Room No. 1, at the door of the room.

Xiao Che stood quietly in the aisle in front of the door with Zhuge Ming, who was already dying due to excessive blood loss.

"Old Ancestor, help me!"

Before Xiao Che could speak, Zhuge Ming, who was held in his hand, screamed anxiously.

No one replied inside, but the door of Tianzi No. 1 was opened with a "crunch".

The room is dark and the scene inside the room cannot be seen clearly from outside the door.

Seeing that the door was opened, Zhuge Ming's originally painful face suddenly changed. He twisted his head hard with determination, and pulled it out of Li Yunsheng's hand with a tug, and then crawled into the black room with his hands and feet.

Xiao Che glanced at the broken hair on his hand with scalp and threw it to the ground casually, as if he didn't care about Zhuge Ming's escape.

"Don't you come in and have a drink?"

Not long after Zhuge Ming entered the black room, an old voice with a bit of feminine aura suddenly came from the room. This voice was quite similar to that of the old eunuch in the secular world.

When Xiao Che heard this, he looked into the black door, then hesitated and stepped into the door in one step.

The moment he entered the door, the originally black scene disappeared, and the surroundings turned blood red. The whole room seemed to be wrapped in blood, and both the walls and the ground were constantly oozing blood.

The scene on the wall was even more terrifying. From time to time, it would stretch out an arm that was struggling to climb out of the blood wall, as well as a human face full of horror.

He had heard of the Tianjue Blood-Devouring Technique of the Patriarch Piaomiao for a long time, but he didn't expect that he had actually practiced to the point of creating a blood domain.

But Xiao Che didn't see all these things and walked straight into the depths of the room until he reached the door of a large bedroom before stopping.

From the door, the whole bedroom seemed to be wrapped in a ball of blood and flesh. There was a blood-red inside. There was a big bed in the middle against the wall. A woman leaned on the big bed with blurred eyes. Her slender white arms were held up by an old man in a blood robe. A thin blood line appeared on the woman's wrist, and the blood oozed out from the blood line bit by bit. Whenever it was about to flow down from her wrist, the old man stretched out his pointed tongue and licked the blood of the woman's wrist cleanly with a greedy face.

There is no doubt that this woman was Nangong Yue, and that old man should be the rumored ancestor Piaomiao.

"I've heard that the blood of the dragon clan remains in the Nangong family, but I didn't expect it to be true."

The old man, who was haggard, closed his eyes with a happy face and savored the smell of blood in his mouth, then showed his black and yellow teeth and smiled at Xiao Che.

"Since you know that she is from the Nangong family, how dare you vent this?"

Xiao Che looked at the Piaomiao ancestor expressionlessly and said.

"Hehe..."

The Patriarch Piaomiao laughed strangely, then relieved Nangong Yue's wrist, turned around and sat cross-legged on the bed and looked at Xiao Che.

"Thanks to the identity you forged for her. If she used the name Nangong Yue openly, even the leader of Alliance Cao would not dare to touch her. But now she is Xu Fengrou, an insignificant cultivator, and she will die if she dies. Who would care?"

He looked at Xiao Che with a look of a treacherous plan.

"The ancestor killed him, killed him, he drove Kun'er crazy, and then made me like this. If he didn't humiliate him to death, the anger in his heart would be unavoidable."

On the blood wall behind the Piaomiao Ancestor's bed, Zhuge Ming's face suddenly struggled out of it. The Ancestor seemed to be using the power inside the blood wall to help Zhuge Ming heal his wounds.

"Kill him? Wouldn't that be a cheaper one?"

The Piaomiao ancestor laughed strangely again.

"Put down your weapons and beg for death."

He ordered Xiao Che in a high tone.

“Huh?”

But as soon as he finished speaking, his head and body were divided into two halves and fell to both sides. Nangong Yue, who was originally half-lying beside the bed, had disappeared, and was supported by Xiao Che and leaned in his arms.

But soon, the body of the old ancestor Piaomiao, which was originally divided into two, was automatically bonded, and not even a wound was left.

"What a fast sword, what a fast body."

He squinted his eyes and touched his chin and looked at Xiao Che with a smile and exclaimed.

"It's a pity that you met my ancestor Piaomiao, and I have already given up..."

"You have long given up your body and used the Tianjue Blood-Devouring Technique to merge all the power you have practiced throughout your life and the power you have taken from others into a drop of source blood. If the source blood does not dissipate, you will be immortal."

Before the Patriarch Piaomiao finished speaking, Xiao Che interrupted his words.

"I actually inquired about my Tianjue Blood-Swallowing Technique so clearly, and I am worthy of being the fourth-ranked killer in Wuji Temple."

The face of the Piaomiao ancestor turned cold.

"But it's a pity that you took the wrong step."

He immediately showed his rotten teeth and grinned at Xiao Che.

“Which step?”

Xiao Che looked at the Patriarch Piaomiao in a calm tone and asked, from beginning to end, he could not see any joy, anger or sorrow or fear in his face.

"You shouldn't have entered this room without authorization for a woman."

The old ancestor Piaomiao spread his hands, looking at the room as if he was admiring his masterpiece.

"As long as I am in this room, I am the master. Whoever is allowed to die will die."

After he said that, he laughed proudly again, and the sound floated in the bloody room, which was extremely cunning.

As soon as he finished speaking, the blood walls and the ground around the room suddenly stretched out rotten arms, and they made a sound of devilish crying and tearing towards Xiao Che.

However, Xiao Che was unmoved at all. He hugged Nangong Yue with one hand and pressed the hilt of the Broken Water Sword with the other hand. He looked at the Piaomiao Ancestor calmly and said:

"You said it wrong. Letting me enter your blood nest is the biggest mistake you made."

As soon as he finished speaking, the broken water on his waist was unsheathed with a terrifying sword intent.

In just a moment, the sword light flew across every corner of the blood nest like autumn water, and the rotten arms that stretched towards him were cut off together.

"Hehehehe..."

Seeing this, the Patriarch Piaomiao laughed again. He looked at the arms that were born again and said:

"No matter how fast your sword is, it can't kill me. No matter how many times you cut these arms, they will grow again, and you will be the nourishment for my blood nest..."

But as soon as he said the last word "material", he swallowed it back to his stomach.

His haggard face suddenly looked at Xiao Che in front of him as if it was frozen.

At this time, Xiao Che was still standing still holding Qiu Shui in his hand. The only difference was that black flames began to evaporate around him. The flames covered his whole body bit by bit like armor, until in the end, the whole person was wrapped in the black flames.

And outside the flame, circles of strange scriptures entangled him like a talisman.

The Patriarch Piaomiao was stunned for a moment while maintaining an extremely fearful expression, then screamed:

"You actually learned the Demon Sword Sutra!"

After saying that, the blood river in the room began to dissipate rapidly.

But it was a little later than the broken water sword wrapped in the black flames in Xiao Che's hand. He shouted coldly in that cold voice:

"The Demon Sword Sutra, the first move, one thought of a thousand kills."

In just a moment, countless sword shadows wrapped in black flames swallowed the entire Tianzi Room No. 1, and the long sword shadow penetrated directly through the first floor of the sea ship, lying across the endless sea surface.

The brutal and bloodthirsty sword intent of the Demon Sword Sutra made the hearts of nearly a thousand monks on the sea boat cold, or the Vermilion Bird Marquis also had a cold sweat on his forehead at this time, thanking that he did not take action rashly.

However, Xiao Che frowned when he looked at the messy and empty room - he could not kill the Piaomiao ancestor.

To be precise, the Patriarch Piaomiao gave up the countless years of blood that he had accumulated to block Xiao Che's sword, and then fled into the North Sea with his own drop of original blood.

A drop of blood falling into the deep sea, even if Xiao Che had great skills, he could not find him out of the sea.

He looked at the big hole in the room in front of him. The light from the hole shone into him a little lies, but after only a moment, the dazzling light began to dim, and a gray mist appeared in his pupils.

"I hope this eye can last until Shanhaihui and find Brother Yunsheng."

He said in his heart.

"Run... ran?"

After the Patriarch Piaomiao escaped, Nangong Yue's body also regained her freedom. She looked up timidly at Xiao Che and said.

She was just controlled by the ancestor Piaomiao, but her consciousness was still awake, so she saw everything that had just happened.

"Can you stand up?"

Xiao Che looked down at Nangong Yue who was still leaning in his arms.

"able!"

Nangong Yue nodded repeatedly and said.

She was like a child who had done something wrong, and she tried her best to show her behavior in front of her parents, and she immediately stood up straight and jumped in place.

"Look, look, there is nothing."

She waved her hand with a smile.

Xiao Che ignored her, turned around and walked out the door.

"Hey, wait for me, this place is so smelly."

Nangong Yue followed her all the way, and she followed Xiao Che and then walked side by side with Xiao Che.

"Why didn't I open the talisman I left for you?"
To be continued...