Hearing this, Guimeng immediately understood and grinned, "Senior Brother Guiye, it's no better than twenty or thirty people."

"Well, I leave it to you!"

Guiye ordered.

"no problem!"

Guimeng nodded, turned around, and walked towards the warriors from the small and middle domains, showing a cold smile.

"You...what do you want to do!"

Suddenly, everyone's expressions changed and they quickly retreated.

"Haha, it's very simple. Kill some people, collect enough luck points, and open the cave!"

"Be obedient and don't resist. Just a few dozen people will be enough!"

Guimeng grinned, and a black energy filled his body, which was very strange.

"Run, run!"

Before he finished speaking, many warriors jumped into the air and fled quickly.

Although Guimeng only needs to kill dozens of people, who can guarantee that they will not be among those people.

They are all the proud ones in various realms. They finally passed the assessment and entered the battlefield of the fallen. They just wanted to find an opportunity to leap over the dragon's gate and change their humble destiny.

No one would think that if they die here, there will be nothing left after they die.

Therefore, when Guimeng came over with murderous intentions, everyone's first reaction was to run for their lives. They only had to wait until Guimeng had killed enough people before they came back.

"If you want to leave, stay with me!"

Guimeng's eyes flashed coldly, and a ghostly aura surged out from his body. He was so eerie that he flew into the air, pushed out with a palm, and flew out with a jet-black iron claw.

"ah!"

With two screams, the two warriors from the small domain were directly penetrated by the iron claws and exploded. The scrolls of luck emerged, turned into energy, and poured into Guimeng's body.

"It's just such a small amount of luck, it's really rubbish!"

Guimeng looked disdainfully, and his aura became stronger. This time, he aimed directly at some masters in the middle domain.

"Netherworld Ghost Claw!"

Guimeng waved his hand, and an iron chain shot out. One end of the iron chain was connected to an iron claw. The iron claw was dense and stained with blood.

I saw claw shadows flashing through the air, and immediately, several more Central Region warriors were killed.

"Haha, what a pleasure!"

Guimeng looked up to the sky and laughed, with a bloodthirsty light in his eyes. He licked his lips and greedily inhaled the bloody smell in the air.

In the Corpse Ghost Hall, all the evil skills are practiced, and many of the skills require human blood as a guide. Therefore, the disciples of the Corpse Ghost Hall have also developed the habit of killing people. They are murderous and cruel, so that

People point their fingers.

bump!

Guimeng stepped on the void, and his body was like a ghost, turning into ghost shadows. The next moment, a shrill scream sounded, and a warrior was directly pierced through the body by him, and his heart was scratched.

Blood splattered on the face, making Guimeng more murderous, very excited, and killed wantonly.

"Haha, Guimeng, I'm here too. Let's compete to see whose luck value reaches over 900 first!"

At this time, another man in black robe stepped out of the corpse palace.

This is a short young man with withered hands like old trees, his eyes are shining with a cold luster, and his ten fingers are all covered with iron nails, which are slender and sharp, making people feel heart-stopping.

"Haha, Gui Feng, if you want to compete with me in killing people, you're still a little behind!"

Guimeng sneered.

"Not necessarily!"

Gui Feng grinned, stepped on his feet, and instantly rushed out, appearing in front of a young man.

Before the young man could react, he felt a black light flash before his eyes, his neck felt cold, and a clear line of blood gradually appeared.

Immediately——

Phew!

Blood splattered three feet, and the young man's neck was thrown into the air.

Phew! Phew!

Guifeng waved his hands continuously, and his sharp nails were like ghost blades. As he waved, a head flew up, causing many warriors to turn pale and scream in fear.

On the other side, in the Spirit Snake Realm, the dark-skinned young man looked at all this indifferently, his expression as usual.

Gu Peng, Yin Yan and others had serious expressions on their faces.

It is not that they sympathize with those people, but they are wary of the strength of the Corpse Ghost Hall. The cultivation levels of Gui Feng and Gui Ye are definitely above the eighth level of the Tianling Realm, and they are not ordinary eighth level of the Tianling Realm.

On one side, Lin Xiao, who was mixed in the crowd, followed the crowd to avoid being too conspicuous. When he heard screams from behind, one by one warriors died tragically, he couldn't help but sigh and sigh in his heart.

In the world of martial arts, the strong are respected, the weak are like ants, and their lives are like grass.

"Go to hell!"

Behind him, there was a cold shout, and Guimeng blasted out a palm, his iron claws piercing the void, directly hitting the chest of a young warrior, and then, he swept towards a woman next to the warrior.

"Brother!"

The woman let out a heartbreaking scream. She was heartbroken when she saw her brother die tragically. However, before she could react, sharp iron claws appeared above her head.

"Go and accompany your brother!"

Ghost Mengsen smiled coldly.

call out!

At this moment, a sword energy struck and hit the iron claw.

Keng!

There was a crisp sound of metal colliding, sparks flew out, the trajectory of the iron claw deviated, and it was directly knocked away. The sword energy left a shallow mark on it.

"Damn it, who is it!"

Guimeng roared angrily and glanced at Lin Xiao.
Chapter completed!