Chen Xiu asked strangely: "How do you know that this person is a disciple of the Blood Evil Sect?"

"stupid!"

Feng Xinglie pointed to the jade pendant on the waist of the corpse and said, "You didn't notice that brother Chen Hailong also had a jade pendant like this on his waist.

This should be the identity proof of the disciples of the Blood Evil Sect. If you don’t understand such a simple truth, how can you stay in the world!"

Chen Xiu curled his lips and muttered, "I don't plan to hang out in the world."

He leaned down and pulled the jade pendant over. On one side, he saw a skull portrait carved, and on the other side, he wrote a big word "outer" and thought to himself: "This should be an outer disciple of the Blood Evil Sect."

"This man is still powerful after his death. He probably has practiced magic."

Feng Xinglie analyzed: "The Blood Evil Sect is really lawless. Magic is a taboo in the cultivation world. They actually practiced with outer disciples, so they are not afraid of being exposed and being surrounded by the entire cultivation world!"

"The Blood Evil Sect is going to commit suicide, so we can control so much."

Chen Xiu said strangely: "I'm curious. This man's blood is so strong that he is invulnerable to swords and guns after death. Who killed him!"

"He was poisoned to death."

"How do you see that he was poisoned to death?"

"Look at his expression."

"expression?"

Chen Xiu looked at the man's face curiously, but saw that the corners of his mouth were raised and he seemed very peaceful when he died.

He has never seen dead people. When he died, he was not frightened and extremely painful, and he was even more puzzled. He only heard Feng Xinglie say: "The poison he was called 'Smile Face Broken Sect', colorless and tasteless. The poisoned person smiled, but he didn't know that the intestines in his stomach had been corroded, and the smile on his dead face remained unchanged."

Chen Xiu took a breath of air: "Such a vicious poison is really terrible!"

Feng Xinglie also nodded and said, "When we were expeditioning to the prehistoric continent, there was an elder from the Holy Heaven Sect in the team. He was good at refining this poison. I don't know how many demon masters he killed.

However, the elder of the Holy Heaven Sect also felt that using this poison would be too contrary to heaven and earth, and vowed that he would not use it easily except for using it against the demon clan.

I didn’t expect that this poison would be passed down after tens of thousands.”

"You mean that only the people from Shengtianmen have this kind of poison?"

“Of course.

I have fought with that elder for thousands of years, and he has never revealed the secret recipe of this poison to me in such a relationship."

"Very good!"

Chen Xiu clapped his hands excitedly and said with a smile: "This poison must be released by Wu Yiru.

It seems that they are at least safe now.”

Feng Xinglie asked strangely: "How did you infer that the 'Xiaomian Broken Sect' was what Wu Yiru put on?"

"This guy Wu Yiru stole the Qingmu County Prince's Mansion before, and even the Divine Wood King Ding of the Blood Evil Sect. This 'Smile Broken Sect' was probably stolen from the Holy Heaven Sect."

Chen Xiu reached out to touch the back of the body and said, "There is still body temperature. This person has definitely not been dead for more than two hours.

Now we must have not gone far, so we are looking around!”

Chen Xiu looked around, but could not see Wu Yiru's traces. He was disappointed and had to find a direction casually and walk into the mountains a few times.

I climbed over several hills and passed through a pine forest, but saw a grave temple next to the mountain, and there was a thatched hut.

"How can there be houses here in the wilderness?"

"Is it the Qingfeng Village mountain patrol disciples built a place to rest?"

Chen Xiu used the turtle breathing technique to restrain the breath on his body, approached carefully, and pushed open the two small windows. The room was pitch black. With the moonlight revealed outside the window, he saw a person lying in the corner, with his back facing out the window motionless.

Chen Xiu listened quietly, but could not hear the other person's breathing or heartbeat.

"Are you dead?"

Out of caution, Chen Xiu picked up a stone on the ground, flicked his finger, and with a "pop", the stone hit the man and shattered it, but the man didn't move.

"It seems that he is really dead. How could he not resist the sound of a living person being hit by me like this?"

"This man is still so hard after he dies. I'm afraid he is a disciple of the Blood Evil Sect!"

Chen Xiu held the flying sword in his right hand and held the head of the soul-devouring spear in his left hand. He approached carefully step by step, gently turned the man over, and was frightened. He saw two steel needles inserted in the eyes of the man, and a large part of the needle was exposed, and blood flowed out of his eyeballs and touched his cheeks. It must be extremely painful for ordinary people to be destroyed. The corners of his mouth were raised, but there was a smile on his face, which looked really creepy.

"He was also hit by a smile and heartbroken!"

Chen Xiu reached out to pull out the steel needle in his eyes, and Feng Xinglie shouted: "Be careful it's poisonous!"

Chen Xiu quickly retracted his hand, found two branches, cut them into chopsticks, and grabbed the steel needle from his eyes.

"Black Blood Divine Needle!"

Before, there was such a steel needle on He Tianshu and his team. Chen Xiu recognized this steel needle as a formal hidden weapon of Wu Yiyiru.

"It seems that Wu Yiru has a broken smile on her body!"

"This guy is really rampant. He originally thought he just stole the Prince's Mansion, but he didn't expect that he would dare to steal the unique poison from the Shengtian Gate!"

"But he is also cunning enough. He even killed the two of the Shengtianmen who escaped all the way."

"It seems that I have to be careful when I meet him, and never stop talking to him!"

Chen Xiu searched the corpse again, and found a jade pendant on his waist, which was the same as the one in the corpse before, and it was certainly a disciple of the Blood Evil Sect.

Chen Xiu was worried that there would be poison on the corpse, so he tore a corner of his clothes and wrapped it around his hands, and stuck it into the liver of the corpse. He could also feel the body temperature of the corpse through the cloth.

"This person has definitely died for no more than an hour. It seems that Wu Yiru and the others are nearby. I must find them quickly."

"I hope Lin Batou is safe and sound."

Chen Xiu was about to push open the wooden door and go out to find someone, but suddenly a figure flashed out of the window and shouted loudly: "Tethief, why don't I find you!"

The man flew over and had a palm on his face. Before a substantial handprint was reached, he had already taken it.

"A master of the innate realm!"

Chen Xiu was shocked, raised his hand to block it, and returned a sword.

In an instant, the two of them fought between the wooden houses and turned over the table and stools. In an instant, they broke up more than thirty moves.

The other party became more and more frightened as he fought, thinking to himself: "I am a master of the innate realm and can't even take one and a half steps in the innate realm. It's embarrassing to pass it out!"
Chapter completed!