The two quickened their pace and passed through the last pine forest, and the mining valley suddenly appeared in front of them.
Jiang Fa was stunned.
Lu Pingping behind him was also stunned, his almond-shaped eyes slowly widening.
The mining valley has completely changed its appearance.
The open space where he fought with Li Canghai and others a few days ago seemed to have been trampled repeatedly by dozens of wild bulls.
The ground was covered with blood, footprints, knife marks, mixed with traces of collision by some large ferocious beast, and there was almost no intact ground at the scene.
But what really silenced the two of them were the things on the ground.
There were corpses all over the ground.
Jiang Fa squatted down and carefully observed the corpses scattered on the ground.
The death state of these corpses was extremely strange, with only skin and bones left in their bodies.
"The essence and blood have been drained."
Lu Pingping's voice came from beside him.
Her expression was extremely ugly. "This is Heavenly Demon Sect's usual method, using secret techniques to extract the essence and blood of the warrior from the body, leaving only the skin and flesh in the end."
Jiang Fa frowned.
He stood up and looked around the entire valley. After a cursory glance, he saw that there were at least dozens of corpses scattered everywhere. Judging from their clothing, they should belong to several factions.
"It seems that while we were trapped at the bottom of the cliff these past few days, something new happened here."
Jiang Fa exhaled and said.
He quickened his pace to search the valley, his eyes quickly scanning every wreckage.
No trace of Zhao Zhong, Lie Changkong, Liu Bochong was found.
"Master..."
Jiang Fa muttered something in a low voice and walked faster and faster.
He circled the valley again, carefully identifying the clothing and clothing features of each remains.
Fortunately, no one from the Zhao Clan Martial Hall was found.
The two searched north along the mining valley, and what they saw along the way was shocking.
On the ground, shriveled corpses with their essence and blood drained can be seen everywhere, scattered among the rocks and shrubs.
There are different types of clothing, including disciples wearing martial arts uniforms, Rogue Cultivator wearing animal skin jackets, and several official servants wearing yamen uniforms.
Jiang Fa recognized several of them.
One is a disciple of the Iron Fist Martial Hall, and the fear before death still remains on the withered face.
The other body was a female disciple of the Flying Swallow Martial Hall, and her death was equally miserable.
Jiang Fa closed the female disciple's eyes with her hands.
"Let's go."
He stood up, his voice hoarse.
Lu Pingping glanced at him, didn't say anything more, and just followed him silently.
The two men continued their search along the ridgeline on the north side of the mining valley, and found many more bodies along the way.
Until they climbed over a low hillside, the pine forest in front suddenly became sparse, revealing a flattened open area.
In the open space, a figure in gray robe turned his back to them, squatting next to a dying man, his right hand pressing on his Heavenly Spirit Cap.
Strands of dark red blood were drawn out of the man's seven orifices, and disappeared into the sleeves along the fingertips of the man in gray robe.
As the essence and blood were extracted, the body of the dying man quickly turned into a mummy, becoming no different from other corpses.
"Heavenly Demon Sect."
Lu Pingping's pupils suddenly shrank, and his right hand was already pressing on the hilt of the sword.
The man in gray robe seemed to have noticed the movement behind him, stood up slowly and turned his head.
This person has a thin face and thin skin, and there is a faint Sha Qi smell all over his body, which is exactly the same as the Heavenly Demon Sect person Jiang Fa has seen before.
"I thought it was who it was, but it turned out to be two more trash fish that came to my door."
When the man saw that the two of them looked so young, a trace of contempt suddenly appeared in his eyes, obviously he didn't take them seriously.
This is actually not his fault.
Jiang Fa's Origin-Returning Breath-Concealing Art has cultivated to the third level. Unless he deliberately reveals his aura, it will be difficult to see through the depth of the gray-robed man in front of him based on his strength.
And Lu Pingping is obviously stronger than the man in gray robe, so it is strange that he can see through it.
So in his perception, Jiang Fa and Lu Pingping are ordinary people.
"Two ignorant people actually dare to hang out here."
A cruel sneer appeared at the corner of the gray-robed man's mouth, "Forget it, since we've met him, let's take them all away."
As soon as he finished speaking, his feet moved, and a palm containing blood Sha Qi struck towards the two of them.
Jiang Fa just wanted to take action.
Lu Pingping moved first, and her whole body turned into a black afterimage, approaching her.
The man in gray robe looked shocked.
How is that possible?
This man had no breath just now, and he clearly didn't have any cultivation level, but as soon as he took action, his speed was actually several minutes faster than when he used all his strength.
The Sha Qi in his palm had just condensed halfway, and Lu Pingping was already in front of him.
She punched the man in gray robe straight in the face.
Facing this ordinary punch, the gray-robed man's whole body was filled with chills. A strong sense of crisis suddenly hit his heart. In horror, he turned his head sharply and hurriedly dodged the punch.
Then he took advantage of the situation and slapped his left hand towards Lu Pingping's chest.
Lu Pingping's eyes flashed coldly.
She stretched out her left hand, spread her fingers, and greeted him with a palm.
Now that Heart-Devouring Powder's toxicity has been completely eliminated, her body Internal Force can move freely, and all the previous grievances and resentments are released without reservation at this moment.
The two palms collided.
Bang!
There was a muffled sound, and the gray-robed man's expression suddenly changed. He felt an extremely strong force coming from the opponent's palm, and he was shaken by the palm and took several steps back.
"Half-Step Innate?"
The man in gray robe had a look of horror on his face.
Lu Pingping is too lazy to speak.
She kicked off her feet, and her body shot out. She was in front of the gray-robed man in an instant, and her right fist flew straight out. Wherever the wind of the fist passed, the air was torn apart with a sharp explosion.
The gray-robed man's pupils shrank suddenly, and he tried his best to cross his arms in front of his chest to block.
Fists and arms meet.
Click!
A crisp sound of bone cracking sounded between the two of them.
The bones of the gray-robed man's arms were broken inch by inch, and he was sent flying backwards by the punch.
Before he could stand still, Lu Pingping was already chasing him.
Another punch directly to the face.
The man in gray robe tilted his head desperately, and the blade of his fist grazed his cheekbone, causing a bloody gash and turning half of his face over.
"You..."
As soon as the man in gray robe uttered a word, Lu Pingping's left palm slapped him on the chest.
The power of the palm penetrates into the body.
The gray-robed man's chest sank suddenly, blood spurted out from his mouth, and his whole body flew backwards seven to eight feet like a kite with its string cut off.
He struggled to raise his head, blood foam pouring out of his mouth, and he looked at the girl in black who was approaching step by step, his eyes full of fear.
"You... who are you?"
Lu Pingping looked expressionless and did not answer his question.
"I am Heavenly Demon Sect! If you dare to kill me, Sacred Sect will never let you go!"
The man in gray robe said sharply.
"Heavenly Demon Sect?"
A sneer appeared at the corner of Lu Pingping's mouth, "It's as if Heavenly Demon Sect can let me go if I don't kill you."
The man in gray robe was speechless, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the panic in his eyes was suddenly replaced by a touch of madness.
He suddenly bit something hidden in his molars, and a thick dark red Sha Qi surged out from all seven of his orifices at the same time, converging towards the top of his head, and instantly condensed into a blood-colored air column the size of a rubber ball, which was about to rise into the sky.
"Not good!"
Lu Pingping's face changed suddenly.