Judging from the meaning of the Blood Killing Clan, Zhao Rui and others seemed to be staying in a very dangerous place, and they could not even predict life and death.

"Isn't it only one day passed? How could it be a year?" Zhang Heng asked in confusion.

The Blood Killing Clan did not answer this question for Zhang Heng. He only saw a little empty, and a lifelike picture appeared in front of Zhang Heng's eyes, with a familiar figure in the picture.

The man was dressed like a beggar, looking about twenty years old. He had a solemn atmosphere on his face and a cold breath of death flashed in his eyes.

The most distinctive thing is that his fiery red hair flutters gently in that dark world, giving people a feeling of loneliness.

At his feet, there were countless corpses. Some of these corpses were all kinds of strange monsters, and some were the corpses of human monks, with blood and flesh shattered bones.

A ball of flame began to burn constantly in this hill made of corpses, emitting a smell of meat.

Standing in the void, Zhang Heng could actually hear the sounds coming from the picture, and even smell various smells inside, giving the illusion of being there.

"Well, as I expected, the descendants of the Fire Ghost will definitely be able to persevere. After all, they have such a heaven-defying treasure as the Fire Source Pearl..."

The Blood Killing Clan's expression was peaceful.

"You said, he is Zhao Rui?" Zhang Heng stared at the red-haired man in the picture with his eyes.

"here we go again……"

The low voice of red-haired Zhao Rui echoed in that dark world.

Swish! More than a dozen low-level monks flew from the sky. One monk led by him had reached the middle stage of foundation building.

The faces of these humans are very strange, their eyes are blood-red, their hair is red, and their muscles are extremely strong, containing the power that cannot be underestimated.

The person in the lead was over 2.5 meters tall, and his whole body exuded a dangerous aura.

"Do these guys still belong to the category of human beings?" Zhang Heng couldn't help but wonder.

Perhaps, it is more appropriate to call them humanoid creatures.

"Kill!" When these people saw Zhao Rui, they immediately started to attack without saying a word.

Zhao Rui's cold eyes flashed with a cruel look, his fiery red hair was windless, and his hands quickly transformed into phantoms in the air.

Suddenly, half of the sky was shrouded in a layer of red flames. The surging flames formed a fire cloud, rushing towards the dozen people with amazing high temperature and heat waves.

The dozen monks ignored the Huoyun and flew directly towards Zhao Rui, with blood flashing in their eyes, with a look of madness.

After entering the fire cloud, the bodies of these monks began to burn, but they still rushed towards Zhao Rui without hesitation, without any reason in their eyes, as if they had been controlled by the killing.

Huo Yun, who is comparable to the third-level magic, was unable to burn these low-level monks to death in a short period of time.

Zhao Rui smiled coldly and pointed his finger at the fire cloud in the sky. Suddenly, the entire fire cloud suddenly expanded, and the entire space was in a depressing atmosphere.

Boom! The entire fire cloud exploded, submerging the dozen monks in it.

"Swish!" A thick blood mist rose all over the body of the monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and he actually survived the explosion.

But one of his arms and legs had been blown off.

When Zhao Rui saw the Foundation Establishment Cultivator rushing towards him, he had no panic in his eyes and raised his hand gently.

A dark red light flow formed a strange light red vortex in front of his eyes.

The monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage did not dodge or dodge and broke into the vortex.

As soon as he entered this light red vortex, his body melted in an instant and disappeared from this world.

After doing all this, Zhao Rui's heart was not beating, his face did not change, and he looked around calmly, and finally walked alone in one direction.

...

"Is he the only one left?" Zhang Heng asked.

"There are two more." The Blood Killing clone tapped the void twice with her fingers.

Two dark scenes full of killing appeared in front of Zhang Heng.

There is a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage in these two scenes, one of whom was Li Cangzi from the Xianyun Sect. For some reason, his strength actually reached the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Another foundation-building cultivator was a member of the Bixue Xiangyun Sect, who was not familiar with Zhang Heng.

"When will the three of them come out?" Zhang Heng couldn't help but ask.

"There are two days left, but for them, it's two years." The Blood Kill clone's face still had an evil smile, and he reached out to the void, and the three pictures disappeared in front of Zhang Heng like broken mirrors.

Zhang Heng sighed lightly. The character of this blood-killing clone is difficult to understand. Sometimes it seems very ruthless, but sometimes it seems very harmless.

After waiting in this universe for half a day, if I feel lonely, I will chat with Ning Xuerong in the storage bag.

At some point, the Blood Killing Clan suddenly pointed at the planet under his feet with his hands, and a white beam of light instantly descended to a certain location on the planet.

"Buzz~" The space trembled slightly, and an obese figure appeared in front of Zhang Heng.

This person is the weakest Wang Yuan.

He gasped for a few heavy breaths, and it took a while before he recovered.

"***, it's too dangerous. I almost got killed by the foundation-building cultivator." The fat man muttered a few words.

"You can make a wish to me." The Blood Killing Clan said in a indifferent tone.

"Can you let me have the best spiritual roots immediately?" The fat man's eyes rolled a few times and made such a request.

The best spiritual root is the best known type of immortal cultivation. Nan Ming and Mu Xuan have such spiritual roots, which allows them to have the foundation-building stage cultivation level in less than twenty years.

"The spiritual roots cannot be changed, but I can give you a fairy pill that can make your cultivation speed not less than those of the highest-grade spiritual roots."

"That's OK!" The fat man was very happy.

For Wang Yuan, who has extremely poor qualifications, even if he is given a fairy treasure, it will have no effect, and will instead bring him a life-threatening disaster.

The Blood Killing Clan stretched out his hand and a blue jade bottle appeared in front of Wang Yuan.

"This jade bottle contains three top-quality fortune pills." The Blood Killing clone said lightly.

The best fortune pill? Zhang Heng and Wang Yuan were both stunned.

"The Creation Pill that is crippled in the human world is a fake inferior spiritual pill. Even if it can improve people's talent, it is still very limited. This bottle of Creation Pill is a truly despicable pill refined by the fairy world. Taking the first one has the greatest effect, which is enough to allow a person with aborted spiritual roots to have a cultivation speed that is not inferior to that of the best spiritual root genius."

"That's great!" Wang Yuan happily took the bottle of the best fortune pill.

...

Two more days later, Nanming and Li Hong were teleported here by the blood-killing clones.

Nan Ming and Li Hong asked for an immortal treasure from the Blood Killing Clan, both of which achieved their goals.

He Yixiu was the last one to be teleported up. She was a little weak, her face was pale, and her eyes showed a hint of gratitude. It seemed that she had used some taboo technique.

It was not surprising that Zhang Heng could complete the mission. He had also seen the combat power of the monks on this planet.

"I want you to kill someone for me." This is the wish put forward by He Yixiu.

"How is that person's cultivation?"

"Early stage of the Nascent Soul." He Yixiu's snow-white face was determined.

"Report the name and wait for the cave trial, the person will die immediately." The Blood Killing clone said indifferently.

"Jiang Yushi, the leader of the Poison Demon Sect."

Zhang Heng was slightly stunned. Isn’t this person Wuji Poison Demon? He Yixiu didn’t know that he said that day, was Wuji Poison Demon good to her?

"This person indirectly killed my mother, and now I restrict my freedom. I want him to die." He Yixiu said this to Zhang Heng. Judging from his expression, he did not seem to have hatred for Zhang Heng's actions that day.

The Wuji Poison Demon and Ouyang Tiande were accused of being together, which was also his own enemy. He deserved it, and Zhang Heng was secretly happy.

"Very good. You guys have passed the third level. The most important thing about this level is to test your courage. The difficulty of the task is not very high."

"The next is the last level." The Blood Kill clone tapped his fingers.

Three Foundation Establishment Cultivators in the chaotic clothing appeared in front of several people.

These are Zhao Rui and the other two.

The eyes of these three people were a little cold and numb, and the murderous aura emitted from their bodies could make ordinary people afraid.

Among them, Zhao Rui with fiery red hair is the most eye-catching.

Zhao Rui glanced at everyone with a cold look, and finally frozen on Zhang Heng.

"Brother..." Zhao Rui's voice was very dry and hoarse. His mouth had a not-short beard, which made him look a few years older than he actually was.

Zhang Heng found that Zhao Rui had lost all the storage bags on his body, and his clothes were even more messy than beggars.

Zhao Rui has been in some corner for three years and has become such a land.

"This is... the Creation Pill left for the elder brother's disciples." Zhao Rui's fiery red hair covered half of his black face.

He took out a jade bottle from his clothes, which was the one containing the Creation Pill.

The gray-black palm trembled slightly, and the bottle of Creation Pill was delivered to Zhang Heng's eyes.

Looking at Zhao Rui, who looked cold and numb in front of him, Zhang Heng felt a lot of emotion and took the heavy bottle of fortune pill.

Seeing Zhang Heng take the bottle of fortune pill, Zhao Rui's eyes lit up and felt relieved. Then he closed his eyes and lay on Zhang Heng. He fell asleep the next moment, with a happy smile on his lips.

Surviving in a killing world for three years is also tiring enough.

"The last level is over." The voice of the Blood Kill clone had a few ethereal meanings, rippling in this infinite and vast universe.

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