The Shuttle of the City

Exhaling a foul breath, Ye Zichuan stood up.

Looking around, this mountain range has been completely destroyed.

There was a huge deep pit under his feet, and he stood in it like a little one, scorched black, emitting blue smoke, and many places were red, exuding a terrifying temperature.

This was bombarded by Lei Ying.

In the distance, several mountain peaks broke, collapsed, and collapsed. Some were only half left, some were flattened, and some were split from the middle, like landslides.

Especially the damage caused by his space, the huge [-]-meter deep pit, viewed from the sky, is completely square, and it has all collapsed.

Only the place where the old Taoist priest is is still intact.

I don't know what his power is. Having something in a similar field can actually offset the influence of the power of space.

"Have you seen enough?"

Ye Zichuan turned his head and looked to the other side.

Song Yuqian hid behind a big rock, her big eyes fluttering, and she glanced at this side secretly.

"You...you won't kill people to silence you?"

Ye Zichuan was a little dumbfounded, and then said fiercely: "You saw something you shouldn't see, now it seems that the only thing to do is to kill people to silence them."

Song Yuqian was taken aback, her little face turned pale: "Hey, hey, you can't mess around, my sister and your sister are good sisters, so we are also brothers and sisters, you can't do this

Do. "

Ye Zichuan almost laughed out loud, usually looking weird, how could he be so stupid?

"Just kidding, let's see how scared you are." He said with a smile.

Song Yuqian patted her chest and stuck out her tongue: "I thought you really wanted to kill me."

Ye Zichuan rolled his eyes: "Am I that scary?"

"It's not scary, it's just perverted!" Song Yuqian's sour tone was gone now, and this gap can no longer be made up by being sour.

"Look around, this is all a good thing you did."

Ye Zichuan rubbed his nose: "There is no way, this old man is too powerful, I can only use big moves."

Song Yuqian looked at the pool of blood, and sighed old-fashionedly: "Hey, after so many years of practice, it just disappeared."

Ye Zichuan looked calm and did not speak.

If you don't kill the other party, then he is the one who dies.

This world is so cruel, whoever has the biggest fist is right.

"But I really hit it off. There really is this kind of old monster that jumped out of the coffin."

"Crow mouth." Ye Zichuan gave her three words.

"Who is talking like a crow?" Song Yuqian glared at him: "I heard from my master. These sects have existed since ancient times. How could it be possible that they don't have any cards and background? In the most turbulent

None of them were wiped out by the flames of war in that era, which is enough to explain everything. "

Indeed, if you don't have enough strength, how can you survive in the troubled times?

"Who is your master? I've been hearing it from you all the time." Ye Zichuan asked curiously, "Is it also a god?"

Song Yuqian pursed her mouth: "Anyway, she is not as strong as you, she is from Mount Emei."

"Mount Emei?" Ye Zichuan was a little surprised.

Su Peishan was a student of Mount Emei, but she was not good at learning skills. Ye Zichuan asked her if she had been kicked out of the mountain gate, and she seemed a little annoyed.

However, Su Peishan's master is the ninth rank, not as good as Song Yuqian's master.

"Cultivator, what can you teach mutants?" Ye Zichuan was a little puzzled.

"My master is a double-cultivator of Buddhism and Taoism, self-cultivation and self-cultivation. She taught me to tap the power to control myself. She always said that all dharmas are interlinked, and there is reason for existence. Since practitioners and mutants exist at the same time

If there is a world, then there must be something in common. "

"Facts have proved that she is right. Buddhism and Taoism have been passed down to this day, and there are many mysterious places. My spiritual power is also much stronger than before."

Ye Zichuan touched his chin.

He was a little surprised by what the old Taoist said to him before.

Those gods and Buddhas believed in by Buddhism and Taoism turned out to be real ancient gods.

And the methods they practiced were all obtained from ancient miracles.

What is the ancient miracle in his mouth?

This world is really mysterious. As the strength grows stronger, some things seem to gradually surface.

"Let's go back to Mount Qingcheng."

"Are you really going to destroy the entire sect?" Song Yuqian's eyes widened.

"If they are willing to give in and compromise, then naturally they don't have to destroy the family. I am actually very easy to get along with, and I hate fighting people the most."

Song Yuqian looked around.

She really didn't see where it was easy to get along with.

Chapter 252

On Mount Qingcheng, a group of disciples were waiting anxiously.

"The Patriarch will definitely win, he will!" the headmaster said firmly.

But he couldn't help clenching his fists, and his heart was hanging in the air, up and down.

The four ninth-rank powerhouses are also comforting themselves. This ancestor-level senior has practiced for more than [-] years, and his cultivation is so high that it is absolutely impossible to lose.

The waiting time was always so long, even though they were far away from Minshan, they could still hear the terrifying voices coming from there.

Especially since the mountain peaks were trembling, it was hard for them to imagine how brutal the battle there was.

However, such a big movement shows that the ancestor's cultivation base is indeed very strong, which also deepens their confidence.

"coming!"

The master suddenly raised his head and saw a black spot in the sky in the distance.

Then the black dot flashed and came directly in front of them.

When they saw the person coming, all the disciples of Mount Qingcheng turned pale in an instant, and the headmaster took a few steps back, looking at Ye Zichuan in horror.

"You you you...how are you?"

"Why can't it be me?" Ye Zichuan looked at him with a calm expression.

"Where is the Patriarch? How is the Patriarch?"

"I came back alive, what do you think will happen to him?"

"Impossible, impossible..." The headmaster kept shaking his head: "No, the patriarch is so strong, and the patriarch has cultivated for so many years, how could he lose? Impossible..."

It was difficult for him to accept this fact.

Even the Patriarch was defeated, what kind of waves could he cause?

Ye Zichuan looked at him with a blank expression on his face: "I give you two choices, first, Mount Qingcheng will be closed and apologize to the whole world, second, Mount Qingcheng will be removed from the world, and you will be given three minutes

choose between. "

The headmaster looked at Ye Zichuan, his face constantly changing, cloudy or sunny.

For him, such a choice is more uncomfortable than facing death.

Qingcheng Mountain has been passed down for so long, when has it ever bowed its head to others?

But now, just one person, the entire Qingcheng Mountain cannot hold its head up, and even faces the danger of being wiped out.

He has been pushed to the limit and has to make a choice.

The aura of the four ninth-rank powerhouses has completely declined, from being unacceptable at the beginning to unbelievable now.

The huge gap made them not recover now.

Even the power beyond the divine realm can't stop Ye Zichuan, what else can he do?

Just three minutes, to the head, it seems like a lifetime.

"Time is up." Ye Zichuan announced indifferently: "What is your choice?"

The head of the sect just closed his eyes, his face was full of pain, and at this moment, he no longer had the slightest momentum.

His clenched hands suddenly loosened, and his whole body collapsed: "I choose...to seal the mountain."

"Master!"

"Master!"

The four ninth-rank powerhouses and many disciples shouted loudly, knowing that this was a no-way choice, but they still had a trace of hope and luck in their hearts.

"That's it." The head of the sect didn't stand up straight: "Those who want to go down the mountain, just go down the mountain. Qingcheng Mountain will be closed from today!"

"Master, don't!"

"Is the ancestor's foundation really going to be destroyed in our hands?"

Many disciples burst into tears.

Ye Zichuan watched this scene indifferently, without the slightest expression.

"You made a wise choice, and your subsequent apology must not disappoint me. I don't want to come to Qingcheng Mountain again."

"Don't worry, I will make you satisfied."

"That's good." Ye Zichuan turned and left: "Farewell."

Watching Ye Zichuan disappear into the sky, the headmaster looked at the huge Qingcheng Mountain, showing a self-deprecating wry smile.

Thirty-six peaks, one hundred and eight scenic spots, the fifth cave among the top ten caves, but now it has come to this end.