Super Sect Development System

Soon, the leading soldiers who left respectfully led a dozen monks wearing the uniforms of the Seven Mysterious Sect back to Wangzhuang.

The leading monk did not expect that when he went to the immortal residence directly under his control, he would meet these immortals chatting together.

When they heard him say that Wangzhuang was related to other sects, they were all very interested and came to Wangzhuang together.

"Master Du, this is the Wangzhuang I mentioned."

The yellow-faced middle-aged man called Master Du was obviously the most prestigious among these immortals. At this time, he stroked his beard and said:

"The spiritual energy of heaven and earth here is quite rich, so some children with cultivation qualifications are born in several villages nearby. It is reasonable that some outstanding people are selected into the sect."

"But that's all. The spiritual energy here is only mediocre, and the resources are scarce. There will not be any outstanding people born, so there is no need to worry..."

As the yellow-faced middle-aged man said there was no need to worry, the eyes of the other disciples lit up and said in unison: "Understood! Uncle Master!"

Then, they all made hand gestures and quickly moved to the surrounding farmhouses.

In an instant, in Wangzhuang, livestock wailed in fear, houses collapsed from time to time, and women's panicked screams and children's cries rang everywhere.

The voices of these disciples rose and fell in Wangzhuang:

"People of Wangzhuang, quickly gather at the village head, otherwise, we will kill you without mercy."

"One quarter of an hour is the limit. If you don't come, Wangzhuang will be razed to the ground."

Uncle Du looked at the beautiful scenery around him, and seemed to have not seen the fear of the old and young in Wangzhuang at all. His face was expressionless and even extremely cold.

"A real immortal should be like this..." The leading soldier who informed the news looked at Uncle Du with admiration. He knew that this Immortal Master Du was a real immortal and a great figure of the master generation of the other foundation-building cultivators.

Soon, the old and young of Wangzhuang slowly appeared at the entrance of the village. The young man walked in front, the old man walked in the middle, and the woman with the child followed at the end.

And walking in front of everyone was an old man with a gray beard, who was the village chief of Wangzhuang.

Everyone stood still, and the village chief trembled as he walked to Master Du and said, "May I ask this Master, why did you let your disciples commit crimes in my Wangzhuang?"

"Hmm?"

Before Master Du could speak, the disciple beside him angrily shouted, "How presumptuous of you, village elder! How dare you speak to my Uncle Du like this?"

"Yes! How dare you question us? It is a great blessing for your Wangzhuang that we come to your Wangzhuang. Why don't you bow your head and welcome us?" Another person sneered and said so.

But the village chief was not moved by the words of the two foundation-building disciples. There was anger burning in his eyes. These people dared to destroy the village where he had lived all his life, the village where his ancestors had lived for generations...

"There is no trace of immortal style in what you did. I have to question you! Why! Do you want to commit crimes in my Wangzhuang!"

"You!" A disciple obviously couldn't stand the questioning of a mortal. He was extremely angry and his cultivation burst out, and he actually rushed forward.

"Wait." Uncle Du said calmly, stopping the disciple who wanted to take action, turned to look at the village chief, forced a smile on his cold face, looked at the village chief, and said: "You, have the aura of a magic weapon."

The village chief's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly took out a white jade talisman from his arms and held it tightly in his hand, fearing that this person would suddenly snatch it away.

Seeing the appearance of the jade talisman, Uncle Du's eyes flashed with a burning greed: "Hand it over, I guarantee that you and your family will be unharmed in this war."

The village chief showed a trace of sadness and asked: "Can you let all our people go?"

Uncle Du smiled and said: "Impossible."

The village chief's face was even more sad: "Why... why can't you let us go? You can let us go with just a raise of your hand, why do you have to kill us all..."

Uncle Du showed a cruel smile: "In my eyes, you are just some ants. Ants are not qualified to negotiate conditions, even if these conditions are just a piece of cake for me..."

"Hand over the magic weapon to me quickly, otherwise I don't guarantee that I still have the patience to talk to you."

When the village chief saw the situation, he closed his eyes sadly and murmured: "Ping An, Grandpa doesn't know if you are an opponent, but now, the father and elders need you for a blind date..."

Then, he crushed the jade talisman!

"Damn it!" Uncle Du's face flashed a ferocious look. This old man actually crushed the jade talisman and refused to give it to him!

But before he could make a move, he found that as the jade talisman was crushed, a strong teleportation force seemed to rise around him...

A huge light curtain was gradually forming above the heads of the village chief and others. This was... someone was coming!

Uncle Du first showed fear on his face, but then he felt the breath slowly emerging from the light curtain, which did not seem to be strong, so he showed a cruel look on his face and said: "Then let the genius who appeared in your remote village die here.

After saying this, he immediately sent a message to the other elders who were looking for a place to stay near Wangzhuang: "If you find people from Qingshan Sect, please help us to encircle and suppress them together!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Almost instantly, the elders and villagers of Wangzhuang sensed that several huge sounds came from all directions, as if something terrifying was moving here.

Immediately afterwards, nine rays of light landed in front of Wangzhuang Village. All the auras were not inferior to that of Uncle Du just now. There was even an old man whose aura was much higher than the others. He also landed lightly. When he landed, , the rest of the people around were all saluting him...

Nascent Soul monk!

"Peace..." The village chief saw more and more powerful monks arriving here, and his eyes showed a deep sadness: "Grandpa has harmed you..."

After saying this, the old man's eyes darkened and he fainted.

The Nascent Soul old man looked at the teleportation array that was almost completely formed in front of him, and said calmly: "The person who teleports has a cultivation level no higher than the late Golden Core stage. He should be an important person in the Qingshan Sect. You can't take it lightly. We'll be together next time." Take action."

"Yes!" The others replied respectfully, and then they all mobilized their auras, preparing to take action together to deal with the people who fell out after the teleportation array was activated.

Suddenly, the Yuanying old man asked Uncle Du: "Do you know the name of the person in the teleportation array?"

Uncle Du thought for a while: "Listening to the words of those mortals just now, this person seems to be called Ping An?"

"Peace..." Old Yuanying suddenly thought of something: "Peace!"

boom!

The teleportation array was completely opened, and a huge roaring sound came from the teleportation array.

Then, there was a flash of light, and a petite figure slowly emerged from it, holding a huge mountain axe.

When the nine Golden Core cultivators saw that an extremely young disciple appeared among them, they felt even more delighted and started attacking with a ferocious smile.

For a moment, all nine spiritual powers attacked that figure.

This petite body faced nine attacks, but he didn't dodge. He scratched his head, as if he felt that it was wrong to attack directly before he understood the situation.

Until he looked around at the scene in Wangzhuang... Especially after seeing the unconscious village chief, endless anger surged into his heart...

boom!

He moved, and suddenly, he swung his giant ax forward!

The giant ax carried extremely domineering power, and instantly defused the attack... Before the nine golden elixir monks had time to be shocked, Ping An swung the giant ax again...

"Boom!" The sonic boom sounded deafening, and the Qixuan Sect monks in front of them were swept into the yellow sand in the sky!

The yellow sand dispersed.

Everyone!

die!

Even the early Yuanying monk who finally recognized Ping An was no doubt chopping vegetables under Ping An's axe. He opened his eyes with fear and was split open by the light of the axe!

Ping An looked at the more than 20 people who died in front of him, sighed, and quickly rushed to the fainted village chief, took out a pill and asked him to take it.

The village chief woke up, and first glanced at Ping An in panic, subconsciously wanting to protect Ping An behind him. However, at this time, the village elder noticed something different in Ping An's eyes... something called maturity, as if Appeared in Ping An's eyes.

He looked at the horrific scenes around him, sighed, and rubbed Ping An's head: "It's okay, kid. Grandpa was originally worried about how to demolish the house so that he could build a new one. Now it's better. Someone demolished it for me... Oh, those children, if you scare them, it will be helpful..."

Ping An grinned, showing two small tiger teeth, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, do you want to say that if you scare the child, the child will grow up faster? It's a pity, Ping An has been scared many times, but he still can't grow taller. ”

The village chief breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the innocence in Ping An's eyes again. No wonder Li Xianchang once said that Ping An has an innocent heart...

It seems that no dust can contaminate his pure and flawless heart...

…

The large forces of Qixuan Palace attacked from the south side of Qingshan Palace, while the north side of Qingshan Palace faced the attack of Kuixing Palace.

At the junction of the two prefectures, there is an east-west mountain range, which is the natural dividing line between the two prefectures.

In the middle of this mountain range, there is a very narrow valley called Yixiantian, which is the only way to pass through the two mansions.

At this time, in the thin line of sky, stood quietly a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. The boy was holding a fire stick in his hand. He was dressed neatly and meticulously in linen clothes, with his cuffs and trouser legs carefully rolled up.

This young man is Xun Liang.

In front of Xun Liang, there were densely packed Kuixing Mansion soldiers and monks lying on the ground.

Xun Liang's face was serious, and he looked at the soldiers and monks of Kuixing Mansion who had been knocked to the ground and could not stand up with a hint of vigilance.

He has defeated thousands of soldiers, nearly a hundred foundations, dozens of golden elixirs, and two early Nascent Souls in front of him.

He didn't care what one man was trying to do. He only knew that he couldn't bear to kill them, so he could only knock them down again and again until they couldn't stand up, or didn't dare to stand up.

Xun Liang calculated that at this time, his spiritual power was still 30%, and these people were almost there, so the task given to him by the master this time should be considered completed.

Ping An is on the south side and should be completed, so he should report to the master.

After thinking about this, Xun Liang took out the jade slip that conveyed the message and said:

"Master, the people in Funan have been dealt with."

Li Qingyun actually sent out only two disciples and eliminated all the miscellaneous troops from Qixuan Palace and Kuixing Palace.