook, and the cold light on the blade rages. The two swords intertwined, and he felt a trace of coldness coming from the blade and pierced into his palm.

When I raised my hand, there was a red dot in the palm of my palm, like a cinnabar, which was even more bright red than a woman's lips. After a closer look, there were only red dots, and there were no scars, but there was a slight tingling from my palm.

The spiritual energy surged in the body, pouring into the palm of the meridians and falling towards the red dot. The middle-aged man rushed back with a sword. How could he give Leng Xiao a time to react?

Leng Xiao had no chance to withdraw, and in desperation, he met the man with a sword in his left hand. A cold sneer appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, and Leng Xiao had already pushed a light-colored insect out of his palm. With the spiritual energy, the red dots swelled, and a light blue insect was forced out. At this time, a trace of coldness came from his left hand. Leng Xiao suddenly felt a warning in his heart and let go.

The same Gu worm flew out from the hilt of the sword. If Leng Xiao slowed down halfway, the Gu worm would pierce into his palm.

A cold sneer appeared on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, and he opened the Leng Xiao's long sword with one sword and landed straight in the corner. He said coldly: "The swordsman lost his long sword, so he asked someone to see if you have some ability."

Leng Xiao crushed the light blue insect and raised his fingers to clamp the silver-white sword coming towards him. The force of struggle came from the sword body. Leng Xiao let go again and his body tilted.

There was no force coming from the long sword, but a large piece of worms attacked. Leng Xiao brushed his sleeves and crushed the large piece of worms into powder.

At this moment, Leng Xiao appeared. When the insects died, light blue mist floated in strands. Driven away with spiritual energy, with little effect. The mist still rushed towards Leng Xiao like a beast, and in just a moment it penetrated into Leng Xiao's body.

A few shouts came from above, intertwining the voices of Qiu Yansheng, Han Yue and several elders.

When the fog entered the body, Leng Xiao's body suddenly became a little cold, as if he was in an ice cellar, the cold air penetrated his bone marrow, and he couldn't help but have a cold war.

How could a middle-aged man give up this opportunity? His eyes lit up immediately, and the sword fell straight to Leng Xiao’s chest, pressing him step by step. Leng Xiao raised his fingers to make a sword, and compared it. The two flesh fingers showed a white luster, like jade and stone. Compared with the sword, he did not fall in the wind for a while.

Leng Xiao's body burst out with cold air, and his movements were blocked for a moment. In front of him, the middle-aged man raised his sword and came straight towards Leng Xiao's throat. Han Yue screamed in his ears, but it was covered by Qiu Yansheng's roar. When others were shocked and angry, the person involved was indifferent.

The silver-white long sword was just an inch before Leng Xiao's throat, and trembled slightly, falling toward the ground. The master of the long sword opened his eyes and looked shocked and angry. He saw an indigo long sword piercing his chest.

Elder Shangfang felt a little relieved, but Leng Xiao shouted "Be careful". Seeing that the soil wall had already been wandering around by the insects, it was so loose that it was extremely loose, and I was afraid it could be easily broken. Just like this person, half of his body was buried in the soil, but he could easily escape.

Sure enough, after Leng Xiao shouted, the hard stone slab was lifted up, and dozens of figures emerged from it, attacking the people on the ground. A black cloud popped out from someone's sleeve and crushed into the hole below, completely ignoring the safety of the roll of people.

The person in this scroll can compare with Leng Xiao, and his cultivation is not weak. Even if he has a sword in his body, he may not die. However, after his eyes touched the black cloud, his eyes were filled with extreme fear, which was difficult to hide. The scroller shouted loudly: "Old Zhang, what do you mean!"

The person who released the black cloud was a bald old man. The bald old man's eyes looked strange, his pupils were extremely small, and he was listless, as if two insects were squirming. He glanced at the man and said no, but the hideousness and cruelty revealed at the corner of his mouth undoubtedly revealed all his thoughts.

The man spread his arms and didn't care about Leng Xiao, so he wanted to escape. The sword energy suddenly rose up from the horned soldiers, and the blood hole formed was flowing like blood.

The man was immediately restrained from his actions. Leng Xiao stepped forward and stretched out his hand to find a copper bell from his arms. In the small hole of the bell, a pair of eyes were staring straight at Leng Xiao, emitting bloodthirsty and coldness.

Leng Xiao immediately opened the bell, and the Gu mother inside was still lying there quietly, motionless. Leng Xiao resisted the nausea in his heart, didn't care about so much, crushed it, stuffed it into a pill, and swallowed it whole.

The pill turned into a warm current and dispersed, and the body of the Gu mother flowed into Leng Xiao’s limbs and bones. A warm feeling came at once, dispelling all the previous coldness. There were many antidotes near the poison, and the poison of the Gu insect would be able to be relieved by the Gu mother’s body. If countless people were infected with this poison, only one person would be able to survive in the end.

If the Gu Cultivator personally controls the Gu mother and leads out the Gu insect, it is like a mortal who goes to the blue sky barefoot.

The coldness dissipated, and the black fog had fallen above the person who was curled. It was touched. The person immediately withered withered like a scallop, rotting and falling off. As the black fog moved downward, half of the face of the curled man fell, revealing white bones.

Leng Xiao suddenly felt cold in his heart, and he suddenly drew out his sword and went straight to his side. A corpse was dug out on his side, and there was a hole. The soil around the hole was also extremely loose and was about to collapse. He was digging, but it was as easy as raising his fingers and tying his eyebrows.

The soil was flying, burying half of the man who had fallen down. Even if he didn't look at it, he knew the man's fate.

The black fog came in an instant, silently. In the darkness, Leng Xiao could not see things, but felt something when he died, and his heart was beating. He rushed up suddenly, and the soil above was looser. The cut stone slab had been removed, and he was unaware of who had been lifted away.

There was black mist at the bottom of his feet, and the bald old man stood in front of him with a grim smile, with a meaningful look.

"My friend Leng, I should thank you for choosing a good place to dig."

As he spoke, he slapped Leng Xiao with one palm, and there was also a black mist on his palm, with a fishy smell mixed in it. I don’t know if it was a bloody smell or a rotten smell.

Leng Xiao's expression condensed, and his body turned around in the air and rushed to the right. Someone on the right surrounded him and saw that the person who came was only in the realm of the first infant, Leng Xiao suddenly burned the Yuanying, and his expression did not fluctuate at all. The long sword raised, and there was no sharp edge at the beginning, and the power was overwhelming when it fell. The man couldn't dodge, and the long sword in his hand was cut off by Leng Xiao, and even his arm was broken.

With a scream, Chu Tiankuo's eyes flashed, and he immediately threw away his opponent and stabbed the man in the back with a sword.

The result was not successful, Leng Xiao had no time to look at it, and the black fog behind him had already stained the soles of his shoes. He pulled his legs away, and he took off his soles of his shoes and landed steadily ten feet away.

When it landed, Leng Xiao suddenly pointed a finger forward, and a hidden shadow fell towards the black fog. The bald man was disdainful at first. When the two touched each other, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, and a terrifying look flashed in his eyes. He quickly waved his sleeves, put away the black fog, and sprayed out several mouthfuls of blood.

When he raised his eyes again, Leng Xiao was already standing in front of him, with the tip of the sword facing the ground, and his wrist raised, and suddenly a sword light flashed, from bottom to top. The bald man's body protection spirit was broken, and a blood line appeared in the middle of his body, which opened in an instant, and his body fell obliquely to both sides.

And Chu Tiankuo was also chasing the man who had just been killed by Leng Xiao. Leng Xiao only reminded him indifferently: "Don't commit murder."

This sentence fell into the ears of the elder Qinghen Sect, and they were full of anger. It was known that this sentence was not what Leng Xiao said, but was spit out from the mouth of the real person Qingjian and could not be refuted. When the Gu Cultivator heard it, he was even more unscrupulous, as if he was not willing to live. The elder Qinghen Sect was already at a disadvantage in numbers and was timid, and he was at a disadvantage for a while and frequently suffered injuries.

Leng Xiao moved his body, and the long sword fell one after another, cutting off the limbs of the Gu Cultivator, leaving only one of his torso to the ground. The Gu Cultivator screamed with a shrill scream, and there was pain, but more of it was unwillingness and fear. This fear did not come from Leng Xiao, but from other Gu Cultivators.

If he becomes a useless person, his end will be nothing more than becoming the nutrients for other Gu cultivators to raise Gu insects.

Leng Xiao said indifferently: "Elders, remember, don't take human life."

Qiu Yansheng suddenly laughed out loud and said with a qi: "That's right, are we righteous monks, who are bloodthirsty?"

As he spoke, the long sword in his hand had fallen on the shoulder of a Gu cultivator. The Gu cultivator could not only have the cultivation of the golden elixir, how could he resist it? In the end, he ended up with a stick.

The cultivators from Qinghen Sect are no longer effective, but the Nascent Soul cultivation level is the Nascent Soul cultivation level. Although there are many people who are cultivating Gu, the most people are just golden elixirs. The cultivators of Qinghen Sect also often seek soft persimmons to start, which is called Gu Cultivating the liver and gallbladder.

People with advanced Gu Cultivation and cultivation are slaughtering for a while, but the blood stained in their hands is not flowing from the elders of Qinghen Sect, but from those Gu Cultivation who collapsed on the ground and lost their limbs. The methods are cruel and they also call it: It is better to die to become a hero than to live as a waste.

The so-called hero, who can remember you so humiliatedly? The world is indifferent and it is not easy for everyone to survive. Who can remember you, the nameless person!

Someone faced the butcher knife of the powerful man of the same clan and said in horror: "The elders kill like this, but they don't know that it is exactly what they want. I'll ask the elders' assistant!"

The butcher's knife fell, and the cold light was shining. Facing a life-and-death crisis, the man's eyes opened angrily and put everything in his eyes. In the end, the butcher's knife cut off a layer of cold hair, but it suddenly stopped.

"It makes sense."

After saving his life, this person seemed to have used all his strength, regardless of the raging spiritual energy around him, and howled everywhere, and felt a sense of life after the disaster in his heart. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Wherever Leng Xiao passed, the golden elixir had broken limbs, the Nascent Soul's body was destroyed, and the Nascent Soul escaped. The only other things that Gu Cultivator could compete with him were the second. The person who was in the scroll was dead, and the bald old man fled, and at this moment it was like entering a state of no one.

Regardless of the situation, he only looked at the wounded ground, and raised his sword and fell down with a loud bang. The sword light continued to grow, just like a crescent moon in the sky, touching the ground, leaving a deep ravine.

The soil was loose, and it collapsed immediately under this piece, stirring up a piece of dust. Some of the limbs were removed and buried by the soil, while the even sound Golden Elixir Gu Cultivation fell down together. The elder of Qinghen Sect only waved his sleeves and wiped away the smoke and dust.

In front of me, there is a big pit under the hall, which is in depth and goes straight to the dark place. Looking at the naked eye, it can reach the incline of the soil, at least a hundred feet.

At this moment, this hundred-foot pit is like a tomb where ten thousand people are buried. In addition to the Gu Cultivator who fell into it, there are also corpses. I don’t know how many Gu Cultivators are rampant back and forth, and even those who fall into it are busy.

It was when many Golden Pills Cultivators rushed out that Leng Xiao went downward. The spiritual energy flashed, illuminating a world. There was a passage on the deepest point, and Leng Xiao drilled into it.

He was just doing it with caution and came to visit him personally, but he didn't expect that it was really weird.

Previously, the Gu cultivator could not hide and finally appeared from the ground. The Gu cultivator could not predict the future, so it was naturally impossible to ambush in advance. There must be something different below. The Gu insects cultivated by these corpses are mostly ordinary items and are not of great use. The Gu cultivator takes a lot of effort, so it is obviously not so simple.

As he thought in his heart, there should be another entrance to enter the ground. Just searching around is far less direct than so, saving time. This passage is extremely rough and there are traces of fresh excavation everywhere.

Leng Xiao kept on for a moment, and after a moment, he felt his eyes lit up. The size of the heaven and earth is comparable to the hall on the ground. The walls around him are inlaid with night pearls. At a glance, it is more than a few hundred. The night pearls are not very bright, they are dim and dark, like ghost fire.

In the middle of the hall, there were hundreds or thousands of things like Leng Xiao’s previous large jar, in an orderly manner. There was a vacancy in the position. And that vacancy was in his fingertips.

Leng Xiao made a big move with a big hand, and his spiritual energy flashed and he put away all the big tanks. Someone rushed out of the hole, and it was Qiu Yansheng.

He showed a hint of surprise, glared at him, glanced back and forth, and said, "How come he is empty if such a difficult intrusion?"
Chapter completed!