Standing quietly on the highest point of the roof, looking around, there was still scarlet light in the air, and ghostly will-o'-wisps that appeared and disappeared in the distance. The surroundings were eerily quiet.
As time passed, a strange thing happened.
For some reason, Ding Hao suddenly felt an inexplicable irritability in his heart, and his murderous intent was rising.
"What's going on? I've never encountered this situation before."
Ding Hao circulated the ice and snow profound energy, concentrated on meditation, and got rid of distracting thoughts, and he felt a little better.
But after a while, that irritability appeared in Ding Hao's heart again, making him suddenly become extremely bloodthirsty. He couldn't help but have the urge to draw his sword and rush down to the inn to kill everyone.
"how so?"
Ding Hao was now sure that it was not just his problem.
Because soon, the sound of fighting came from the inn.
By the time Ding Hao rushed over, the battle was over. A casual cultivator was lying dead on the spot. His most trusted companion died. Just because of a few quarrels, the two sides fought, causing a tragedy.
"Why is this happening? I never thought about killing him. He is my best friend... But... I seemed to be unable to control myself just now... What happened?"
The murderer's hands were stained with blood, and he was trembling and kneeling in a pool of blood on the ground, looking terrified and not pretending.
Before everyone could say anything, they heard him suddenly wailing like crazy, grabbed the blood sword on the ground, inserted it into his chest without hesitation, and spurted blood from his mouth, actually committing suicide directly.
This scene shocked everyone.
An atmosphere of terror spread uncontrollably in everyone's hearts.
Because this is so abnormal.
Moreover, everyone felt an increasingly difficult to suppress restlessness. They wanted to draw their swords and kill, wanted to see blood, wanted to hear screams and wailing, and a touch of blood gradually spread from everyone's eyes. Come…
"Where is the body? Why is the body missing?" A scream irritated everyone's eardrums.
Only then did everyone realize in shock that the body of the first casual cultivator who died just now suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if melting into the air. Only the weapons and clothes remained on the ground. superior.
Ding Hao's pupils shrank.
This was exactly the same scene as what happened after the death of more than ten Starfall Sect disciples. The bodies disappeared silently.
Moreover, this time it was even weirder. He disappeared mysteriously under the crowd of so many people.
"Look, this body is melting..."
Someone suddenly pointed at the corpse of the suicide, and everyone looked at it intently, feeling horrified.
It turned out that there were traces of vine-like crimson light on the bluestone ground, spreading over the corpse silently, and then the skin, flesh and bones of the deceased, like melting thin ice, slowly melted away bit by bit. It penetrated into the cracks of the bluestone floor, and in just a blink of an eye, only the clothes and weapons were left.
Disappearing together with these two corpses was the blood that had previously flowed on the ground.
Everyone felt a bone-chilling coldness rising from the tailbone to the Tianling Cap. This scene was so weird and terrifying. The ground seemed to be a bloodthirsty monster, swallowing the blood silently.
Devouring the body and blood of the deceased, as well as the red light...
"Hahaha, you humble ants, please use your lowly lives and sweet blood to please me!"
The eerie, violent and terrifying voice from before began to reappear in everyone's minds at this moment.
This gloomy ghost is definitely not as simple as it seems. It seems to be deliberately stimulating people to kill each other and absorb the power of corpses and blood. This situation reminds everyone of the legendary blood sacrifice, relying on the flesh and blood of the dead. To achieve certain conditions and achieve some kind of evil power.
at this time-
"Jie Jie Jie Jie!"
A sinister laugh like a night owl, eerie and terrifying, came from outside.
"Who?" Ding Hao was the first to react. He moved and turned into a wisp of smoke and floated out.
The others reacted one after another and rushed out of the gate like arrows.
…
Ding Hao had just rushed out of the door of the inn when he was faced with a stream of red flames, with a burning heat that was mercilessly strangled like a giant python.
"Who are you pretending to be a ghost? Get out of here!" Ding Hao didn't dodge and punched out.
Amidst the roar of the strong wind, his fist was halfway out. His right fist and right arm were covered with crystal-like silver ice crystals. The fine ice shards spread like an ice storm, and when his fist When it was completely blasted out, a beam of light composed of fine silver ice crystals, the front end of which formed the shape of a transparent fist, burst out.
Boom!
Red flames splashed and ice shards danced wildly.
There was chaos all around.
On the rooftop opposite, in the scarlet light, a slender figure stood proudly.
He was wearing a snow-white robe, blowing in the wind, and his long blood-colored hair seemed like a burning flame or a piece of swimming blood. He wore a bronze ghost face mask on his face, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling. Crying is not crying, it is indescribably weird, standing there quietly, like a ghost wandering in the darkness.
At the same time, everyone else in the inn had already rushed out.
"Who are you?" Ding Hao was surrounded by silver ice crystal snowflakes, activating the ice and snow profound energy.
He didn't dare to be careless in the slightest. Just one correct move made Ding Hao know that the person in front of him was definitely a powerful enemy.
"You guys, who is Ding Hao?" The voice sounded like it was floating from the cracks in the ground, coming from under the bronze ghost face mask, adding a bit of eerie fear.
"That's me." Ding Hao slowly approached.
"Jiejiejiejie...Then I will be the one who kills you!"
The words have not yet finished.
The figure in the bronze ghost mask swayed, and in an instant he was in front of Ding Hao like lightning.
He struck with a light palm, and the entire palm was enveloped in red flames, and there was a soft roar in the burning void.
Ding Hao's expression remained unchanged and he also struck out with a palm.
This palm triggered the power of Xuan Shuang. The palm was covered with bright ice crystals, and the silver-white ice air was lingering with a biting chill.
boom!
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