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Only cultivators at the True Sun realm could use sacred arts, which were evolved from the energy of heaven and earth, such as soaring into the sky, burning rivers, and boiling seas.

With a wave of his hand, Ling Hao pulled the Cyan Carp back.

He spread out the blood net and stabbed out with his sword. That green carp beauty actually managed to turn around and dodge it. The first time she missed, Ling Hao was slightly angry.

He stepped on her chest and stabbed at it once more. With a pu sound, the long sword stabbed at the green carp's chest, dying it in a bloody mess.

The cyan carp felt its consciousness gradually grow dim, and only now did it close its eyes due to the blood flow.

Ling Hao took out the mysterious cloth pieces that Zhou Lin Yuan and the green carp had given to the Vermillion Bird Hall Master. If they wanted to leave the demon heart jungle, this was a necessity.

The dumbstruck crowd gradually recovered from their shock.

Two seventh heaven masters had died a violent death. It was as if killing them in the hands of this young man was as easy as blowing away dust!

This was the state of mind of the Spirit Flame Clan disciples.

On the other hand, the Mo and Carp Clan disciples were more flustered than shocked. After killing the leader, their lives were also in Ling Hao's hands.

Who wants to die if they can live? Death was unknown to those who were still alive, so these disciples had strong desire to survive.

Ling Hao looked at them with a cold gaze. If he let them go today, they would still wave their sabers and swords when they met him again. He might as well kill them to avoid any future troubles.

"If you want to blame someone, then blame yourself for following the wrong person. Don't blame me after you die." Ling Hao took out his long sword and charged towards the group of disciples.

The young boys and girls were trembling in fear. It was not natural death, but man-made death. They truly could not accept it.

"Young Master, Young Master, please don't kill me, okay?" However, in front of life, she still lowered her arrogant head. Her face was flushed red as she said, "Young Noble, as long as you don't kill me, I can do anything I want."

Her sweet voice emitted gentleness as her bewitching eyes looked at Ling Hao.

The young boys and girls next to her gaped for a moment, then began to plead for mercy.

The two hall masters looked at Ling Hao. They also wanted to know what choice this heroic youth would make. It would be best if they stayed true to their intentions after compromising with a beautiful woman.

Ling Hao only glanced at her, but didn't say anything.

The sword light shone into the young girl's eyes.

She lay in a pool of blood, breathing her last. Her beautiful eyes were filled with incredulity; even in death, she could not believe that there was such a man in this world. There was even a moment when she doubted whether this white-clothed youth could walk on the streets.

However, as time passed, her life force did not allow her to think about it too much.

Towards Ling Hao's brutal destruction of the flower, the group of youths and young girls were utterly disheartened. Even such beautiful girls would have the heart to kill him, let alone them?

Where did they get this youth's heart?

Thus, he could only die.

Ling Hao held the longsword in his hand and said indifferently: "I don't want to kill too many people." The other seven people of the Spirit Flame race were speechless.

"I'll rest for a while. You guys kill these people, we'll continue forward."

The purpose of this trip was to obtain a Demon Spirit.

Miserable screams rose one after another. Fate was truly unpredictable.

In an instant, blood flowed like a river.

Ling Hao blew at the air, and the blood on the sword instantly scattered.

The group of eight continued onwards. After killing these people, everyone could feel a sense of security and comfort permeating the heart of the forest.

The deeper into the forest, the more eerie and eerie it was. The deeper they went, the colder they felt. The ancient trees covered the sky and covered the earth, shrouding everyone within. Everyone's hearts were in their throats; the more eerie and quiet it was, the more it made their scalps tingle.

Terror comes from the unknown.

Ling Hao surveyed his surroundings and only saw the fog rolling about. Vines could be seen everywhere that flickered with a black luster, as if they were ready to swallow someone at any moment!

Suddenly, a series of sounds rang out.

The sound of bones breaking was heard.

"Then... "What is it?" Yang Linglong pointed to the west, her voice trembling.

Everyone looked in the direction she was pointing and felt a chill on their hearts!

Over there, there were rows and rows of skulls. They only had skulls, and their sharp bone claws were shining with a glow. There were at least a few hundred eyes filled with an aura of death.

Behind him, the mist roiled, and the Skull Army that came over seemed like demons that had crawled out from hell.