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Three months later.

At a huge cave entrance, more than a dozen monks either stood or sat.

"We have been here for more than ten days, and there is no movement yet. I want to tell me that the man has definitely escaped from other cave entrances."

"Yes! The most unabundant thing in the Soul Abyss is this kind of honeycomb-like mountain. The entire mountain is connected with caves and there are many cave entrances. How could that person come in from this cave entrance?

"Don't say so much, the Lord of the Palace has been angry. In just a few months, more than 30 monks in our Soul-Devouring Hall have been broken into the hands of that person, but they have not even grasped the shadow of that person. Now, we must cheer up, otherwise the Lord of the Palace of the Palace may have to vent our anger."

When talking about the anger of the Palace Master, everyone was shivering.

Bang!

Suddenly, there was a strange rhythmic fluctuation, and everyone felt that their hearts suddenly jumped, and the blood in their bodies surged faster.

Everyone looked at each other, not understanding what was going on.

Bang!

Another sound, these blood surging faster.

Bang!

With the third tone, the heart beats extremely sharply, as if it is about to squeeze out the essence and blood in the body.

Bang!

In the fourth tone, the weakest Qi-refining monks screamed and fell to the ground.

When they looked, they saw that their whole bodies were bulging like inflatable, with blood surging, the size of their fists, swimming quickly along their blood vessels like insects drilling into their bodies.

Bang!

puff!

The fifth sound of the monks who were blasting, the bodies of the Qi Refining Cultivators instantly exploded, and blood poured into the sky.

Several foundation-building monks were inflating their bodies, and their blood bags surged... Judging from their appearance, they were exactly the same as the reaction of the Qi-refining monk just now.

ah--

The shrill scream was the leader of the deacon in the Golden Elixir stage. He was still maintaining his own mind at this time. Although he didn't know what happened, he could have predicted that after the next time his heartbeat, the Qi-refining monks who exploded would be his own fate.

The magic power in the whole body surged, but it could not stop the surging of blood and energy at all. It seemed that there was a powerful attraction and that it had to force the essence and blood in the body.

In this blink of an eye, the smart qi-refining cultivator had already turned into a mummy.

This sudden change scared the deacon's lips trembled and almost lost his soul.

"Give me your life! I don't know which senior I have offended, please give me your life! I am willing to serve as a slave and a servant, and a master." Nothing can be compared with life, and there is nothing to hesitate, so the deacon immediately begs for mercy.

However, the other party obviously had no intention of letting them go.

Bang!

Another heartbeat sound.

puff!

Amid the shrill howls, the bodies of the foundation-building monks instantly exploded.

The last deacon in the Golden Elixir stage finally couldn't speak anymore, his eyes protruded, his body expanded, and his skin cracked inch by inch.

Bang!

The last heartbeat sound.

puff!

Blood splattered, blood was shot, and in a blink of an eye, more than a dozen monks turned into more than a dozen mummies.

In the hole, a faint mist rolled away, and a figure walked out.

Zhang Yang licked the blood at the corner of his mouth and his face was calm.

Now his devouring technique is powerful, and at a certain distance, even the cultivator in the Golden Elixir stage cannot get rid of it. He can only be sucked away by the essence and blood, and even his soul is swallowed completely.

Bang!

Zhang Yang kicked a mummy next to him away.

With a wave of his sleeve, he put away the magic weapons and more than a dozen objects and rings scattered on the ground.

"If you continue to die, I don't mind swallowing the essence and blood sent to my mouth."

...

The sky was shining with light, and more monks gathered at the entrance of the cave.

On the ground, more than a dozen mummies were distorted in their postures, and they obviously suffered great pain before their death.

There was silence around. Everyone's face was filled with a solemn look.

First, one man was tall and his beard was twisted on his mouth, and a beard made him look very gloomy.

"There are no traces of fighting around. Could it be that the dozen or so monks of them didn't even have a chance to take action, and they were killed?"

"Also, sucking into mummies is obviously done by some zombie ancestors who are good at devouring. It seems that what Hu Haide guessed is somewhat reasonable."

The tall figure talked to himself, and everyone around him stood respectfully, and no one dared to make excuses.

"Interesting! It's really interesting! Humph! I used to kill more than 30 of us in succession, but this time I killed more than 10 of us at once... If this person is not eliminated, don't say that our plan will be difficult to succeed. I'm afraid that it won't take long to kill all the monks in my Soul-Devouring Hall."

Although this tall figure said "interesting", the anger at the corners of his eyes and the constantly twitching corners of his mouth were obviously extremely angry.

"Let's go! Go and meet the Lord of the Palace!"

As the man said, his figure flashed and disappeared. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!