Chapter 151 Extermination

The rotten old man was very calm, "Oh, I want to listen to how he killed more than 20 moon souls."

The second elder did not dare to hide it. He detailed the beginning and end of the matter from beginning to end, observing the expression of the rotten old man from time to time, but as if this matter had nothing to do with him, the look of the old man had not changed much.

"So you are the only one who escaped!"

The rotten old man smiled gently, and this strange atmosphere made the two elders very uneasy.

"Shang, if you need anything, please tell me, and I will redeem it." The second elder stood in the middle of the hall uneasily, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

Since he took charge of the Hehuan Sect, he seems to have never calmed down. Although these events have nothing to do with him, they still reflect his ability from the side.

"They're all dead. You can go down and stay with them." The rotten old man put his hand behind his back, and his gentle smile made the two elders chill all over.

"You forced me," the second elder suddenly became ferocious. "I don't have credit or hard work. I didn't expect you to kill me."

The staring cyan martial soul floated out of his shoulder, and the rotten old man didn't seem to see it. He bowed his head and meditated.

The rotten old man is very domineering and must do what he says. The second elder knows that it is difficult for him to live, but even death can't make him comfortable.

"Self-explosion martial soul"

The two elders are also decisive. The gap in cultivation makes it impossible for his soul skills to hurt the rotten old man. The self-exploding martial soul is the ultimate killer of the soul, but few people will use it.

If the martial soul dies after dissipating, even the soul will not be left, and there will never be two elders in this world.

The only glimmer of life is that the self-explosion of the martial soul can drag the footsteps of the rotten old man and give him a little time to breathe. After the self-exploding of the martial soul, the soul power in the body cannot dissipate in an instant. With the remaining soul power, he may escape far away, and there may be a chance to rise again.

"Ignorance!" The rotten old man shouted fiercely, and the two elders only felt that they could hardly control themselves.

The effect of self-explosion of the martial soul is extremely strong. The martial soul is the concentration of soul power and the strongest place of soul power. Most of the power of a soul person who has practiced for many years is concentrated here, and the instant explosion is almost equivalent to the full attack of dozens of souls of the same level, which is very terrible.

"explosion"

The second elder found that his martial soul did not burst in front of the rotten old man as he imagined. Instead, he noticed that he seemed to have made some bad changes.

Looking down, it has completely turned into hot blood below the calf and is spreading further upward.

The fear in the eyes of the two elders can't be concealed, "Old rotten ghost, you don't want to die..."

The sad cry spread throughout the Hehuan sect, and everyone couldn't help shivering.

The rotting old man staddled around the hall, and the pool of blood had already been refined into his body and became part of his strength.

After losing many moon souls, Hehuanzong seems to be finished. In view of all this, the rotten corpse old man has no pain. In his eyes, his cultivation is the most important. As for the sect or something, it doesn't matter, but without the supply of corpses in the dungeon is a huge loss.

Suddenly, something seemed to come to mind, and a smile appeared on the face of the rotten old man.

It slowly rot from the face, and the body was sharply raised. In a moment, it completely changed to another appearance, which was extremely ugly and dirty.

The rotten old man looked at his body with satisfaction, and his big white eyes turned around, completely black.

"Report to the head..." The disciple of the message lowered his head and quietly retreated.

"Come in and talk."

"Yes... Yes..." The disciple swallowed his saliva and suppressed his fear, "Zhao Haoran, Zhao Haoran is... In Broken Soul Mountain.

When the second elder entered the mountain, he sent a person back to report the news, but his cultivation was too poor. It took a long time to rush back to Hehuanzong and happened to meet the rotten old man who changed his appearance.

The rotten minced meat showed a reluctant smile, and the disciple who sent the message was cold and subconsciously wanted to leave.

He Huanzong seemed to have little future, and the rotten old man did not care about his quiet departure.

In the eyes of the rotten old man, all the people here have become the materials for his cultivation, and the life or death of a sect doesn't matter to him.

Out of the hall, the disciple who sent the message had not gone far yet. Suddenly, he felt cold and lost consciousness in an instant. The rotten old man was intoxicated to absorb the smelly blood, and the breath on his body was thicker.

There are more than 1,000 disciples at the top and bottom of Hehuanzong. Due to Zhao Haoran's invasion, they are all in a busy state.

"If I catch that bastard and kill him and disturb my practice, I really don't want to live."

"Forget your two subordinates. You haven't seen that the soul under Zhao Haoran's palm for ten months has even retreated, and your body is also looking for death."

"I..." The speaker just now was discouraged and didn't know what he remembered. Suddenly, he was happy. "I heard that this time it shocked the leader. That boy must have no place to die. Our leader is famous. How can't he be compared with his younger generation?"

"Hahaha, that's a good way to make you die quickly." The rotten old man waved his palm, and both of them turned into blood and adhered to his body. "It's your creation to increase my strength."

Most of the disciples of Hehuan Sect gathered near the dungeon. If the rotten corpse old man is dissatisfied, I'm afraid no one can please him. The souls below five stars have become hard work hard. Although there are complaints in their hearts, they dare not show them.

The rotten old man licked his lips, shook his arm, and the huge meat hook swept the earth.

Hundreds of people turned into blood in an instant, even without even time to react. These souls are most cultivated underground and have no ability to resist in the face of rotten corpses.

"No, the leader is crazy. Everyone, run away."

The strong aura wave woke everyone up. The place where the rotten corpse old man came was accompanied by blood, and no one could escape under the stretching of the meat hook.

Looking at the frightened look in the eyes of the disciples of Hehuan Sect, the indescribable satisfaction of the rotten old man. He didn't expect that the disciples who killed his family would be so happy. If he had known, he should have done it a hundred years ago. More than a thousand souls disappeared, and the rotten old man could detect the rapid growth of soul power in his body.

"It's good." The old man's mouth made a vague sound. After his practiced corpse transformation, he became an ancient demon corpse. Although he was ugly, it was very powerful. Many soul skills were useless when he hit his body. His corpse gas had a disturbing effect. Even the soul who was higher than him was unwilling to be his enemy.

The Hehuan Sect exploded, and everyone ran out in panic.

The rotten old man went crazy, and the blood behind him drove the disciples of Hehuan Sect to turn around like headless flies.

"Meat hook"

The meat hook from afar became the hand of death, but in the time of incense, the whole Hehuan sect turned blood red.

"1347 people," the rotten old man turned into a normal person, and his kind smile made people unable to see that he was the heinous demon.

No one escaped from Hehuanzong, the whole sect turned into a dead place, and the decomposed old man flashed. It was time to solve Zhao Haoran's problem.

That boy still has some ability. The soul of Hehuanzong has died in his hands for more than 20 months. I heard that there are ghosts, which is a great tonic thing. It's better not to leave the Broken Soul Mountain, otherwise the ends of the earth will also find you.

The cold and windy mountain stream, the steep cliffs on both sides are daunting, and then there is a figure moving forward rapidly in mid-air.

It seems to be stepping on the flat ground, ten feet away in one step.

The wind raged and blocked his progress.

The rickety body trembled a little, and the light around it seemed to be competing with the cold wind from the outside world, but it was still tightening step by step.

"Senior Moore, I hope you can come out and see me. There is a big deal with Sima Feng. I guess you will be interested." Baiyi Shura's eyes shrank tightly, revealing only a gap. The wind here was different from other places, and the soul power of protecting the body could not stop his invasion at all.

It is not cold in the body, but the burning heat of the body, which is very domineering.

Sima Feng's shouting was swallowed up by the wind in an instant, and the steep cliff did not know where to reach the peak.

"Water God Arrival"

The body of more than ten feet was also very inconspicuous under the tall cliff. A wisp of white light floated like willow catkins. Sima Feng did not dare to be careless and directly used his strongest defense.

The round body broke several huge holes, but it soon returned to the original. The water can be soft and strong, and the understanding of soul power by moon souls like Sima Feng is almost extreme.

"Come on." Even through the strong wind, it still clearly reached Sima Feng's ears.

Sima Feng's face was pale and forcibly contained the anger in his heart. He was not a test just now. If he was not strong enough, he was afraid he would have fallen into the mountain stream and become a dead body.

The wind seems to have become smaller. Sima Feng suddenly felt that the pressure was light. Sure enough, he didn't find the wrong person. I don't know how many years Moore has been diving in the Wind Valley. I'm afraid only he knows what kind of strength he has.

Without the wind's obstruction, Sima Feng climbed to the top of the cliff at the time of half a column of incense.

The cliff was covered with layers of frost. A long figure turned his back to him and looked up. He didn't know what he was looking at.

"Say it, if you can't satisfy me, jump down by yourself."

Sima Feng arched his hand respectfully, "Senior Moore, don't worry, I don't know if you are interested in the treasure of the empty door?"

"Oh?" Moore raised his voice, "Do you really know where the ruins of the empty door are?"

Sima Feng shook his head, "I don't know the specific location of the ruins, but I know where the soul ring of the doorkeeper of the empty door is."