The myth of crossing the heavens

Run away!

Whoever chooses to do it after seeing Taoist Wuxin's ability is a fool.

Yuyangzi's ability is not weak.

Although Ghost King and Mrs. Sanmiao thought they were not weaker than him, they didn't think they were much stronger than him.

Everyone is the leader of the same faction, and everyone is similar.

Taoist Wuxin didn't even move, he just used his flying sword to kill Yuyangzi and his capable generals.

Calculating based on strength, even setting up the 'King Ming Conquering Demon Formation' will not help.

run.

The ebb and flow.

Shengjiao has experienced countless setbacks and ups and downs since the establishment of the religion. Just fighting Qingyunmen, they lost countless times.

But no matter how bad the situation is, the holy religion can always keep the fire alive.

Chasing its root cause is because of running fast.

Whenever something happens, Shengjiao can always run away a group of people immediately.

Now is the time to carry forward the glorious tradition of the Holy Church.

The ghost king led his confidantes to flee silently, and escaped three or four miles away in a blink of an eye.

He still couldn't rest assured, and urged his subordinates to speed up.

call out!
A ray of sword light fell from the sky and nailed directly in front of the ghost king.

"stop!"

The ghost king stopped in a hurry, the mana in his body was running at a high speed to offset the momentum of inertia, and stopped in front of Jianguang dangerously.

The fierce sword's edge pierces the body, making the skin feel cold.

His confidants didn't have such a fast reaction speed as him, and the two people in front couldn't stop and bumped into Jian Guang directly.

The ghost king subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

The blood splashed and disappeared in the sword light in an instant.

For a moment, the ghost king's heart became cold.

Taoist Wuxin is coming!
He raised his eyes and looked forward, but there was no expected figure.

Only the sword light with two colors of black and red is dazzling, exuding a nightmarish look.

The ghost king is knowledgeable and knowledgeable.

Only from the effect and power of the sword light, he thought of the blood-devouring orb and the soul-absorbing rod, two treasures of the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon series, but he couldn't figure out how two magic weapons of different shapes turned into a flying sword.

He took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Wuxin, since you have come over with the flying sword, why don't you show up and see?"

"Because we have some friendship after all, it's not easy to kill people when we meet."

Yi Qingchen's voice sounded in mid-air: "Fellow Daoist Ghost King, you don't leave room for things, it's very bad, it leaves me with no choice."

Ghost King's heart beat fast.

He heard murderous intent from Yi Qingchen's words.

Not difficult to understand.

The two had a transaction once, which was equivalent to a little bit of love.

The ghost king's secret hands against Ming Huazong are indeed more offensive than Changshengtang and Wandumen.

"It seems that Brother Wuxin forgot to kill many disciples of my Ghost King Sect."

The ghost king said in a deep voice: "Brother Wuxin beat my Suzaku holy envoy to death, and killed many of my disciples. At that time, I didn't settle accounts with brother Dao."

"Now it's just killing a few ordinary disciples of Brother Dao, is it worth Brother Dao's killing?"

"worth!"

The sword light spurred it on, and under the light, everyone's blood was churning, and their souls were about to move.

A person with a high level of cultivation, such as a ghost king, can also lock his own blood and calm down the drowsy thoughts in his head.

And those with weaker cultivation bases are already bleeding uncontrollably, and some even have their souls floating away from their bodies, and their faces are full of bewilderment.

"town!"

The ghost king made a tactic with both hands, and violently waved out a cloud of black air.

The black air and the sword light offset, temporarily blocking the power of the flying sword.

All the masters of the Ghost King Sect woke up one after another, and couldn't help being horrified.

"Don't run away!"

The Ghost King sneered, and his face changed wildly just after he finished speaking.

The power from the sword light rose to an unimaginable height, breaking through his defensive spells in an instant.

In the next instant, the sword light will overwhelm all the disciples of Ghost King Sect.

"I ask you to surrender!"

The ghost king pondered for a moment, thinking about dignity, strength, survival, hegemony, etc., and then suddenly knelt down.

For the sake of hegemony, he can endure any humiliation.

In any case, he wanted to lead Ghost King Zong through the current predicament.

Yi Qingchen sighed, and said to Dushen and Yuyangzi: "Fellow Daoist Ghost King is much more flexible than the two fellow daoists. If you had his vision, you wouldn't die so many disciples."

The God of Poison smiled awkwardly: "This old man has already lived for hundreds of years, and he has no ambitions. Naturally, he can't compare to a great talent like the Sect Master of the Ghost King."

An old fox is an old fox, never forgetting to dig holes for others.

Yuyangzi didn't say a word, and followed behind Yi Qingchen obediently.

Behind them are the remaining hundreds of disciples of Changshengtang.

Changshengtang is more fortunate, there are few disciples outcropping, only some of the top masters were killed, and none of the ordinary disciples died.

The Poison God saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart, and felt very uncomfortable.

Wan Du Sect has lost half of its disciples, and it will be a huge disadvantage in terms of the number of people who will live with Changshengtang in Ming Huazong.

What's more, the Ghost King Sect and the Hehuan faction didn't die at all.

It's just that the God of Poison has a special status, so it's not suitable for a newcomer to talk too much.

Too much to say.

In case Wuxin Daoist gets angry, it's not a joke.

He inadvertently met Yuyangzi's eyes, revealing an inexplicable meaning.

Yuyangzi understood.

He suppressed the anger in his heart and returned a look to the God of Poison.

Soon.

The ghost king led four disciples to come to Yi Qingchen, and respectfully presented the great seal representing the authority of the suzerain.

Originally there were ten disciples, but Yi Qingchen killed six as punishment, and left four as the price for his surrender.

Although the ghost king was angry, he had nothing to say.

On the other hand, Mrs. San Miao came alone.

There was no charm in her expression anymore, only one point of anger, and the remaining nine points were full of panic.

No way, her reaction was not as fast as that of the ghost king.

Maybe it's because she thinks she's pretty and knows how to seduce men.

At the beginning, she actually adopted the stupid method of recommending a pillow mat, and she didn't think about how hundreds of years old she was.

After Yi Qingchen started killing people, she still didn't change her role quickly, so that only she was the only one from the Hehuan Sect who came here this time.

If Yi Qingchen didn't need a leader to lead the Acacia faction to surrender, he would have killed him long ago.

The easiest way to subdue a sect is to let its head lead the entire sect to surrender.

If the head is killed, there will always be some loyalists who want revenge among the remaining people, and there are probably not a few of them.

This disagrees with Yi Qingchen.

"I am the most reasonable person to do things, let's put the ugly words first."

Yi Qingchen put on a fair look: "I want to do something to you."

Poison God and the other four did not change their expressions, as they had expected.

"This is just a means of check and balance. As long as you obey orders in the future, it won't kill you."

Yi Qingchen gave the four of them an upgraded version of the life and death talisman one after another, and then said: "Don't worry, this seat is different from your demon cult members, and I don't like killing and war. As long as you obey orders, you basically don't risk your life." worry."

Poison God and others naturally have nothing to say, they have to obey orders if they don't want to die.