Alchemy Supreme In City

"This is not a big move, but a magical power called tianlingyi, which is close to the small move. The big move is much more powerful than the tianlingyi. When the eagle enters the seventh level and uses the tianlingyi to perform the big move, no one should be faster than it!" Ye Tian explained casually. The speed of the divine eagle is so fast that the strong wind of hunting blows his clothes, but he is as stable as Mount Tai, The whole body exudes boundless killing intention.

"Lord Ye, in this day, you have given me a great insight. You used to be complacent that you have reached the realm of transforming gods. Now you know that cultivating to the realm of transforming gods is only qualified to be a disciple of Lord Ye! I really don't know how Lord Ye grew up to this place?" Murong Qianqian said with great emotion.

"Ye has both goals and hatred in his heart, and these two things can make people grow. As for how far they grow, they can only depend on the opportunity. When the opportunity is grasped, they will make progress, and if they can't grasp it, they will only hate for life! Therefore, sometimes choosing is more important than hard work!" I don't know what ye Tian thought. He looked brightly at the distance, You said in your mouth.

"Choice is more important than effort..." Murong Qianqian softly repeated this sentence. At this time, ye Tian gave him an illusion, as if ye Tian beside him was not a young monk in his twenties, but a wise man who had experienced many vicissitudes and a fearless brave man. These two different temperaments were strangely integrated into him, It's hard to see through.

Thinking of what ye Tian said, Murong Qianqian fell into meditation.

Next, they didn't speak any more, and let the sixth order golden eye eagle fly away from the sky.

"Lord Ye, on the high mountain ahead is the ancestral gate of the Tarot gate." more than half an hour later, Murong Qianqian on the carving back pointed to the distance.

"It saves a lot of trouble!"

Ye Tian said softly that the mountain and river seal had appeared in his hand. In his sight, dozens of people had soared up on the distant mountain, as if they were watching the divine carving.

It's no wonder that such a fast divine carving should have already entered the coverage of the other party's mind. Ye Tian was not surprised that the other party could prepare in advance.

"Lord Murong, this is a fair and aboveboard way to ask for debts. You can't do anything without teaching!" just after ye Tian said this, the sixth order golden eye divine carving stopped in front of the group.

"Hahaha... People of Shuiyue sect, you foreigners dare to walk out of the prison mountain without permission. With this big bird, do you think we can't help you?" the first middle-aged blonde laughed. This man not only has a tall nose, but also has a little Eagle hook at the tip of his nose, which ye Tian doesn't like to see.

On the back of the divine eagle, Murong Qianqian stood up, ignored each other's words, but motioned, took out a pamphlet, turned to a page, and read coldly: "TAROM owes Shuiyue sect's disciples 28 lives. Today Shuiyue sect came to collect debts, even this with interest, and killed him. Luomen sect leader hamir, all huashenjing disciples, all Yuanying sect disciples!"

After reading, Murong Qianqian snapped the pamphlet, glared at the crowd in front and shouted, "you die!"

"Hahaha... Beautiful woman, are you kidding..."

Before the eagle hook nose friar finished his words, the mountain and river seal had fallen out of thin air, turned into a hundred mu, and suddenly suspended on everyone's head.

Those people suddenly felt that their bodies were tight and lost their ability to move. Everyone couldn't help showing an expression of fear in their eyes.

Ye Tian gestured and handed Murong Qianqian a treasure coat: "recognize the Lord, put it on and go to blade the enemy!"

"Thank you, Lord Ye!" Murong Qianqian was so excited that it was his dream to be able to cut his enemies. I didn't expect it to come true today.

Quickly imprinted his mind, Murong Qianqian put his treasure clothes on his body, then made a gesture and released a magic weapon cave.

Thirteen elders came out of it.

Murong Qianqian didn't start immediately, but said to the elders, "release my disciples and see me take revenge!"

The thirteen Presbyterians each released two or three magic weapons from the cave. The disciples of Shuiyue sect flew out of thin air and stood next to the divine carving.

Murong Qianqian moved and entered the crowd under the mountain and river seal. He cut dozens of swords on the friar with Eagle hook nose. Each sword was not fatal, but the swords cut off a part of his body. Finally, he cut off the man's head with a painful expression, and then pulled out a sword flower to crush the man's yuan God.

At this time, ye Tian's mind moved, and more than 1300 puppets at the peak of Yuanying territory appeared out of thin air and killed the monks who fled from the peak.

Thirteen elders of Shuiyue sect in the sky also turned into a piece of light and joined the ranks of chasing and killing the TAROM disciples.

"You didn't expect to have today! I'll let you linger for a moment today and let you see the outcome of the Tarot gate. What you once gave to the Shuiyue sect will be returned to you today." Murong Qianqian stopped his action and said gnashing his teeth.

"We're wrong. Our enemies should be solved rather than tied. Let us go! We won't dare again in the future!"

One of the taromen friars moved his lips hard and asked for mercy vaguely.

Murong Qianqian snorted coldly, "hum, let you go? Did you ever let Shuiyue sect go?"

"Ah..."

"Ah..."

On the mountain peak, sad cries came, one after another, and finally became one.

"Yes, this is the howl of the destruction of tarman..."

Murong Qianqian took his sword and cut at the friar who begged for mercy. This time, she didn't waste too much time. One sword pierced her heart, and another sword killed the yuan God.

Then the mountains and rivers were printed, the sword light was flickering, and a remnant body fell, killing dozens of people in a moment.

At this time, ye Tiancai motioned, put away the mountain and river seal, and looked at the mountain below.

Dozens of breaths later, the figure on the mountain flickered, and 13 elders of Shuiyue sect in Huashen territory returned together with more than 1000 puppets at the peak of Yuanying territory.

"Palace leader, all the disciples above the golden elixir realm of the Tarot gate are killed!" one of the old women said to Murong Qianqian.

Murong Qianqian nodded and waved: "clean the battlefield!"

Immediately, thousands of Shuiyue sect disciples flew down from the sky and came to the ground to find xumijie. Some of them flew to the Tarot gate on the mountain.

In a moment, the scream sounded again.

Ye Tian looked at the situation below without expression and didn't stop it.

The male and female friars of Shuiyue sect began to kill the dragon's gate friars of TAROM, and they were ruthless and merciless. Some even chopped the slayer into meat and mud.

Hate!

At this moment, the people of Shuiyue sect are venting their hatred heartily!

Ye Tian knows that if these people don't vent their hatred, it will be an eternal knot!

These people are so hateful. When they first came here, they were recognized as the people of Shuiyue sect because of their black hair and black eyes. Even a friar of Jindan realm with low cultivation level shot himself without saying a word.

Then the eighteen sects united, and even wanted to directly destroy Shuiyue sect.

This is what I saw and experienced in just one day. In the long years, how many disciples of Shuiyue sect should have been bullied, and how many disciples watched their relatives, Taoists and children killed by those local monks.

A prison mountain, trapped in a barren Valley, locked hatred firmly in it.

"Lord, we're back!" the figure flashed. People kept coming back, including those who cleaned the battlefield and those who came back for revenge. The returned disciples of Shuiyue sect would say in front of Murong Qianqian.

Then he bowed deeply in front of Ye Tian.

"Lord Ye, thank you!"

When everyone comes back, ye Tian also puts away the martial spirit puppet. Murong Qianqian comes to Ye Tian again to thank him.

Ye Tian just nodded. What he thought in his heart was how crazy he would be if he went back to the earth and found that his zongmen, his classmates and teachers and his friends were killed.

"Lord Ye, can you lend us thirteen more of these precious clothes!" Murong Qianqian hesitated and said.

Ye Tian gestured, took out a stack of treasure clothes, counted out 13 pieces and handed them to Murong Qianqian. Then he said, "get ready to go to the next house!"

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