Ling Du Dao was really sorry in his heart.

Although this group of disciples is not very qualified and unwilling to work hard, after all, they are in the name of master and apprentice, and they are even more heartfelt. Now he was bombarded by Zhou Qingtian like this, like pinching an ant to death.

But what he was really angry about was that Zhou Qingtian was indiscriminate, and slaughtered innocent disciples like this, which was simply murderous, and he didn't treat this group of disciples as human beings!

'Boom'

Under the anger, Ling Du Daoren changed his original forbearance, and the momentum around his body skyrocketed, like an abyss and a sea, as if he had broken through the shackles of a half-immortal and entered an incredible realm, vaguely able to compete with Zhou Qingtian.

"Dust Sword!"

I saw Ling Du Daoist shouting violently, grabbing the white dust, spinning in the air, and at the same time a violent storm of vitality blew around him. Countless dusty white threads, all separated, divided into tens of millions, and then gathered violently, the corners were sharp, the cold light shone, and the shape of a sword was formed.

This whisk is the ancestral treasure of Fuyun Mountain, called the 'whisk sword', usually held in the hand, it looks like an ordinary whisk of dust, but when encountering a strong enemy, it can awaken the sword intent inside the whisk, turn into a four-foot long sword, kill the enemy and become famous.

'Shhh ’

As if even the void has been cut, this dust sword, although it is condensed with dust silk, is no different from the real fairy sword, not inferior to the fairy sword of the Cangsong Daoist, sharp and murderous.

"Go!"

Ling Du Daoist let out a clear roar, swung his sword violently, rolled this huge storm of vitality, and stabbed at Zhou Qingtian head.

Seeing Zhou Qingtian shaking his head and sneering, he said contemptuously: "It's just a small skill of carving insects, just a half-immortal, and you should also get an axe in front of this immortal monarch?"

As he spoke, he slapped the table suddenly, and the vast true power gathered over, turning the table, chairs, benches, and teacups into powder in an instant.

The so-called immortal monarch is a human immortal, and he drives the power of heaven and earth with every move, at this point, although Ling Du Dao people can also do it, but after all, it is far worse than Zhou Qingtian.

'Boom!'

It was as if the sky was falling apart, and the entire Fuyun Mountain seemed to have shook several times.

From a distance, I saw that on the top of the mountain, it was as if a cloud burst bomb exploded, and the whole floating cloud temple was wiped out, and a large area of bricks, tiles, earth and stones exploded, covering half of the sky.

The original green peaks seem to have been flattened at this time.

'Poof!'

More than 100 meters away, Ling Du Daoist lay on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of essence blood, although the dust was still in his hand, it had been completely dispersed, and the dust was scattered, and he could no longer condense the sword type.

Looking at the more than a dozen disciples who died tragically around him, Ling Du Daoren laughed miserably:

"It's because the teacher is incompetent, and he can't protect you!"

Just now, the Lingdu Daoist gathered his lifelong cultivation and condensed the Dust Sword, but he still couldn't fight against the power of this human immortal, and he was defeated in an instant. At the critical moment, he couldn't take care of the disciples in the room, so he could only grab the youngest Qingqing nearby and desperately save her.

"Master... Senior brother..."

Qing Qing had a distracted expression on her face, and she looked at the ruins in front of her. It was once its own sect and its own home.

At this moment, a figure walked out of the wind and smoke, holding a folding fan in his hand, looking elegant, and snorted contemptuously.

"Zhou Xianjun, don't kill innocents indiscriminately, the immortal master of your faction didn't kill us!"

Ling Du Daoren's face turned pale and shouted in a hissed voice.

"Nonsense, of course I know. Zhou Qingtian shook the folding fan with a contemptuous expression, "Just because you ants are not worthy of killing them." Now I'll give you a chance to tell me the real murderer, and I'll let you master and apprentice go on the road together. ”

"Okay, then I'll tell you who the real murderer is. ”

Ling Du Daoren snorted, secretly condensed the last mana, and shook off the dust violently, and thousands of white silks transformed into sword shapes again.

"Apprentice, go to Fuyun Valley and ask Zhang Xianjun for help!"

After Ling Du Daoren turned his head and finished speaking, he shoved the dust sword into Qing Qing's hand, and immediately pinched the magic trick.

'Bang-'

The Floating Cloud Sword carried Qing Qing away from the dust, like a meteor, rushing to the southern horizon.

After sending off the last apprentice, Ling Du Daoren turned his head to look at Zhou Qingtian with a relieved expression: "From now on, to the south, fifty miles away in the Floating Cloud Valley, the person who killed your Huangshan Sect is there. If you have the guts, go ahead..."

His voice grew lower and softer, and when he said the last word, he had just exhausted all his vital energy and sat down on the spot.

"Hmph, is this a radical method?"

Zhou Qingtian frowned, picked up the jade pendant on his waist, and urged the mana, a divine pattern appeared on the surface of the jade pendant, glowing in the void, and then dissipated.

This is the unique magic weapon of the Huangshan Sect, which can use the jade pendant to report to the sect, and when you go out, as long as it is not more than a thousand miles, you can report the information to the sect in time through the formation.

"The sect already knows that I have found the real murderer, and at most an hour, the helper will come. ”

Zhou Qingtian stood in place and muttered: "It's a pity that she ran away for a while, looking at her direction, she is also going south, what if she goes to ventilate and report the news, and let the real murderer run away?"

Thinking of this, Zhou Qingtian frowned.

First of all, it can be determined that the real murderer must be a human immortal, otherwise it is impossible to easily kill so many immortal masters in seconds. With the ability of an immortal, if you intend to escape, it is still difficult to be caught.

"Or... Lao Tzu went over to investigate the situation first, and then weeded and eradicated... Even if I encounter the real murderer, I may not be an opponent, and even if I can't beat it, it shouldn't be a problem to drag it to the same door to help!"

Zhou Qingtian made up his mind, his figure flickered, turned into an afterimage of the Dao, and rushed south.

......

'Bang-'

The Dust Breeze Sword pierced through the clouds and dust, like a rocket, and rushed towards the south with Qing Qing, but with the fall of Ling Du Daoren, the Dust Breeze Sword lost its mana support and gradually began to sway.

But it still adhered to its mission, even though its master had passed away, it still flew dozens of kilometers south, and finally used up all its mana and inserted it into a rock outside the Floating Cloud Valley.

"Yikes!"

Qing Qing fell from the air to the ground, barely used his mana to stabilize his body, and rolled on the grass several times before finally getting up.

Ignoring the gray face of his body, he turned around and hurriedly ran in the direction of Fuyun Valley.

"Zhang Xianjun! Zhang Xianjun... Zhang"

Before the third voice was shouted, Qing Qing's expression froze, and her body didn't seem to obey the call, and she couldn't move forward anymore.

Seeing a figure flickering by, like a ghost, Zhou Qingtian appeared in front of Qingqing out of thin air, cranked a folding fan in his hand, and said with a smile:

"Little girl, where are you going?"

He spoke in a very magnetic voice, with a graceful demeanor, as if he were a polite scholar, and he couldn't tell that he was a murderous executioner.

"What about my master? you, what did you do to my master?"

Seeing this person, Xiao Qing couldn't help but turn extremely pale, and he had a faint bad premonition in his heart.

"I've already sent your master on the road, don't let your old master wait for a long time on Huangquan Road. Zhou Qingtian cranked the folding fan in his hand, looked around, and said with a smile:

"By the way, what were you shouting about Zhang Xianjun just now? He is the backer of your Fuyun Temple?"

"If you kill innocents indiscriminately, you will definitely be punished!" Qing Qingbei gritted lightly.

"Hehe!" Zhou Qingtian shook his head and chuckled, as if he had heard the funniest joke.

"As far as I'm concerned, you're just a cultivator of ants, trampling a few ants to death, where is the retribution?"

Zhou Qingtian's smile was almost like a devil in Qingqing's eyes.

Suddenly, a white ray of light pierced the void and slashed towards Zhou Qingtian.

'Bang!'

This white mang, which seemed to be unexpected and very powerful, was split by Zhou Qingtian with one palm. After being busy and shattering, a handful of scattered dust appeared, falling to the ground, and there was no longer any spiritual power fluctuation.

"Stinky Taoist, you still want to put me together when you die, it's really uneasy. ”

Zhou Qingtian shook his head and scolded with a smile, then looked at Qing Qingdao:

"What kind of bullshit Zhang Xianjun is, it seems that he is staying around here. Why is he still a shrunken turtle and doesn't dare to come out? Could it be that he has already sneaked away? Haha, I thought that you Fuyunguan relied on some powerful role, and he was also a coward after a long time. Zhou Qingtian laughed.

That's when it happened.

A faint voice came from behind:

"Are you talking about me?"

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