Hellish slaughter

Halfway up the Black Mountain, there was a strategic location.

The throat leading to the interior was not only blocked by rows of wooden stakes, but there were also sentry towers erected at every distance, giving the place a military feel.

Jun Changxiao walked through the narrow passage, not in the mood to observe. He thought to himself, "I killed someone."

Yes.

He killed people, two of them.

Transmigrating to the Falling Star Continent and becoming a martial cultivator, he had to experience this kind of thing sooner or later.

"Strange."

Jun Changxiao was puzzled. "When I cut off Elder Wei's arm at the Grievance Platform, I almost vomited blood. Why didn't I have any reaction when I killed someone for the first time?"

He killed two bandits with one sword strike each, and his state of mind was calm from beginning to end.

The System explained, "Because the host has adapted to his new identity and has enough understanding of the Falling Star Continent's law of the jungle, he can handle things calmly."

"Oh."

Jun Changxiao understood.

Throwing away distracting thoughts, he began to size up the surrounding environment. "This place is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the only entrance is blocked by layers of layers. It will be very difficult to attack."

Of course.

The government and the various sects suffered a lot in this place.

"Let's go!"

A bandit in front of him urged coldly. Behind him, dozens of bandits holding swords and spears followed, all glaring angrily at Jun Changxiao.

Two of their companions were killed, and they wanted to rush forward and chop this guy into meat paste, but the Great Master ordered them to bring him into the stronghold, so they could only suppress this thought.

"Third Brother, what is the Great Master thinking? Why didn't he let the brothers do it, but let him into the mountain?"

"This guy is the Iron Bone Sect's Sect Master. The Great Master must have taken into account his identity in the Jianghu, so he didn't let us do it."

"Bah, this kind of trash, how can he be the Sect Master?"

"I have been wandering in the Azure Sun County for so long, but I have never seen a Sect Master who is not even fully grown yet."

The bandits talked and talked about Jun Changxiao's identity as the Sect Master. They all agreed that this guy was too inexperienced, and had no reason to be the Sect Master.

"Sigh."

The Great Master Jun sighed.

At that moment, he wished he could put the words "I am the Sect Leader" on his forehead to prove that he was indeed the boss of Iron Bone!

"Brothers, do you think this guy is an imposter?"

"If he dares to impersonate him and is exposed by the First Master, he will definitely suffer a fate worse than death."

"Hehe, I hope it's an imposter. That way, I can once again admire the First Master's methods of torturing people!"

Under the escort of dozens of mountain bandits, Jun Changxiao passed through layers of guards and stopped in front of a door made of wood. There were three words carved on it: Black Wind Stronghold.

Tsk tsk.

The bandits had already established a stronghold in the mountains.

"Open the door!"

"Creak!"

The two wide wooden doors were slowly pushed open, and the bandit leader said indifferently, "Kid, come in with me."

Jun Changxiao stepped into the stronghold.

…

The interior of the Black Wind Stockade was larger than the Iron Bone Stockade, and there were many simple wooden houses on both sides.

"Pa!"

"Pa!"

As soon as Jun Changxiao walked in, he heard the sound of whips.

In the open space in the distance, there were five wooden stakes, tied to five disheveled people. Their hair was disheveled, and they were covered in blood. There were eye-catching whip marks under their torn clothes.

A muscular bandit with a bare upper body was lashing one of the people with a whip. There was only the sound of whips, and no screams.

Jun Changxiao frowned slightly.

He knew that the person being whipped did not scream because he was already on the verge of death.

"Save … save me …" Suddenly, he heard a weak groan.

Jun Changxiao lowered his head. A man was slowly wriggling on the ground. His legs had been cut off, dragging two long trails of blood. His face was abnormally ferocious, and he was extremely weak. His eyes were filled with fear, despair, and pain, as if he knew he was going to die, but he still hoped to live.

"Puchi!"

The broadsword fell, and the head rolled.

The bandit raised his broadsword and kicked the head into a brazier full of charcoal residue. He cursed, "Running around without legs."

"Brother Niu, that guy will die sooner or later. Why not let him die a painful death?"

"In my opinion, Brother Niu is just soft-hearted. You want him to leave quickly."

The bandits next to him joked.

"Soft-Hearted my ass!"

The bandit called Brother Niu cursed, "He dirtied the ground. I have to clean it up."

"Makes sense, makes sense."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Jun Changxiao frowned even harder. He did not catch the slightest pity in the eyes of these bandits. There was only cold-blooded cruelty.

"Eh?"

Brother Niu put away his broadsword and looked over.

The other bandits also jumped down from the platform and stared at Jun Changxiao with a mocking look.

"Crack!" A bandit raised his hand and made a throat-slitting gesture. He made a strange sound, and then he laughed eerily.

The other bandits scattered in the stockade saw a stranger come in, and they all looked at him coldly.

For a moment.

Hundreds of bandits in the stockade stared at Jun Changxiao.

"Pah, pah, pah!"

The bandit with the whip lashed a few more times. He grabbed the hair of the person tied to the wooden stake and cursed, "Damn, he died again. He is so weak."

Jun Changxiao did not say a word and walked straight.

After walking for a few dozen steps, they saw many people either hanging or hanging. All of them had their heads lowered, and it seemed that they were no longer breathing.

"Damn it."

In the shabby house on the right, a bandit walked out and cursed angrily, "I was careless and that woman bit her tongue to commit suicide."

"Hehe, I'll go take a look."

"Damn, Xiao Ba, how anxious are you? You even dare to do a dead person."

A bandit joked.

He called Xiao Ba into the house and said, "I've been holding it in for half a year. Even if it is a sow, I dare to do it!"

"Hahaha."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Jun Changxiao walked past them and his eyes gradually became cold.

This was not a stockade or a den of bandits. It was a slaughterhouse like hell. The bandits here were no longer human, but a group of cruel and bloodthirsty beasts.

Jun Changxiao did not want to be a good person.

However, along the way, he saw corpses that had been tortured and whipped to death. When he saw the piles of corpses piled up together, he became furious.

Seeing the stockade like a slaughterhouse only made Jun Changxiao angry.

Then, when he saw the heads kicked into the brazier and saw the despair, fear, and helplessness in the eyes before death, the only thought in his mind was to kill them all!