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Chapter 892

Behind him, Leng Shuang and others also walked out, with traces of fighting after the battle. Obviously, they had fought with the person who quietly sneaked into the back mountain.

"Master, everyone in the back mountain has been solved."

Bai Xiao shouted, and seeing the Nascent Soul monk retreating step by step in her hand, he picked up the instrument in his hand and placed it on his mouth and blew it. As the sound of the instrument came out, the ferocious beasts pounced on the monks and bit them like crazy. Without them, the evil cultivators who could not use their spiritual power to fight were torn to pieces under the claws of the ferocious beasts.

A shrill scream spread in the air with a strong smell of blood. In less than a stick of incense, the ground was covered in blood and flesh. None of the dozens of evil cultivators lived...

"ah!"

A scream came, and Bai Xiao and others also looked over there. One of the legs of the evil Nascent Soul cultivator was cut off by the Qingfeng sword, and he flew out because of this, and fell to the ground and could not stand up.

Feng Jiu walked closer step by step, looking at the evil cultivator who was covered in blood and struggling on the ground, his eyes were filled with murderous intent: "Have you thought about how to die?"

The evil cultivator was cut with one hand and one foot, unable to dodge or escape, and could only fall and stare at Feng Jiu with murderous aura: "Who are you? The cultivation level of the peak foundation building can actually hurt me so far? Who are you!"

"Haha, I don't even know who I am, so I dare to provoke me?" She sneered, pointed a sharp sword in her hand and pressed straight to his dantian: "Don't think about trying to escape from the Yuanying. Not many of the people I want to kill can escape."

The Nascent Soul monk's face turned pale, and cold sweat from his forehead was so big that he was so big that he was oozing out of his forehead. He stared at Feng Jiu in front of him and laughed in a slight way. He gritted his teeth and wanted to commit suicide. Unexpectedly, Feng Jiu, who had already seen his intention, shot out several silver needles from his hand, and he collapsed, as if he had lost consciousness.

"Take him back and don't let him die easily." She said in a cold voice, glanced at the dead evil cultivator around him, and said to the few people: "Please clean up." Then, she stepped into the manor first.

Killing those people still cannot let her go. If she kills those people, Xiang Hua will not come back to life. He has not been with her for a long time, and his voice as if he is still echoing in his mind.

However, such a person is dead now.

She knew that this might be just the beginning and not the end. As long as she walked on this road, everyone around her might face all this, be tired of her and die because of her.

Everyone watched her walking into the manor with the Qingfeng sword in her hand, and couldn't help but sigh, but they didn't know what to say, so they had to listen to her and deal with it first.

Xianghua's death brought them a blow and a vigilance, letting them know that if someone really wants their lives and designs them, with their current strength, they will really have the only end of Ren Zai Renjiu.

"If you are seriously injured, you will go back and bandage first, and if you are slightly injured, you will clean up the venue with me." Du Fan said, and took a few people who were slightly injured and dealt with the bodies outside first.
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