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"Boy, you are really the first to dare to make trouble in Qingcheng Mountain." Senior Brother Jiu said, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Put this person down, obediently kowtow and apologize, please forgive us, maybe we are in a good mood, and we can give you a comfortable death." Brother Qi folded his arms and stood on the steps looking down.

With Ye Zichuan.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense to a mortal." Sixth Senior Brother walked forward directly.

In his body, there was a majestic energy surging, a Taoist robe flapped, and a sword behind him also made a sword sound, piercing through gold and cracking stones, and there was an awe-inspiring sword intent spreading between heaven and earth

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"You guys are so superior, it's really annoying!"

Click!

The place suddenly fell into silence, a needle could be heard, and it was eerily quiet.

The disciple whose neck was strangled by Ye Zichuan tilted his head to one side, his eyes were wide open, and he was unwilling to die.

He never imagined that Ye Zichuan would actually dare to make a move.

In front of so many Qingcheng Mountain disciples, he was killed openly.

After a short period of silence, all the disciples flew into a rage.

Especially those three elite disciples, their expressions became even more terrifying.

"Untouchable, do you think we don't exist?"

"Dare to kill people in front of us, how courageous!"

"If you don't get Fa-rectification on the spot today, the world will really think that I, Mount Qingcheng, are easy to bully!"

"Kill him! Hang his body on the mountain gate to warn the world!"

All the disciples pushed forward, and there was terrifying power surging in their bodies.

Especially the ancient swords behind them, clanging and awe-inspiring, actually left traces on the bluestone steps.

Ye Zichuan looked at them and slowly raised his hand.

"Your nonsense is too much."

The next second, the place fell into silence.

Everything froze, even the falling leaves froze in the air.

The birds in the sky kept their flying posture, motionless.

"Die!"

With a slight movement of the fingers, everyone's heads were tilted, and their necks were all broken.

Let go of your hand, bang bang bang, corpses hit the ground one after another, completely losing their vitality.

Ye Zichuan took the body of the old Taoist priest and walked up the steps step by step.

A few minutes later, Song Yuqian came here under the leadership of a teleportation mutant. When she saw the corpses all over the ground, she knew she was late.

The mutant who could teleport had almost collapsed. He could only teleport tens of meters at a time. It took him a long time to get here, and his strength was almost exhausted.

"You wait here, I'll go up and have a look."

Song Yuqian flew up the mountain along the path.

Along the way, she saw a lot of corpses, almost no scars, no blood, the same death, but very strange.

"Is he really capable of controlling objects?" Song Yuqian was deeply suspicious.

Chapter 245 Ninth Grade Arrives!

Ye Zichuan went all the way up, and all the disciples he met, who attacked him, were all killed by him.

He didn't hold back anything, like a ruthless Shura, or like a killer who returned from hell, leaving behind corpses all over the place.

Sanqing Palace.

Ye Zichuan came to the middle of the mountain, where a magnificent hall stands, enshrining the statues of the Taoist Sanqing.

The incense is in full bloom, sandalwood is lingering, and the face of the god is majestic, with a kind of great terror, which makes people daunting.

At this time, dozens of disciples had gathered in front of the Sanqing Hall, and all of them were tense as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Who the hell are you?" A middle-aged Taoist priest with a long beard looked at him with a gloomy and dignified expression: "What kind of grudge does Qingcheng Mountain have with you? You want to kill me so recklessly?"

people? "

Ye Zichuan looked at him: "Are you the person in charge here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just a few days ago, you sent people down the mountain, sealed up my pharmacy, and even tried to swallow my medicinal materials. What kind of grudge do you think I have with you?" Ye Zichuan said lightly.

The face of the middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly changed, as if he remembered something.

"Are you... are you the owner of that pharmacy?" His face was cloudy: "Your name is Ye Zichuan?"

"it's me."

He finally remembered that someone reported earlier that he found super-high-quality medicinal materials in that pharmacy, which could be used to refine top-grade elixirs. As one of the principals of the mountain gate, he naturally

I know about it.

Moreover, he is also one of the few people in Qingcheng Mountain who can make alchemy.

Of course, he had heard a little about Ye Zichuan, but because he was a mortal, he didn't pay much attention to it.

If it wasn't for Ye Zichuan's ability to cultivate special medicinal materials, he wouldn't even remember the name.

"This is Mount Qingcheng, you can't let yourself go wild!" The middle-aged Taoist turned hard and made a decision: "All disciples, form a sword array and kill him!"

"Yes!"

All the disciples shouted loudly, and then began to form formations.

"Fire in front of me, do you think I don't exist?"

As soon as Ye Zichuan raised his hand, all the disciples flew up uncontrollably, suspended in mid-air.

"you you……"

The middle-aged Taoist pointed at Ye Zichuan, his eyes filled with horror, he was speechless.

What is this ability?

Are mutants so powerful?

Understatement, directly controlling dozens of people, how can there be such a strong ability?

"What are you going to do?"

"Let your head come out to meet me." Ye Zichuan said, "I need an explanation for what Qingcheng Mountain did."

The face of the middle-aged Taoist priest was extremely ugly.

After so many years, when has Qingcheng Mountain been threatened like this?

Whatever they want, those big families can't wait to give them to them with all their heart and soul.

Their words are like an imperial decree, who would dare to disobey them?

But now, someone unexpectedly came to Mount Qingcheng, wanting to ask them for an explanation, and even asked the head to come out to meet him.

It was like a loud slap in the face, slamming on Qingchengshan's face.

"If you want to meet the head, I'm afraid you won't even have a chance to talk until you meet!"

Even now in this kind of field, Taoist priests still have a hard mouth.

This is the confidence given to him by Mount Qingcheng. No matter how strong Ye Zichuan is, he believes that he will not be able to make waves in the end.

The more powerful the person, the more awed they will be here.

Suddenly, Ye Zichuan seemed to have discovered something, and looked up at the top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain towers into the sky, surrounded by white clouds, and the mist curls up, like a fairyland in a trance.

At this time, there was a strong energy fluctuation there, and Ye Zichuan saw several figures jumping down, walking through the air, and came to the halfway up the mountain within a few breaths.

There was a gust of wind here, and it was a surge of powerful energy, which kicked up the dust on the ground.

Several figures landed in front of the hall, and each of them gave people a pressure like a mountain. Their bodies seemed to contain a round of shrinking sun, which was blazing, strong, and exuding scorching heat.

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"How many years have passed, no one has dared to be so arrogant in Qingcheng Mountain!"

A steady voice sounded, like beating a drum, and every sound came to the ears, making people's heads buzz.

Ye Zichuan looked at these people, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

Nine grades?

The four of them are all in the Ninth Rank Realm.

They are all over eighty years old at least, but they don't have a trace of aging. They are vigorous, with full temples, and there is a sense of oppression in every gesture.

Suddenly, one of the people seemed to have noticed something, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

"This is?"

He stared fixedly at the old Taoist priest lying behind Ye Zichuan, completely losing his composure at this moment.

"Uncle Qingsong?" His face changed drastically, and he recognized the old Taoist's true face.

"What, Uncle Qingsong?"

"how can that be?"

"Uncle Master, isn't his old man wandering outside all the time, what's going on?"

"Boy, how did Master Master die? Why did you have his corpse?" An old man stared at Ye Zichuan, his beard and hair fluttered like an old lion, and he was angry and mighty