Dealings.

It took three days to get out of the ravine of the mountain, back to the surface of the entrance, and a day later a dirt road made of rammed earth appeared in front of him.

After he followed this road and traveled five hundred miles close to the ground, he saw a market of about 1,000 people and mules and horses, and a fishy smell came to his nose, and his mana gathered his eyes, and he looked forward, and saw more than a dozen scattered settlements in the distance, the small ones were about a few hundred people, and the large ones were only a few thousand.

Hugh saw that this place was far less densely populated than the Song Dynasty's inner state city, and it was not such a rich and prosperous place, but he still saw that there were several spiritual qi rising from the flat ground, like a straight long smoke, condensing but not dispersing, obviously there were also cultivators staying here, such a scene was invisible to ordinary people, only a monk like him could see clearly.

In advance, he knew from the map that there was a branch altar of the Liejiao, since he decided to destroy the sub-sect, he could not act recklessly, as one of the one hundred and eight Xuanmen, the true monarch in the sect was indispensable, if he went directly to the door, it would undoubtedly be the next policy, so he chose to start from this altar, and first destroy the sub-altar of the Liejiao one by one,

Xiaoyu Mountain, the altar of the Liejiao.

Yang Haishan, as the owner of the altar here, lived freely in the Song Kingdom, on this day he was as usual, listening to the same whiskers and horses of his subordinates, and narrating the affairs of the altar, although these little things did not need to be dealt with by him personally, but he enjoyed this feeling of being high and dominating all beings, so he would personally inquire about the affairs of no matter how big or small, which made the people below suffer, and the other stewards were like fictitious, and they dared not speak out.

"I guess I'm not looking for the wrong place. ”

Suddenly, an extremely cold voice came from outside the main hall, and then, a slender black shadow slowly walked in from outside the door, gradually showing in front of everyone, he had black hair, a gray shirt, a cold face, and his eyes showed a ruthless color, like a netherworld, standing between heaven and earth.

A force as if encountering a natural enemy, the impact of the destruction sword intent on the minds of every monk present was a tremor from the soul, as if at this moment, the person in front of them had turned into a giant beast.

The fluctuations from the soul caused the sea of consciousness of the people present to set off big waves one after another, and even showed signs of shattering, rolling down as if countless spring thunders exploded in their bodies and ears at the same time.

The monks who were present at the Dragon and Tiger Realm, at this time, there were huge waves in the sea of knowledge, and the sea of knowledge was shattered with a bang, blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and he took a few steps back and planted himself on the ground, his body twitched uncontrollably, and every time he twitched, a large amount of blood gushed out from the seven orifices.

Yang Haishan's expression changed greatly, knowing that his Jindan realm was also shaken, and the little god of knowing Haihai Jindan was involuntarily shattered, his face was shocked, he took a few steps back, and without any hesitation, his body immediately turned into Changhong and flew out instantly, and he couldn't afford to fight.

He was scared, from the moment that figure appeared, he thought that this person was the Dao Immortal Palace's wanted bounty, and was called the Sword Demon by the monks of the Middle Domain! As a five-grade Jindan monk, within the scope of Nandou City, Yang Haishan had never been afraid, even if it was a Jindan monk with a higher rank than him, he had never encountered it, although he couldn't beat it, but he never had the intention of being afraid.

This was the first and only time he was scared after marrying the Wupin Jindan. So, almost without thinking, he immediately ran away. If it was in the past, even if he fled, he would never choose the first one, with his heart, he would definitely secretly wait for others to escape first, and then choose a safe direction to escape.

But now, he has a feeling that if he doesn't escape immediately, immediately, and as soon as possible, there is only one way to die!

Looking at the rest of the monks, one by one, their expressions also changed instantly, especially those low-level monks who fell to the ground without a trace and died, and the dragon and tiger monk Xudan monk who was present fled without hesitation, and one by one immediately used twelve points of spiritual power, turning into several Changhong in all directions and scattering, fleeing quickly, for fear that he would be a little slower.

Standing in the main hall for a hundred miles, his spiritual sense was swept away, and the people who fled immediately appeared in his heart, and a trace of sarcasm flashed in his heart, and the sword was not unsheathed, and the sword was pointed at the wine jar on the table, and the wine immediately turned into a rain of swords, with the sword intent of destruction, and suddenly caught up with the fleeing people.

The people who fled to mid-air had no power to resist in the rain of swords, and they were pierced by the rain of swords, fell from mid-air, and died of exhaustion.

Yang Haishan, seeing the sword rain in the sky, shooting like a shock, made him even more frightened, I don't know where the evil star came from so ruthless, he opened the killing without asking the reason, he was panicked in his heart, gritted his teeth and touched the storage ring, turned out a few pills, and swallowed it in his mouth without thinking, after the spiritual power catalyzed, he bit the tip of his tongue, and after spewing blood mist, his hands quickly played several spiritual senses in the fog, and his body withered rapidly with the beating of spiritual sense, but the speed increased several times, leaving an afterimage in the same place, and his body had rushed out of a hundred miles.

Baili was indifferent, his body pierced the sky like a meteor, and he saw him from a distance, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, the sword pointed a little forward, and a sword light disappeared immediately, instantly appearing a hundred miles away, "the sword is gone".

Yang Haishan was in a panic during the flight, suddenly his heart ached, and when he lowered his head, a sword light penetrated through his chest, shattering his golden pill, and floating backwards, he opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound, his eyes became darker and darker, and finally his body was crooked and fell from mid-air. Before he died, he never understood why all this happened suddenly.

In a short period of time, a branch altar under the Xuanmen was thought to be purgatory, and those who could survive were some ordinary people who came to do chores.

The last person left was the deputy altar master Qian Kun, who was the first to escape, and the more he ran, the cooler his heart became, especially when his spiritual sense swept away, he saw Baili Lonely, which made his scalp tingle.

In just such a short period of time, the other party actually killed all the monks except him, such a terrible "sword demon", "Could it be that he is in the Yuan Infant Stage?" Qian Kun trembled in his heart, but then denied this idea, and the Dao Immortal Hall made it clear that this person's cultivation was Jindan.

Baili Lonely was unhurriedly behind, staring at Qian Kun who had run far away, sneering in his heart, this speed was several times faster than others, but Baili Lonely was not in a hurry, looking at Bai Li Lonely who was getting closer and closer, Qian Kun gritted his teeth and turned the direction, he remembered that not far away was the cultivation place where the Sect Spirit killed the four guests, and he didn't care about anything else in front of him in the life and death crisis, he just asked others to hinder the other party a little.

He used twelve points of spiritual power, galloping at the maximum speed, Wuyan Peak, is a towering giant mountain, the attic on the mountain is everywhere, a thousand years ago it was a large sect nearby, but unfortunately after a thousand years the sect declined, and after being wiped out by the Liejiao in one fell swoop, it became one of the branches.

On this day, the disciples were practicing separately, the four brothers suddenly opened their eyes from meditation, looked at each other, hurriedly pushed the door out, and saw Qian Kun flying in embarrassment in mid-air, he had not yet approached, so he shouted loudly, "The four junior disciples cooperate with all the disciples of Wuyan Peak, quickly stop the person who is pursuing behind me, and do not allow this person to fly out of Wuyan Peak for half a step, if he can succeed, he will be rewarded with ten thousand high-grade spirit stones!"

As soon as the four of them appeared, they heard Qian Kun's voice, and the four of them were stunned and their complexions changed slightly, the enemy who could make the three senior brothers flee for their lives, how could the four of them resist, at this moment, a light in the distance was approaching, and before they could figure out what was going on, they saw the sword rain falling all over the sky, and in an instant, the sword rain covered the entire Wuyan Mountain, in front of the sword rain with sword intent like a storm, even if it was a spiritual weapon law, it could not save their lives, and the four of them had no resistance and the monks all over the mountain did not fall, and all died.

Qian Kun flew so fast for so long, his spiritual power couldn't keep up, he patted the storage bag, took out the elixir and took it, but after such a delay, the distance between Baili Lin and him was closer, he didn't dare to have the slightest delay, and went straight to the altar in the direction of religion.

In the following month, with the news of the destruction of the branch altars of the three sects one after another, the monks in the Song Kingdom set off a monstrous wave in their hearts, and the news spread too quickly, almost all the cultivators in the Song Kingdom knew about it, and they all flew out one by one, looking around for news, and the final news made everyone puzzled, and the Daoxian Hall bounty list ranked first under the realm of the Daojun "Sword Demon Silence" , Thinking of the rich reward, many people have moved their minds, but the strange thing is that the Liejiao has not made large-scale actions, gradually, there are more and more monks in mid-air, and other monks from other Gaozhou countries have also rushed here, not for anything else but to see if there is a chance.

On this day, Baili Lin came here with Qian Kun, the last altar on the route of the Legion Pope, and found that the building had already been empty, Qian Kun had already been haggard along the way, and he had already understood that Baili Lone's idea had been insisted on here only because of the belief in survival, until today, looking at the empty altar, and the monks in the sect who had not appeared, when the last hope was shattered, Qian Kun chose to self-destruct.

Baili Lin didn't even look at him, and then there were countless monks around him, a group of people who were blinded by interests, a good Dao Immortal Palace, the cold light in Baili Lone's eyes became heavier and heavier, and finally he suddenly stopped flying, looked at the people around him, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his voice was like the wind of a glacier, and it was transmitted far away, "Within three breaths, those who remain here, die!"

After speaking, he closed his eyes, and after three breaths, Baili opened his eyes, the sword intent of destruction flashed in his eyes, and the sword rain with sword intent unfolded wildly, and a large-scale battle began, within the scope of spiritual consciousness, killing the dragon and tiger monk was as simple as crushing ants, and they died screaming one by one, and the rest of the people showed unprecedented horror on their faces, and they retreated one after another.

Gradually, most of the monks used their whole body aura to flee quickly, but these fleeing monks often did not flee far before their heads exploded and blood scattered and died in a flash of sword light.

Baili Lone's face was cold, revealing a ruthless color, and his eyes were even more cold, and everywhere he passed, all the monks were under the sword light, howling to death.

The sky is full of sword rain with the sword intent of destruction, specifically picking on the monks of the Jindan period, as for those dragon and tiger periods, they are just affected, at this moment, many monks, their hearts are no longer greedy, but deeply afraid, blood is like a rain curtain, which is shocking, and the bright red color is like a sea of blood in Shura.

In addition, those monks who escaped were also frightened, as long as the sword light flashed, one person would definitely die, as if it was a killer who had hidden his body, harvesting one soul after another, just a stick of incense time, even those monks who escaped far away, were also killed and injured under the attack of the sword light.

At this moment, in the dense forest thousands of miles away, seven or eight old-looking monks, all of them were silent, just frowning and staring at Baili Lonely, and the fear in their eyes became stronger and stronger.