At this point, more monks flew in. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThere are a few of them, and the Qingyun logo embroidered on the chest has seven or eight flowers, and there is one person, and the number of Qingyun has reached as many as nine.

"Senior Brother Qinglan, what's going on in the sect? Why are so many disciples dead—" The monk with nine blue clouds embroidered on his chest asked in a deep voice.

Since ancient times, the number of disciples has been an important cornerstone of the development of a sect, for the big sect, there are 100,000 disciples at every turn, and if a hundred or thousands of people die, it will not hurt the muscles and bones, but for a small sect like (Qingyun Sect), the number of disciples in the sect is only a few hundred, even if they die, it is enough for them to feel distressed, after all, people with cultivation qualifications are not easy to find, and they are not just grabbed on the street and have cultivation qualifications.

Qing Lan hurriedly winked at those monks, and hurriedly said, "Senior brother, these disciples are damned, come, let me introduce you to a few distinguished guests-"

"This is, Mu Qingcheng, Mu Daoyou-" Qing Lan pointed at Mu Qingcheng and said, while carrying Mu Qingcheng behind her back and snorting at several monks.

Those people were originally a little indignant, but the monk who looked at Mu Qingcheng and the others was suddenly startled and taken aback. There were four people in front of them, and they couldn't even see through the cultivation of one of them.

The roar suddenly flashed coldly, a blue light flashed wildly, and Mu Chengcheng released (the green twisted sword) and turned into a cyan divine dragon, roaring silently, and rolled up a dozen disciples into dozens of broken corpses in an instant.

The green dragon roared, turning into a cyan divine sword, hanging beside Mu Qingcheng, radiating an icy chill.

Mu Qingcheng was not in a hurry to make a move, just killing these low-level disciples little by little, just to see what level of shamelessness this person could reach.

Qinglan felt that her brain was a little deprived of oxygen, it was really a headache, but she was not someone else's opponent, what should I do, what should I do.

Just when Qing Lan was still thinking about shameless thoughts, the other monks couldn't help it.

"Bastard-Mu Qingcheng, you deceive people too much, although I (Qingyun Sect) offended your Mu family first, but at most I will kill some unimportant clan disciples of your Mu family, but you have already killed several of my junior disciples and nephews, and the two should also be able to be written off, why are you still aggressive-" The monk who embroidered nine green clouds shouted.

"It's nothing, because you're not as strong as me—" Mu Qingcheng said with a sneer.

The monk world is like this, the weak eat the strong, sometimes there is a disagreement, and it is also common to kill the whole family, everything is a matter of two words - 'strength' ear -

"Junior-" The monk shouted angrily, drew his sword and rushed towards Mu Chengcheng, and the monks behind him also roared angrily and killed him.

At this time, Qinglan had no choice but to be cheeky and shameless, so she could only take out a whisk in her hand and kill it.

"Hahaha-" Mu Qingcheng laughed. Untied the seal on his body, the gravity of a giant peak was suddenly superimposed on his body, and he stretched out his foot and stomped on the ground.

Boom -- like a meteorite falling, slamming into the ground, the ground suddenly cracked, cracks spread out, earth and rocks flew out, and the whole ground seemed to shake three times.

This kid is simply a humanoid fighting machine, and the strong wind brought by the wave of his palm will curl those little monks who have practiced qi for several layers like a gourd on the ground, his skin is blown open by the wind, and his mouth and nose are bleeding.

Nameless and the old Taoist priest didn't have much killing intent at this time, they were only responsible for stopping these people and not letting them escape, killing people was completely carried out by Mu Tingcheng and the incarnation, anyway, among this small sect, only the master of the sect who embroidered nine green clouds had the strength to transform into a god, and he couldn't pose a threat to Mu Tingcheng at all.

"Qingyun Illusion Sword Technique-" The long sword in the hand of the Qingyun Sect Master shouted, and the horizontal sword swept towards Mu Qingcheng.

Where the long sword of the Qingyun Gate Lord slashed, clusters of Qingyun of different shapes, or phantom dragons, phantom tigers, phantom phoenixes, or phantom green lotuses, shot towards Mu Chengcheng in unison.

"Fancy shelf—"

Mu Tingcheng commented, this sword trick is too fancy, although the sword posture is beautiful, but the power of the sword trick is dispersed into these Qingyun illusions, so that the power of the sword trick itself can not be concentrated, if you deal with a monk who is not high in cultivation, it can play a dazzling, dizzying, and poor role in resisting, but once you meet a monk with a strong cultivation, the power of this sword trick is scattered, and it happens to be broken by the other party one by one.

(Matchless War Spirit)――

Mu Tingcheng's body erupted in various states one after another, and one after another buff skills were cast, superimposed on his body, Mu Tingcheng was already enough to confront an ordinary monk at the level of God Transformation head-on.

"Blasting Meteor Fist-" Mu Qingcheng shouted, the unique meteor fluorescence of the Meteor Fist appeared from his fist, and he hit the sword technique of the Qingyun Sect Master.

Boom - bang -

Zheng――

The first sound is the sound caused by the forces of the two sides colliding with each other, the second sound is the sound of the two people's power clash and explosion, and the last sound is the crisp sound of Mu Chengcheng (Jiujiang fist glove) and the opponent's long sword touching.

With a touch, Mu Tingcheng stood in place, not moving, panting and blushing.

On the other hand, the Qingyun Sect Master took seven steps back, the bun on his head was messy, the long sword was broken in two, and the tiger's mouth holding the sword was also cracked and bleeding.

Under the huge power of Mu Qingcheng, he was not shaken away, which was already regarded as the ability of his god-transforming monk.

A few other people wanted to come over, but their avatars stopped in front of a few people in a flash, and said with a cold smile: "You are all too hard to protect yourself, do you still want to deal with others-"

Woo--The avatar opened his mouth and squirted, and a mouthful of black gas erupted, and two faint red lights were also hidden in the black gas.

These people are all monks in the Jindan period, how are they the opponents of the incarnation, but the incarnation is just playing a game of cat and mouse with them, after a few rounds, the incarnation is tired of playing, and the imperial envoy has a pair (fire dragon slashing ghost knife), turning into two flame dragons, just a roll around a few people, the sharp knife is scraped, and a few people are divided, and the killing can no longer die.

When the black gas receded, there was only a pile of corpses on the ground that could not tell who was who.

Monk Qinglan didn't want to contact Mu Qingcheng and a few people when he started to do it, so he just pretended to bluff on the edge all the time, looking for an opportunity to escape, if it weren't for the nameless and old Taoist priests watching closely, this guy would have escaped a long time ago.

At this time, seeing the incarnation slashing several masters of the Qingyun Sect, he was suddenly horrified, for fear that he would be targeted by the incarnation immediately, and he suddenly didn't dare to stay anymore, and he wanted to break through the defense of the nameless and the old Taoist priest, and wanted to escape.

But how could it be! Don was stopped.

The avatar snorted coldly, stretched out his hand, and a black qi wrapped in a faint red light shot out.

Bang -

With an explosion, Mu Qingcheng punched the body of the Qingyun Sect Master alive and exploded, blowing it into a canopy of blood mist.

Immediately following the death of the Qingyun Sect Master, the black qi shot out by the avatar carried a red light around the neck of Qinglan Monk, cutting off his head and falling to the ground.

Mu Chengcheng stretched out his hand again and released a huge blue stream of water, which swept the entire (Qingyun Sect) gate station, and after a few sucks, (Qingyun Sect) had become a ruin, all the houses had collapsed, the trees had been washed out by the roots, and all the disciples of the sect had died, and none of them were alive.

After the house collapsed, a place suspected to be the treasure house of the (Qingyun Sect) sect was revealed, and the incarnation released a few black gases, ingesting the storage magic weapons on the bodies of several monks, as for the sect treasure house, there were too many things, and no one else had such a large space treasure, Mu Tingcheng walked up and packed all the things into the NPC space.

A ten-zhang long luxury black ghost car stopped on top of the Qingyun ruins, and the four of Mu Chengcheng entered the carriage.

(The Infinite Ghost Car) rose into the air and flew straight into the air, turning into a black light and flying away.

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