Although he said that he was not afraid of Wuzhong, An Ruosong was still very evasive in his heart.

He returned all the way back to the Mixed Yuan Sect, stopping and stopping, being careful not to leave any traces, and in order to prevent Wu Zhong from following, he could also spare the same way.

Originally, it only took two or three days to travel, but he walked for five days.

He also ordered someone to guard Ye Lingyue carefully and not let her have any chance to escape.

What reassured An Ruosong was that in addition to the terrifying aura that Wu Chong had noticed for a while when he was near Sifang City, Wu Chong's aura disappeared in the next few days.

It seems that he was also dazed by An Ruosong's tricks.

For this reason, An Ruosong was complacent for a while.

After days of traveling, Ye Lingyue was taken to the Mixed Yuan Mountain, located at the top of the Northern Qing, the location of the Mixed Yuan Sect.

As the largest sect of the Nine Sects, the Mixed Yuan Sect where it is located is said to be a mountain, but in fact it is an endless mountain.

The terrain surrounded by mountains, there is only one cliff plank road to enter the location of the mountain gate of the sect.

This undoubtedly formed a natural barrier for the Mixed Yuan Sect, and it was very difficult for the outside world to attack.

When he arrived near the mountain gate of Mixed Yuan Mountain, An Ruosong had been thinking about it for many days and finally let go.

"How great it is for me to be a ghost emperor and witch, but it's not easy, and I'm not easily confused by the old man. An Ruosong boasted in front of Ye Lingyue.

"It's not, the head is wise, what a ghost emperor, in front of the head, he is not even a fart. Those disciples of An Ruosong also patted their ass.

But those disciples had just finished speaking, only to hear behind them, like a howling wind, several powerful winds struck.

The disciples who spoke wildly screamed miserably, and their bodies fell from the plank road like paper kites with broken threads.

"An Ruosong, you are really slow enough, this seat is here, and I have been waiting for you for a long time. ”

The cold voice was like a slap in the face, the smile on An Ruosong's face quickly faded, his body shook, and he slowly turned back.

I saw a man standing on the majestic mountain gate dozens of feet high.

The man was condescending, he wore a golden mask, and under the mask, those amber eyes were thrilling.

He held a pitch-black sword in his arms, black hair, waving in the wind, and an aura of overseeing the world came to the world.

"Ghost Emperor...... Wu Chong, why are you here!"

An Ruosong's eyebrows and beard shook in unison.

"If you can run, the monk can't run away from the temple, and you are not my woman, why should this seat run behind your old dog's ass. Wu Chong snorted coldly, and his gaze fell on Chen Mu on the side, as well as Ye Lingyue in the light talisman behind him.

When he saw Ye Lingyue, Wu Chong's body stiffened, and his eyes were a little urgent.

On that day, in Sifang City, after losing Ye Lingyue with him, Wu Zhong was angry and blamed himself.

He frantically chased An Ruosong all the way.

Halfway, he had caught up several times, but at that moment, Wu Zhong found that there were still several forces chasing after him behind him.

According to the energy fluctuations, it should be the people of the Three Sects and the Sifang City Lord.

Among them, there is a fluctuation, which is Zitangsu.

Wu Xin knew that if he continued to entangle all the way, he would inevitably suffer from the enemy.

The mercenary career in the early years allowed Wu Chong to make the most beneficial decision in a very short period of time, he thought of it, An Ruosong arrested Ye Lingyue, but did not kill her immediately, there was only one possibility, he didn't want to kill her for the time being.

An Ruosong's base camp is in the Mixed Yuan Sect, and he will go around and around, and he will eventually return to the Mixed Yuan Sect.

So Wu Chong simply gave up tracking halfway through, but came to the Mixed Yuan Sect to wait for the rabbit.

Even one of the three sects, Yaochi Immortal Pavilion, Wu Chong can be found, not to mention the Mixed Yuan Sect of the World Sect.

It's just that what makes Wu Zhong impatient is that in order to avoid him, An Ruosong has set up suspicious formations along the way and spared a lot of detours.

Wu Zhong is not Feng Xin, his temper is not good, and his patience is even worse, the only one in this world who can make him a little patient is only Ye Lingyue.

An Ruosong made such a detour, and the last bit of patience of Wu Zhong was also worn out, and when he was in a bad mood, he liked to do one thing.

When the mountain wind blows, there is an extra smell in the wind.

That's the smell of blood.

An Ruosong remembered that he was on the road and delayed for a few days, and Wu Zhong also waited for a few days in the Mixed Yuan Sect.

Who is Umno Chong?

He is the Ghost Emperor, and it is rumored in the mainland that wherever the Ghost Emperor goes, the ghost cries and howls wolves.

The cold sweat of the bean was hung down from An Ruosong's forehead, and he looked into the mountain gate.

Seeing this, An Ruosong only felt a cramping pain in his heart, and a mouthful of blood in his mouth spurted out.

Inside the mountain gate of the Mixed Yuan Sect, on the winding mountain road, the corpses were piled up like a small mountain, and a large area of dark red blood stains were dried on the ground.

Looking at the entire Mixed Yuan Sect, there was not even a single living person in sight.

"Dead, all dead. Chen Mu also saw this scene.

The former brothers and sisters are all dead.

In just a few days, Wu Zhong actually slaughtered the entire Mixed Yuan Sect with the power of one person.

"You, you're not human. ”

Chen Mu trembled and looked at the man standing proudly on the mountain gate.

At this moment, in the eyes of Chen Mu and An Ruosong, Wu Zhong is clearly a life-seeking ghost from hell.

"Counting the two of you who were killed just now, the entire Mixed Yuan Sect has a total of 3,936 lives. This is to tell you that there are some people that you cannot provoke. Wu Zhong said lazily.

It was as if the more than 3,000 lives were as insignificant as dust in his eyes.

Ye Lingyue, who was locked in the light talisman, heard that Wu Zhong had killed more than 3,000 lives for her, and her expression changed.

Her gaze moved to the male Nine Dragons in Wu Chong's hand.

The line of sight collided with Wu Zhong.

A hint of complexity flashed in the man's arrogant eyes.

In the end, he still exposed his true colors to her.

It's just that he can't care about that much anymore.

"Wu Chong, the old man fought with you!"

An Ruosong was furious, he looked old on the outside, but as soon as he moved his hand, he was like a fierce tiger running with strength in an instant, and his body burst out with the terrifying yuan power of a powerhouse in the Divine Power Realm.

That Yuan Force condensed into a spear in mid-air, stabbing directly at Xiang Wuzhong.

Wu Chong's eyes were cold, he just raised his hand, only to see that his arm shook, forming a violent fist wind, and the heavy blow fell down, hitting An Ruosong's powerful Yuan Force.

It was like two comets colliding together, and a terrifying Yuan Force hurricane was formed in the sky above the mountain gate of the Mixed Yuan Sect.

The mountain gate of the Mixed Yuan Sect, which had stood for nearly a thousand years, swayed under the action of two strong forces, and the roots of Qi broke and collapsed.