The Ancient Zombie Emperor

In the Thunder Lake Mountain Range, Xiao Mu and the Xu Family traversed the distance of five kilometers. After an hour, they passed this exceptionally dangerous Thunder Lake Mountain Range that was bombarded with lightning rays.

What surprised Xiao Mu the most was that Xu Mengting and Xu Yongnian also went to the Kuanglin Town to look for the Creative Spirit Liquid.

Xiao Mu could not help but frown as he thought about it. It seemed like the person who knew about the Creative Spirit Liquid was not him alone. At that time, there might be a blood fight for the Creative Spirit Liquid.

They galloped at top speed for an hour before arriving at Kuanglin Town.

This was a small town built on a mountain, surrounded by maple trees. The golden leaves floated down, giving people a feeling of a valiant autumn wind.

People were coming and going in the town, and the sound of hawkers hawking their wares could be heard. The tavern was packed with people, and there was an endless stream of pedestrians. At that time, it would be a rather bustling little town.

One of the men wearing a bamboo hat glanced over indifferently, but there was a trace of blood in his eyes. Xiao Mu's heart shivered, this was definitely a ruthless person whose hands were stained with blood, a person who had once lived a life.

In a corner of the inn, there was a well-dressed beautiful woman wearing a gold-plated silver hairpin. Her beautiful eyes were filled with boundless charm, enough to captivate any man.

However, Xiao Mu noticed that the beautiful woman had a faint evil aura emanating from her body.

On the table, there was a Mo Dao. It was eating meat in large mouthfuls and drinking wine in large bowls, and its entire body was reeking of alcohol. The inn's waiter glanced at the Mo Dao, and his expression became extremely cautious.

In the entire Kuanglin Town, there were even more people dressed in strange attire. Whether they were talking or laughing, holding their swords and sleeping, or recklessly drinking strong alcohol, a wave of Jianghu aura assaulted their senses.

"That's the Wild Knife Xie Feng!" When Xu Yongnian saw the big man with the exposed breasts, his expression turned ugly, "This man is a drinker. If I don't give him a drink, he will go crazy." "There was once a restaurant that didn't have the wine that he was satisfied with, and he killed everyone in the wine!"

"And the venomous woman, with a face like a peach and a heart like a scorpion. "This woman really loves men, she once captured more than ten men and made them dance with her night and day, carefree and happy. Ten days later, all of those men were washed dry Yang Yuan and turned into desiccated corpses!" When Xu Mengting looked at the beautiful woman, fear flashed through her beautiful eyes.

It seemed like they had to keep a low profile.

At this moment, the riot happened.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A miserable scream rang out.

A man with a knife scar on his face kicked over a bun shop. The young man who bought the bun was stomped on the ground. With a kacha sound, the young man's arm was broken and blood spilled all over the floor.

"Damn it, I think highly of you for eating your steamed buns. You still dare to take my money!" The knife-scarred man said fiercely.

The young mother knelt on the ground, weeping and kowtowing, begging to be let go of her son.

"Spare my mountain, have mercy on this old woman. I only have one son." The old man cried his heart out as he pounded his chest and stamped his feet.

"Hmph, get lost!" The knife-scarred man pulled out his saber from his waist. A cold light flashed. While the blood was still dripping down, the young man had already lost an arm. Unfortunately, the broken hand fell on Wild Knife Xie Feng's table and knocked over his wine bowl.

In that instant, everyone felt that something terrible had happened.

Xie Feng, whose chest was exposed, glanced at the knife-scarred man. A terrifying killing intent exploded out, causing his body to fiercely tremble.

"The person I hate the most in my life is the one who interrupted my drinking!"

Just as he said that, the Mo Dao was unsheathed and a sharp blade Qi cut through the air. With a pfft, the arrogant and domineering blade scar man was cut into two halves, and blood splattered onto the old lady's body.

"I'm not in a good mood right now. You'd better leave this place as soon as possible." Xie Feng said coldly.

The old mother quickly hid behind her son and left without looking back.

"Waiter, one bottle of wine!" Xie Feng shouted as he continued to sleep.

When the waiter of the restaurant served the wine, his body was trembling. His body was like a sieve. After serving the wine, he felt as if hundreds of years had passed, and his face had already turned deathly pale.

Xiao Mu shook his head after watching this scene.

The places where there were chivalrous experts were the martial arts world. The people of the martial world were carefree and unrestrained. Naturally, they would violate the law by using force. This land was under the jurisdiction of the Flowing Moon Sect s in name, but in reality, the sects were unable to get close to this place and couldn't order this place around.

Xiao Mu could only turn a blind eye to it.

The entire Kuanglin Town, on this day, erupted into a bloody battle of varying sizes, with no less than fifty fights. Innocent people were sometimes affected, and those who lost their lives were the ones who died.

Violent and chaotic was the atmosphere of this place.

At night, all the ordinary people closed their doors and did not dare to go out.

At this moment, some of the heroes were unavoidably full of heroic spirit. In addition to the strong alcohol in their throats, their characters were even more tyrannical. If anything went wrong with their words, their swords and sabers would be facing each other.

"Little brother, my cultivation has broken through the Fighter 5-dan and my strength is at the next level."

"Brother Zhao, congratulations!"

"Of course, my current strength should be slightly stronger than yours."

"How is that possible? Even though I'm only at the peak of the Fighter 4-dan, I have a Cyan Profound Sword in my hand. You are not my match."

"F * ck, you arrogant brat!" "I've always said that a single point stronger than you would be a single point stronger!"

"You are really hilarious, you only know how to boast!"

The two Heroic Assassins, after drinking a large bowl of strong wine, would turn red from fighting even harder than the other. In an instant, they started arguing nonstop. The two of them were enraged as well, and in an instant, their swords clashed with each other.

"We'll know who's stronger once we fight!"

As a result, the two of them began to fight ferociously. Every move they made drew blood and showed no mercy. The entire street was filled with the sounds of fighting, the sound of bricks breaking, disturbing the peace of Kuanglin Town, causing the citizens of the Kuanglin Town to be angry but not dare to say anything.

In the end, the two of them decided on the victor. After Fifth Stage Warriors killed the peak of the fourth step, a long sword cut through the night sky, releasing a cold light that pierced through a guest room.

The sword slashed across Xiao Mu's face, and with a clang, it pierced into the wall.

"Brother in the room, please give me my sword!" The Fifth Stage Warriors ordered.

Xu Yongniang and Xu Mengting were shocked to their senses.

Xu Mengting glanced at Xiao Mu, and reminded him. "Xiao Mu, make it small, make it small, and you won't be impulsive."

Xiao Mu stood up with an indifferent expression and pulled out his sword from the wall. He walked out of the room and stood on the pavilion as he coldly looked at Fifth Stage Warriors.

In the next second, when the Fifth Stage Warriors spoke, Xiao Mu's fingertips were intertwined with a faint black light, and he suddenly threw the sword. Like an arrow that had left the bow, the longsword shot out at an even faster and more terrifying speed.

The Fifth Stage Warriors's abdomen was penetrated with a sword strike, sending him flying for more than ten metres, before nailing him against the wall. A large amount of blood flowed out and dyed the wall red in the blink of an eye.