Stepping into the thick fog alone, Fang Qingxiao saw a pretty handsome man - if he didn't lose half of his face.

That sword almost cut off half of his body, but there were threads of flesh and blood connecting them together.

"You almost killed me." The corners of the man's mouth turned up, revealing a half-gentle smile.

Before he finished speaking, Fang Qingxiao's figure had disappeared, and strong murderous intent exploded around him!

Poof!

This sword almost cut him in half, but this time she could see clearly.

Just when the upper and lower bodies were separated, there were strange threads of flesh and blood connecting them together!

"I lied to you, no one can kill me!"

A shrill laughter sounded, and the man waved his sleeves, and a thick purple mist enveloped her.

Seeing this, Fang Qingxiao immediately dodged and pulled away, and the miasma-avoiding talisman around his waist was about to burn up.

At this moment, the man's body was connected together again, his expression was crazy, "I won't die, I can't die!!"

'Something is restoring his vitality...'

After thinking for a while, Fang Qingxiao drew his sword again. In an instant, the sword light spread across the man's body, exploding large clouds of blood mist on the man!

If he is cut into pieces, can he recover?

After the blood mist fell, Fang Qingxiao returned the sword to its sheath and quietly looked at the man in the distance.

His body is covered with numerous cracks, and his eyes, nose, mouth and other organs are all misaligned. A normal person would have to make a Willpower test just to look at it.

Half of the man's mouth was still opening and closing, and purple mist continued to emit from his sleeves, "You can't kill me... Hahaha... No one can kill me!!"

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Fang Qingxiao's figure retreated and disappeared.

Seeing this, the man seemed stunned for a moment, then grinned, and blood continued to flow from the cracks, "You can't escape...No one can escape..."

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"Let's, let's go down the mountain quickly!" Shen Xingyao squatted on the ground holding his head, shivering, tears falling down uncontrollably, "There are so many corpses, so scary-"

Originally, this tracking trip was just for training, so it would be fine if someone actually died, but the death was so weird.

What's even more frightening is that they don't even know who the enemy is or where they are - the unknown is the scariest thing.

Upon seeing this, one of the older female disciples comforted her in a low voice, while the others clearly divided their duties. One person was sent to light the fire, the other two protected the one who knew the formation to find the formation's eye, and the rest were on guard with weapons.

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"Senior Sister has discovered the evil cultivator and will kill him soon." The female disciple had a gentle voice and patted her back gently.

"What if! What if Senior Sister is no match? Are we just waiting to die here!"

Shen Xingyao cried softly and threw herself tightly into her arms.

"Senior Brother Yue, has she always been like this?"

Not far away, Fang Xiwen stared at the direction her sister left, holding the sword and asked without looking back.

"Young Master, it's funny," Yue Zhengfang looked back and sighed, "Xingyao is still young and has little experience, so there must be a process."

"Same."

He thought to himself that Luo Qingni was not much older than her, and if that guy were here, he would definitely chase the evil cultivator.

The overall level of the Sword Sect disciples is actually pretty good, with division of labor and cooperation, but it's a pity that they bring a little trouble.

At this time, a pair of long boots stepped out of the white mist. Fang Qingxiao, dressed in white clothes, was spotless, and he casually shook off the blood on his sword.

"Sister!" "Sister!"

Fang Xiwen finally felt relieved, stepped forward to support her, and added a miasma-avoiding charm, "How is it?"

"I didn't kill him, it would have been a bit expensive."

Hearing this, he slowly entered the true energy, quickly took out two pills based on the detection results, and "opened his mouth."

Fang Qingxiao glanced at him, arched his eyebrows, and opened his mouth slightly, "Ah——"

Seeing that she was not injured, Fang Xiwen asked: "If I didn't kill her, what should I do next?"

"Escape."

Cutting through a large area of ​​dense fog with a sword, Fang Qingxiao gathered the team and explained the situation in a concise and concise manner, "We are unable to defeat the enemy. Let's go down the mountain quickly."

Hearing this, all the disciples looked shocked.

The enemy hides in the white mist and is not only invisible, but even impossible to kill!

"I, I shouldn't have participated in this mission..." Shen Xingyao's face turned pale, and she looked like she was about to cry again.

So Yue Zhengfang walked over and comforted softly: "It's okay, we will go down the mountain safely..."

"We can't go down the mountain," Fang Xiwen clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, "Did you notice? This thick fog is sucking out our energy."

"What nonsense are you talking about...ah!"

After taking a personal look inside, everyone discovered that half of the true energy in their bodies had been lost without even realizing it!

During this period, they didn't feel anything unusual and just regarded it as normal consumption.

"Unless you take elixirs as a supplement while going down the mountain, there is a problem."

"The road down the mountain is not smooth. Evil cultivators may attack from anywhere and at any time," Fang Xiwen said calmly, seeing everyone listening attentively, "Maybe it's when you are digesting the power of the medicine, or when you are about to go down the mountain...

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"Then shall we wait here to die?!"

"How could it be?" Looking at her eager expression, Fang Xiwen actually laughed, took out a bottle of Qi Blood Pill, and threw it at Yue Zhengfang, "Sure, let's kill him here."

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Kill me?

The vampire hid in the white mist, looking at the young man in brocade clothes talking freely, with a strong sense of ridicule in his eyes.

This guy is very perceptive, because his various actions will consume his energy. If he doesn't look inside frequently, it will only be regarded as normal loss.

"But that's all."

The vampire still looks as ugly as a piece of corpse, leaving scarlet footprints with every step he takes.

He walked to the altar deep in the white mist, and the formation patterns shone like blood, condensing into a crimson liquid sphere on the altar.

This is the essence of blood condensed from the lives of one hundred and twenty-three people.

His ugly nose twitched hard, sucking the essence into his body like a whale sucking water.

Later, his body visibly returned to its original shape, the cracks closed, the blood was withdrawn, and he turned into a handsome young man with a face as good as jade and an upright appearance.

After looking at the blood sperm ball greedily for a while, the vampire gritted his teeth and placed it back on top of the altar.

Obviously this is the capital of his rebirth, and it is obviously collected through hard work and killing, but he has to divide most of it like meat.

Divide it into thirty-seven?

70% belongs to others!

The vampire's heart was bleeding and he turned around abruptly.

The strange thing is that after he left, the white mist automatically gathered towards the sperm ball. After spinning around on it, the latter faintly swelled.

Absorb infuriating energy? Hey...

There were obviously no wounds on his body, but there were still bloody footprints on every step he took.

One step,

Two steps,

Three steps,

There were cold and permeating whispers that kept echoing.
Chapter completed!