After resting in the small town for a night, Chen Xinzhu and his party hit the road again.
At noon.
Arriving at a certain mountain, Chen Xinzhu frowned slightly, looked at a middle-aged man beside him, and asked.
"Where is this place? Are there any towns or villages?"
The middle-aged strong man was a squad leader among the third-rate warriors. Hearing Chen Xinzhu's question, he did not dare to neglect and replied quickly.
"Sir, there is indeed a small town with a population of tens of thousands about twenty miles away."
Hearing this, Chen Xinzhu frowned even deeper, pointed his hand in a certain direction, and continued to ask.
"Is it in that direction?"
The middle-aged man was stunned and nodded repeatedly. "That's the direction."
Before he finished speaking, Chen Xinzhu's figure had quickly moved away in that direction, and only his voice remained in place.
"Go and notify the others immediately and ask them to gather and rush to this town."
Seeing the purple figure quickly disappearing, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and quickly went to notify the others.
After spending seven days with Mr. Chen from the Huashan Sect, this was the first time he saw such a look on Mr. Chen.
He understood that Mr. Chen might have discovered something that he didn't know about, maybe he had discovered traces of the demons from the Netherworld Sect.
Thinking of this, the middle-aged strong man felt awe-inspiring and did not dare to neglect.
Chen Xinzhu drove forward nearly ten miles, and his frown deepened.
"The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger."
This place is still more than ten miles away from the town, but the smell of blood can reach here. I'm afraid this town...
Thinking of this, Chen Xinzhu subconsciously recalled the encounter nearly a year ago, with the demon fox that slaughtered a small town.
Chen Xinzhu subconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword, murderous intent suddenly rising in his heart.
Jin Yan Gong was operating at full power, and Chen Xinzhu was so fast that only a purple figure could be seen.
A quarter of an hour later, when he arrived at the gate of the town, Chen Xinzhu glanced over, his eyes extremely cold.
Looking around, I saw the corpses of small town residents lying on the ground, with blood flowing everywhere.
Looking at the miserable corpses on the ground, Chen Xinzhu quickly discovered that they were all brutally murdered with sharp weapons.
"Netherworld Cult?" Chen Xinzhu whispered to himself, but his tone was as cold as the heavy snow in the cold winter of December.
Chen Xinzhu quickly stepped into the town without stopping at the entrance of the town.
Along the way, human corpses were everywhere, including men and women, old and young, all of them died in miserable ways.
Looking at this hell-like scene, Chen Xinzhu's murderous intention grew endlessly.
Without stopping, Chen Xinzhu hurried towards the center of the town. His powerful soul power allowed him to detect a trace of movement coming from there.
…
In the center of the town, an old man in green robes who was nearly sixty years old looked at his companions who fell one after another around him, feeling extremely desperate.
In just half an hour, only a few hundred of them were left in this small town out of tens of thousands of residents.
Looking at the group of men in black robes who were killing people outside like cutting wheat, the eyes of the old man in green robes burst with intense hatred.
This damn Nether Cult monster!
The old man in green robe turned to look at his daughter-in-law and granddaughter behind him, with a trace of unbearable flash in his eyes. He wanted to say something to comfort him, but he really didn't know how to speak.
The smart daughter-in-law seemed to have noticed something and whispered to her father-in-law.
"Father-in-law, don't worry about me and Wan'er. We are mentally prepared."
The old man in green robe glanced at the scissors in his daughter-in-law's hand, and then at his little granddaughter shivering in his arms, feeling extremely sad in his heart.
Nodding slightly, the old man in green robe turned to look at the man in black robe outside, and tightened his grip on the woodcutter in his hand.
This damn Nether Cult monster!
…
Chen Xinzhu quickly rushed to the center of the town and soon saw a large group of mysterious people wearing black robes. He also saw the human corpses lying on the street behind them.
Seeing Chen Xinzhu, the group of men in black robes were also startled.
A man in black robe who looked like the leader asked in a cold tone: "How come there are still people alive?"
A man in black robes on the side quickly replied: "Master Qi, everyone in the town has been killed. This kid may be from outside."
The black-robed leader nodded, his tone still cold.
"Kill."
As soon as the words fell, the two men in black robes immediately moved and quickly surrounded Chen Xinzhu.
Standing at the intersection, Chen Xinzhu did not pay attention to the group of men in black for the first time. Instead, he carefully looked at the corpses of the town residents on the ground.
Seeing the bright red and extremely dazzling blood flowing everywhere, Chen Xinzhu could no longer contain the murderous intention in his heart.
Chen Xinzhu looked back, glanced at the two men in black who were surrounding him, and then looked at the many men in black in the distance.
Clang!
An extremely loud and crisp sword cry sounded instantly, and a chilling energy flashed away.
The sound of the sword is like a divine sword coming to the world, and like the cry of a divine eagle, it spreads far in all directions.
A few miles away, Xue Jiang and his party, who were rushing towards the town, also heard the sound of the sword, and their expressions changed.
"This is Senior Brother Chen!" Xue Jiang said with certainty.
Zheng Ning's face became a little more solemn. "In other words, the demons from the Netherworld Sect are just ahead?"
Yang Jianzhang's face was also extremely serious and he kept walking.
"Walk!"
The group of people speeded towards the town.
Town center.
The Purple Xu Sword in Chen Xinzhu's hand is filled with purple light, swiping, slashing, stabbing or teasing.
Every time he swung his sword, one man in black was bound to fall, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen men in black died under his sword.
Seeing this scene, the remaining men in black were a little dumbfounded.
Where does this God of Death come from?
The leader in black came back to his senses, his murderous intent suddenly aroused, and he said in a cold tone: "Come together and kill him!"
As soon as the words fell, the leader in black was already rushing towards Chen Xinzhu. The other men in black paused for a moment and were about to follow, but they found that the leader in black was also killed by Chen Xinzhu with a sword.
Seeing this scene, the remaining men in black were frightened to death.
The leader who had been at the second-rate level for many years and also understood the true meaning of martial arts was just killed with a single sword?
What exactly is going on?
After coming back to their senses, the remaining men in black did not dare to stay any longer and fled in all directions.
He killed another man in black with a casual sword. Chen Xinzhu looked up and saw that the slowest man in black had escaped dozens of meters away, and the fastest man in black had even reached a hundred meters.
outside.
Chen Xinzhu's expression did not change at all, he stretched out his left hand, and the Purple Cloud Sword Qi poured into his body.
Purple air fills the five fingers.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
Along with the faint cry of the sword, several rays of lavender sword energy flashed from the five fingers.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
Many men in black who were running away stopped one after another, and there was a small hole one finger wide on their foreheads.
The look between his eyes slowly dissipated.
Plop! Plop! Many men in black fell heavily to the ground.
Chen Xinzhu slowly retracted his left hand, sheathed the sword with his right hand, turned around and looked at the corpses of the small town residents on the street, and sighed softly.
"Have a good trip..."
…
When Yang Jianzhang and others came to the center of the town, they saw such a scene.
On the broad street, among countless human corpses, Chen Xinzhu, dressed in a purple brocade robe, stood with his sword standing, looking into the distance.
At this moment, his whole body was filled with light purple light, looking extremely divine...