I can survive when the system hangs up, but my ancestors counterattack by charging randomly

Qin Yuqing shook her hot palms and turned pale. The snow-green longbow was really powerful. Although she could use it with strength, the forward swing was too long and consumed too much spiritual energy. She couldn't use it easily unless she had to.

The most troublesome one has been solved. The evil cultivator of Fanyin Valley is isolated and helpless. His original arrogant appearance has changed drastically. Cold sweat breaks out on his forehead, and he feels as if a rabbit is dead and a fox is sad.

He didn't care to think about it and wanted to run away immediately.

Lin Yishuang reacted quickly, and the fire bomb blocked his escape route. The red flame ring in his hand suddenly attacked him. Xu Xinghe threw the earth prison spell talisman in his hand without thinking, and the talisman turned into a spiritual light in mid-air. It completely enveloped it, and after the aura disappeared, a yellow cover formed, trapping it firmly inside and making it impossible to escape.

Both of them took out their weapons and talismans, preparing to deal a fatal blow to the evil cultivator trapped in the dungeon.

"Let's go to the monster cave first." Qin Yuqing took a spirit-boosting pill. She didn't want to show up, otherwise she would have to explain a lot.

"Do you still need a spiritual plant?" Yun Huai didn't ask why, as if he didn't care about the lives of the two people below.

Qin Yuqing looked at him pretending to know nothing and smiled softly. You've already been reborn and you're still pretending to me. The Xuanming True Water is inside. Don't pretend you don't know.

She simply responded and then set her sights in the direction of Huifeng Valley. The evil cultivator in Huifeng Valley must be dealt with as soon as possible. Helping Lin Yishuang and Xu Xinghe once was the end of benevolence and righteousness.

If they can't defeat two against one, it would really be an embarrassment to the Taiheng Sect.

The closer to the fifth day, the more fierce the evil cultivator's offensive to strangle the seven major monks. Starting from the indiscriminate massacre on the first day, this panic will slowly spread to the entire secret realm, and the surrounding relatives and friends seem to become... As if losing a person, everyone is in danger, and all kinds of suspicions and malicious speculations emerge one after another.

In the original work, less than 100 of the three to four hundred monks died was not entirely due to the large proportion of evil cultivators and their sophisticated methods. The proportion of evil cultivators in a sect is only ten percent at best. Even if they were strangled with all their strength, they would not cause such tragic casualties.

There is another reason. The seven major sects are working in separate camps. They are arrogant and do not obey anyone. It is difficult for them to work together. They are also suspicious of the other six sects and refuse to cooperate. This gives the evil cultivators a perfect opportunity to spread. Chance.

There are also some monks who are not very good at heart. Seeing such chaos, they want to watch the fire from the other side and take advantage of it. Anyway, they know that their strength is average, the secret treasure cannot be obtained, and high-level spiritual plants need to take risks, so they decide to get rid of them. The group of monks who persecuted them wanted to take this opportunity to kill people, seize treasures, and make a fortune silently.

The selfish human nature is fully exposed. One hunts for treasure, the other kills and seizes treasure, and so on, and the cycle continues.

Once this trend was encouraged, it was out of control. The evil cultivators even gained a one-sided advantage, while the few Nascent Souls outside had no idea what was happening in the secret realm.

The time, place, and people are favorable, but evil cultivators have taken full advantage.

......

In the central circle of the secret realm, there is a long river that leads directly to the cliff to form a waterfall. Walking on the bank of the long river, there are many messy footprints, and the traces of fighting are very obvious. The women's clothes in Fuyue Palace were torn into pieces and scattered on the ground. They were shaking in the grass, and there was a fishy smell in the air.

The screams of pain became lower and lower, and were finally drowned in the sound of the gurgling river.

The woman looked up at the sky with empty eyes and murmured: "Kill me...kill me..."

"Okay, okay! It's my turn!" The speaker was a big man with a sinewy face, dark skin, and yellow teeth.

He pushed his accomplice away and buried himself impatiently.

The man who had been standing by the river looked towards the grass, kicked up the Tianque Sect disciple who was stepping on his feet, and said with a smile: "They are not over yet, come and play with me again."

That day, the disciple of the Que Sect was pale and lying on the ground with fear on his face. This was the man who had killed several of his fellow disciples. No matter how he attacked or defended, he was as vulnerable as a thin layer of paper in front of the man. It was broken through just as easily, and finally split in half.

He finally took advantage of the opportunity to escape, not touching the ground with his feet all the way, for fear of being caught by this man and being killed. He was extremely embarrassed.

But this man seemed to be playing a cat-and-mouse game and pursued him relentlessly. He even chased him for several hours, blocked him several times without killing him, and was trampled under his feet and tortured over and over again!

The man showed his long blood-red sword, stepped back dozens of steps, and said to the disciple of Que Sect that day: "If you don't run away, my sword will split you open."

This calm and gentle tone seemed to say "The weather is really nice today", which made the disciple miserable. Knowing that he was about to die soon, he burst out with all his strength in desperation and used up all the magic weapons and armors on his body in one breath. sacrifice.

"Shameless evil cultivator!"

The blood-red long knife in the man's hand flew out, smashing the magical weapon effortlessly, and then attacked the disciples of Tianque Sect. The armor seemed to be nothing in his eyes, and he cut it in half with blood splattering everywhere.

"Tsk, that's really boring." Like a child who was tired of playing with a certain toy, he kicked a stone by the river.

After saying this, the long knife flew back to him and stayed on his back. The man looked at the grass again and realized that the work was not over yet. He impatiently took two steps forward and asked, "Have you had enough fun? We still have a mission, so don't waste time."

"Damn it, my brother is not impotent, so this little time is not enough!"

The woman was already half dead. The man took a step back, feeling very disgusted. His thick eyebrows furrowed and he pointed his finger at the breathless woman. The flying knife flew out like an arrow, directly splitting the person into two pieces, and blood spattered. , flowing all over the ground.

The fat-headed man who was in high spirits suddenly stood up and spat out the blood that accidentally splashed into his mouth. While fastening his belt, he pointed at the man and cursed: "Damn it, I'm almost scared to death by you." ”

The man felt unlucky and didn't even look at him. He pointed his finger at the tip of the knife and said, "I can chop up the useless things for you."

The fat man didn't dare to speak for a moment, and was pushed forward by several other companions.

In the secret realm, such incidents of the weak and the strong are common, and this massacre is far from the end. If the evil cultivator from Hui Feng Valley succeeds in coming out, there will probably be no survivors in this secret realm except the evil cultivator.

At this time, a bloody aura seemed to emerge from the sky above the entire secret realm, as if it was shrouded in an invisible layer of blood mist, which made people very uncomfortable.