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The head of Qing Yun pondered for a moment, (abff) but still shook his head and vetoed it.

"Your guesses are always guesses, but the head in Wang Teng's hand is real."

"If my Qingyun sect keeps silent, how can I gain a foothold in the boundless mountains?"

The words of the head of Qingyun won the approval of many peak masters.

The weakening of Qing Yunmen means the reduction of disposable cultivation resources.

Which one of the peak masters is not the existence of the eleventh and second layers of Qi Refining.

They are only a thin line away from Foundation Establishment.

Whenever you encounter some opportunities, you can become a foundation-building overhaul.

It would be impossible to cut their resources.

The Lord of Baihua Peak is also a monk at the peak of the twelfth level of Qi Refining.

How could she not know what other people were thinking, and sighed helplessly.

"Junior Sister Baihua, don't worry too much."

"Since I attack the Blood Spirit Sect, I am naturally not acting out of my will."

Hearing the comfort from Sect Leader Qingyun, Peak Master Baihua relaxed slightly.

"Wang Teng, I think you have the talent to build a foundation."

"This time to conquer the Blood Spirit Sect, you will bring all the disciples of the inner sect with you."

"Peak Master Bingwu and Master Baihua of the Twelve Peak Masters are stationed at the sect."

"If the situation is not right, I will send someone to ask you for support."

The head of Qingyun did not send out core disciples.

Instead, he chose to let Wang Teng lead the inner disciples there.

In this way, the new generation of Zongmen will not be disconnected.

Wang Teng's eyes were firm, and he said loudly: "I would like to be the pawn of the sect, beheading the disciples of the blood spirit sect to comfort the spirit of the senior sister in heaven."

The whole process is not too big omissions.

The head of Qingyun and the master of Bingwu Peak looked at each other tacitly.

The master of Ice Wu Peak nodded helplessly.

Wang Teng left the Zongmen hall respectfully.

Under the order of the head of the sect, he summoned many inner disciples of Qingyun sect.

Despite the whispers at the inner door, there were no surprises.

After all, running away now means treason, and the case is more serious.

Other sects would refuse to accept them if they found out the case.

So ever.

The mighty disciples of the inner sect pierced the blood spirit gate like sharp knives.

Wherever they pass along the way, not a single disciple of the Blood Spirit Sect is left behind!

Wang Teng even showed the ability to surpass the current cultivation level, which shocked the fellow students.

When they arrived at the base of the Blood Spirit Sect, the head of Qing Yun and the ten peak masters were already fighting in full swing.

Dazzling talismans collided with spiritual power indiscriminately, creating a gust of wind.

The fighting of the monks in the foundation building period has some tricks.

The battle of the peak masters on the eleventh and second floors of Qi Refining is a little less interesting.

Wang Teng felt that he could shoot one by one with his black claws.

While fighting the enemy bravely, he interspersed with various battlefields.

With the insight of the first-order gene lock, he swiped his face again.

Rumble!

A formation suddenly appeared in the sky above the Xuelingmen garrison.

The spiritual power of the head of Qingyun was caught off guard and was sealed and severely damaged.

"puff!"

"Master of the Blood Spirit Sect, a despicable and shameless person!"

The head of Qingyun pointed at the fierce head of the Blood Spirit Sect and reprimanded him angrily.

Followed by.

The formation in the sky suddenly collapsed.

The corner of Wang Teng's mouth twitched slightly.

What an inferior one-time formation.

He almost thought he could kill randomly.

The recovered Master Qingyun burst out of blood and fled the battlefield.

The leader of the Blood Spirit Sect did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but was entangled by a peak leader.

The Blood Spirit Sect Master came to a dense jungle that obscured his vision.

"Wang Teng, quickly take my token and return to the sect for help."

Wang Teng held up the token ring handed over by the head of Qingyun to look at it.

It is rumored that the person who holds the head ring is the head of Qingyun Sect.

Wang Teng's unhurried attitude made Master Qingyun's pupils shrink.

"Sure enough, it was you who secretly contributed to the flames. Today, my seat..."

The muzzle of the black gun was aimed at the head, and the hairs all over his body stood on end in an instant.

"Wang Teng, please head to death!"

boom!

A shot went off.

Qing Yun's head exploded.

Wang Teng quietly left the Xuelingmen station.

Wang Teng: "Boss Lu Yuan, is there any way to bury everyone in the Blood Spirit Sect? I can take a loan first, and then slowly repay it later."

Fang Gan: "Hold the grass, Wang Teng, you are really cruel."

Su Yan: "Boss Fang Gan, you are not going to be kind enough to surround the elves with the sect."

Zhang Fan: "With so many people and so scattered, how can a hydrogen bomb wipe out the ground?"

Han Feiyu: "I don't think Wang Teng can afford a hydrogen bomb."

Lu Yuan: "You're lucky, I happen to have an antimatter bomb here, and I still need an explosion experiment site."

Lu Yuan: "I won't charge you this time."

Fang Gan: "Coincidentally... Boss Lu Yuan... You..."

Han Feiyu: "Anti-matter bomb, Mr. Lu Yuan, why has your technology improved again?"

Zhang Fan: "I'm the one who held back Lu Yuan in this group."

Huangfuqing: "It's outrageous. Boss Lu Yuan's equipment has been updated and iterated, but I'm still the same poor ghost."

Sith: "An anti-matter bomb, I heard that a 0.5-gram anti-matter bomb is comparable to the nuclear weapon used back then."

Su Yan: "Sure enough, people don't need to work hard, just wait for Big Brother Lu Yuan to become a fairy, and then I will hug Big Brother Lu Yuan's thigh."

Wang Teng: "Thank you, Mr. Lu Yuan.".

Chapter 85 I Bet You Don't Have Bullets In Your Gun

Rumble!

The deafening roar echoed through the vast mountains.

An unstoppable trembling from the soul level lingered in my heart.

Whether it is the foundation building overhaul or the Qi refining monks, they all stopped fighting.

An inconspicuous anti-matter bomb fell from the sky.

On the way of falling, it suddenly exploded to form a huge black vortex.

All substances swept by the huge black vortex.

Even the magic weapon that the monk is proud of cannot last a breath.

In the blink of an eye it will crumble and be swallowed into the vortex and crushed.

It was as if an irresistible natural disaster descended on the Blood Spirit Sect resident.

The speed and ferocity of the oncoming are all unexpected.

The blood spirit gate's resident was quickly swept away by antimatter bombs.

Wang Teng raised his palm to block the raging storm and dust.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already barren and a mess.

The huge crater is like a meteorite falling, which is creepy.

Blood Spirit Gate, completely annihilated!