Chapter 892
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Behind him, Leng Shuang and the others also walked out. There were traces of battle on their bodies. Obviously, they had fought with the person who had sneaked into the back of the mountain.
"Master, the people in the back of the mountain have been dealt with."
Bai Xiao shouted. Seeing that the Nascent Soul cultivator was being defeated by her, she picked up the musical instrument in her hand and put it to her mouth. As the sound of the musical instrument rang out, the ferocious beasts pounced on the cultivators crazily and bit them. They didn't need to do anything. The evil cultivators who couldn't use their spiritual power to fight were all torn to pieces by the ferocious beasts' claws.
Shrill screams and the strong smell of blood filled the air. In less than half an hour, the ground was covered in blood and flesh. None of the evil cultivators survived …
"Ah!"
Bai Xiao and the others looked in the direction of the scream. They saw that one of the Nascent Soul cultivator's legs had been chopped off by the Qingfeng Sword. He flew out and fell to the ground, unable to stand up.
Fengjiu walked closer and looked at the evil cultivator who was struggling and wailing on the ground. Murderous intent surged in his eyes. "Have you thought about how you want to die?"
The evil cultivator had one of his arms and one of his legs chopped off. He couldn't dodge or escape. He could only sit there and stare at Fengjiu, who was full of murderous intent. "Who are you? How can a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator injure me to this extent? Who are you! "
"Ha, how dare you provoke me when you don't even know who I am?" She sneered and pointed the sharp sword in her hand at his dantian. "Don't even think about trying to escape with your Nascent Soul. Not many people I want to kill can escape."
The Nascent Soul cultivator's face was ghastly pale. Cold sweat seeped out of his forehead. He stared at Fengjiu in front of him and smiled sinisterly. He gritted his teeth and wanted to explode and kill himself. Unexpectedly, Fengjiu, who had already seen through his intentions, shot out a few silver needles. The evil cultivator fell to the ground, as if he had lost consciousness.
"Take him back. Don't let him die so easily," she said coldly. She said coldly. She glanced at the dead Evil Sorcerers around her and said to the few of them, "Clean this up." Then, she walked into the manor.
Even after killing those people, she still couldn't let it go. After killing those people, Xiang Hua would not come back to life. He hadn't been by her side for a long time, but his oath seemed to still echo in her mind.
However, such a person was now dead.
She knew that this was only the beginning and not the end. As long as she walked down this path, the people around her could face all of this. They could be implicated by her and die because of her.
Everyone watched as she walked into the manor with the Qingfeng Sword in hand. They couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, but they didn't know what to say. They could only listen to her and deal with this place first.
Xiang Hua's death was a blow to them, but also a warning. It let them know that if someone really wanted to kill them and set them up, with their current strength, they really could only be trampled on.
"Those who are seriously injured go back and bandage them. Those who are lightly injured, follow me to clean up the scene." Du Fan said and led a few people who were lightly injured to deal with the corpses outside.
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