Two Realms: Don’t call me evil!

Ghost Ridge Palace!

The forest was dark at night, with only the faint moonlight penetrating through the dense branches and leaves, illuminating some places.

The breeze blows, the leaves rustle, and the sound of footsteps appears.

A demon cultivator, whose chest was stained with blood and was already seriously injured, was stumbling to escape.

"No, I don't want to die here."

Yin Wenwen covered his chest, where there was a blood hole that was transparent from front to back, and the squirming heart inside could be vaguely seen.

If she hadn't been at the seventh level of Yunling Realm, and had not swallowed a middle-grade elixir to hold her breath, it would have been impossible for her to reach here with such an injury.

Suddenly, Yin Wenwen saw a faint light of fire ahead, like a bonfire burning.

"There is someone, a comrade or an enemy."

Yin Wenwen was still hesitating when he suddenly heard movement behind him.

"There was blood on the ground and she ran west."

"Chase, don't let her escape."

"She is an inner disciple, and her head is worth two thousand low-grade spiritual stones."

The shouts were getting closer and closer, and Yin Wenwen knew that they were a team from the Zixia Sect, led by a strong man at the ninth level of Yunling Realm.

The team led by Yin Wenwen ran into each other and returned miserably after a fight. She was the only one in the team who managed to escape.

"Fight."

Yin Wenwen gritted his teeth and ran towards the fire regardless.

Whoops!

After walking hundreds of steps, Yin Wenwen panted heavily and finally appeared within the illuminated range of the bonfire.

After seeing the three figures wearing Ghost Ridge Palace robes in front of the bonfire, she finally let go of her tense heart and held on for her last breath: "Run away, run away quickly, there are righteous disciples chasing you."

Before she finished speaking, she fell to the ground.

"Don't be nervous, let us handle it."

A soft female voice came, and immediately after, a pill was stuffed into Yin Wenwen's mouth, and the injury on his chest immediately improved a lot.

"Haha, I didn't expect there would be an unexpected harvest at night. Could it be that today is my lucky day?"

"Hey, hurry up and deal with the enemy. Don't steal my roast chicken."

Yin Wenwen heard the voices of a man and a woman again.

After she swallowed the elixir, her injuries improved a little. She reluctantly opened her eyes and looked at the three of them with the help of the light from the bonfire.

A woman with an ugly centipede-shaped scar on her face, a cute and beautiful girl, and...

When he saw the figure eating chicken drumsticks in front of the bonfire, Yin Wenwen's pupils expanded sharply and he screamed: "You, you, you, you are a corpse-hand massacre."

It was a figure wearing the robe of an inner disciple, with straight facial features and bright eyes. Under the light of the bonfire, he looked like two dancing and burning sparks.

Yin Wenwen, who was originally in a daze, couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this man. He recognized the man as the famous corpse-hand killer Su Jie.

Because in this week, since Su Jie entered the battlefield, he used the rescue smoke ambush and attacked and killed waves of teams from various sects.

Now, when the teams of the righteous sects see the smoke rising from their own people's rescue, what they think of is not rescue, but fleeing far away at the first possible moment. This is Su Jie's famous reputation for killing.

In Guiling Palace, with the current tense battle situation, Su Jie's achievements will naturally be used by Guiling Palace to publicize and boost morale. That's why Yin Wenwen was so excited when he saw Su Jie.

"Don't call me this nickname, it's too unpleasant."

Su Jie chewed the chicken bones into pieces and swallowed them, then slowly stood up from the ground.

Whoosh whoosh!

Almost at the same time, four disciples of the Zixia Sect came after them.

"Haha, let me see where you are going to run away. Oh, there are other demon cultivators here. Buy one and get three free. It suits me just right."

The ninth-level disciple of the Yunling Realm in the Zixia Sect laughed, but when he saw Su Jie's face clearly, the originally smug smile suddenly froze on his face and became uglier than crying.

"Human massacre with corpse hands—Su Jie."

The four disciples of the Zixia Sect broke into a cold sweat. They had heard of Su Jie's famous name and had even seen his portrait.

Seeing Su Jie here, the four of them instantly felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and then turned around and ran away without thinking.

"They told me not to call me this nickname. It's too inconsistent with my image."

Su Jie sighed and snapped his fingers: "However, it seems that for your hard work in delivering the goods, I will give you a happy reward."

As soon as he finished speaking, pale corpse hands swarmed in on the branches of the forest, on the dead leaves on the ground, and on the vines in the cracks of the rocks. They crawled quickly on the ground with their fingers and rushed towards these disciples of the Zixia Sect.

ah!

A disciple was grabbed by several corpse hands, his neck was twisted into a knot, and his body was then torn into pieces.

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

More pale corpse hands were running on the ground. Looking around, the surrounding forest seemed to be constructed by corpse hands, blocking all escape routes and making all Zixia sect disciples despair.

"Fight him."

Someone collapsed and launched a desperate charge towards Su Jie.

Unfortunately, before he even took two steps, the big head on his neck fell to the ground with a plop.

The white-bone Tiansha Sword flashed in the darkness, and hundreds of flying swords formed a dazzling galaxy of flying swords. The sword energy was like wind, chilling, and whipped up a swirling wind.

As the flying sword passed by the Milky Way, the sword energy swept across all directions. Rocks, trees, flowers, plants, birds and beasts all trembled and collapsed in front of the power of the sword energy.

Su Jie stood quietly on the spot, his eyes calm and deep, admiring the miserable howls and broken limbs in the darkness.

In less than three minutes, when the swords were put into the gourd, Su Jie turned around and walked back to the campfire.

Behind him, pale corpse hands climbed up Su Jie's trouser legs and disappeared into his sleeves.

Gulp!

Yin Wenwen swallowed her saliva and finally understood why Su Jie was called the corpse-handed butcher.

This terrifying and weird posture and the scene of slaughtering the enemy were really impressive.

Su Jie returned to the campfire, opened one of the storage bags, and found a rescue smoke bamboo tube.

"It should be useless. Now those righteous disciples dare not approach the rescue smoke column."

Ning Xinyue reminded while eating chicken legs.

"It doesn't matter. Maybe there are still people who haven't received the message and have taken the bait."

Su Jie unscrewed the rescue smoke bamboo tube, and the orange-yellow smoke column shone in the night.

Because the smoke contains a special mineral powder, it is like a flare in the dark, very dazzling, and can be seen even from a long distance.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Su, for saving my life."

Yin Wenwen struggled to stand up at this time, and bowed to Su Jie solemnly.

"It's just a little effort."

Su Jie waved his hand and continued to enjoy his food.

Yin Wenwen breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly saw Su Jie's hand paused for a moment.

"Hey, someone really came! These guys haven't learned enough lessons!"

Su Jie looked at the dark forest, and at the three o'clock direction, his consciousness felt that two humans were approaching quickly.