In the vast Xuanxing Cave Heaven area, countless gunpowder smoke rolled, and the flames of war burned.

Mountains have collapsed, trees have broken, and the old days are no longer what they used to be.

This tragic confrontation is still going on.

But soon, this alliance of monks who came to encircle and suppress the Taixu Sect immediately caused a huge sensation when the news spread.

Every monk who fought bloodily was extremely excited.

The Nine Great Golden Pill Evil Cultivators were all exterminated under the leadership of the ancestor of the Zhang family!

Now this big sect no longer has any Jindan combat power!

As soon as this encouraging news came out, it swept in all directions like a mighty storm.

Without the powerhouses of the Jindan Realm, the threat of the Taixu Sect was undoubtedly much lower.

This made the morale of the combined army of monks soar and their hearts settled.

With the addition of Zhang Zixian and the other three Jindan monks, the already unstable evil cultivator team suffered an even greater blow.

Li Puye's injuries were not small, but with his strength, it was still relatively easy to deal with the evil cultivators below the Jin Dan.

Every time he swung his sword, he inspired a terrifying sword aura to rush away, killing many elders and disciples directly on the spot.

The group of monks who belonged to the Spirit Sword Pavilion saw the injuries suffered by their Pavilion Master, and saw that he was still struggling to kill the enemy.

Each of them was shocked, and immediately launched an attack on the evil cultivator more and more frantically.

This old great sword cultivator supported the entire sect alone, and even if he was seriously injured, he had to personally help the monks below.

He was rickety, but in the eyes of the monks of the Spirit Sword Pavilion, he was very tall.

But at the same time, every elder and disciple realized that the old pavilion master would pass away soon after this battle.

All the sadness and anxiety caused by this is very uncomfortable to come together.

"Pavilion Master......"

Some of the monks of the Spirit Sword Pavilion looked at the white-haired old man and muttered.

Two lines of tears flowed down their faces.

"All the monks of the Spirit Sword Pavilion, work with the old man to kill all this group of evil cultivators!"

An old voice with a sense of firmness, as if a big bell was ringing and echoing in everyone's ears.

Li Puye endured his injury, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

This battle was the last battle on his way to the cultivation path.

In his cloudy eyes, tears flashed, "The old man is in this life...... That's enough. ”

To be able to destroy this evil cultivator cave that endangers the common people, Li Puye feels that this is enough when his longevity is about to end.

When the elders and disciples of the Spirit Sword Pavilion heard this old voice, their chests all surged with fiery battle intent.

"Kill, follow the Pavilion Master!"

The shouts shook the earth without the slightest timidity.

One by one, the monks dressed in purple clothes were all desperate to hunt down and kill the evil cultivators of the Taixu Sect.

Everyone understood that this was the last time the Pavilion Master would lead the team to fight.

In the future, heaven and man will be separated forever.

"Brothers, kill all these brutes!

The Apocalypse General marched through the sky and shouted with his halberd held high.

When the soldiers heard the general's shout, they knew that there was no suspense, and this time the battle was a great achievement.

When the class teacher returns to the court, he will definitely get a rich reward!

With murderous intent on their faces, the soldiers formed a battle formation in an orderly manner, and surrounded and suppressed the target evil cultivators with black qi in unison.

On the other side, Gu Songzi was armed with a mountain axe and launched a frenzied slaughter.

After the battle just now, he was indeed physically and mentally exhausted.

But as soon as he can slash and kill the evil cultivators of the Taixu Sect, the whole person will raise the spirit of twelve.

After all, this kind of opportunity is too rare.

Gu Songzi never dreamed that when he was the master of the Dao Sect, he would have the honor to witness the demise of the Taixu Sect, which had been inherited for thousands of years.

He was originally afraid of this sect, and he was soon suppressed by the two Jindan evil cultivators.

Even though it was killed, this breath was still drawn!

Therefore, there is no doubt that the remaining elders and disciples of the Taixu Sect are the first to bear the brunt.

Anyway, with his own Jin Dan cultivation, even if he can only exert fifty percent of his strength, he can crush it.

"Are you alright?"

A core elder who was injured asked with concern.

His name is Yan Chun, and he was one of the people who participated in the Qinghe County Conference.

At that time, after Zhang Zixian and others came out of the meeting, they were then jointly targeted by the monks of the Taixu Sect and the Qianji Sect.

It was he who led people and Yichenzi's fellow disciples to come over and prop up the scene for Zhang Zixian and others.

At this moment, Yan Chun's red and white Taoist robes were all broken and tattered, and there were some black blood stains on them.

He is gray-faced, and his eyes are very sharp.

Gu Songzi turned to look at him after slashing a Foundation Realm elder to death.

"Do you look at the door master, do I look like something is wrong?"

Gu Songzi said with a smile.

Then, he stretched out his palm and pressed it on Yan Chun's shoulder, instilling a stream of pure true qi to recover from some injuries.

Yan Chun noticed that the injury was gradually improving, and immediately said happily: "Thank you, Lord Sect!"

"Just before ......"

Gu Songzi raised his chin, and his tone was a little arrogant, "The master of this sect also killed a Jindan evil cultivator with his own hands. ”

When Yan Chun heard this, he said admiringly: "The door master is mighty. ”

"Well, there aren't many evil cultivators left now, and this Taixu Sect will eventually perish. ”

Gu Songzi sneered.

Then his eyes flickered, and he muttered: "In the future, Qingyun Prefecture will undoubtedly be headed by the Zhang family, and we will have to coordinate the relationship well." ”

Yan Chun nodded, and for a moment remembered the elegant man who was in Qinghe County.

As everyone knows, a few years have passed, and people have already broken through from foundation building to Jindan, and have become an existence that is enough to be proud of many cultivators.

To say not to envy, that is false.

But whoever builds the foundation realm, he will want to achieve Jindan.

"Okay, you adjust your breath, and the master of this sect continues to kill the enemy. ”

After Gu Songzi finished speaking, he picked up his tomahawk and rushed forward quickly.

Looking at the distant back of the door master, Yan Chun couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "When will I become a Jindan powerhouse like the door master." ”

On one side of the battlefield.

There are hundreds of cultivators here, and they are struggling to resist the attack of a group of monks.

The blast of spells was incessant, setting off a terrifying current.

"Without Jindan's combat power, what else can you Taixu Sect use to stop it?!"

Zhang Hao laughed fiercely.

He swung his fist and blasted straight away with a trembling power.

In the air, there were bursts of flat ripples.

This cultivator was simply unstoppable, and in his continuous bombardment, there was simply one evil cultivator who could resist it.

Either the sternum is depressed and he dies, or the skull bursts and consciousness dissipates.

Everywhere the fist went, no one could stand firmly, and they all flew out upside down in unison.

Whoosh whoosh ......

Thin as transparent round blades, mixed with countless lightning bolts, shot away.

The sound of whistling filled my ears, giving people a kind of outright fear.

Some evil cultivators were directly killed on the spot, and their limbs fell scattered, and each cut was very smooth.

Zhang Shaotian's eyebrows were filled with a cold killing intent, and his silver-white hair was slowly fluttering.

The whole person exudes a cold temperament all the time.

He looked at the monks of the Taixu Sect who were still resisting, and he was about to continue to launch an offensive.

At this moment, golden rulers fell from the sky, so dazzling that people could hardly open their eyes.

The next moment, explosions erupted.

When the dust cleared, the shattered ground was littered with corpses.

"Second brother. ”

A smile appeared on Zhang Shaotian's face.

In front of his eyes, an elegant man holding a ruler fell into the sky.

"Now that the big picture has been decided, it is only the remaining remnant. ”

Zhang Zixian said softly.

Seeing the appearance of the head of the family, many clansmen were overjoyed.

"Look, it's the head of the house here!"

The voices rang out one after another, and one by one the clansmen hurriedly cast respectful glances.

"Second brother, you can count it!"

After killing the last evil cultivator, Zhang Haomeng ran over excitedly.

"Well, under my father's leadership, we successfully killed the Nine Great Evil Cultivators, and this battle was won after all. ”

Zhang Zixian said with emotion.

When he talked about his father, his eyes showed admiration.

"Dad is so awesome, I knew that with him, he would definitely be able to do it!"

Zhang Haomeng said with a smile.

"Now you are leading the team to chase down the other evil cultivators, how many evil cultivators are left in this Taixu Sect, all of them will be killed by me!"

A clear and peaceful word came out of Zhang Zixian's mouth with a murderous aura.

"Yes!"

All the family monks took action.

The next alliance of monks was able to carry out a major counteroffensive with the addition of several Jindan monks.

Every evil cultivator came to a dead end, and they couldn't help but feel hopeless and frightened.

The scenery of the past is no longer there.

This sect, which was once so powerful that it made Qingyun Prefecture tremble, became so fragile.

once clamored to create an era of evil cultivation, but it was wiped out alive in the old nest.

The Taixu Sect has become a thing of the past.

At this time, a majestic icon towered, exuding an atmosphere and majesty all the time.

The carved figures were the spiritual leaders of many monks.

"It's over. ”

Zhang Fengjiu hovered on it, looking out with his arms folded.