I am a sword fairy in the age of doom

Chapter 119 The Immortal in Red Cloth

Qizhou.

Outside the mountain gate of the Misty Cloud Sect, a dense crowd of mortal refugees squatted there numbly, supporting the old and the young, holding an empty bowl in their hands, and waiting with empty eyes.

"The Immortal Master will give porridge, everyone, don't panic, wait a little longer, the Immortal Master will be here soon."

Among the refugee crowd, someone shouted numbly, just because as long as they kept shouting for a day, they could have a piece of pancake.

So everyone shouted, not only hoping to get the pancakes, but also hoping that the immortal master would show mercy.

They really couldn't live anymore, their homes were destroyed, and their farmland was swept away by the hurricane. They ate grass roots, leaves, and everything along the way, and then they were led to the fairy mountain of the fairy master.

Even if you have a full meal before you hit the road.

But in the mountain gate of Yunlanzong, Xue Yundong, the head of the sect, had a bitter face. In just a few days, half of his hair turned white.
"Master, what should we do, the number of mortal refugees gathered outside will soon exceed 300 million, and some refugees who are starving have already started...started..."

Disciple can't go on, it's too miserable, those chaotic casual cultivators are too evil and vicious, if they want to attack my Yunlan sect, they come directly, they actually engulf mortal refugees, disputes between immortal cultivators, why bother to drag mortals into the battlefield, Aren't you afraid of being burned by fire?

In the past few days, they did go down the mountain to donate some food, but their spiritual energy was cut off. Although the Yunlan Sect is considered a big sect, the Supreme Elder of the Transformation God Realm in the sect has already drifted away, leaving only one sentence .

Now, the entire mountain gate is trapped, what should I do?
Start a large array to kill refugees?

Firstly, there are not enough spirit stones, and secondly, who would dare to lose their conscience.

"This is someone who is secretly manipulating, using the life of mortals to threaten our sects who have escaped the world. This old man is wrong. Clean up and let everyone evacuate by flying boat. The mortals are already suffering, but the old man is really hard to save. In this way, stay away."

Xue Yundong let out a long sigh, the other party used Yangmou, the most terrifying and vicious Yangmou,
So what if you killed all the mortals, followed by hundreds of thousands of chaotic casual cultivators, they mastered the method of breaking the formation taught by some wicked person, the Misty Cloud Sect can't escape, it's just a pity that tens of thousands of years of inheritance .

Soon, the shielding formation of the Misty Cloud Sect stopped functioning, and a road up the mountain was revealed amidst the clouds and mist. The mortal refugees rushed up desperately as if they had seen hope.

And several flying boats also left above the clouds, no one intercepted them, and they were not willing to intercept them at this time.

Without the sect, even Chen Chu, the old monster of Lianxu, would have to be a loser, let alone a mere Yunlan sect?It will fall soon.

Even if they can survive until 30 years later, they will not be able to compete with the Taiyin sect that has been prepared for a long time.

Emperor of the world, your national teacher has arrived.

"Come on! Don't let those damn mortals destroy everything!"

In the chaotic casual cultivator, some big bosses shouted viciously, the Misty Cloud Sect does not want to slaughter mortals, but they have no taboos. In an instant, thousands of body-refining monks rushed into the crowd like demons, and the places they passed were like a whirlwind of flesh and blood. How many mortals died , what to do with them?
Countless mortals howled and screamed, evaded frantically, and trampled each other. This place is like a purgatory on earth.

After a chaotic conflict, millions of people were killed or injured.

And this kind of scene is happening every day in Qizhou. Those sects that were besieged either directly slaughtered all the mortals around the mountain, and then killed the chaotic casual cultivators, or were unable to retreat and were broken into the mountain gate. All die or flee.

Or just like the Misty Cloud Sect, they had no choice but to evacuate.

For a while, in Qizhou's world of cultivating immortals, only Tianxuanzong's mountain gate remained unconquered. After all, no matter how crazy casual cultivators were, they would not dare to take risks.

"Hahaha! Enjoy it, what a joy! Even if you die tomorrow, it will be worth it!"

In a sect that has been breached, dozens of people are about five or six feet tall, some have horns on their heads, some have thick arms with scales, and some even have claws and tails. These are all body cultivators. The most powerful group is comparable to Jindan, but since they don't need to absorb mana, even Nascent Soul cultivators dare to fight at this time.

But it is also because the body training exercises they practice are so extreme that they are not human-shaped, so of course there is no human nature. A dozen female or male cultivators who are as beautiful as flowers or well-maintained are all After being ravaged and raped, there is no bone residue left.

Decades of humiliation, everything that has been wronged and wronged, has been avenged in just a few months.

You can even call yourself the Body Refining Heavenly Venerate and do whatever you want.

"Brothers, Tianxuanzong is not easy to fight. There is no fun in Qizhou. I heard that Nanzhou is very rich. Why don't you contact some Tianzun and drive the animals to Nanzhou together?"

"Nanzhou is good, but Broken Dragon Mountain is insurmountable."

"What are you afraid of? You don't know it yet. Broken Dragon Mountain has collapsed long ago. You don't need to bring livestock or anything. If you don't wait until Nanzhou, they will all die. We, the hundreds of thousands of body-training Tianzun, are afraid of a bird. what!"

"Makes sense! Hahaha!"

Amidst the rampant laughter, suddenly there was an unharmonious flute sound.

"Huh? Which girl is blowing the flute, how about blowing it to the second master of the Ni family?"

A body-training cultivator stood up with a strange smile. Suddenly, his legs went limp, and his body became half shorter out of thin air. When he looked down, he broke out in a cold sweat. What about my lower body?

what happened?

Before he could figure it out, when Xiao Yin changed, the sky turned red, and he turned his head with difficulty, only to see that the brothers who were drinking together just now and eating large pieces of meat all lost their heads.

"what!"

He screamed, but no one answered.

The sound of the flute gradually faded away, and there was no sound, and there were more than a hundred thousand chaotic casual cultivators here, and there was no sound.

A hundred spirit-absorbing talismans fell, absorbing all the spirit stones here, and flew up after a while, and fell into the hands of a woman in red a hundred miles away. Her red lips were like blood, and her eyes were indifferent.

If Jiang Mu were here, he would probably be taken aback. In just a short time, Chu Feiyue's strength is already comparable to his third Sangong re-cultivation. She really chose the simplest and most correct path. way.

If there is no spirit stone, then grab it.

With spirit stones, there is spiritual energy, and with spiritual energy, sword energy can be transformed. However, Chu Feiyue has no extra spiritual energy to refine the divine iron, so she only uses Xiao Yin to control the sword energy. It can kill 10,000+ people in a short time.

With the sound of hooves, Chu Feiyue rode away like a ball of flames.

then,

In just half a month, all the 200 million casual cultivators who caused chaos in Qizhou were slaughtered. Maybe there were innocent people among them, but it was meaningless.

When they choose to follow other rogue cultivators to besiege those refuge mountain gates, when they watch innocent mortals die tragically while being displaced but remain indifferent, then naturally no one will leave a word of pity in front of their desperate corpses.

"It's good to die! Things that are not as good as pigs and dogs!"

To make a cowardly mortal scold this sentence is enough to explain everything.

"Go to Nanzhou, where you may have a way to survive."

This was the most and only sentence that Concubine Chu said in half a month. She couldn't do much except slaughter those chaotic casual cultivators.

Oh, no, at least she can find the culprit who set off this chaotic catastrophe.

Taiyin Sect!
Maybe they can hide it from other people, but they definitely can't hide it from Chu Feiyue, who was born in Tianxuanzong.

Because that is a dog of Tianxuanzong!Specializing in doing things that are not on the table, looking at the large and chaotic loose cultivator groups in Qizhou, the leaders and cores are all Yin slaves of the Taiyin Sect, without exception.

So, want to play a golden cicada and pretend to be innocent?

Pretend to be your mother!
In just a few days, Chu Feiyue found a lair hidden by the Taiyin Sect on the border of Qinzhou.

"My niece! I have something to say. Now that the end of the Dharma is coming, our generation of immortal cultivators should join hands and bear the wind and rain together!"

Outside the old lair of the Taiyin Sect, when a flute sounded and a rain of blood fell from the sky, and the formation of the Taiyin Sect was broken by thousands of sword rains, Ouyang Changfeng, the Supreme Elder of the Taiyin Sect, jumped out hastily.

He was a little panicked, mainly because he was afraid that Chen Chu, that old monster, would come to his door, and he was still very scared after being a slave for tens of thousands of years.

However, there was only Chu Feiyue outside, and her dragon-scaled horse was already exhausted, but after replenishing a large number of spirit stones, she no longer needed to worry about traveling.

Playing a flute at will, it is a sword shadow, layer upon layer, gathered into a real flying sword.

She stepped on it, and it was easy to travel thousands of miles every day.

If it wasn't for the strength of her divine sense, which was only in the late Yuanying stage, she could even start the fourth Sangong retraining!

But this is destined to be the biggest flaw of Jian Yuanli, who is as talented as her, and has not found a better way so far.

But this does not affect her strength, even if she is an old monster who turns into a god, she can ignore her.

"Damn you!"

"Niece Xian came here for justice?" Ouyang Changfeng was still looking for the trace of Chen Chu, and he didn't care about Chu Feiyue's words.

"It's also a spirit stone!"

After Chu Feiyue finished speaking, with the sound of the flute, thousands of sword lights came overwhelmingly. It was not a rain of swords, but an ocean of sword lights!
The sound of the flute changes, and so does the light of thousands of swords.

The sound of the flute is intense, and the light of the sword is like the waves of the raging sea!

The sound of the flute is quiet, and the light of the sword is like the moon shining in the autumn!
The sound of a flute shattered the sky, and the Taiyin Sect's lair was strangled to nothingness in an instant!

Only Ouyang Changfeng, the old monster of Huashen, escaped with blood all over his body. He was terrified. What kind of sword array is this?
Excalibur Gate is not so exaggerated!
He just wanted to escape at any cost, and he didn't even care about saving mana, and he was a hundred miles away in an instant.

But I never thought that the sound of the flute was like a ghost chasing the soul, and the sound was endless, while the sword light was like a dragon, splitting the ground.

Ouyang Changfeng only had time to yell out Ku Ye before he was blown away by Jian Guang!

Chu Feiyue calmly took away the Lingshi, the storage material of the Taiyin Sect, and disappeared in ten places in Kyushu. However, the legends about the devil in red in Qizhou and Qinzhou have been enduring since then.

Of course, it was the world of cultivating immortals who called him the devil, but ordinary people called him the great immortal in red.

Affected by this, Qinzhou, Dongzhou, and other neighboring states, even if there are rebels, try to keep a sense of proportion and stop harming ordinary people.

(End of this chapter)