She saw Tang Xiaochuan, who seemed to have been fished out of the blood pool, appear behind her and was about to catch up with her.

"He... why did he catch up with him so quickly? Run quickly." The Ghost Mother's Holy Hand was so scared that he was completely shattered and immediately ran towards Baicao Valley.

Nine kilometers...

Eight kilometers...

Seven kilometers...

The Ghost Mother's Holy Hand finally coughed up blood. In order to arrive at Baicao Valley as soon as possible, he did not hesitate to use the essence and blood source in his body.

Three kilometers...

Two kilometers...

One kilometer...

With only the last hundred meters left, the Ghost Mother's Holy Hand can rush into Baicao Valley.

"Haha, Tang Xiaochuan, you can't kill me, you can't kill me." The last 100 meters of Ghost Mother's Holy Hand laughed wildly, and only one hundred meters left left to Baicao Valley, and she was safe.

She even saw her father and other people from Baicao Valley come out of it.

"Is that true?" Tang Xiaochuan's cold voice sounded in the ears of the Ghost Mother's Holy Hand.

The body of the Ghost Mother's Holy Hand trembled, and she felt a pair of hands grabbing her shoulders. The hands were extremely cold and filled with anger.

She didn't know when Tang Xiaochuan came behind her. Just now, there was at least six or seven hundred meters away from Tang Xiaochuan.

Click!

Tang Xiaochuan crushed the shoulders of the Ghost Mother's Holy Hand with both hands.

ah!

The Ghost Mother's Holy Hand made a shrill scream, and her two shoulders were pinched into pieces by Tang Xiaochuan, which was extremely painful, as if thousands of arrows were pierced into the heart.

"I said, I want you to die. I am born underground and no one can save you." Tang Xiaochuan said coldly and ruthlessly.

"Father... save me!" The Ghost Mother's Holy Hand screamed.

The Gugu of Baicao Valley Zhang Bowen heard her daughter screaming and saw a man covered in blood crushing her daughter's shoulders, as if fire was about to spit out of her eyes.

"The people from there dare to hurt my daughter. Don't you want to live?" Zhang Bowen's strength was terrifying. He had already arrived in front of Tang Xiaochuan while speaking, and he reached out and wanted to snatch his daughter from Tang Xiaochuan's hands.

"If you dare to move forward a little further, I promise she will be lost." Tang Xiaochuan said coldly.

"Okay." Zhang Bowen stopped his movements.

He didn't know how strong this man was, and with his Dharma Realm, he couldn't tell the strength of this man. There were two possibilities.

One possibility is that the person in front of him is almost the same, and another possibility is that this person is even stronger than her.

"Who are you? I let my daughter go and say something. If my daughter offended you somewhere, I, Baicaogu, are willing to apologize and compensate." Zhang Bowen decided to stabilize the person in front of me first.

"There is nothing to say, your daughter deserves to die." Tang Xiaochuan said coldly.

"Father save me." The Ghost Mother's Holy Hand screamed, broke free from Tang Xiaochuan and ran towards Zhang Bowen.

Swish!

The Ghost Mother Saint Hand had just run two steps, and a blood sword pierced her heart from her back.

She thought she would never be killed by Tang Xiaochuan, but the ending was completely different from what she thought. The Ghost Mother Saint Hand turned his head and stared at Tang Xiaochuan: "I...wait...under...you..."

Then the ghost mother's hand bleeded in the seven orifices, and her vitality was cut off.

Tang Xiaochuan drew back the blood sword, and the body of the Ghost Mother's Holy Hand turned into powder, and his soul was scattered.

"Daughter!" Zhang Wenbo watched her daughter scattered in front of him, her eyes were red, and she looked at Tang Xiaochuan tightly: "You killed my daughter, don't want to leave here alive today."
Chapter completed!