One move, another move.

Three strong men in the early stage of Jindan, two were defeated and one was seriously injured.

Qin Tian stood alone with his sword, and purple clouds were floating around him, reflecting him like a sword immortal descending from the sky.

Ao Jin's clothes were torn into strips of cloth, and his clothes were not covered; Ren Hang's qi was disordered, and his chest was heaving badly; Wen Ye was even more miserable, clearly without the slightest external injury, but he lay motionless on the ground, with more air in and less air out.

"The heavens are above... What kind of monster is this kid?!"

"I know a little about physiognomy, and its bone age will never exceed twenty!"

"Terrible! Could it be that he grew up eating elixir and drinking spiritual springs?!"

Everyone in the audience was shocked and frightened, and their eyes looking at Qin Tian were full of awe.

This shocking talent is enough to be proud of the entire Heavenly Peak, and I am afraid that only when the old lady is young, can he compare with it.

When they see a genius walking in front of them, they will inevitably feel jealousy and resentment.

But if this person has reached the point where it is beyond their reach, then the only thing left in their hearts to witness the rise of this new star is reverence and emotion.

To be in the same era with such a person is both sad and honorable.

Qin Tian was not interested in their psychological changes, and cast a playful gaze on Ao Jin, and said, "Do you want to continue?"

At this time, Ao Jin is no longer graceful, but can only drum up spiritual power to cover some important parts, saving a certain caterpillar from being exposed to everyone.

If it weren't for Fang Cai seeing that the situation was not good and retreating, I'm afraid his fate would not be much better than Wen Ye.

There was poisonous fire swaying in his narrow eyes, and he said angrily: "Shui Yunju is my father Ao Xuan's dojo, and I can't allow you to talk nonsense!"

Qin Tian said angrily: "If you can't win, you have to fight, if you can't win, you dare to use your father's name to suppress me?!"

With that, he swung his sword and threatened, "Believe it or not, I'll kill your turtle son?!"

Ao Jin's expression was gloomy, he crushed a three-legged golden toad jade talisman on his waist, and said with murderous intent: "I want you to have no return today!"

At the same time, in a hidden side hall of Shui Yunju, a black light rushed into the sky, and with lightning speed, it landed here and fell behind Ao Jin.

The visitor was a slender old man, with wrinkles as deep as ravines, crisscrossed and horizontal, his eyes were yellow and cloudy, revealing a twilight aura, which at first glance looked like a lifeless rotten wood.

The cultivation of the late stage of the Jindan was not fake, and it did not urge the slightest spiritual power, which caused the space in the ten zhang to be distorted in a strange way.

The old man's voice was dry and hoarse, like pieces of iron rubbing against each other, and said, "I don't know what happened when the second young master woke up the old slave?"

Ao Jin's murderous intent was calm, but his tone was extremely calm, as if he was reading out the judgment of Qin Tian: "This son is ferocious, insulting my father, hurting my guests, and destroying my palace, the crime is unforgivable!

"Shadow Slave" is just a code name, and as for the old man's real name, even Ao Jin doesn't know.

It is rumored that he was an evil monk on the side of the troubles a hundred years ago, and was later captured by the Demon Hunting Division sent by the Han family, and in the end, it was the great worship Ao Xuan who came forward to save his life.

Later, I don't know what agreement the two sides reached, and the shadow slave chose to serve Ao Xuan as the main one, and was willing to become the house slave of the house slave.

"Commanded. ”

The shadow slave's voice didn't fluctuate in the slightest, like a machine that could only carry out orders.

He slowly raised his withered palm, and suddenly a black cloud swollen, condensing into a giant palm the size of a millstone, ghostly and slapping down on the top of Qin Tian's head.

Qin Tian was not afraid, but was a little eager to try, how strong he was after marrying Dan, even he himself did not have a specific concept.

Perhaps only the old man in the late stage of Jindan in front of him is qualified to serve as his touchstone.

Qin Tian's eyes were like lightning, and he threw the sword transformed by spiritual power, dragging a purple-gold brilliant arc of light in the air, colliding with the ghost hand.

"Snort"

The power of the two was evenly divided, and at the same time it was annihilated, and only a wave of qi swept around, making everyone in the audience almost unable to open their eyes.

The next moment, Qin Tian patted the storage bag on his waist, and the rusty sword fell into his hand, and he stepped on his feet, leaving a vague afterimage along the way, raising his sword and flying close to the ground.

The shadow slave was expressionless, the black qi on his side was rolling, and under a closer look, there were countless uncertain faces bound in it, twisted and hideous, and let out bursts of heart-wrenching wails, and there were thousands of unjust ghosts.

With a wave of his wide sleeved robe, the black qi suddenly condensed, and if it turned into a surging demon sea, it was emptying with turbid waves, surging out towards Qin Tian's direction.

"Hmph"

Qin Tian snorted lightly, and his mind moved slightly, and the golden pill in the sea of qi rotated extremely quickly, turning from purple to red, followed by a huge Vermilion Bird Phantom manifestation behind him.

The crimson rosefinch cried clearly, its wings extended, and then there was a sea of fire, and the temperature was terrifying, almost burning the void out of a hole.

The sea of fire and the sea of demons are distinct, separated from each other, and the two completely different energies converge, scattering wisps of devastating aftermath, causing everyone in the audience to try their best to resist it.

"Boom"

The whole hall shook violently, the masonry fell off, the dome cracked, and the beams and columns crumbled.

"Oh no! it's going to collapse!"

Everyone realized that something was wrong and fled one after another.

Ten breaths later, the main hall collapsed, leaving only the ruins and broken walls on the ground, leaving a conspicuous scar on the water cloud residence.

Ao Jin's face was iron-blue, he couldn't wait to eat Qin Tian's flesh and drink Qin Tian's blood, and in addition to resentment, he was mixed with a sense of powerlessness that he didn't want to admit.

I thought that with the help of the shadow slave, he would be able to easily subdue Qin Tian, but I never thought that he would hide so deeply, even if he fought against the strong men in the later stage of Jindan, he would not show his decline.

The two sides were still at a stalemate, and the drumming qi engine rolled up a strong wind, blowing away the smoke and dust.

The old man's evil power was surging, like a nine ghost envoy.

Qin Tian bathed in the firelight, like a fire god.

Shadow Nu took out a crystal skull from his sleeve and said astringently, "Junior, you are very good, but it will end here." ”

He had words in his mouth, and the crystal skeleton was also glowing at the same time.

"Whew"

The next moment, as the black mist boiled, a group of resentful spirits struggled out of it, men and women, old and young, their faces distorted to the shape of inhumans, all of them were wiped out of their souls, and only the primitive desire for flesh and blood of the living remained.

Qin Tian looked disgusted and said, "Pickled little Dao'er!"

After saying that, the five fingers of his left hand pinched like flying, and in an instant, nine seals were formed.

Immediately, the dark clouds above the sky pressed on the top, the sea of clouds rolled, the electric light appeared and disappeared from time to time, and the low muffled sound was endless.

"Edict!"

At the sound of an order, the thunder overturned like a slurry, like the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, drowning all the unjust souls in it.

This kind of filthy evil method was the most restrained by the thunder law, and hundreds of unjust souls didn't have time to let out a scream, and under the baptism of Tianwei, they turned into a puff of black smoke and dissipated.