Senior Brother, yes you are right!

Chapter 32: Today I want you to be reduced to ashes!

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There were more bones seen on the mountain. Not only bones, Song Yin also saw dried black bloodstains. At the junction of the bloodstains there was a human-shaped skeleton without the lower body, which was casually thrown aside.

Judging from the situation, someone must have dragged a person with a missing lower body and dumped him here...

Song Yin's face became increasingly gloomy, until after he climbed over the mountain, he could no longer contain his anger, and white gas emanated from his body, rushing forward and causing the surrounding ground to sink into a circle.

"Master, senior brother..." Zhang Feixuan swallowed hard, his calves shaking.

Song Yin did not reply, but just stared at the white mountaintop.

That was not snow, it was a pile of bones covering the entire mountain, there were people and animals, it was really a mountain of skeletons and a forest of bones. In addition to skulls, there were also dried heads and a lot of hair hanging in the forest. There were things that looked like human tendons hanging on the tree trunks, it was like a black forest.

Every step on the ground would bring out blood and flesh. The scarlet and black rotten flesh mixed together and gave off an extremely foul odor.

This horrifying scene made even Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizhen feel weak and their scalps go numb.

"What the hell... is this so crazy?" Wang Qizhen muttered to himself with a dazed look in his eyes.

Everyone in the Xumi Clan knew that the Pijia Sect was dangerous, but seeing it with their own eyes, they never expected it to be so vicious!

How many people must have been eaten and killed to reach the current scale...

Zhang Feixuan had sharp eyes. He saw a group of fresh corpses. It was several people mixed together. The original appearance could not be seen clearly. He only knew that they were corpses.

It seemed like several human figures were holding a skinned, twisted child mixed with other corpses...

Peng!

The white gas from Song Yin's body almost rose into the sky, causing blood and flesh to fly all around. He took a step and turned into a white shadow, and went straight into the deep opening in the mountain. His power was so great that it directly broke open the mountain pass, causing the mountain to shake and send rubble falling down.

"What should we do?" Wang Qi looked at Zhang Feixuan, "Can this thing really get in? Don't find an opportunity and get nothing. We will just be accompanied by this mountain of corpses. If you want me to say it, let's just leave. What kind of human pill method do you need? You find a place to be your young master, and I'll find a place to play in the fucking Happy Forest."

Zhang Feixuan said with a stiff upper lip: "Let's go and have a look, it has come to this!"

This place is scary, but compared to the eldest brother, he still thinks the eldest brother is scarier.

After all, just looking at the mountains of corpses and seas of blood made his scalp tingle, and facing his senior brother, he was still afraid from the bottom of his heart.

After all, it would take some effort for the armored disciples to tear him apart, but he would be killed with just one punch from the eldest senior brother.

Of course, the eldest brother has already gone in, and he might not survive...

But what if

"You and I are confident that we can run away, so surely Senior Brother can too. If we desert now, we will both be dead when he escapes." Zhang Feixuan thought about it, but the fear of Song Yin still dominated his heart.

"Alright! Let me make it clear first, if something goes wrong I'll leave right away!"

Wang Qizhen took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and walked straight into the mountain pass.

The mountain pass was not long, and after entering it, there was an extremely empty square. The square was circular, and sunken in the center, like a large arena. Around it, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and skeletons were everywhere.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!!”

Around the ring, there was a group of shirtless people cheering. There were about thirty of them, all of them had sharp teeth and looked very weird.

Their hands and feet are a different color from their bodies, and there are signs of stitching, as if they were taken from someone else and sewn onto their own bodies.

There are only a few of them whose bodies are still as normal and very strong.

Armored disciples!

In the center of the arena, there were a dozen mortals cowering there.

Tear!

An armored disciple in the ring tore a mortal into two halves, bathed in the spilled flesh and blood, opened his mouth and drank the falling blood wildly, then grabbed another mortal with a ferocious expression.

"You are a perfect person, qualified to fight me. As long as you survive, I will lead you into the sect! Fight! Fight!!"

“Fight! Fight! Fight!!”

The armored disciples around the ring had great enthusiasm in their eyes and shouted in unison.

"Don't be afraid, muster up your courage to face me! It doesn't matter if you lose your hands and feet, or any limbs! We from the Armored Sect can restore you to your original state!" the Armored Sect member continued to shout.

The body of the mortal who was picked up was shaking like a sieve, his crotch was wet and emitting a smell, but the smell could probably not be smelled because the place was filled with stench.

"You cowardly rat!"

The armored disciple raised his brows, made a click of the tongue, clenched his fist and was ready to smash the mortal's head with one punch.

boom!

Just as his fist was about to get close to the mortal, suddenly a white gas rushed from the mountain pass to the center of the ring at a high speed. The white shadow flashed, and there was a loud bang, causing the armored man's head to explode directly.

A fist appeared at the position of the armored man's head. The owner of the fist stood there, with blinding white light flashing in his eyes. His whole body was shrouded in white mist, and he looked like the sun.

"Evil and heretic!!"

A loud and angry voice rang out, shaking the area around the arena and causing Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizhen, who came in from behind, to tremble in their hearts.

Song Yin's eyes flashed white, and he let the headless body fall down. He looked at those guys who were frozen because of his sudden appearance, and gritted his teeth and said:

"What kind of ugliness can breed existence like you! Have you ever heard the wailing coming from your bodies? Have you ever heard the howling of the vengeful spirits in the outside world? Have you ever heard their confused and lonely cries?"

Bang!

Song Yin stepped away and clenched his fists to crush the air, "You all deserve to die!!"

He suddenly flashed and appeared directly on top of one of the armored men. He punched him with a burst of powerful energy, which directly blew off the upper body of the armored man.

"A sneak attack!"

At this time, some of those people finally reacted, but they were not afraid or surprised, but filled with anger.

"Kill him! He attacked us by surprise. Damn Wuliang Tianzun, he actually attacked us by surprise. How immoral!" These people had crazy looks on their faces. They all moved and rushed towards Song Yin.

"Second Junior Brother! Third Junior Brother! Don't let any of them go. Today I will destroy this evil sect into ashes!"

Song Yin took a deep breath, and there was a crackling sound all around him. He kicked forward and knocked an armored sect member who was rushing towards him to the ground. Then he swung his legs and threw him out heavily, hitting other people. The huge force caused these armored sect members to fall one after another, but they quickly stood up again and continued to charge forward without any care.

Including the armored disciple who was kicked to the point of being chilled to the bone, he stood up shakily, not caring at all about the big hole in his chest, and rushed forward with a grim smile.

In his eyes, the injury seemed to be non-existent...