After standing on the silent top of the mountain, he waited for a while and confirmed that no one was coming to trouble him, Li Xiaobai then raised his foot and walked down the mountain.

He planned to find some clues from the corpse of the mysterious man he had killed.

The disciples of Jingshuang Sect took their own initiative to treat the people who drove the strange beasts as the remnants of the Demon Sect, but the two people's screams just now made the whole thing less simple.

The person who activated the Holy Spirit Mist to turn thousands of strange beasts into bones is a disciple of the Demon Sect. So who is driving the strange beasts? To be precise, what kind of secret force exists?

This made Li Xiaobai confused. Qiongya Dao's South Sea Immortal would be attacked, and there might be hidden mystery.

The high-level martial arts true energy in the body-building realm activates the radial light skills, causing Li Xiaobai to leap in the mountains and forests as if flying. However, at the foot of the mountain, except for a few footprints, he did not find the figure of the disciple of the Demon Sect. Then he went to the red sword light falling point that was shot down by the "Xihe" sword light.

"Haha! The remnants of the Demon Sect, I didn't expect that we would kill us and fight back, right? I'll hand over the Holy Grail of the Bone, and we can spare your life!"

"Bah! When I am a three-year-old child, I can fool it at will. The Holy Grail of White Bone is the treasure of this sect. I would rather destroy it than let it fall into the hands of others. You cults should not be proud of it. Don't think that if you act secretly, no one knows it. One day, the fire will be lost, and the whole world will attack it. Let's see how you resist it!"

"Sacrificing for this sect is the glory you are waiting for. When the demon god comes, we will rule this world, so where do we care about the Five Palaces and Seven Sects? Your Demon Sect is a role model! Why don't you surrender quickly! Hahaha!"

Near the landing point of the red sword light, more than a hundred meters away, Li Xiaobai heard a voice from afar.

"Despicable and shameless! People are doing it, God is watching. Do you think you can hide it from others all the time?"

The old man from the Demon Sect had a cough in his voice, and he was obviously seriously injured.

"Hmph! In this wilderness, who can save you, an old man, would you shout! Let's see who will respond?"

What he spoke was the sharp and hoarse voice he heard before, as if he was relying on his masters to unscrupulously threaten the old man of the Demon Sect.

Two people from the Tian Cult are confronting an old man from the Demon Sect. The latter is scattered with fragments on the ground. If they are pieced together, it seems to be a flying sword.

There was also a corpse with a twisted limb nearby. There was a round hole the size of a finger left on the vest to the front chest. The person had already lost all his breath and the blood had flowed out.

"Cough yes!"

A refreshing cough suddenly came from the forest beside the valley. Li Xiaobai took a square step and came to the sight of the three of them to express his presence.

Sometimes this guy acts like this, he just doesn't follow the norm and just watches the show, but he just wants to play in person.

The short words of both sides contained a huge amount of information, which made Li Xiaobai choose to come forward and not enter the tiger's den, so how could he get a tiger's son? Only in this way can he get more clues.

The person with a sharp and hoarse voice before was a person from the Tian Cult. He was hunched and wretched. He pointed at Li Xiaobai in anger and said, "You! Why are you?"

Just now, he was proudly thinking that there was no one else here, but Li Xiaobai's voice was like a loud slap on his face.

The man's face was twisted and seemed to have a deep hatred for Li Xiaobai. He gritted his teeth and bowed to the shocking middle-aged man beside him and said, "My Lord Dharma King, it's him. He is a disciple of Jingshuang Sect, and killed Junior Brother Qufu!"

"What kind of virtue is the little sorcerer of Jingshuang Sect? He can actually kill the disciples of my Tian Cult. Since he is here, stay!"

The man who was called the Dharma King seemed to accidentally shake his sleeves, and a red sword light shot out from the sleeves, and his eyes came to Li Xiaobai in an instant.

bite!

The sword energy flashed, and the short sword in Li Xiaobai's hand was cut off by two inches of sword edge, but the red sword light that was not as fast as the lightning was knocked away by the sword energy.

Unfortunately, a good sword worth at least 100% was shaking his right hand, and the remaining sword was retracted and replaced with the Yuanyang sword treasured in the imperial depot.

"Good boy! It's true that I've had a few tricks. It's a pity to join the Jingshuang Sect. Why not just join the My God Cult! This Dharma King can be your referee. This sect likes young heroes the most!"

The Dharma King of the Tian Cult failed to succeed in one blow, but instead recalled his flying sword and looked up and down at Li Xiaobai. I wonder if he was appreciating the courage of this disciple of Jingshuang Sect or his courage.

"Don't believe him. The cult has always been full of lies and is the best at bewitching people's hearts! Young man, run away!"

The old man from the Demon Sect, who looked listless and was in great pain, suddenly spoke up and reminded Li Xiaobai not to believe it easily.

"Noisy!"

The face of the Cult King of the Tian Cult turned cold, and the flying sword was like a red lightning, shooting towards the old man of the Demon Sect.

My life is over!

The spiritual thief in his body was empty, and the old man from the Demon Sect held a pale white ancient round cup as big as a palm, and closed his eyes with his fate.

A tingling sound!

"So brave!"

The disciple of the Tian Cult with a sharp and hoarse voice shouted. The old man from the Demon Sect opened his eyes when he heard the sound, but saw a silver flying sword hanging in front of him.

Li Xiaobai gently pinched the sword-controlling technique with his left hand and came to the old man of the Demon Sect step by step. Because of his body's fate with the Demon Sect, he planned to intervene in this matter and save the other party.

Because these whereabouts and the mysterious cults are even less like good people.

What's more, not long ago, the other party helped him and turned all the strange beasts crowded on the mountain into white bones.

"Boy, you..."

The pale-faced elder of the Demon Sect looked unbelievable. This disciple of Jingshuang Sect, who had only the cultivation level of the first level of knowledge and could not even fly on the sword, would actually save him.

"The disciples of Jingshuang Sect will actually save the elder of the Demon Sect, haha! Such an interesting junior, this Dharma King hasn't seen him for a long time!"

The voice of the Dharma King of the Tian Cult was as harsh as a night owl. He took out a golden flute and pressed his fingers on the mouth of the flute. A strange and graceful flute sound rang out, echoing in the valley from afar.

The sound of the gurgling stream in the distance was immediately disrupted, and a group of dense blood pupils and strange blood runes lit upstream and rushed over quickly.

A large group of strange beasts were lying ambushed at the other end of the valley, and rushed over immediately when they heard the sound of the flute.

"It's a damn evil beast!"

The elder of the Demon Sect was anxious. He bit his finger and wanted to squeeze out the blood that dripped into the holy grail of white bones in his arms. A drop of blood fell into the bottom of the cup, and a large ball of white mist immediately rose. However, a few drops made his eyes turn black.

He had just fought with the Dharma King of the Cult, and his injury caused him to lose too much blood. At this time, only a few drops of hard work at the fingertips, but there was a tendency to be unsupported.

"Holy Spirit Mist?"

Li Xiaobai called out the name he heard from the disciples of the Tian Cult.

The old man from the Demon Sect's lips were bloodless and he murmured to himself tremblingly: "Yes! The Holy Grail of the White Bone of My Holy Sect is activated by blood and can release the Holy Spirit Mist that kills all living beings. Damn it! I'll give you more blood!"

However, the body instinctively refused to overflow more blood.

"Haha! Surrender! This Dharma King can leave you a complete corpse!"

The Dharma King of the Tian Cult seemed to have been able to endure the old man of the Demon Sect and Li Xiaobai, and kept sneering, and stepped back step by step with the disciples of the Tian Cult around him, allowing the strange beasts to surround Li Xiaobai and the old man of the Demon Sect to be lost.

At this time, the Holy Spirit Mist produced in the Holy Grail of the White Bone was not enough to completely protect the two of them. It would be a matter of time before the beast was buried.

Li Xiaobai looked at the strange beasts swarming under the moonlight and starlight, then looked at the old man from the Demon Sect who was desperately dripping blood into the miserable white round cup, and suddenly raised the Yuanyang sword and gently stroked the fingertips.

Ten fingers connect to the heart, the blood on the fingertips is the essence and blood in the heart, and bright red blood beads immediately overflow from the index finger of the left hand.

"Old man, I borrow a few drops of blood from you!"

"Wait, it's useless!"

The old man from the Demon Sect was about to remind this disciple of Jingshuang Sect that ordinary blood was not enough to activate the Holy Grail of White Bone. If he had not borrowed the blood of the Saint Maiden as a guide, he would temporarily keep it in his body and then use a secret method to trigger it, otherwise he would not have been able to use this powerful magic weapon made of the skull of the first ancestor of the Holy Sect.

Even so, the Holy Spirit Misty he could ignite was only one or two. If he wanted to fully release the power of this Holy Grail of Bone, it must be purely the essence and blood of the Saint Maiden.

Li Xiaobai shook his fingers gently, and two or three drops of fingertips fell into the bottom of the cup with precise effort.

Just the next moment, the old man from the Demon Sect was so stunned that he could not speak at all.

The mouth of the Holy Grail of the White Bone was constantly gushing out the Holy Spirit mist, just like endless, and dozens of feet spread across the board in a blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!