I raise pigs in Xianxia World

92 Slaughter
Changqi Peak.

The black wind howled, and the evil spirit was vertical and horizontal.

Everyone in the Donglai Sect looked terrified and couldn't believe the scene before them.

It only took a few days for the attack on the sect to be settled.

Right now, Shangguan Ye's fighting power is all over the audience, and no one is his opponent.

"My Donglai sect...is it about to end?" Qin Yao murmured.

All the disciples of the Donglai Sect, even the Ziqi Pavilion disciples who were pampered and pampered on weekdays, picked up the sword-bladed treasure to defend against the enemy, but they could only end up in such a miserable state, with casualties everywhere.

It is hard to imagine that the century-old sect collapsed because of the serious injury of the sect master.

Sister Hua stood aside with the young male cultivator, staring at Zhao Huaiqing, the third uncle's grandfather.

"Master Shangguan, can you do me a favor and hand over Zhao Huaiqing to us?" Sister Hua said in a soft voice.

"Oh?"

"This is our Di Sha Twelve's own business." Sister Hua said.

The implication is that I don't want outsiders to intervene.

If someone really does not know how to make an enemy of Disha Twelve, then they will bear the consequences.

Shangguan Ye said: "Then you can deal with it."

For sects like the Iron Sword Sect, it is most taboo to make enemies with this kind of killer organization.

"Thank you." Sister Hua said.

Hearing the words, the young monk rushed over in a few steps, raised his hand and took the life of the third uncle and grandpa.

The third uncle was neither happy nor angry, and asked, "Newcomer?"

"To be exact, the rookie is the one who kills you." The young male cultivator sneered, "It's not like you don't understand the rules."

The rule of Disha Twelve is to kill a member of the organization to replace that member.

Therefore, if young people want to join Disha Twelve, they must kill the contemporary "dog", the third uncle and grandpa.

"Who are you?" Third Uncle asked.

"I don't remember the name for a long time. If I kill you, the code name will be Hyena."

"Good name." The third uncle and grandpa "Jie Jie" smiled wryly.

While speaking, the young man had already walked towards the place where his third uncle Zhao Huaiqing was. Now he was nailed to the boulder with a sword, like meat on a chopping board being slaughtered, unable to react.

What's more, judging from the fact that this young man just made a move, he is also an out-and-out cultivator of the Tongxuan Realm.

Full blood versus residual blood, almost sure.

The Donglai Sect members who were crucified to death still wanted to struggle, but they tried their best, but they were still unable to move.

Taoist Ziyun looked up at the sky, and the nine heavens were covered with dark clouds, just like the mood of everyone in the Donglai Sect at this time.

Could it be that Donglai Zongzhen is going to be destroyed?

Over there, Shangguan Ye smiled sinisterly and walked towards the disciples of Donglai Sect.

Up to now, the disciples were terrified, watching Shangguan Ye approaching, it was like seeing a god of death approaching in person.

One by one panicked.

But at the top of Changqi Peak, there is no way out.

Some timid disciples have already started to sob secretly, and some are even hesitating whether they should kneel down and beg for mercy, in order to beg for mercy and find a way out.

At this time.

A muscular disciple slammed into Shangguan Ye like a bull with all his strength, and hugged his waist with all his strength, trying to stop the six-level cultivator from moving forward.

This person is Wang Erchui of Chaoyang Peak!
Wang Erchui yelled angrily, "Damn you!"

But nothing is like a mantis holding a cart.

Shangguan Ye walked forward as if nothing had happened, while Wang Erchui resisted with all his strength, but it was still in vain, and he was pushed forward.

The gap between the three realms and the six realms is not so large.

There were two deep grooves on the ground, which were caused by Wang Erhammer pushing the ground with all his strength.

"If you want to kill my sect, kill me first!" Wang Erchui roared angrily.

Shangguan Ye stopped in his tracks and said with a smile, "Do you think you can change the situation with a few angry shouts?"

After all, a sword pierced through Wang Erhammer's chest.

"what!"

Hearing a scream, Wang Erchui vomited blood and collapsed to the ground.

Shangguan Ye drew his sword and kicked Wang Erhammer aside.

Wang Erchui tried his best, spat out bloody phlegm, and struggled to hug Shangguan Ye's legs, but the latter had gone far away and couldn't catch up.

"You bastard! You think I'm afraid you won't succeed!" Wang Erchui shouted, "I am a disciple of the Donglai Sect, and I am not a coward. Even if I turn into a ghost, I will make your Iron Sword Sect restless!"

At the critical moment of the Zongmen's life and death, this proud son of Chaoyang Peak wanted to awaken the blood of everyone in the Donglai Sect.

Even if you die standing up, you cannot live on your knees!
"Noisy." Shangguan Ye said in a deep voice.

With a backhand wave of sword energy, he split the ground and left!

Wang Erhammer no longer had the strength to dodge, and was struck by the sword energy.

Keng!
"Senior Brother Wang!"

"Two hammers!"

"..."

In exclamation and worry, the bloody head rolled down.

Wang Erchui, a disciple of Chaoyang Peak of Donglai Zong, died for his Zong.

This became the last straw that crushed the hearts of everyone in Donglaizong.

The rest of the disciples were ashamed, and the tragic situation of Senior Brother Wang was the situation they were about to face.

On the boulder, the crucified Peak Master and Taoist Ziyun felt extremely desolate in their hearts.

Shangguan Ye laughed loudly and said, "How dare you shout loudly in the three realms! The rest of the Donglai Sect disciples kneel and kowtow, maybe Neng will spare your lives!"

With the lessons learned by Wang Erhammer, the disciples of Donglai Sect no longer have the mood to resist.

Every step that Shangguan Ye approached, a huge pressure was formed in the hearts of everyone.

This Shangguan Ye is a six-level monk, and everyone has no room to resist.

Senior brother Wang Erchui has a strong backbone, but now his head is gone.

If he followed the example of Senior Brother Wang Erchui, he would definitely end up in the same end.

It is useless for a monk to have only backbone.

Only by surviving can there be a longer-term possibility.

At this time, the disciples of Donglai Sect had almost the same thoughts in their hearts.

"Don't...!" Yu Qiushui roared.

Qin Yao yelled loudly: "My disciple of Danlu Peak, don't kneel down and beg for mercy!"

As for the third uncle and grandpa, he was silent and did not speak.

"You guys, be afraid of death." Shangguan Ye looked coldly, swung his iron sword, and swept towards the disciples of Donglai Sect one by one.

Even though the two peak masters expressly prohibited it, some disciples knelt on the ground one after another, begging for mercy.

With a leader, more and more disciples kneel down.

"Bad luck!" Qin Yao, who looked like a child, scolded angrily, "I have taught you all these years for nothing!"

The beautiful woman Yu Qiushui looked sad, knowing that Donglaizong's bones were gone.

Taoist Ziyun sighed deeply, shook his head and said, "It may not be possible to spare them."

Sure enough, Shangguan Ye walked up to a disciple and slashed out with a sword, cutting off the disciple's arm, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

"If you can bear it, I will save your life."

After finishing speaking, he went to the next disciple and cut off the leg of that disciple with a sword, making him disabled.

Shangguan Ye's cruel methods completely broke the hearts of everyone in the Donglai Sect. Some people even felt that it was better to be disabled than to be decapitated.

The entire Changqi Peak was filled with a bloody storm.

Shangguan Ye was covered in blood, like an unstoppable executioner.

Here, Sister Hua urged:

"After watching the play, it's time to do it."

The young male cultivator nodded, and was about to step forward to remove the head of the third uncle Zhao Huaiqing.

(End of this chapter)