"There are all corpses here except Ouyang Ding. No matter whether Ouyang Ding is killed or captured, it will leave a smell for us to track down. There is no smell at all now, which means that Ouyang Ding may have betrayed our Xiaolang Sect!"
boom!
The moment Feng Qianli heard this, the ground under his feet suddenly sank a little while a strong force surged out, which shows how angry he was. There is only this explanation for such a situation, that is Ouyang Ding's betrayal.
"Ouyang Ding, do you really think you can escape like this? My roaring poison of the Wolf Sect is definitely not something you can do if you want to. Chase me, and after catching up, I will kill this traitor in front of Bai Mo!" Feng Qianli said with a stern murderous intention.
"yes!"
The people of Xiaolang Sect flew up again. This time they did not separate, but joined forces to pursue them. Without knowing the direction, there would be no mistakes as long as they chased forward, because it was the exit for the selection of amnesty. Unless Bai Mo did not want to get the amnesty quota this time, he could only leave there.
The entire forest land was trapped in a bloody massacre!
All the spiritual masters move towards the exit, but every step forward is to bet on life. The strong smell of blood drifts away in the forest. People die everywhere, and corpses lie everywhere. But what everyone does not realize is that whenever a spiritual master dies, the forest scenery within this space spiritual weapon will become stronger.
Above the air teleportation array.
Although Ming Twelve could not know the specific situation in the forest, he could feel the changes in the space spiritual weapon. When he saw the light on the spiritual weapon becoming more and more intense, the smile on his face couldn't help but be excited.
"Kill, only the more you kill, this space spiritual weapon will become stronger and stronger."
Beside Ming Twelve, the rest of the halls in the Twelfth Hall were followed. Their expressions did not change at all, just as the killings that were happening in front of them were just as ordinary as drinking water and eating.
"Lord of the Palace, it's almost time to clear the scene!"
A figure appeared beside Ming Twelve, sweeping over the non-spiritual monks who were not qualified to be selected in the exile land. A ruthless look flashed in his eyes.
"Cleaning it out, a group of useless wastes, and I haven't even caught a piece of spiritual weapon fragment for so many years. It's still in vain. The cracks in this space need to be reinforced by blood. Since they are useless, just treat them as fertilizer!" Ming Shier snapped his fingers and said.
Whoosh!
Nearly a hundred figures flew out from the teleportation array. They rushed towards the exiled monks like a celestial girl scattered flowers. Before they could land, the spiritual weapon in their hands was used, accompanied by the explosion of powerful spiritual power.
All the non-spiritual monks standing on the ground, and the pieces of monks fell to the ground, and their blood flowed to the ground, and they were swallowed up in an instant!
"Why do you need to do this? Why do you need to kill us?"
"We are people from the seven major sects. Are you not afraid of offending all the seven major sects when you do this?"
"Is this a clearing operation?"
No matter what these non-spiritual monks think, they have no value in the eyes of the 12th Hall of the Ice Emperor Cult. Killing them is no different from killing pigs and sheep.
...
Tracking is really a science. And it’s really not something that anyone wants to learn. The truly sophisticated tracking technique can not only track itself, but also perform counter-tracking, which can mislead the other party and lead the other directions.
With Ouyang Ding's addition, Bai Mo and the others have seen what a clever tracking technique is. As long as Ouyang Ding walks, no one can follow it by the smell. As long as Ouyang Ding has seen it, no one must even see it. As long as he smells the breath, he can bite it tightly.
Speaking of which, the giant dog ghost roars are also the best among the dog tribe, and tracking is originally the best skill of the dog tribe. In addition, Ouyang Ding's research on tracking has achieved results that are not as simple as one plus one.
"Master, it is impossible for the people of Xiaolang Sect to follow us in a short period of time, but this cannot rule out that they meet us by chance. As for the rest of the people, they are not afraid of jokes from the Lord. As long as they are in the exile place with a cultivation level higher than the level 6 of the Spirit Lord, no one can escape my tracking and surveillance." Ouyang Ding said.
"Really? So exaggerated?" Mu Gongyu asked in disbelief.
"You'd better believe it!" Ouyang Ding said confidently.
"Do you know how many spiritual masters are in the entire exile land, and how many are above the sixth level of spiritual masters?" Huangfu Qingzhi asked.
"There are many spiritual masters in the exile land, but as long as they are lower than the level 6 of the Spirit Lord, I don't need to pay attention to it, because they do not have the qualifications. And those who are higher than the level 6 of the Spirit Lord, there are a total of 10,000 in the entire exile land. I have recognized all these ten thousand monks within ten years. As long as they appear by our side, I will know who they are."
When Ouyang Ding said this, his confidence really made Huangfu Qingzhi and the others amazed, but he didn't know whether he should believe it or not.
"I believe it!" Bai Mo said with a smile.
Not to mention remembering ten thousand people, if Ouyang Ding advances to the ninth level of the Spirit Lord, 100,000 people can remember it. Ouyang Ding's cultivation level will directly affect the number of people who can remember the Ghost Roar.
This is a fact that it is not stern!
"We are currently in a position that is one-third of the forest land. If you want to go out, it will take at least two days. Although I really want to be the top ten, I remember that everything should be based on safety. Take a rest and continue to set off!" Bai Mo ordered.
"clear!"
Not only was Bai Mo and the others going to leave overnight, but the other spiritual masters also did the same. No one dared to stay here and spend all their time here. This time, there were only ten people in the Holy Seed selection, and everyone rushed forward with anger.
But if you charge, you cannot ignore the dangers around you. Wherever Bai Mo and the others passed, they witnessed several killings with their own eyes. Some of them were originally companions, but they directly attacked each other.
The most collapsed thing is that when the winner thought he could continue to move forward, he was shot from the darkness by a crossbow arrow and directly locked his throat. The sneak attacker had no intention of pausing and left in a flash.
The so-called guilt, the so-called pain, and the so-called kindness, there is no market here, and there is a world of killing everywhere.
Just as the sky was about to dawn, Ouyang Ding suddenly stopped, the ghost roared into a small shape, and his nose sniffed without hearing.
"Master, something is wrong in the front!" (To be continued...)