Half a quarter of an hour later, everyone had finished arranging, gathered momentum, and was ready to leave.
After experiencing a brutal fight, the remaining disciples were all relaxed. In their view, the culprit was dead and the endgame was decided. There were no hidden dangers in this barren mountain mining area and there was no need to fortify it.
The breeze blew, carrying the charred black dust and faint smell of blood remaining on the ground, passing over the devastated battlefield.
The earth-shattering thunder-punishment fight had ended long ago, and there was only the sound of wind and the low voices of the disciples in the world. The atmosphere was relaxed, and it looked like the mission had ended peacefully.
Most of the people who went on the mission this time had not experienced many missions and did not have much experience.
An elder died this time, but the cause of the incident had nothing to do with them. Even if there was punishment after returning, it would not fall on them.
Zhou Qi stood on one side, watching everyone clean up, with an indifferent look on his face, not taking this incident to heart at all.
No one noticed that in the depths of the dead mountain forest, the cold and cold Sha Qi, which had originally been thin and dissipated, was gathering crazily at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.
It's not an explosive leak, but a silent package that quietly locks the entire area.
Zhou Qi's eyes narrowed slightly, and his standing figure suddenly paused.
His Divine Sense was far superior to the same level, and he instantly caught something amiss.
The surrounding Spiritual Qi became a little quieter.
The originally warm sunlight fell down, but it seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and it became bitingly cold when it fell into the field.
This is not the Sha Qi of ordinary monks, it is the murderous aura created by tens of millions of killings!
"Something's wrong, there's a master!"
Zhou Qi frowned, his palm had already touched the handle of the knife, and he was on high alert.
If you can sense this coercion and avoid Qi Shan people, your opponent's cultivation level must be around Nascent Soul Eighth Layer.
This kind of cultivation level may not be considered top-notch in a large sect, but at this time, it is already a crushing level of terrifying combat power in this barren mountain!
The alarm bell in Zhou Qi's heart rang, and the sword intent all over his body was instantly stretched to the extreme. Tidal Escape Art subconsciously prepared for attack, with his eyes as sharp as knives, he scanned the deep and silent mountain forest.
At this moment, the other disciples in the field were completely unaware.
At this moment, the light above the sky dimmed without warning.
The air seemed to freeze for an instant.
The originally cool mountain breeze suddenly became bitingly cold, falling on the skin like fine needles pricking into the pores.
Several disciples with lower cultivation levels all stopped in unison, rubbed their arms subconsciously, and looked up at the sky blankly, thinking it was a sudden change in the weather in the mountains.
But when they saw the scene above them clearly, their expressions suddenly changed.
"That's... what?"
I don't know who murmured something. The sound was not loud, but it was heard very clearly in the silent place at this moment.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky.
I saw a huge ship made entirely of dark meteorite iron, slowly descending from the clouds silently.
The ship was so huge that it hovered dozens of feet in the air above everyone's heads, like an aerial fortress made of iron and blood, shrouding the entire battlefield below in its shadow.
The bow of the ship was deliberately cast into the shape of a ferocious beast's skull, with its huge mouth slightly open and fangs exposed. Green phosphorus fire danced in the empty eye sockets, looking down at the tiny people below, as if sizing up a group of ants.
The sides of the ship are covered with deep and shallow claw marks and old dried and blackened blood stains. They are by no means deliberately carved patterns, but the traces left by countless bloody massacres and life-and-death battles.
There were no drums, no trumpets, no loud shouts.
This giant ship arrived so quietly, but it brought a stronger sense of depression than thousands of troops.
The dozen or so disciples present had the lowest cultivation level of Nascent Soul First Layer, which could be considered a master in an ordinary city.
But at this moment, facing this huge ship with a hanging roof, everyone's heart tightened involuntarily, and fine cold sweat broke out on their backs.
A dead thing has a strong murderous aura. It is hard to imagine how many lives this giant ship has been infected with and how many brutal killings it has experienced!
Lin Mo's face changed suddenly, he handed the spiritual cloth in his hand to someone else, and subconsciously took a step forward.
Zhou Qi still stood in place, his expression unchanged, but the aura around his body was quietly full, and the fingers on the handle of the knife tightened slightly.
"Oh, we finally found the right place."
A hoarse and rough snort exploded from the bow of the ship.
Only then did everyone realize that there was an unknown figure at the top of the ship's bow.
He wore an evil ghost mask on his face, and his whole body glowed with an abnormal dark red sheen. He just stood at the bow of the ship, without releasing any pressure or deliberately showing off his cultivation.
But when those emotionless eyes swept below, everyone felt a biting chill running up their backs from the soles of their feet.
The person coming is none other than the leader of the Blood Sha Alliance - Blood Hand.
"It's you who are messing around in this mine under my name?"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.
Everyone was a little confused for a while and didn't understand what was going on.
Lin Mo's Adam's apple moved slightly, suppressing the shock in his heart. As a direct disciple of Chen Kun, he had just been elected as the temporary captain. If no one stepped forward at this time, Heavenly Sword Peak's face would be completely lost.
He took a deep breath, stepped forward, raised his hands to the sky, and said loudly, "Heavenly Sword Peak disciples are here to perform sect tasks. May I ask your honorable title? What are your intentions when you come here?"
His posture can be considered restrained and polite, neither degrading his status nor rashly provoking.
However, the figure at the bow of the ship didn't even look at him.
"Noisy."
The word "light and fluttering" is cold and ruthless.
Blood Hand did not move his body or move, he just raised his hand casually and made a weak grab at Lin Mo below.
Buzz--!
The invisible force of imprisonment suddenly locked the body.
Lin Mo The protective aura around his body surged instantly, but the tough Spiritual Power barrier only lasted a moment before shattering like a brittle bubble.
An invisible giant hand firmly grasped his body, forcibly pulling him off the ground and flying towards the bow of the ship uncontrollably.
Panic instantly filled Lin Mo's face. He opened his mouth slightly and was about to call for help, but the scream didn't come out in time.
When the body reached mid-air, it was suddenly crushed and collapsed by the terrifying power coming from all directions.
The next second, blood mist filled the sky and silently exploded.
The broken fragments of the robe mixed with the warm blood rain fell on the charred earth below, making a soft "pitter patter" sound.
Lin Mo, Nascent Soul Third Layer, just gone.
A bone-chilling silence enveloped the entire place.
Qi Shan clenched his teeth, fear and anger surged in his eyes, but he held it back. He knew the horror of Nascent Soul Eighth Layer better than anyone present.
Several disciples behind him looked pale, and some subconsciously took half a step back, but they held back forcefully. Fear spread in their hearts, but they did not dare to act rashly.
Qi Shan subconsciously looked sideways at Zhou Qi, only to see him standing quietly at the end of the crowd, calm and indifferent, with no intention of getting ahead, as if the life and death crisis around him had nothing to do with him.
The scene was silent for a moment, and all the disciples of Heavenly Sword Peak were frightened on the spot by the Blood Hand in mid-air.