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Chapter 31, Under the River of Blood (please collect, please recommend)
Could it be that he was dazzled.

"Aren't my eyes blurred? That kid just now seems to be a disciple of the One Sword Sect. Isn't he a foundation-builder? Why did he run after Hei Wuchang?" Just now he mocked the woman Zhang Fan with a look of disbelief.

"It shouldn't be the same person!"

"In the foundation building period, chasing and killing the master realm, this black impermanence must be stupid."

The master immediately chased after him.

"What are you waiting for, the root of the golden wood spirit is on Heiwuchang, chase after him."

The Grandmaster was also puzzled for a while!

The dignified master was hunted down by a foundation-establishment cultivator.

Everyone's eyes brightened, there was only one possibility, that is, Hei Wuchang was seriously injured, and his strength at this moment did not even reach the foundation establishment stage.

The disciples of the Divine Sword Sect followed closely behind.

Hei Wuchang ran around in the mountains and forests.

But he was stopped by the people from Donghu Pavilion.

Heiwuchang's face was serious.

What the hell is going on, didn't you read the almanac when you went out?

"Hei Wuchang, hand over the golden wood spirit root." The elder of Donghu Pavilion said immediately;

"Elder, he's injured!"

"It seems that the injury is not serious."

Elder Donghu nodded: "Hei Wuchang, who hurt you, like a dog in mourning."

Zhang Fan immediately chased after him.

"Hei Wuchang, quickly give me the golden wood spirit root, or I will chop you with a single sword."

The people in Donghu Pavilion looked at Zhang Fan.

Are you here to be funny, to chop Hei Wuchang with a sword?Others are in the realm of masters. Could it be that they thought that Hei Wuchang was injured, so they dared to fight the autumn wind.

A white figure rushed out immediately.

It is none other than Bai Wuchang, Bai Zhanfei.

Bai Zhanfei's face was serious: "Heiwuchang, why are you injured!"

Hei Wuchang felt aggrieved.

Do I want to tell you that you were injured by a disciple of the Foundation Establishment Stage!

At this moment.

The people from Shendaomen also rushed over.

Surround the two of them.

"Heiwuchang, hand over the golden wood spirit root." The elder of Shendaomen shouted;
"That one-sword faction boy, you are very kind. You dare to chase and kill Hei Wuchang at a mere foundation-building stage. I, Huang Tan, admire you. But let's stop here. The Golden Wood Spiritual Root is something I must have in the East Lake Pavilion."

"Fart your mother, I just slashed two swords, and you want to get the golden tree roots?"

Zhang Fan scoffed directly.

The people in Donghu Pavilion were furious.

"What? You just cut Hei Wuchang with two swords? Who do you think you are?"

"You, a disciple of the Foundation Establishment Stage, dare to participate in the competition for the Golden Wood Spiritual Root. If any one comes out here, you can be wiped out in a flash."

"This person is too presumptuous, dare to insult the elders."

Huang Tan, the elder of East Lake Pavilion, looked down.

Unexpectedly, it was refuted by a disciple of the Foundation Establishment Period.

Bai Wuchang was taken aback when he heard Zhang Fan, did you slash Hei Wuchang twice just now?You disciple is clearly lying.

The people of Shendaomen laughed.

Heard the biggest joke in the world.

During the foundation building period, a disciple who cultivated as a disciple cut two swords from the master?Still chasing and killing the master?It's too ridiculous to say it!
"One Sword Sect disciples want to be famous like crazy."

"I have to say, if you don't die today, once word spreads, you will immediately become famous and become famous in the cultivation world."

Bai Wuchang asked: "Hei Wuchang, are you really hurt by the kid in front of you?"

Hei Wuchang looked aggrieved.

Neither is nodding, nor is shaking his head.

I was slashed twice by a disciple of the foundation establishment period?I don't even believe it myself.

Bai Wuchang looked at Hei Wuchang and said nothing.

Immediately understood.

Bai Wuchang looked at Zhang Fan, looked him up and down, his aura was rippling, it was indeed a foundation-building stage cultivation, how could this be possible!
Hei Wuchang sneered;
"That's right, the Golden Wood Spirit Root is indeed in my hands, but who am I going to give it to!"

Hei Wuchang took out a wooden statue.

Feeling the aura above is indeed no different from spiritual roots.

Elder Donghu shouted: "Don't talk nonsense, leave it to me in Donghu Pavilion, and leave your whole body." Elder Donghu waved his hand.

A pagoda came out immediately, trying to cover the two of them.

It emits bursts of white light.

A mysterious medium-grade magic weapon.

Bai Wuchang was furious: "Don't even think about succeeding."

With a wave of hands, a banner was released, and evil spirits were released from the banner. Hundreds of ghosts and wolves were howling immediately.

"Be careful, this is the Hundred Ghost Banner, don't be bitten by these evil spirits, or your life will be lost."

Bai Wuchang shouted;
"Walk·····"

With the cover of a hundred ghosts, the two immediately turned into green smoke and disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Fan then chased after him.

The people from Donghu Pavilion immediately followed, and Shendaomen was a step behind, following behind Donghu Pavilion.

Heiwuchang's face is dignified;
"Be careful of the foundation-building kid in the back, this guy's swordsmanship is fierce and silent, and he's likely to have practiced the sword-drawing technique of the One Sword School."

"Hmph, so what if you have mastered the sword drawing technique, it's just a foundation-building stage cultivation base, I am a master cultivation base, and I can kill him in a flash."

Hei Wuchang smiled wryly;
"I was thinking the same as you at the beginning. Don't you think I was injured? This person can't be described in terms of realm. Anyway, he can't be provoked!"

Bai Wuchang looked at Hei Wuchang as a lie.

"Okay, it seems that we have to take them to the altar. There are three masters in Donghu Pavilion and two masters in Shendaomen. Their cultivation bases are the same as ours. Now that you are injured, you can only let the ancestor do it!"

Hei Wuchang nodded;

"It's a pity, the ghosts and ghosts are not here, otherwise they definitely wouldn't be in such a mess."

"Ox ghosts and snake gods have followed the instructions of the ancestors to provoke the war between the two countries. Now they are collecting souls on the battlefield. Once the ancestors restore the strength of the celestial masters, these sects have nothing to fear."

Hei Wuchang fled together.

Travel to the depths of the Valley of Thousand Souls.

The ghosts wandering around are the evil ghosts guarding the Valley of Thousand Souls.

Zhang Fan followed closely behind.

Let's see what the two of them are up to.
Hei Wuchang and the two stopped in the altar.

He looked back at the people who were chasing him.

The people from Donghu Pavilion and Shendaomen were puzzled. This is still the cultivation base of the foundation building stage, and the speed is much faster than the master's failure.

The elder of Donghu Pavilion looked puzzled: "Are you really a disciple of the Foundation Establishment Stage?"

Zhang Fan laughed;

"you guess?"

Guess your uncle, if there were any provocations from the Foundation Establishment Stage disciples, the elders of the East Lake Pavilion would have already stepped in to suppress them, but at this moment they dare not act at all.

The strength shown by Zhang Fan did not match his own cultivation.

The elder of Shendaomen said angrily, "Second envoys of black and white impermanence, hand over the golden wood spiritual root immediately, and leave your whole body."

"Hmph, ignorance."

Bai Wuchang snorted coldly;
"If you can protect yourself, now that you are inside the altar, I want to sacrifice blood to you to make this pool of blood stronger."

Envoy Bai Wuchang waved his hands.

Four walls of blood surrounded the altar, trapping several people inside.

The face of the elder of Donghu Pavilion changed greatly:
"Not good, this is the soul-absorbing method of the Valley of Thousand Souls, leave quickly, or you will become a sacrifice."

The elder of Donghu Pavilion immediately led the people back.

He was blocked by a wall of blood.

"Sword of Destruction, open it to me." The elder of Donghu Pavilion cut off the blood wall with a sword, and it recovered immediately in a moment.

This sword only broke a small hole.

Recovery is only fleeting.

There is no way to escape.

"Don't be wishful thinking, unless you are in the realm of a great master, you can only escape by breaking through the blood wall, so you can be buried here!"

The black impermanence messenger laughed loudly;
At this time, there was a surge of blood from the ground, and a pair of bloody hands stretched out from the ground. The big blood-red hands grabbed the toes of the person and were about to drag them down.

"Don't be dragged down by the hand of blood, or you will be doomed."

The elder of Shendao Sect immediately waved the magic weapon, and shattered the big blood-red hand that was stretched out.

In an instant, several more palms came out.

These bloody hands can regenerate infinitely.

"Haha, you can't escape!"

Zhang Fan looked at the soles of his feet.

A pair of big hands dragged Zhang Fan to the ground.

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, and his mind felt the following.

Good guy, there is a river of blood below, and countless ghosts are wailing below.

How many people must be killed to have so much blood!

100?

1000?

Here's something weird!
Zhang Fan immediately jumped down and disappeared,

The elder of Donghu Pavilion was startled, and he sighed, after all, he was only in the foundation building stage, and he thought that this kid was capable, but he was dragged into the river of blood without thinking.

The combination of Shendaomen and Donghu Pavilion.

One after another sacrificed magic weapons to kill the bloody hand...
Under the river of blood.

Countless big hands surrounded Zhang Fan, threatening to cut Zhang Fan into pieces.

Zhang Fan unlocked the seal.

Within ten battles around, thunder flashed, and countless big hands were wiped out.

The bottom of the blood river.

Go deep.

Hey, there are still people practicing down here?
Zhang Fan felt that there were seventeen corpses below, all of which were slowly recovering their physical bodies at this moment, and felt their aura.

Could these seventeen be the Seventeen Heavenly Masters of the Valley of Thousand Souls?

It turned out to be the case, I thought these celestial masters were wiped out, but I didn't expect to hide under the blood river to practice, no wonder their corpses could not be found.

Seventeen corpses.

(End of this chapter)