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When the stalemate was at a stalemate, three more monks flew in from outside, but these were three old men, all of them male cultivators, and they were also wearing the same clothes as the three inside.

"Seniors have mercy." As soon as the three men entered, they saluted.

"Hmph" Wang Qingmin waved his hand and threw the flying sword to the ground, and there was a "boom" sound, and a big hole was hit on the ground, and the flying sword inside was also lost, and the sword body became a little curved, and it looked like it could no longer be used.

Seeing that Wang Qingmin didn't kill the three disciples with a heavy hand, the three new old men all breathed a sigh of relief and glared at the three of them: "Shameful things, don't go back quickly." ”

The three of them had long wanted to leave, so they took this opportunity to escape from this place and hurriedly ran outside the hall.

Wang Qingmin looked at it coldly, but he didn't make a move at the three of them.

With his cultivation in his infancy, dealing with these guerrilla pawns can kill them with just a pressure of his divine sense.

"Thank you seniors, juniors Sacred Heart Sword Sect Jian Lingzi, this is the junior disciples Jian Huizi and Jian Yuezi, the juniors and the three of them accidentally offended, please also ask the seniors Haihan." The man who was the leader of the three.

The three of them could never have imagined that in such a small country, such a Yuanying Monk would appear, and their own disciples would actually anger him.

"I don't want to hear who you are, let's say, why did you come to this Su country, that's right, maybe I'll let you live, if you can't say a reason, don't blame me for being unkind." Wang Qingmin said coldly.

"Senior, please go to our flying hall first, after all, this place is full of mortals." The leading monk looked around and said with some hesitation.

Wang Qingmin waved his hand, "click", and a bolt of lightning slashed down from the top of the hall and hit the man's side.

"Senior, listen to me."

The leader of the three was obviously frightened, and could no longer care about the mortals, so he hurriedly told the reason why his faction hid here.

"As the predecessors know, two years ago, the battle between our human race and the evil abyss began again, and the only Yuanying Patriarch of our sect, the Holy Sword Invincible Immortal Immortal, was also recruited, and he had no choice but to go to the abyss battlefield on behalf of the sect. Until recently, there was news that the patriarch had died in battle, and our faction had lost the Yuanying patriarch, so we could only leave the sect station, raise the faction and flee, and finally end up here, so we were ready to let Su Guo obey the arrangement of this faction, in fact, I just wanted to find a place to stay. This is what happened, and please ask the seniors to spare us for the sake of the fact that it is not easy for everyone to cultivate immortals. When the monk had finished speaking, he took the lead and bowed deeply.

"Hehe, so that's the case, it's rare for you to confess like this, so, just go all the way." After Wang Qingmin finished speaking, the coercion of divine consciousness instantly descended on the three of them.

"Poof" The three of them each spit out a mouthful of blood, and the coercion of the Yuan Infant Stage was not something that their Jindan monks could resist.

"It's not good, junior brother, fight with him." The man who had just led the speech shouted. With a movement of his senses, he took out a flying sword and slashed into a golden light to hit Wang Qingmin.

"Ice Whirlwind!" Wang Qingmin waved his right hand and used this group attack spell.

The three of them thought that standing together could better resist Wang Qingmin, but they didn't expect to provide Wang Qingmin with the convenience of killing them.

The flying sword that rushed over was flashed by Wang Qingmin's figure, and directly hit the throne of the country lord behind him, smashing that seat to pieces.

It was the only attack the trio unleashed, and the rest was their struggle in the ice whirlwind.

You must know that this ice whirlwind can't even run away from the monks of the Yuan Infant Stage, not to mention these monks of the Jindan Stage, a few whirlwinds go down, and the three of them are dying, the flesh and blood on their bodies have been blown by the wind blade and the ice edge, and the original Yin Soul is easy to say, after all, they are not entities in the first place, but the scene of this real person suffering from the ice whirlwind is really terrifying.

Wang Qingmin did not hesitate, and directly cast the last whirlwind and killed the three of them.

A smell of blood emanated from the main hall, wafting through this hall.

The generals in the palace all widened their eyes and looked at the terrifying scene in front of them in horror.

Is this a battle between immortal masters? It's really scary, the immortal master doesn't take the lives of their mortals seriously, and the immortal master doesn't take the lives of other immortals even more seriously.

Wang Qingmin ignored everyone, he flashed from the main hall and came to the sky above the two-story tower outside.

The terrifying divine consciousness almost turned into substance, and instantly squeezed into it.

A monk who was meditating and resting under this powerful and abnormal coercion spat blood directly from his mouth and fell to the ground wailing.

The highest cultivation in this group of monks is the three Jindan monks just now, and the others are some foundation building and qi refining monks, and at the moment, under the pressure of Wang Qingmin, the Yuanying monk, none of them can run away, and at most they hold on for two rings, and finally die under the pressure of Wang Qingmin.

This kind of coercion of heaven and earth suddenly turning into a mountain is really not something that these people who don't even have divine sense can resist, this is the fundamental gap in rank, and these monks don't have the slightest power to resist.

The divine sense swept over this huge tower, and at this time, there was no living person in it, and the immortal masters who were arrogant here in the past were now all the souls of Wang Qingmin's hands.

Wang Qingmin fell from the air to the door of the main hall, ignored the ministers who were watching at the door, and walked directly to Jingchen.

"Okay, Jingchen, I'm done, find a place to rest." He didn't seem to see Jingchen standing next to Jingchen at all.

"Immortal Master, I'll arrange it, there is the best wine and the most rare food in the palace, please be sure to stay in the Immortal Master." Jingye stood next to him at this time, and said busily.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, since this immortal master was introduced by his eldest brother, and he is so good to Jingchen, maybe he can let this immortal master stay if he works hard.

Wang Qingmin looked at his dedication for a long time, and replied with a word.

"Okay."

Jingchen has not yet recovered from the shock just now, the battle scene just now is really imprinted in his heart, there may be so many deceptions and insidious things among monks sometimes, but under absolute strength, everything is a floating cloud. I couldn't help but make a decision in Jingchen's heart.

At the same time, Jingchen also found that the immortal uncle in front of him, who had been smiling at him, was so terrifying, this was really a murder between talking and laughing, it seemed that dead people were nothing in his eyes.

Wang Qingmin's experience, how can he imagine.

With dedication leading the way, Wang Qingmin took Jingchen and Zhang Hao to the apse, where the emperor's relatives lived in the palace.

The lord of the country is gone, and of course these courtiers have to do these aftermath matters.

But when they entered the two-story palace, they realized that what they had just been in the main hall was just a dish.

I saw that in that palace, there were nearly a hundred immortals lying on the ground, these immortals, regardless of gender, were all bleeding from seven holes, and their bodies were stiff, as if they had been attacked extremely terribly before they died. And when the soldiers carried them, something even more terrible happened, some of the monks' bodies were broken almost at the touch of a button, and the bones on their bodies were actually shattered, like a blood blister wrapped in skin, but they still maintained their human appearance on the surface.

Afterwards, all the ministers involved in the matter were sick and at home, and of the hundred soldiers who carried the dead bodies with their own hands, fifty-three of them went crazy, and the other forty or so were also a little delirious.

When there were still a dozen or so corpses left, no soldier dared to go anymore, and it was not until the last old minister's suggestion that ten painters were dispatched to sort out the dead bodies behind.

Wang Qingmin didn't know why he was so murderous, but since he wanted to kill, he would kill, these people were not worthy of his sympathy, in the immortal cultivation world, strength is the fundamental.

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