Dozens of Dark Clan geniuses exuded ghostly aura, with heavy yin energy. Even the Jiumahua Valley became lifeless. These geniuses came from different regions and looked very different. Some had sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, while others had strange phenomena, while the same had ferocious faces, and they looked at me as if they were looking at a prey.

"Ant, don't you retreat?"

A young man with fish-sized patches on his face shouted coldly: "The Dark Clan is here, and you are running away with your tails in the world. Are you looking for death? Why do you need Xue Shang to take action? I can kill you ant!"

Xue Shang hugged his arms in his arms, stood on a towering rock, looking down at him and sneered: "Zhou Can, since you want to make contributions so much, this kid will give it to you."

"It's just a scum with low strength. I, Wang Long, can kill you, so that Princess Hongyue can focus on observing and understanding the method!" Another genius jumped out, his body's blood power swelled, and he had a sharp momentum.

A group of teenagers surrounded the red moon, like stars holding the moon. The red moon was wearing a long red dress, with extremely bright figures and extremely moving figures. Her bright eyes were full of agility, and she was a little wild and evil. She was indeed a peerless beauty.

More and more Dark Clan boys are declaring me, a "black charcoal boy". In a blink of an eye, I was already standing on the verge of being on the verge of the wind and surrounded by everyone.

"Since you want to die, I will fulfill you." I suddenly stood up, looked at everyone with a gaze, and said lightly: "Who will come first?"

A group of geniuses from the Dark Clan were stunned, and then they began to laugh. Many people were almost laughing and couldn't straighten their waists.

"Is this black charcoal boy crazy? He actually wants to challenge the many geniuses in the Blood Mountain of the Spirit Realm?"

"Who comes first and kill this annoying fly!"

"Fight quickly and decide quickly, we still need to understand the method!"

They were all full of resentment, with even resentment on their faces, as if they were stabbed by one word from me.

...

"Princess Hongyue, why don't we make a bet, this young man in the mortal world will lose in a few rounds." A young man wearing a red cloak and looking calmly smiled faintly. This person is extraordinary and has a sense of self-righteousness.

Hongyue smiled slightly, looked at my direction with shimmering eyes, and said, "Since the young master of Blood Mist Mountain has spoken, I believe this kid must have lived soon."

"Hahaha..." The young master of Blood Mist Mountain laughed.

Xue Shang frowned and said, "The true dragon bone is about to appear. We don't have much time left. Don't waste time on such an unknown boy. Just go and cut off his head."

"Let me do it."

A young man carrying a red gold sword jumped up and headed straight for the bluestone, his face full of fierceness: "Boy Black Charcoal, I'm here to take your dog's life!"

The red gold battle knife buzzed, lingering with strands of blood as much as an arm. The young man was quite strong.

I did not summon the spiritual equipment, but my palms were raised gently, the Shui Han sword heart roared sharply, the spiritual power burst out, and the artistic conception burst out between my fingers, forming a real sword technique. At the same time, I used the Jiuma Mountain Painting Art. For a moment, there was a faint sound of a long neighing from the sky horse, and the sharp sword intent raged out, and the frontal suppression shot fell down!

"Peng~~~"

The Red Gold Battle Sword shook back, and the Jiuma Huashan's magic power was powerful. With one sword, there was an ancient sacred mountain to suppress and crush the magic image. The young man could not resist it. The sword spitted blood and flew away. I followed the opportunity to cut it into two halves from the top of my head, dripping blood. Even his soul was shattered before he could escape.

"This dog thing..."

A group of Dark Clan boys roared, their eyes shining with fire. Unexpectedly, I would kill a Dark Clan genius in front of them.

The sword technique was shining with glory between my fingers, and I stood proudly on the huge bluestone and said, "Who is the next one?"

"I'll do it!"

A gray figure rushed over, a young man in a gray robe, with a violent aura emerging between his eyebrows, and a ball of blood was grabbed by his palm, falling into the air, and his blood power burst out completely, like a ray of sun exploding in the air.

I stood tall and protected my body. The ancient sacred mountain artistic conception appeared around me. Nine heavenly horses were galloping, emitting an extremely strong sacred aura. The nine horses were painting mountains were indeed powerful, and it seemed to have a restraining force on the blood power of the Dark Clan.

"Bang!"

The blood power of the gray-robed boy suddenly hit the Jiuma Huashan Qi machine and instantly shattered. I was blown slightly and moved a few steps and then immediately counterattacked. With a "sweep" move, I swept across the boy's waist, slashing the blood-red energy, and splashing out a large bunch of blood.

"Dare you dare?!" he roared.

"Go to die with peace of mind!"

I showed no mercy, and Jianxin pushed his strength up to another level. With a "chi" cold light swept over, the sword energy directly cut it in half.

“Ahhhh…”

The young man in gray robe fell down, and his upper body was still surging blood, supporting his body to escape, but how could I let him go? He jumped like a mountain falling from a thousand jin. With a loud "peng", the powerful magic of Jiuma Mountain Painting Art was amazing, and it directly shattered the young man's half body into powder and his soul was annihilated!

"So brave!"

The young master of Blood Mist Mountain roared, his eyes full of resentment, and said, "Little beast, how dare you kill my spiritual elite like this?"

I stepped on a pile of rotten flesh and looked calm: "People in the spiritual world should go back to the spiritual world. If you are here to be victorious, you should be conscious of being killed. Didn't you just now want to trample me as an ant? Now, aren't you killed me one by one? Next, who is the next?"

The murderous intent in his eyes became popular, and the heart of Shui Han's sword seemed to echo my murderous intent, and the extremely strong surge of energy was surging, making the geniuses of the Dark Clan around him couldn't help but take a breath.

"This person has already understood the great skill of Jiuma Mountain painting, it's not simple." Princess Hongyue opened her red lips lightly, and there was an indescribable beauty in her eyes, and she said, "Maybe, you can make friends."

She was indeed extraordinary, and she was willing to put down her posture and make a good relationship.

Unfortunately, the rest of them are unwilling.

"no!"

The young master of Blood Mist Mountain had a cold look and said, "When killing my spiritual genius in front of everyone, how can this account be written off? Since this person has mastered the master's magic trick of painting the mountain, it is also a great opportunity. Let me meet him. Such excellent qualifications can just add a battle corpse puppet with considerable combat power to me!"

I couldn't help but smile: "Waring corpses at once, what are you doing to be so arrogant?"

The light flashed in the hand of the young master of Blood Mist Mountain, and a light glow appeared in a treasure. It was a treasure similar to a black coffin. It was gloomy and exuded a strong aura of death, making people feel like they fell into hell. This treasure is not simple.

Xue Shang sneered: "Young Master of Blood Mist Mountain really looks down on this black charcoal boy. He takes the opportunity to raise a corpse furnace."

Hongyue remained silent, and her beautiful eyes looked at the corpse-raising furnace, as if she was a little afraid.

At this moment, even the girl mountain in Bingzhu Mountain woke up and said, "This corpse-raising furnace is not simple. It has a strong vitality inside, and it has the magical effect of instantly devouring life force. Be careful. Do you plan to use the Jiuma Mountain Painting Art alone to compete?"

"Well, this battle only uses the power of kendo!"

...

"Die, Black Charcoal Puppy!" The young master of Blood Mist Mountain roared, his body suddenly rushed, and the blood light in his hand surged, turning into a bloody color and swept it out.

This blood power is extremely strong, extremely thick, like a huge pool of blood crushing, suffocating.

The sky horse neighed, and thunder swept across the body. The force of Jiuma Huashan completely exploded, and a wisp of white light sword energy was stirred up. I don’t care about hurting anyone by accident. Anyone here can be killed!

"Boom~~~"

The demonic energy of the corpse-raising furnace collided with the power of Jiuma Huashan's masterpiece, causing the surrounding mountains to roar, and almost everything was trembling. Even the rock wall carved with Jiuma Huashan's masterpiece began to crack, and wisps of golden light appeared from the peeling place, and below were mysterious symbols, which turned out to be the mystery that Jiuma Huashan had not yet completed!

My heart trembled, and symbols were imprinted into my mind, and I began to understand the Dharma while fighting.

"court death!"

The Young Master of Blood Mist Mountain naturally didn't want me to understand the method like this, and the offensive became more and more crazy. The corpse-raising furnace swept across the sky and earth with the blood power of the sky and earth, and it blasted together with the Jiuma Painting Mountain again and again, but it was never broken. After all, Jiuma Painting Mountain was blessed by the Heart of Shui Han Jianxin, which was extremely stable and sharp. In addition, I was able to solve the true explanation of the silent battle technique, which was even more impossible for this young man to compete with.

After dozens of rounds, with a "double" sound, the corpse-raising furnace was shaken open, and countless undead spirits flew out from the coffin. The young master of Blood Mist Mountain looked ferocious: "Swallow, these war spirits will eat up every inch of your flesh and blood!"

"Ho huh huh huh huh huh huh ~~~"

The gust of wind was blowing, and ghostly figures condensed in the night sky, all of which were war spirits raised in the corpse-raising furnace. They were just spirit bodies, but they could launch real attacks in the material world, which was very strange.

"Broken for me!"

The heart of Shui Han's sword suddenly broke out, and Jiuma Huashan was extremely domineering, deriveing ​​countless sword intents. Many of them had just understood it, learned and sold it. For a moment, millions of sword energy flew away, crisscrossing, killing strands of war spirits on the spot. With a "death", the coffin called the corpse-raising furnace was shattered by the sword energy sacrificed by Jiuma Huashan.

"ah……"

The young master of Blood Mist Mountain retreated quickly, and a blood mark appeared between his neck, while my mind moved, and the sword intent swept across.

"Click!"

With the crisp sound, the neck bone of the Blood Mist Mountain was cut off, and the breath of life disappeared instantly. The dark soul broke out with a wail, hurriedly searching for the passage to the spiritual world, hoping to rebirth.

"I still want to leave?! Didn't you refine me into a battle corpse?"

My fingers twisted, and a blood-colored color appeared. It was a blood-red treasure needle, which was the spiritual bone needle! The young master of Blood Mist Mountain has a great cultivation level, comparable to the early stage of the Star Empire. His soul power is extremely powerful and he can no longer be killed with material attacks. He can only rely on the spiritual bone needle, such as the spiritual bone needle, to kill him.

"laugh……"

A faint blood color swept across the void and directly pierced the soul of the Young Master of Blood Mist Mountain. For a moment, the wailing sounded at the top of his lungs, and the genius boy ended up with both body and spirit!

...

At this time, Hongyue also recognized me and bit her red lips: "Bu Yixuan, you are so cruel! Even the Young Master of Blood Mist Mountain was killed by you!"

"Each one another." I said coldly.

A group of geniuses from the spiritual world poured into the real world, and the purpose was too obvious. The kings of the spiritual world must be to temper them. If I do not completely kill them today, these geniuses from the spiritual world will grow into extremely terrifying king-level existences in the future. At that time, the blood stained in their hands may have my relatives and friends.
Chapter completed!