The desert smoke and the setting sun were like blood, scattered on the cliff, half of the sky was stained with blood!

On the cliff, the ghosts were howling in the wind, like countless unjust souls, hysterically telling the world about grievances.

"Guru, Guru!"

On the edge of the cliff, corpses are everywhere!

The boy had his hair disheveled, leaning against the rock, his throat squirming, his face as pale as a ghost, his expression was listless, and his body was covered in blood.

The corners of the mouth, sticky blood flowed freely.

The eyes emitted from these dark pupils were filled with despair and unwillingness, and were filled with resentment.

The strong wind is thrilling, and the rich bloody smell is mixed with, making people feel cold all over the body.

"Gods and Buddhas in the sky, unknown existences, when I heard my call, please help me and avenge me. As long as I can avenge my revenge, I am willing to give everything, as long as I can kill those miscellaneous people and kill King Jing'an, I am willing!

I'm willing to give everything!"

He shouted hard, hissing!

A sick flush appeared on the boy's pale cheeks, and he was full of energy. His eyes were bloody and he roared to the sky with all his might. His hatred was thunderous, and his voice kept echoing among the continuous mountains.

"I'm not willing to give up!!"

The resentment echoed among the endless mountains, as if all his resentment was condensed, the most terrifying curse in this world.

The boy's eyes gradually dimmed, and his vitality passed by at a speed visible to the naked eye. His body gradually collapsed, and finally, there was no trace of anger again.

The last resentment he had towards the thief during his lifetime was still left on his hideous face, which lasted for a long time.

Die with your eyes open! The unjust soul will not disperse!

Seeing this scene, on the edge of the cliff, there were more than a dozen men in black, with a cold light suddenly appearing in their pupils, with only coldness without any sympathy.

"Hahaha..., this little bastard is really capable of running. Ha...ha..."

A sound like a dog's panting came from the dozen men in black.

The men in black immediately trembled all over, showed a look of awe. They immediately turned sideways, took two steps back to make way, put away the knife that was still wading blood, leaned over and lowered their heads, and said respectfully: "I have seen Master Dog!"

"Hahaha……"

In the passage, a man in a ragged garment and disheveled face, used his legs together and slowly crawled out of the crowd.

In his dark eyes that could not see the whites of his eyes, the gloomy and bloodthirsty cold light flashed one after another, and he exuded a hint of flattery from time to time.

He spits out his big tongue covered with tongue coating and sniffs around, and flies and mosquitoes dance around, which is dirtier, inferior and humble than beggars.

"Wang, Wang!"

Five or six black vicious dogs that are comparable to human size followed closely behind, rushing around. They grinned their teeth and saliva with yellow fangs. Their vicious eyes appeared and disappeared, making people feel chilled in their hearts.

"However, I want to escape from my dog ​​king's tracking, ha...ha..." The dog king licked his black nose, left fishy saliva on his face, looked at the boy's corpse with a hint of conceit, and said, "There is no one in this world!"

The many men in black next to him immediately said:

"Your tracking skills are the best in the world, who can escape!"

"Who can escape with Master Dog?"

"Yes, yes, Master Dog, you have something else to say!"

The dog raised his forehead and was very happy when he heard these praises, but he said again: "Are you right? Xiongba!"

As he said that, the dog king used his hands and feet, turned around, sat on the ground like a dog, and looked at the strong man behind him who was as tall as a giant bear and covered in animal skin.

Hearing this, the strong man shook his muscles and muscles, just like his ordinary person's arms as thick as his thighs. He swung the blood-colored giant axe the size of a millstone in his hand and stood on the ground at will.

The muscles like giant pythons wriggled, almost exploding the animal skin, showing an extremely terrifying power.

This person's burly figure, fifteen or sixteen inches taller than an ordinary person, stood here, with violent expressions constantly flashing in his eyes, like a god of killing, making people afraid to look directly.

"boom!"

There was a violent muffled sound.

The axe handle actually crushed the rock and shattered it, and five or six unfathomable cracks burst out on the ground. The group of men in black were shocked, and for a moment, the awe in their eyes became more and more obvious.

"Hmph," Xiongba frowned, groaned, and browsed, but ignored the dog king. He turned his tone and showed a trace of disdain in his eyes, and said:

"I think that rock is really a treasure? This little bastard father is just like this. He was chopped in half by me and a sword. Now I think about it, it's really disappointing."

Xiongba shook his head and said, "I don't know what the prince is doing to find this rock? It takes a lot of effort and you can do this."

At this moment, a calm voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Xiongba's words.

"You can't say that."

Listening to this, Xiongba and the Dog King looked at the man who spoke at the same time.

A middle-aged man in green was carrying a five-foot green breeze, with callused hands behind him, and a touch of cruelty flowed between his eyebrows.

The cold wind blows the bones, and the green robe makes a sound.

The sword body sang lightly, his eyes were sharp, and his whole body seemed to be integrated with the power of the green sword, with a very sharp aura. Even Xiongba and the Dog King were willing to give in.

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed over everyone present one by one. Anyone in black who had been scanned by his eyes could only feel a sharp knife penetrated into his heart! He couldn't help but feel a stern in his heart, his whole body trembling slightly, and he felt like a thorn in his back, sweating profusely!

"Nanshan Swordsman." The Dog King and Xiongba both nodded slightly to him.

The Nanshan swordsman gently pressed the ground with his toes, and his body floated up, like a light feather, a breeze blew up, falling more than ten feet away.

"I heard..." Nanshan swordsman said quietly: "This Mo family has become a cultivator, more than a hundred years ago, and it is a glorious moment! Even though he has been defeated today, how can he underestimate the depth of his foundation?"

"Oh?" Xiongba frowned: "Is this true? I think the rumors were fabricated by the idle-documented man."

"This matter is not groundless." The Nanshan swordsman pondered for a moment, and then said: "Rumor, more than a hundred years ago, the immortal cultivated the great way next to this rock, realized the destiny, and refined the sword with the rock.

Who knew that he was met by a farmer. When he saw the immortal refining a sword, he remembered three tricks."

Xiongba suddenly raised his eyebrows, revealing a hint of surprise.

"By these three moves--" Nanshan swordsman looked louder, his eyes lit up, and his hot light appeared, and he said:

"The farmer came out of nowhere, killing the evil dragon and slaughtering the wilderness. This incident shocked the world. Many outstanding people with amazing talents joined forces and were defeated by him!"

Hearing this, Xiongba and the dog king looked at each other and both caught a shock from each other's eyes.

"After the battle, the farmer disappeared. In just a few years, the Mo family became famous! And this farmer..." Nanshan swordsman said loudly: "It was the ancestor of the Mo family!"

Listening to what the Nanshan swordsman said, the dog king nodded, his eyes turned sharply, and he said in a panting:

"Ha...ha...yes, I have heard of it. The ancestors of the Mo family occupied this big rock and learned the sword based on the rock. The family's ancestors passed down three sword techniques, and finally turned into six moves, making them famous all over the world.

This rock is the big rock the prince wants!”

The Nanshan Swordsman hummed silently, and the expression on his face turned into a hint of disdain: "I heard that many immortal sects have this rock sword technique, but they all have six complete moves. However, the Mo family, which gave birth to the Rock Sword Technique, had only three moves left! This Mo family is not as good as the other one!"

"The prince has really seen immortals! If there are immortals who give me some advice, how can the future be limited?" Xiongba showed a cruel sneer: "It is their luck for the prince to fall in love with this stone. The Mo family is ignorant of being polite and seeking death..."

"Come here." Speaking of this, Xiongba turned around and shouted loudly. The cruel light in his eyes became more and more obvious. He pointed to a bald man and said, "Go and see if that little bastard is dead?"

"Yes!" The bald man said in a deep voice, holding a steel knife in his hand, his eyes were too long, and he slowly walked towards the teenage body.

The dog king squinted his eyes, licked his face with a scarlet tongue, shook his head, and a touch of madness appeared on his face. A steel knife pierced into the chest of the corpse under his feet: "The rest, ha...ha... check all the corpses to see if there are still no dead. Be sure to kill the roots!"

"Puff!" The dog king drew his sword fiercely, and blood immediately splattered in the chest of the corpse.

"Get orders!"

The five or six men in black, holding steel knives, had a knife on each of them. No one noticed that the corpse of a young man who had been dead for a long time had trembled with his fingers as he was imperceptible to the rocks.

...

"Puchi phuchi." A muffled sound like a steel knife entering the flesh, cutting watermelon.

"Give up everything? Avenge you? Okay, the contract is established, I promise you!"

The boy's corpse sighed slowly in his heart, feeling the corpse he had taken over, and the resentment and hatred that he could not leave behind in his heart during his lifetime, and was quite moved.

"Puchi!" The bald man stabbed him casually and penetrated his body into the chest of the corpse beside him. He pulled out the steel knife and sprayed the blood on his face.

The bloody smell suddenly filled the nose, making the bald eyes congested and red.

The bald head licked his lips and his eyes fell on the remaining corpse of the boy. He sneered and walked over, holding the hilt of the knife, gradually standing up. The next moment the blade was about to pierce the chest of the corpse and said, "Little Baby, reincarnate in the next life. Be more aware of the times. Some people are something you can't afford to offend in this life!"

The next moment, the mutation broke out!

The young man, who had already been cold, had his eyes wide open without warning!

The sudden zombie made the bald man stunned and lost his mind for a moment.

In this flash of lightning-

The young man suddenly grabbed the three-foot green breeze lying beside him with his right hand and flirted with his backhand!

The sword shadow suddenly emitted an arc of light, flashing in a flash!

"Puchi!"

Blood is like a pillar! Blood is like a fountain, spurting out from its neck!

The bald head felt a chill in his neck, his face stiff, and his eyes widened were full of horror and confusion.
To be continued...