Han Yun and others followed the Yin Zimen disciple for two cups of tea. The bloody smell in the cave became stronger and stronger, and the surrounding rocks became darker and darker, as if they were really soaked in blood. Under the reflection of the fire, there was still a faint light of water.

Han Yun frowned and quietly wiped the wall lightly. He felt wet and greasy, and his heart skipped a moment, and he thought to himself: "Is the liquid oozing out of the stone wall really blood?"

At this moment, Long Ruo's voice transmission sounded in his ears: "Han Yun, I feel something is wrong!"

Han Yun felt a little nervous and carefully noticed around him. The Yin Corpse Sect disciple in front was still walking forward slowly. The terrain was getting lower and lower, and it was obviously going deeper into the ground. Now it might have entered below the sea level. Han Yun condensed his voice into a line and sent it out: "Brother Long, something is indeed wrong. Has we been seen through?"

"It is possible that I didn't meet a disciple of the Yin Corpse Sect along the way, which is very abnormal!" Long Ru's cold voice brought a hint of severity. Han Yun hesitated. If he suddenly attacked now, the other party was anxious to jump over the wall, and it was hard to protect Yue'er. But if it was really a trap, he followed him stupidly, not to fall into the trap. Just as Han Yun was hesitating, his heart suddenly thumped, and a very delicate feeling surged up, just like a string in his heart was pulled out. Han Yun couldn't help but be overjoyed and almost blurted out: "Quochu!"

Han Yun stopped as soon as he was excited, and everyone behind him immediately became nervous and were ready to go. The Yin Zi Sect disciple who was walking in front of him trembled obviously, then turned his head and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Don't be yin, don't be too slow, General Manager You is still waiting in front!"

Yin Bulu is the name of the man that Han Yun pretended to be. There is a strange rule in the Yin Zi Sect. All disciples who enter the school must change their surname Yin. The disciples who enter the same class take the same character in the middle. For example, Yin Bulu, Yin Bulu, Yin Bulu, Yin Bulu, etc. are the "not" generation. At first glance, it sounds like a group of constipation or irregular menstruation. I just don't know if there are any people who call Yin Bulu not lift Yin Bulu not up or up!

Han Yun was happy and anxious. It turned out that Chuochuo was here, so he followed him strode. The disciple of the Yin Corpse Sect breathed a sigh of relief and continued to walk forward, but his pace was obviously much faster. Long Ruo, dressed as a blood corpse, couldn't help frowning and sent a message: "Han Yun, 70% of us may have been discovered. They probably set up a trap to let us fall into the trap!"

At this time, even if it was a sea of ​​swords and fire, Han Yun kept walking and said in a voice: "Brother Long, don't worry, we should follow the plan and adapt to the situation, wait a little longer!"

Long Ruo sighed inwardly and followed Han Yun step by step. The uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger. The bloody smell in the cave became stronger and stronger. The sound of dripping water and messy footsteps were faintly heard in front of him. The footsteps were floating and heavy, obviously ordinary mortals who had never practiced. After turning a corner, everyone couldn't help but clenched their fists, and Han Yun's eyes almost burst into flames. His fists were clenched, and his nails were pierced into his palms!

A huge pool of blood appeared in front of him. The blood in the pool was bubbling with bubbles, and black heads were floating on it. You could even clearly see the painful and confused faces, and bloody and rotten swelling in the face. Han Yun felt a surge in his stomach, and he was so disgusting that he wanted to vomit. The cultivators behind him were all pale. Several female cultivators could not help but squat on the ground and vomited wildly, and they almost vomited bile.

There was a high platform next to the blood pool, and there was a team of more than twenty people lined up, all of which were mute mortals. There were ten Yin Corpse disciples wearing black robes but not wearing hoods on the platform. One of the Yin Corpse disciples wearing short-lived clothes was holding a shiny ghost-headed knife in his hand, and his body was covered with blood. This guy with a fat face was like a hell ghost. He swung his head skillfully, and his head flew out and fell into the blood pool. The blood on his neck splattered out like a fountain, and the blood sprayed all over his face. The man took the headless mortal body indifferently and turned it over, causing all the blood to be sprayed into the blood pool. Until the last drop was flowing, he threw the corpse aside as garbage. Naturally, someone came to drag the corpse away and threw it into the deep pit on the other side.

There were countless headless corpses piled up in the deep pit, and at first glance they were covered with blood-stained hands, hands, feet, men, women, old and young, and waves of stench emerged from the deep pit, and the elephants were probably killed. This time, even the old man Xu Lingzi couldn't help but retching!

Seeing this, the disciples of the Yin Corpse Sect on the stage laughed wildly. The executioner with blood on his face laughed even more ferociously and cursed loudly: "A group of crooked guys!" A knife light flashed in his hand and slashed one person's head again, and blood spurted out.

Han Yun's hands tightened suddenly, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes. The executioner lifted the headless corpse like an eagle catching a chicken, shook it twice, and threw it at Xu Lingzi and others. Haha laughed wildly, "I'm hungry, are you hungry? I'll give you some fresh things!"

Pang!

The headless blood corpse was thrown into the middle of the cultivators. Blood was still gushing from the broken neck of the neck, and his hands and feet were twitching. They were a pair of polar young hands and feet, which were the years when youth was blooming like flowers. The female cultivators were so scared that they looked pale, covering their faces and dared not see them, or they had all killed people, but this was the first time they saw such a cruel scene. The stomach and intestines rolled again, and they wanted to vomit all their internal organs.

"Haha!" The ten Yin Corpse disciples on the stage laughed wildly, and blood dripped on the edge of the platform, hitting the blood pool. The mortals lined up next to them were blank, their eyes were neither sad nor happy, just like a group of poultry to be slaughtered. The whole picture was hideous and terrifying. Han Yun only felt a manic hot thing suddenly burst out from the bottom of his heart, and his eyes suddenly turned red. The executioner laughed wildly and held on to the bun of a mortal next to him. It was a beautiful young woman. The executioner's knife wiped it over without hesitation.

The big head flew up. When he liked the moment when the sharp blade entered the flesh, the blood gushed out like a fountain. The executioner smiled because the blood was spraying very high and brilliantly. It was the highest and reddest blood column he had ever seen. But how did the costume on the headless corpse look so familiar? The executioner was a little confused. When he saw the ghost-headed knife in the hand of the headless corpse and the hand holding a woman's hair bun, he understood that the headless corpse with familiar outfits turned out to be his own.

The executioner was confused again. The headless corpse belonged to him. Who am I? He wanted to reach out and touch his head, but he found that he had no hands. There were pools of blood floating in the heads. He fell in and became one of them.

All the Yin Corpse disciples on the stage were stunned. They thought that the young woman would fly up, but they didn't expect that the executioner's own head would fly up first. The fountain-like blood sprayed more than three meters high, which was the highest blood column they had ever seen. But before they could react, they felt their necks chill and their heads flew up!

The cloak on Han Yun's body had been completely blown up. He stood quietly among the ten headless corpses. Ten streams of hot blood sprayed into the sky and sprinkled like raindrops, pouring him into a bloody man, and his body exuded a murderous intent that soared into the sky, like a blood evil Shura. Everyone was stunned, and then he roared at the same time: "Well, kill!"

The nine cultivators wearing blood corpse clothes followed suit and returned to their original clothes. Long Ruo's sword intent surged out, and the blood-red clothes were instantly twisted into powder, and the white clothes floated like a sword. Since it was exposed, there was no need to hide it anymore. Let's kill you happily. The Chilong Sword was unsheathed, and the Yinzi Sect disciple who was responsible for leading the way was cut into two pieces by the Chilong Sword that broke through the air before he could escape.

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