The grudges of the pugilistic world

Soon, all the screams, begging, cursing, and crying disappeared. The entire caravan had been slaughtered.

The yellow grass was covered in blood, and corpses were lying on the ground. It was a ghastly sight.

Fu xuanxu and the other two stood in a pool of blood, their killing intent rising, but their faces were a little confused.

"These ghostly beings ... Are too weak!" Zhongkui yueji muttered.

Ning Wuye guessed, it could be some newly born ghosts, or it could be because of the changes in you su tomb's laws.

He quickly looked around at the vast fog and said briefly,"Let's retreat. This is the serene essence tomb, and the commotion just now might have attracted other ghosts."

Zongkui yueji and ning Wuye nodded, and the three of them left quickly.

The West Wind whistled past, and the long grass swayed violently. The blood that had temporarily gathered into a small stream was still flowing slowly in the grass.

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