Volume 1, Chapter 26: Millions of corpses sunk in the Black Water Pond, have you ever seen a red willow tree?
"If you have the guts, don't run." Ye Tingmu raised his sword and chased after him.
The Fire Cloud Dragon's huge vertical eyes were filled with fear, and it was now fleeing towards the canyon.
Its body was so large that it occupied half of the entrance to Yijian Gorge.
When the huge body squirms, a huge ditch will be left on the ground.
Looking at the scene before them, a group of survivors gasped and exclaimed one after another.
If I tell you that a scholar from Kaiyuan realm was holding a sword and chasing a fifth-level ferocious beast, would you believe it?
The little monk's Adam's apple moved and his eyes widened.
"Master Ye is so powerful that he can do this without any magic weapon." He was stunned for a moment and also chased after him.
"Donor Ye, I'm here to help you."
In the distance, a few people looked excited.
Seeing their elder brother being so brave from afar, they were so proud and cheered loudly.
"That's my brother, my brother."
Qingfeng licked the corner of his mouth and his fat belly shook.
He turned around and asked Feng He, who was standing beside him, "Second brother, what do you think would be the best dish to cook this dragon meat with?"
Feng He didn't even look at him and replied, "I don't know, ask Guan Qi."
Upon hearing this, Guanqi silently wrote three words on the ground with a branch.
“Never.”
Dongfang Qingzhu tilted her head and lightly tapped her lips with her finger.
"I've eaten it. It's stewed with spirit chicken and is commonly known as dragon and phoenix soup. It tastes pretty good."
After hearing what Dongfang Qingzhu said, Qingfeng drooled all over the floor.
However, they were completely unaware that a red figure was staring at them from the top of a tree not far away.
Big Black Bull glanced over there, his eyes showing a strange look.
In Yijian Gorge, Ye Tingmu was still chasing with a sword in hand.
The further you go in, the dimmer the light becomes.
There are steep cliffs on both sides and a cloud of dust and leaves kicked up by a giant dragon in front.
The entire canyon was filled with the hissing of giant snakes.
The dragon was seriously injured by Ye Tingmu's sword just now, and blood was all over the ground.
The further he chased, the more panicked Ye Tingmu became.
It's very cold in here, and the cold air goes straight to the dantian.
Being in it, it feels like falling into an ice cave.
Especially on the leaves around here, frost can be clearly seen.
This inevitably makes people feel vigilant.
Where does the frost come from at noon in early spring?
He didn't have time to think too much and had to kill the dragon quickly.
His intuition told him that it was not advisable to stay here for long.
Thinking of this, he launched the Sky-Severing Sword again.
The sword energy moved forward, erupting with a huge roar.
The soil and rocks around it collapsed.
The sword energy traveled 300 meters forward and slashed the Fire Cloud Dragon.
Suddenly a blood mist rose up.
The Fire Cloud Dragon roared and spewed out raging flames from its mouth.
"I'll go."
Ye Tingmu quickly braked.
The flames passed before his eyes and burned a few strands of hair on his forehead.
He patted his chest and said, "That was a close call."
When the flames dissipated, the Fire Cloud Dragon had disappeared.
Only a wide bloodstain was left on the ground.
The snake was seriously injured and couldn't run far.
He picked up his sword and chased after him again, and the little monk behind him also caught up.
The two ran side by side into the valley.
Ye Tingmu glanced at him.
"Why are you here?"
"I will help you slay the demon."
Ye Tingmu rolled his eyes and said, "How can a great sword immortal like me need your help?" He was speechless. He must be trying to steal the kill. After all, this kid's mission when he went down the mountain was to kill a fifth-level monster, and the Fire Cloud Dragon in front of him was just the right one.
Thinking of this, he quickened his pace a little.
When we reached the front of the mountain, daylight appeared ahead and we had reached the exit.
What comes into view is a dazzling white light.
Beneath the mountains, a huge lake appeared before our eyes.
There were willow forests all around, densely packed around the entire lake, but Ye Tingmu frowned and stared in a daze.
"Red Willow, how is this possible."
The little monk also frowned.
There was no sign of the giant snake ahead, but ripples were seen in the pool, so it seemed that it had entered the pond.
As they approached the lake, a gust of wind blew, bringing a fishy smell. Ye Tingmu's stomach instantly churned, and he inserted his sword into the ground and began to retch.
The little monk's face was also distorted.
His eyes were closed and he held a rosary in his hands.
"My Buddha has mercy on me. My Buddha has mercy on me. Amitabha."
What is in front of me is not a black water pool, but a corpse disintegration pool.
Not only was the river water scarlet red, it was also filled with corpses, all of which were swollen. There were babies, women and children... They were so densely packed that they covered the entire surface of the lake.
Even Ye Tingmu couldn't stand it when he saw this scene.
Although he had witnessed the massacre of the village before, it was nothing compared to the black water pool in front of him.
This black water pool is so large, with a diameter of at least 4,000 meters. It is now full of corpses. The river water is even blood-yellow and is full of poisonous insects.
Ye Tingmu stopped dry heaving, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.
“What a sin.”
The little monk closed his eyes and said, "Sure enough, someone is performing a blood sacrifice here. We must report this to the authorities immediately."
Ye Tingmu didn't think about it. The location shown by the red dot on his system panel map was right under the pond.
There was nothing he could do about it now.
It's impossible to let him go, even if you beat him to death.
This is too creepy.
But it is strange why this Fire Cloud Dragon lives in such a place.
Where did so many corpses come from? Judging from the appearance of the corpses, there are only knife wounds but no claw or tooth marks. This is obviously man-made.
Looking at the blood-red willows around, it seems that what the little monk said might really be true.
Someone really was performing a blood sacrifice here.
However, the scale of this scene was too horrifying.
The little monk came to his side and said, "Donor Ye, let's go. This matter is not something you and I can solve."
Ye Tingmu frowned and nodded.
"good."
It is indeed as the little monk said, there must be some shocking secret hidden in here. If it is really the work of that evil cult, they must have masters here. If you stay here, you will die.
Although I am unwilling and the fragments I got are gone, what can I do? Being alive is everything.
The two turned around and walked out of the valley.
At this time, an evil voice sounded.
"Now that you're here, don't leave. Stay and talk to your sister."
The voice was charming and soft, yet it was murderous.
Ye Tingmu and the others looked around vigilantly.
Sure enough, there was someone there.
He drew his sword and stood at his side.
"Who is playing tricks there? Dare to show yourself."
"Oh, little brother is quite fierce. Sister will come out soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, a red figure appeared in front of them at the exit of the canyon.
The man was wearing a short red robe, revealing his white thighs.
Her collarbone was slightly exposed under her shoulders, and a pair of breasts were about to burst out. Every time she took a step, that thing would shake.
Her face was rosy, her hair was tied up high with a hairpin, and there was a faint smile on her sexy red lips. When she blinked her eyes, it was a charming glance.
Ye Tingmu was a young man full of vigor and vitality, and when he saw such a charming girl, he couldn't help but take a few more glances at her.
His Adam's apple moved and he uttered two words.
"What a wave."
"What does that mean?" The little monk wiped his nose. He didn't know when a blood mark appeared on the tip of his nose.
Ye Tingmu turned his head and looked at him with disdain on his face.
"Oh my god, you're a monk, aren't you?"
The young monk raised his head and explained:
"Donor Ye, please don't talk nonsense. I just ate a little too much these days and got a sore throat."
Ye Tingmu glanced at him sternly and said, "You called the white rice you ate yesterday too much?"
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