The myth of crossing the heavens

Chapter 248 Surrender
"It's just a little girl under the lord's seat. You don't need to be distracted by me."

Xiao Baijiao smiled and said: "Fellow Daoist, you should explain a few more words to my suzerain, lest my suzerain will be angry to the end, and there will be nothing left for the noble family."

Poison God's expression froze.

Xiaobai's words seem polite, but the meaning in the words is clearly that he has sufficient confidence in his own strength.

She called Poison God a Taoist friend, and naturally put herself on the same level as Poison God.

Poison God was thinking about it, but his eyes were already looking around.

The sword light of 'Wuxin Taoist' surged forward like a tide.

His swordsmanship is completely different from ordinary swordsmanship.

Without technology, it is purely crushed by powerful force.

Under the urging of the huge true essence, the supernatural power of devouring blood and soul is brought into full play.

The various poisons and supernatural powers of the magic weapons of the Wandu sect could not be exerted at all, and they were completely suppressed by Jianguang.

Everyone's body was shrouded in blood, and blood spurted from their pores.

After a while, more than a dozen people had turned into shriveled corpses.

The rest of the people also turned pale, and would always follow in the same footsteps.

Among them are the top combat strength Duanmu Patriarch of Wandumen and others.

They couldn't even escape. Once the resistance was loosened, the sword light would attack from every opening.

The Poison God sighed secretly, and wiped the dagger with his palm, spilling a large amount of blood.

The Ten Thousand Poison Returning Bag was soaked in blood, and Wu Guang immediately flourished.

The black sword light was pushed up by Wu Guang, and it temporarily stopped the fall.

"Worthy of being the No. 1 Demon Cult that is famous all over the world, fellow Poison God and Daoist's ability is really amazing."

Feeling the tenacious resistance, Yi Qingchen was not surprised but delighted.

Ever since he beat the Blackwater Xuan Snake helplessly with the Zhanyuan Sword and the "Fantasy Realm", he knew that he could be regarded as the strongest human being.

Although Poison God is strong, he will never be his opponent.

He even disliked Wan Dumen's strength for being too weak just now.

"I fuck you, uncle!"

Duanmu Laoyao and others pulled out their hands, turned around and sacrificed the magic weapon to hit Yi Qingchen.

All kinds of brilliance flowed across the sky like a long rainbow, black, white, red, and purple came at the same time, dyeing half of the sky as if it was distorted.

Yi Qingchen stretched out his hand to grab it, and the Zhanyuan sword was withdrawn like a tide, followed by a sword strike.

The black and red rays of light, like the flood water from the floodgates, filled half of the sky in an instant.

The colors of those dye shops were directly swallowed by the black and red two-color light, only the sound of chi chi chi chi and the continuous screams were heard.

The God of Poison knew that he was not good, so he didn't dare to be negligent, and hastily sacrificed the Wandu Guizong Bag and released the poison mask to Yi Qingchen.

Yi Qingchen didn't even look at it, and let the poisonous light spread, only urging the sword light to kill the enemy.

The vegetation, trees and rocks on the cliff were attacked by the poisonous light, making a hissing sound, and the eroded ones continued to smoke and turn to ashes.

It's just that when the black light invaded Yi Qingchen's body, it disappeared without a trace.

No matter how the God of Poison urges the power of the Ten Thousand Poison Returning Bag, he still cannot attack within ten feet of Yi Qingchen.

"How do you fight this?"

Poison God's heart was icy cold, and when he looked back, a large number of masters in the sect had fallen.

Yi Qingchen didn't have many chances to use the Zhanyuan Sword to fight against the enemy, and his swordsmanship was not very good at the beginning.

After a few times of luck, he integrated the swordsmanship and sword intent into the flying sword, and the skill of controlling the sword improved rapidly.

Coming suddenly, leaving carelessly, doing everything possible to change quickly.

"What exactly do you want?"

The poison god's voice finally lost its old indifference, and he said angrily, "What conditions can we talk about?"

"talk?"

Yi Qingchen said coldly: "Did you talk to me when you sent someone to kill my disciple of Minghua Sect? I have nothing to talk to you about."

The sword light came overwhelmingly, completely submerging the Poison God in the sword light.

The strange power shakes his blood and soul, triggering the blood essence and soul to shake.

Rao has been cultivating the God of Poison for many years, but he still cannot be completely immune to the power of blood devouring and soul-destroying.

What's more, it is also mixed with an extremely sharp sword light.

The God of Poison took a deep breath, urged the Wandu Guizong Bag with all his strength to resist the Zhanyuan Sword, and tried his best to support it.

Yi Qingchen should use him to practice swords, and constantly strengthen the skill of controlling swords.

The God of Poison finally couldn't stand it any longer, and begged for mercy: "Suzerain Wuxin, you can negotiate any conditions you want, you can't kill all the members of my Wandu sect, can you?"

Yi Qingchen didn't answer, the sword light became more and more intense, sweeping across the corners of the mountain.

"Everyone belongs to the lineage of the Holy Cult, worshiping the Holy Mother and King Ming together, no matter what happens, there is a bond of affection."

The God of Poison continued to persuade: "Even if you don't think about love, the power of the noble sect will not increase in the slightest after the Wandu sect is destroyed. Instead, it will arouse the unanimous fear of the Changshengtang, the Hehuan sect, and the ghost king sect, which in turn will attract the attention of the three sects." Joint suppression, how can it compare to the benefits of increasing the power of the noble sect after the surrender of the ten thousand poisonous sects."

The sword light is slightly weaker.

The God of Poison's mood lifted, and he said frantically, "This old man is one of the leaders of the Holy Cult anyway, and he has some prestige in the Holy Cult. As long as the news of my surrender to you spreads, the other three sects will naturally lose their will to resist. Unintentional suzerain unified the holy religion is a matter of course."

"You're right."

Yi Qingchen said: "However, my disciple of Minghua Sect was killed by someone you sent, if I let you go easily, how will I explain to the sect?"

"Chop off your arm as a punishment."

With the sound, the sword light shrank suddenly, and the sword light of ten or twenty feet became four feet.

The four-foot sword light directly cut through the blockade of the Ten Thousand Poison Returning Sacred Bag, and cut off an arm of the Poison God.

Poison God's face was pale, half of it was pain, and the other half was frightened.

This is so scary!
After fighting for a long time, he was the only one who was seriously fighting.

The other party is simply fooling.

Yi Qingchen withdrew the Zhanyuan Sword, and said flatly: "Poison God, now you can express your sincerity in surrender."

The poison god's old face instantly turned purple, and he knelt down with his head down.

Let the blood drip from the broken shoulder.

"The villain led all the members of the Wandu sect to surrender to the Wuxin suzerain, and let the Wuxin suzerain do what they want."

He secretly sent a sound transmission to the remaining disciples, telling them to come out to pay respects to Yi Qingchen.

Not long after, the remaining 200 disciples of Wan Du Sect knelt down in front of Yi Qingchen.

There are many disciples of the Wan Du sect, although Yi Qingchen killed half of them, there are still not a few remaining.

It's just that most of the rest are low-level disciples, and their strength is generally low.

This is naturally the result of Yi Qingchen deliberately.

What he needs is a large number of people, not a small number of experts. The more people there are, the easier it is to find the spirit stone mine and pick more elixir.

As for fighting, why does Yi Qingchen need disciples to fight?
Yi Qingchen said: "The God of Poison has come to his senses, I will give you another chance to hand over the hidden treasure of the Wandu Sect, and lead the disciples to join the Minghua Sect. From now on, you will be the elder enshrined by the Minghua Sect."

Poison God's heart was bleeding, and he lowered his head respectfully on the surface.

"Follow the decree of the suzerain."

The Wan Poison Sect is below the Poison King, so the disciples answered in unison.

Yi Qingchen smiled slightly, Xin Dao Wan Du Sect has surrendered, and the next one is Changshengtang.

(End of this chapter)