A relic of moving mountains, in a certain valley.

More than a dozen monks excitedly disassembled the corpses of wild beasts all over the ground. The air was filled with bloody smell, and a few corpses of their fellow disciples were wading not far away, which were already cold.

A petite female cultivator who is petite but very proud said delicately: "Brother, remember to leave the tenth-level waste core to others." She said as she rubbed her towering breasts against the next door of the eldest brother.

"Okay, okay. My junior sister Tong is the most obedient."

The other junior brother said unconvincedly: "Senior Brother, why? When these wolves attacked just now, she didn't have any effort! In order to save her, she also killed two junior brothers."

"Hmph, Junior Sister Tong works diligently and works hard and doesn't give it to her, would she give it to you?!"

"you!"

He still had to say that he was held down by his fellow disciples and pulled aside.

Junior Sister Tong hugged the eldest brother's arms tightly with both hands, and half of her body was almost hanging up. She pretended to be frightened and said, "Senior Brother, this junior brother is so bad, I'm afraid."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." The eldest brother swallowed and said, "I'm there."

On the other side, the junior brother was still indignant.

"Why? You don't know that little sway hoof. I heard that she had climbed onto the beds of several powerful elders, and the backstage was hard."

"Oh, how can the Sect Master tolerate such a villain?"

"That hoof is amazingly talented. The sect leader is still waiting for her to be promoted to the great success of the God King in a thousand years and to promote the sect to a three-star power."

"Bah, such a sect is in a mess, I can't stay for a day."

"Tell me less. No matter what, it's much better than a casual cultivator."

"well……"

Suddenly, a cold voice came over: "I don't want to live so much? I'll help you!"

Then, the junior brothers and the other saw ten black-robed monks, lined up in a row, blocking their way.

"You are..."

Before the word "who" was said, the junior brother was instantly killed. Another fellow disciple stared at the top of his eyes, frightened, and turned around and wanted to escape. However, 10 to 1, how could he allow him to escape? As soon as he moved away, he fell into trouble and was bombarded into pieces by ten powerful auras!

He almost instantly killed two ancestral immortals!

However, the monk in black robe did not show any expression, as if this was extremely natural.

They didn't hide it and slaughtered it openly.

The eldest brother's face darkened and said, "Who are you?"

The black-robed monk did not return, and they all sacrificed their flying swords and bombarded them directly. These ten monks were actually all golden monks. Ten flying swords pierced everything. With a "click", they cut down the shields that the elder brother had sacrificed in a hurry, followed by his body.

The phantom flashed, and the elder brother spat out a mouthful of blood and appeared a mile away in a mess.

"Super-in-one puppet?" One of the black-robed monks said, "Wait for me to kill you!" A golden light flashed, and he rushed towards the eldest brother. The others killed junior sister Xiang Tong and others.

Junior Sister Tong seems to be weak, but her strength is extraordinary, at least not worse than that senior brother. She sacrificed a red diamond, which was good at attacking and defense, and fought with a black-robed monk. Unfortunately, the other fellow disciples were too weak, and they died as soon as they fought. After more than ten breaths, only Junior Sister Tong was still struggling. Other black-robed monks didn't help, and surrounded them with a smile to watch them fight.

Junior Sister Tong was sweating profusely, and the balls on her chest were jumping, as if they were about to jump out.

She smiled charmingly while beating, and said, "Brothers, please spare the little girl. As long as you let me go, you can deal with it."

As she said that, her shoulder straps suddenly loosened, revealing her white and tender shoulders.

How could a black robe contain a simple beauty plan?

One of the people onlookers laughed and said, "Beauty, breaks the abacus. My fellow disciple is more interested in the corpse of the beauty."

"Hahaha."

Junior Sister Tong felt cold in her heart and shivered. The black-robed flying sword seized the opportunity with a "pop" and hit her shoulder hard, and blood splattered everywhere! She thought to herself: "It's over!" At this moment, she regretted very much, why didn't she listen to the elder brother and insisted on entering the middle of this ruins!

Just at this moment, the black-robed monk who was chasing the eldest brother came back. He threw out a black thing, which was the eldest brother's head: "This kid is not strong, so he runs quite fast." He looked at the scene here and said, "What? Are you merciful? Do you want me to do it yourself?"

"Don't dare!"

The flying sword is like lightning. After counting breaths, the beauty has become a bone.

"Let's go!" said the leader of the black robe: "Look for the next batch!"

The ten people simply packed up the spoils and left quickly.

In less than a cup of tea, more than ten monks from a two-star sect were slaughtered!

The murderous intention was like the first snow, and it unknowingly integrated into the entire mountain relic.

There were more than ten dead bodies floating quietly on a river that was rushing. One of them was the most tragic. The head disappeared, his hands twisted into twists, and one of them was cut off from one root, and the rest was drooping and folded.

On a mountain top, five dead bodies were nailed to the cliff, and the blood flowing out was already purple and black.

In the lush forest, nine male cultivators were hung on a big tree as high as ten feet tall, and the breath was gone.

In the vast desert, more than 20 dead bodies were gradually submerged by yellow sand. Among them, seven were female corpses. Their clothes and shoes were all gone, and purple spots after being ravaged were exposed on their bodies like white fat jade... One of them was Fairy Rushang, the Guyuan Sect! Rushang, who was still energetic a few days ago, was lying coldly at this moment and died in such a humiliating way.

Eight people died in front of a stone house in the middle of the ruins! Among them, there were five black-robed monks, and they were the only black-robed corpses that appeared in so many massacres! If Ye Ning was here, he would have recognized the three dead people: the Black Clans of the Dusk Temple! There were no black nightmare corpses among them, and they must have escaped the massacre. With his identity as a disciple of the peak three-star power, it is not difficult to do this.

Inside a small palace.

The male cultivator of Taotie mask sat upright coldly. The female cultivator of Black Feather sat on his right, and the other eight people also sat around. They were silent, as if waiting for something.

After about half an hour, a group of ten people walked in. Their black robes were broken, their clothes were covered in blood, but their faces were cold. One of them said aloud: "Report to the Taotie God General, the team successfully completed the task, killing 86 disciples of the two-star sect and eleven disciples of the three-star sect!"

Taotie said: "Not bad! Get in place."

"yes!"

Ten people stood quietly in the hall like javelins.
Chapter completed!