The immortal cultivators of the Dementor Sect present were all stunned.

They didn't even perceive how Meng Chuan made a move, and with just a finger from the tip of their sword, they actually killed an elder who had cultivated extremely high in their sect.

What a tactic this is, it is simply unheard of.

"It's just an ant, and you deserve to shout at me?" Meng Chuan stood with his sword, his voice was extremely ethereal, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

"Anyway, it's the scum of the world, and I'm going to wipe it out with a sword, and sooner or later someone will come out and tell me where you imprisoned my mother's spirit. ”

After saying that, Meng Chuan held high the demon suppression, and the blood and qi on his body were magnificently dispersed, condensed on the tip of the sword, and then slowly swung out with a sword.

In an instant, the Dementor Sect was silent for a few seconds, and only this bright sword qi crossed the heavens and the earth.

The ground suddenly began to shake, at first it was just a small fragment, and finally it became more and more violent, and the entire sect almost flew into the sand.

"Such power...... This person is definitely a psychic!Everyone run!" An old man in a white robe waved his hand and shouted, he had the highest realm among the people, and he could feel the horror of Meng Chuan's sword even more.

After he shouted, he didn't even have the courage to resist at all, so he turned around and flew away to the depths of the sect.

The rest of the people saw that the Great Elder took the lead in escaping, and where did they still have the courage to argue with Meng Chuan, who were originally aggressive.

What kind of evil did this Dementor Sect create? It was really terrible to provoke a psychic to come and make trouble!

The monks of the Dementor Sect fled in a swarm following the white-robed old man, and some monks who reacted slowly and slowly were caught up by Meng Chuan's sword qi, and they were cut in two in the air, spilling out large areas of blood.

With his sword, at least dozens of Soul Dementor Sect monks were killed on the spot.

Just as this sword qi was about to catch up with the remaining people, a gray defensive formation lit up in the middle of the Dementor Sect, protecting most of the Dementor Sect sect in it.

There were countless powerful ghosts and souls wandering in this formation, and Meng Chuan's sword qi slashed at the formation, which immediately provoked countless unjust souls in the formation to go forward and kill one after another, constantly resisting and dissipating this sword qi.

After the chaos, although Meng Chuan's sword qi wiped out all the tens of thousands of unjust souls and ghosts, the sword qi itself also dimmed, and finally calmed down.

Although the entire formation has been somewhat destroyed, it still exists.

Meng Chuan was not surprised that his sword qi did not wipe out the Dementor Sect, because the Dementor Sect was also an Immortal Cultivation Sect, even if the background could only be regarded as the last in the Immortal Cultivation Sect, it was impossible for him to be destroyed so easily.

However, any Dharma cultivation sect that has some background will definitely set up a great array of apologetics in the Dao system.

The Guardian Sect of the Dementor Sect is not unexpected, it should be this formation that blocks his sword qi.

As early as when he entered here, Meng Chuan noticed that there was a bottomless pit in the very center of the Dementor Sect, and the pit was full of resentment, which was very abnormal, and it was mostly a burst of eyes.

Now it seems that this is indeed the case, and Meng Chuan can feel that the unjust ghosts who formed the Great Guardian Array rushed out of that deep pit.

It's just that the scope of action of these unjust ghosts is limited, and they can only protect most of the Dementor Sect.

Those Dementor Sect monks who had fled into the formation gathered together, and they immediately breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that Meng Chuan's sword qi could not break through his own apologetic array, they immediately came to the confidence again, and actually scolded Meng Chuan in the formation.

Meng Chuan couldn't help but feel funny, the dignified Immortal Cultivation Sect was actually the same as the disciples in the market, this Soul Cultivator Sect really lost face to the so-called Immortal Cultivation Sect.

"Hurry up and invite the three sect masters to come and subdue this kid! He is a psychic person, and he dares to come to our Dementor Sect alone to make trouble, and he must not be spared!" An initiation elder shouted angrily, allowing a few monks to enter the depths of the sect and invite the speaker of the sect.

Meng Chuan didn't bother to pay attention to these people, if he wanted to break the Soul Sect's Guardian Array, it would not be difficult for Meng Chuan, but Meng Chuan didn't want to waste his time and strength in vain.

Meng Chuan put away the demon suppression, took out the soul bell left by the ghost-faced mother-in-law, injected his blood into it, and then shook it.

Suddenly, one sound wave after another rippled out, this sound wave was pervasive, even though the Soul Sect's Guardian Array could resist the sword qi of the Demon Suppression, but it was a little stretched thin for the sound wave of the Soul Bell.

This sound wave bypassed the unjust ghosts of the Guardian Array, and its power was not weakened much, all of which acted on these people of the Soul Guardian Sect.

Most of the monks of the Dementor Sect were mourned before they could react

The sonic waves of the soul bell were damaged. The Initiation Elder suddenly bled from his seven orifices, and he fell from the air without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and the ordinary disciples of the lower realm even exploded and died.

Just when these disciples and elders of the Dementor Sect were about to be slaughtered by Meng Chuan, a skeleton formed by black mist suddenly appeared in the depths of the sect, towering and tall, huge, and devoured towards Meng Chuan after passing through the Great Guardian Array.

Meng Chuan's eyes narrowed, and the soul in his hand shook even more violently, and the sound waves visible to the naked eye rippled, turning into a gang wind blowing towards the huge skull.

This skeleton originally opened its big mouth and wanted to bite Meng Chuan off at the waist, but in the face of such an attack, it was difficult to advance for a while, and finally it was completely blown away by the sound waves, turning into wisps of gray mist.

This trick doesn't seem to be a big deal, but as soon as he fights Meng Chuan, he knows that the person who made the move must be a psychic, and his strength is not weak.

Sure enough, seeing that he didn't succeed in a single blow, three figures sprang out near the deep pit in the depths of the sect, and each figure had a thick gray mist lingering around them, making it impossible to see their figures.

These three are all above the Psychic Realm, but there are slight differences in strength.

The three of them seemed to be very confident in their own strength, and they actually passed through the Guardian Formation directly and flew in front of Meng Chuan unsuspectingly.

After the three of them flew over, the gray mist on their bodies dissipated a little, and only then could they see that it was not any gray mist, but the souls that had been wrapped around them, and each wisp contained great resentment.

These three people are of different ages and shapes, and the one standing in the middle looks like a child of seven or eight years old, with red lips and white teeth, and a tiger's head.

The one on the left looked normal, a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in a gray robe with a long goatee.

On the right, he is older, with long gray hair and wrinkled faces.

These three people looked like three generations of grandchildren, and even the eyebrows were somewhat similar, but Meng Chuan knew that this was not the case.

Because the most profound of the three is the child standing in the middle, and the worst is the old man on the side.

Generally speaking, the older you get, the longer you cultivate, the deeper your realm becomes, and the situation of these three people is obviously reversed.

Therefore, Meng Chuan judged that it was very inaccurate to infer the age of the three people from their appearance.

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