Peerless Taoist

The sword was first divided into two, then into ten, and finally into thousands of flying swords.

The sword rain all over the sky rushed into the crowd, just like a wolf into a sheep. The painful voice of monks was heard everywhere.

The hatred of Beiming's ancestors for Qinglian sect has been deep into the bone marrow. Now of course, they will not let go.

Poof poof!

There was a constant hum, and bodies fell to the ground.

After an hour, the house finally quieted down.

The originally bustling branch rudder party has completely turned into a bloody Shura field.

The body of Dinglong sword was dripping blood, but it was a strange blood red. If it weren't for the support of Beiming ancestors, I'm afraid this sword would have turned into a magic sword.

Lu Yu glanced around, and the whole dealer's old house was silent.

"Why did one fall?" suddenly, Lu Yu looked at a corner of the house.

There was a huge barrel, which seemed to be surrounded by a kitchen, so it was very inconspicuous.

However, Lu Yu felt the human breath in it.

"Get out." Lu Yu Leng shouted.

There was an exclamation from the barrel, but without waiting for his reply, Lu Yu shot it with great strength and smashed the barrel directly.

A young man in white rolled out of it. It was Yang Ming who had been in the limelight before.

"Forgive me, master, forgive me!"

As soon as Yang Ming came out, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed more than once.

At that time, after Lu Yu slapped the black snake Dharma protector to death, Yang Ming decisively hid in it.

Although he has obtained the divine light and his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, even the black snake Dharma protector is not the opponent of this man, let alone him.

So he hid here, hoping to escape.

"Spare me, I'll give you everything of my Yang family. You can do whatever you want." Yang Ming began to beg bitterly.

He can abandon anything for himself.

What is home, isn't it the chip in your hand.

Lu Yu doesn't want to pay attention to such people at all. With a little finger, he is ready to take Yang Ming's life.

"Give him to me." just then, the ancestor of Beiming suddenly opened his mouth.

On the Dinglong sword, a hurricane like whirlpool immediately swallowed Yang Ming.

Soon, a layer of blood seeped from the body of Dinglong sword. It's estimated that Yang Ming will come to no good end.

The figure of Beiming's ancestor emerged from the Dinglong sword.

His figure is illusory and much weaker than before.

He once lost, and now his state is similar to that of a ghost.

If a living person wants to practice, the most important thing is to have a good mind. The reason why ghosts can be produced is that people still have an obsession after death.

If the obsession is over, I'm afraid the ancestor of Beiming will disappear completely.

"You smashed the sculpture of Qinglian God and killed the Dharma protector under his seat. According to his temper, you will never let go. We need to speed up." the old ancestor of Beiming's eyes glowed with blood.

Just now, he was so powerful that he killed tens of thousands of friars. Now he still exudes a terrible murderous spirit.

Following the ancestor of Beiming, they came to a library of the dealer.

After it was occupied by Qinglian sect, all the skills in the library hall were emptied, and the inside was modified into a different place than the fighting field.

As soon as I entered it, I smelled a dignified bloody smell.

I saw many "people" standing here, but their eyes were dull and motionless like wooden stakes.