After the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect took back the captured alien race, these Iron Sword Sect disciples immediately surrounded them. The alien races all had anger on their faces, but unfortunately they did not resist.

"Brothers! Let's have a good meal! Then practice quickly and strive to get the summoned by the head as soon as possible!"

As one of the disciples finished his words, these Iron Sword disciples raised their swords and chopped down at these alien races.

For a moment, blood and flesh flew everywhere. In a moment, these alien races had become a pile of rotten meat. At the same time, their souls were separated from the **.

The disciples of the Iron Sword Sect suddenly emitted a light in their eyes. They grabbed a soul and stuffed it into their mouths. Soon, the souls of these alien races were swallowed up by these Iron Sword Sect disciples.

Then these Iron Sword disciples did not give up. What happened next made Murong Ningyue almost vomit.

The disciples of the Iron Sword Sect suddenly rushed to the corpses of the alien race and began to eat the broken limbs and arms. Some of them began to lie on the ground, with blood flowing all over the ground.

At this moment, these Iron Sword disciples had completely lost their human form, as if they were a group of wild beasts that had not completely evolved.

Although Murong Ningyue does not reject the fact that he eats human flesh and eats raw, Murong Ningyue will definitely not accept such a crazy thing.

Fortunately, Long Ruoshui's performance was quite calm. As a divine dragon who had lived for countless years, he was not as shocked as Murong Ningyue for such a thing.

"You humans are indeed the most contradictory race. There are kind people like reincarnated Bodhisattvas and evil people like hell. You should recover your emotions quickly and let's do the serious business!"

Hearing the transmission from Long Ruoshui to him, Murong Ningyue closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, and finally calmed down her mood.

However, this guy Long Ruoshui has really grown a lot during this period. Not only does he lose the arrogance and arrogance he had at the beginning, but now he can still say such skillful words, which makes Murong Ningyue look at him with admiration.

Soon the alien race was eaten clean by the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect. Except for the remaining blood stains on the ground and the bloody smell in the air, no one would have known that such a cruel scene had happened here just now.

After eating and drinking, these disciples of the Iron Sword Sect began to practice. Murong Ningyue and Long Ruoshui were waiting quietly. After about an hour, a cold sound came from the deepest part of the crypt.

"A disciple who has reached the eighth grade comes to see me!"

As soon as the voice fell, several disciples of the Iron Sword Sect stood up with joy, and then walked towards the depths of the crypt.

Murong Ningyue and Long Ruoshui looked at each other. Although the voice just now was filled with a cold and evil aura, Murong Ningyue still heard that this was the voice of the Iron Sword Immortal.
Chapter completed!