Jun Ruoshui followed the smell of blood and walked dozens of feet to the right. After passing by an ancient tree, his expression became cold and murderous intent emerged in his heart.

I saw a white-clothed corpse on the ground several feet away covered with fallen leaves, covered with blood, and there was a clear footprint on my face!

Du Zhe followed up and saw this scene, his expression first condensed, and when he saw the corpse's clothing, his whole face was shocked.

"This is...a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land!"

He looked horrified and looked at Jun Ruoshui.

At this time, Jun Ruoshui's heart was filled with murderous intent.

Although he did not know all the fifty-nine disciples who came in, he had an impression of them. When he went to Cihang Dao Sect before, this disciple was also present.

He didn't say anything, walked coldly, walked to the corpse, and then squatted down gently.

Blood was leaking from all over the disciple's body before, but now it has solidified on the skin. There is a blood mark on the corner of his mouth and a clear footprint on his face.

Just looking at his appearance, you can see that he was shocked to death and suffered great insults!

Jun Ruoshui stretched out his hand, wiped off the footprints on his face, then pointed it into a sword, cut off a strand of his hair, and put it into the Sumeru Ring.

Then, he stood up and slapped hard at the ground beside him.

"boom!"

The white sword element penetrated out of the body and burst out a pothole that was meter long.

Jun Ruoshui used the sword energy to steer the disciple's body, then placed it in a pit.

"I can't bring you back to the holy land, so let's sleep here forever."

He whispered, then waved Jian Yuan, pushed the dirt next to the pit into the pit, and buried the body.

Du Zhe watched quietly from the side without saying a word.

After burying the body, Jun Ruoshui turned around and said lightly: "Let's go."

After saying that, he shot out and headed towards the giant tree.

Du Zhe revolved around the Yuanli and followed.

Jun Ruoshui ran with a cold expression. The person who took action would definitely not be a person from the Eastern Region, and the name of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land was not false.

Moreover, there are no traces of battle around this corpse, so the opponent has the ability to crush it.

He vaguely remembered that this disciple was reborn at the sixth level, so the other party was definitely above the ninth level, otherwise there would be some traces of resistance around him!

"People from Zhongzhou..." His eyes were filled with cold light. It was certain that it was definitely made by people from Zhongzhou!

Although he did not pay attention to whether the disciple had the Sumeru Ring when he was outside, he did not find anything on the corpse just now.

It has been twelve days since I entered the secret realm, so how could I find the spiritual medicine? So the only possibility is that it was taken away by someone!

So, everything can be inferred!

"Murder, humiliate, plunder..."

Jun Ruoshui looked in the direction ahead and murmured coldly: "No matter who you are, you have to pay the price!"

Although he entered the Heavenly Sword Holy Land halfway and it didn't take long, he was the Heavenly Sword Holy Son.

The disciples were very respectful to him, especially after defeating Lin Yang, they respected him even more.

Under such circumstances, the disciple of the Holy Land was killed in a cruel way. He was indeed angry and could not face it calmly.

In the next two days, the two of them ran quickly, and Du Zhe stayed in the third level of birth for a while. On the night of the discovery of the body, he broke through to the fourth level of birth.

Fortunately, he broke through, otherwise he wouldn't be able to keep up with Jun Ruoshui.

The past two days of running, even if Jun Ruoshui smelled the strange fragrance, he no longer looked for spiritual medicine. He had already started to use a little sword energy, which made his speed faster.

But it didn't work much, because there was no idea when the battle would happen.

He accelerated his journey just to hope to catch up with the person who killed his disciples, but two days later, not only did he not find anyone who was above the ninth level of birth, but he did not even see the figure again.

Moreover, he has also been very worried about Su Qingyao these two days.

This woman has only one level of cultivation. If she meets a person who kills disciples in the Holy Land, he can't imagine it!

On the fifteenth day of entering the secret realm, the third day of discovering the body of a disciple of the Holy Land, Jun Ruoshui discovered another corpse.

It is the corpse of a disciple from the Eastern Region.

After asking Du Zhe to bury the body, the two of them set off again.

"Brother, why don't I go by myself, and you can speed up."

On the way, Du Zhe spoke.

In the past few days, he felt the murderous intent in Jun Ruoshui's heart, and even spoke much less.

He felt that he had slowed down, otherwise Jun Ruoshui might have caught up with that person.

"Need not."

Jun Ruo said quietly, "Maybe there will be a battle at any time and it will not lose its energy."

Upon hearing this, Du Zhe stopped talking, but just tried his best to make himself faster.

In this state, he felt that his pace of practice had made obvious progress.

On the 16th day after entering the secret realm, Yang Ye, a great disciple of the Cihangdao Sect, who had been moving smoothly, encountered a life-and-death crisis.

At this time, he had a pale face, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and was in a mess all over his body. He forced himself to hold his body and did not fall to the ground.

In this radius of hundreds of feet, trees collapsed and the earth broke, which obviously happened to a great war.

Ten feet away from him, there was a young man in purple who was looking at him with a joke.

Yang Ye's Taoist robe was broken, he took a few deep breaths, and then said in a deep voice: "Fellow Taoist, I will give up the Sumeru Ring, how about letting me go?"

"oh?"

The man in purple smiled and said, "When we first met, that's not what you said."

Yang Ye's expression was gloomy. As soon as the man appeared, he wanted him to hand over the spiritual medicine he had obtained, and he had to check the Sumeru Ring.

As a great disciple of the Cihang Dao Sect, he has the peak of cultivation. How could he agree to such a request from a stranger?

The most important thing is that at first he didn't know this person's cultivation level.

After he refused, he suddenly took action against Convenience. Obviously, he had already known that he would not agree, it was just a reason to take action!

After the fight, he was directly at a disadvantage and was constantly being beaten because the opponent was in the half-step God Control Realm.

Moreover, he felt that the half-step god of the Divine Palace was born!

Although he had all the means, he still only persisted for half a stick of incense. This was the reason why the other party did not use all his strength. Otherwise, if he directly used a killer move, he would not be able to stop it.

"How can fellow Taoist let me go?"

Yang Ye forced himself to hold on, and it was difficult.

"Leave?"

Ziyi Qingqing smiled and said, "Are you still thinking about leaving?"

Yang Ye's expression changed, and then he activated the remaining energy and instantly turned around and galloped towards the rear.

While turning around, he also threw out the Sumeru Ring in his hand, hoping to use it to gain some time.

But the young man in purple didn't even look at the Sumeru Ring that fell to the ground, and smiled and said, "You can't escape."

After saying that, his body suddenly burst out, carrying a strong hurricane, and instantly approached behind Yang Ye.

But at this moment, the young man in purple suddenly felt his mind.
Chapter completed!