This is the real demon cult.

Compared with this old man, Zhang Chu's viciousness is like a child playing tricks.

"Ten Thieves of Poisonous Dogs!"

At Lin Wandong's feet, the three disciples of the Xiaoxiang Sword Sect had no rest, which made the sect's heart boil. He walked forward with the sword. The sharp sword wind rotted from the blade and stabbed directly at the poisonous old man in front of him.

But as soon as he took a step, Wuyang Zhenren behind him grabbed his arm, and the remaining few people were also led by Ren Hao and flew backwards.

"Get back! Go back!"

The leader of the alliance and the old monk Yuanwu shouted loudly to the panicked gangsters around him, asking them to withdraw further.

It's not that the decent is afraid.

But it's not over yet!

As seniors from the world who once fought with the old man Wandu, they knew that the methods of the Wandu Sect were more than that.

"Ha, what is the Demon Cult?"

The old man Wandu stood in the horrifying corpse. He stood up straight and raised it backwards. The old man echoed in this hell on earth with a few sarcastic and cold voices.

"Today I will open my eyes to you,"

He sneered, and the black fan in his hand closed.

The dead bodies around were as if they had come alive. The twisted corpses trembled abnormally. Chen Qiu was shocked and immediately reached out to cover Lin Huiyin's eyes in his arms.

Zhang Lan next to her also raised the folding fan, covering Lei Shiyin's eyes.

"puff"

It seemed like the water bag was broken and the firecrackers were lit, and it sounded one by one, making a sound.

The corpses on the ground exploded, carrying the flesh and blood of millions of poisons, were thrown farther away in the explosion, like a trick of the demons who died with the enemy when they were dying.

The corpse was already covered with fifteen feet of the old man Wan Poison. The corpse exploded and blood splashed everywhere, extending the damage range ten feet outward.

When the poisonous blood fell to the ground, it splashed with hissing sounds. When the person who could not dodge, it would leave a bloody burning poison injury. For a moment, the already panic crowd became even more panicked.

There was also a scream of ghosts and wolves howling.

The ground, the ground has been completely covered with all kinds of disgusting flesh and blood residues, just like the underworld, which is truly projected on the human world at this moment.

There is hell.

It is on the south bank of Caishiji today.

"If you fight with us in the future, please be careful. It's still time to escape now!"

The old man Wandu said a word to the decent man and flew up in the flesh and blood of the explosion. He was neither too anxious nor too slow. When he crossed several feet and landed on Jiangxin Island, no one of the soldiers in the Southern Dynasty dared to come forward to stop him.

The scene just now hit the heart and had already stamped the mark of fear on these ordinary soldiers.

Ren Hao, who was as cold as iron, took a step and saw the black fan in Tashi Ciren's hand open again, and strange poisonous smoke wrapped around the folding fan of his fingers, faintly facing the thousands of soldiers in front of him.

"Another step forward, these soldiers will die."

The hoarse voice of the people coming from the poison sounded on the river surface. He said to the martial arts masters behind him without looking back:

"I can't kill you, but it's easy to take you to get a thousand souls before you die. Decent heroes, these thousand people's life and death are just a matter of waiting for you.

I don’t care about those things that you care about rightly.”

His voice became deeper and deeper.

"When the leader was there, I was holding my hands to fight against you and others. Now that the leader is gone, I can fight happily. Tell Feng Yafu that I have accepted his letter of war.

This is the decisive battle between this generation of Ten Thousand Poisons and the Medicine King!

If he doesn't come, I will slaughter all the Southern Army next time I take action!"

Ren Hao's fists buckled his joints.

There was no longer a trace of kindness in his eyes. Faced with Wan Poison who threatened the lives of soldiers, the leader looked back at the hell-like Jiangan on earth, and those Jianghu people who were full of fear in their eyes.

He stepped forward and sternly said:

"You go, let you go today.

I also brought a message to Gao Xing when I went back, Yang Tao, the decisive battle between the north and the south is the decisive battle between good and evil. This time, Ren and you... will never stop until death!"

"Don't die!"

Wuyang Zhenren and Lin Wandong also took a step forward and shouted loudly. There were red-eyed people in the crowd who followed suit. Even the old monk Yuanwu who did not like to kill, tightened the dragon in his hand.

Fear is a very useful weapon for cowards.

But the tragic massacre could not scare everyone. It could only arouse courage and fighting spirit, arouse common hatred and abdicate, and make both sides stop until death.

When the two sides confronted each other, Chen Qiu walked back to the shore from the water.

He did not care about the departure of the old man Wandu, but stood in front of the corpse that burst all over the ground. He stretched out his hand, and twisted a finger from the flesh and blood, wrapped it with the flesh and blood, and let it be frozen in the palm of his hand.

Chen Qiu half-kneeled there, closed his eyes, lowered his head, and his fingers tightly clasped his bloody finger bones.

"Don't die..."

He whispered.

When Wandu returned to the north shore, no one came to greet them. These soldiers from the Northern Dynasties seemed to be afraid of the ferocious demons in front of them.

But Tashi Ciren didn't care at all. He walked into a forest near the camp on his own. It was where he refined the poison. He walked a few steps in the forest. Wan Du suddenly stopped walking and moved three points to the left.

As the poisonous gas was dissipating, it was like a yaksha. He glanced at the wound pierced on his left arm and looked back.

As the poisonous fog rose, a black sword brought out the sword shadow and flew across and assassinated towards him.

Behind the black sword, under the mountain ghost mask, there was murderous intent in those eyes.

He wouldn't say he would never stop.
Chapter completed!