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Only cultivators at the True Yang level could use the sacred art, the sacred art was evolved from the true energy of heaven and earth, for example soaring into the sky, burning rivers and boiling seas.

Ling Hao waved his hands and the blood net came back with the Cyan Carp.

He spread out the blood net and thrusted the sword. The green carp beauty actually turned around and dodged it, and Ling Hao, who failed for the first time, was slightly angered.

Stepping on her chest, he pierced through it once again. With a pu sound, the longsword nailed itself onto the green carp's chest, dying it in a pool of blood.

The cyan carp felt its consciousness gradually grow dim, and only now did it close its eyes due to the blood flow.

Ling Hao took out the mysterious cloth pieces on Zhou Lin Yuan and the green carp and gave them to the Vermillion Bird Hall Master.

The dumbstruck crowd gradually recovered from their shock.

Two seventh heaven masters had died a violent death. It was as if killing them in the hands of this young man was as easy as blowing away dust!

This was also the state of mind of the disciples of Psionic Flame Clan.

On the other hand, the panic and shock of the Moro and Carp Clan disciples was more intense than the shock. If they were to kill the leader, their lives would be in Ling Hao's hands.

Who wants to die if they can live? Death was unknown to those who were still alive, so these disciples had strong desire to survive.

Ling Hao looked at them coldly, if he let them go today, they would still wave their blades and swords when they met him again, so he might as well kill them to avoid any future troubles.

"If you want to blame someone, then blame yourself for following the wrong person. Don't blame me after you die." Ling Hao took out his longsword and walked towards the group of disciples.

The young boys and girls were trembling in fear. It was not natural death, but man-made death. They truly could not accept it.

"Young Master, Young Master, please don't kill me, okay?" A Golden Carp Clan Girl looked at Ling Hao smilingly. She was seventeen or eighteen years old, and had a beautiful face, worthy of being called a beauty. However, in front of life, she still lowered her haughty head, blushing red as she said, "Young master, as long as you don't kill me, I can do anything."

Her sweet and gentle voice was gentle as she looked at Ling Hao.

The young boys and girls next to her gaped for a moment, then began to plead for mercy.

The two Hall Master s looked at Ling Hao. They also wanted to know what this heroic youth would decide.

Ling Hao only glanced at her, but did not speak.

The sword light shone into the young girl's eyes.

Lying in a pool of blood, dying, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief. Even to the point of death, she couldn't believe that there was actually such a man in this world.

However, as time passed, her life force did not allow her to think about it too much.

Towards Ling Hao's brutal destruction of the flowers, the group of young boys and girls were completely disheartened. Even such a beautiful girl would have the heart to kill him, what about them?

Where did they get this youth's heart?

Thus, he could only die.

Ling Hao held onto the longsword, and said indifferently: "I don't want to kill too many." The other seven people of Psionic Flame Clan were speechless.

"I'll rest for a while. You guys kill these people, we'll continue forward."

The purpose of this trip was to obtain a Demon Spirit.

Miserable screams rose one after another. Fate was truly unpredictable.

In an instant, blood flowed like a river.

Ling Hao exhaled, and the blood on the sword immediately scattered.

The group of eight continued onwards. After killing these people, everyone could feel a sense of security and comfort permeating the heart of the forest.

The deeper into the forest, the more eerie and eerie it was. The deeper they went, the colder they felt. The ancient trees covered the sky and covered the earth, shrouding everyone within. Everyone's hearts were in their throats; the more eerie and quiet it was, the more it made their scalps tingle.

Terror comes from the unknown.

Ling Hao looked around, only to see the mist rolling around, and vines flickering with a black luster, as though they were ready to swallow him up anytime!

Suddenly, a series of sounds rang out.

The sound of bones breaking was heard.

"Then... "What is it?" Yang Linglong pointed to the west, his voice trembling.

Everyone looked in the direction she was pointing and felt a chill on their hearts!

Over there, there were rows and rows of skulls. They only had skulls, and their sharp bone claws were shining with a glow. There were at least a few hundred eyes filled with an aura of death.

Behind him, the mist roiled, and the Skull Army that came over seemed like demons that had crawled out from hell.