In an instant, Ye Yunxiao entered the killing array.

Master Jingyue laughed, extremely proud.

"If you enter our Hanging Temple One hundred and eighty-eight heavy killing array, even if you are an immortal, you can only die with hatred." Master Jingyue said loudly.

"Haha, abbot, you are really clever, just a few words, you coaxed him into the formation, otherwise, he can afford to drag it, and we can't afford to drag it."

"Yes, this Ye Yunxiao's strength is really strong, but he is also a fool."

"It's just a subordinate, and if you die, you won't die, even if it's your parents, if you die, you'll be a dry bone, how can you be so easily provoked."

The demon monks of the Hanging Temple have said that they are cultivating Zen to kill Zen, in order to kill the Dao of enlightenment, which will destroy human nature.

Therefore, the head of one of his subordinates made Ye Yunxiao extremely angry, they couldn't understand it, and they laughed at it one after another.

How can a group of animals understand human emotions.

Master Jingyue was triumphant, and the henchmen of the Hanging Temple had to solve it with him.

At this moment, an elder suddenly shouted in surprise: "Abbot, look, that Ye Yunxiao has already broken through the ten-fold killing array." ”

When Master Jingyue heard this, he immediately looked over.

The rest of the monks also looked over.

They were surprised to find that Ye Yunxiao had indeed broken through the tenth layer, no, it was now the eleventh heavy killing formation.

"He is really a formation master, but it is useless, the one hundred and eighty-eight heavy killing array we have laid out, the more complicated it becomes the more you go to the back, there is no time to solve it, and his final result can only be a dead end." Master Jingyue said confidently.

It's just eleven times broken, and it's just the tip of the iceberg for the one hundred and eighty-eight heavy killing array.

Minutes and seconds passed.

"Abbot, Ye Yunxiao has already broken the twentieth killing array."

"It's okay, it's only twenty."

After another moment.

"Abbot, it's already thirty."

"Well, take it easy."

……

……

"Abbot, it's already over a hundred." The Hanging Temple Elder who spoke, his voice trembling.

"A Hundred Heavy...... He won't be able to break through, definitely! Master Jingyue's expression was hideous, and he was no longer as relaxed as before, and there was even a hint of fear.

A hundred, a hundred.

The one hundred and eighty-eight heavy killing array of the Hanging Temple was founded by the Heaven Slaying Demon Monk eight hundred years ago.

Eight hundred years have passed, and no one has ever been able to break through this one hundred and eighty-eight heavy killing array.

There are only a handful of those who have broken through a hundred.

Ye Yunxiao broke through, and the time spent was the shortest ever.

What's even more frightening is that he doesn't seem to have encountered any difficulties at all.

One after another, as if it was broken, it was as simple as drinking water and eating.

You must know that, according to the records, all the spiritual cultivators who break through the One Hundred and Eighty-Eight Heavy Killing Arrays will take more and more time and will be hit hard. TVmobile/

Eventually, they will be bombarded to the scum.

However, Ye Yunxiao's breaking formation, from the beginning to the present, was like walking on a broad road, and no heavy killing formation had hindered him.

"Abbot, it's already one hundred and thirty."

"Abbot, it's already one hundred and fifty heavy."

"Abbot ......"

"Shut up, I have eyes." Master Jingyue erupted and slapped the Hanging Temple Elder in the face.

Now, Ye Yunxiao has broken to one hundred and eighty weights.

At this time, all the monks in the entire Hanging Temple were in a dead silence.

They looked horrified, and felt the hairs stand on end all over their bodies.

Is this still human?

What kind of opponents are they facing?

If they only knew that they were strong before, now, they already know how strong they are.

Ye Yunxiao pushed all the way and broke one hundred and eighty-seven times.

He was just one of the last weights, but he stopped.

The monks who were already nervous and ready to engage with Ye Yunxiao in a hand-to-hand battle all breathed a sigh of relief.

In the last weight, he finally couldn't hold on?

"Hahaha, the one hundred and eighty-eight heavy killing arrays of our Hanging Temple, the last one is the real Eye of the Killing Array, no matter how powerful he Ye Yunxiao is, he will also sink into the sand in this heavy battle."

"That's right, don't look at him very relaxed, in fact, he is already at the end of the crossbow."

"He's going to fall in this peerless killing array, but he's proud enough."

These monks of the Hanging Temple said one after another, in their eyes, Ye Yunxiao was already a dead man.

And at this time, Ye Yunxiao, who was in the last heavy killing array, raised his head, looked over with mockery in his eyes.

"Phew"

He opened his mouth and spat out the cigar he had been holding in his mouth.

Then, he took out a new one.

"I'm sorry, this cigar is a little astringent, so change it, hey, what's your expression? I don't think I've exhausted myself and want to fold this last weight. Ye Yunxiao teased.

Master Jingyue's face was extremely ugly, and he said sharply: "Don't pretend, you will still have a hard mouth when you die, and you will hold on for ten more seconds at most in this position where you are standing." ”

"Hehe, stupid, this level of killing formation, you also want to hurt the deity?" Ye Yunxiao sneered.

"Wait for you to break the formation and then be arrogant." Master Jingyue snorted coldly.

At this point, half of the ten seconds had passed.

"Five, four, three, two, one!"

Almost all the monks secretly counted down in their hearts.

At this moment, in the midst of that killing array, the last killing array was finally activated.

Heaven and earth change color, space is torn.

Endless terrifying energy tore at it, shattering everything in between.

There is no retreat, no dead ends, complete coverage.

Master Jingyue's face was hideous, his eyes didn't blink, he wanted to watch Ye Yunxiao being torn apart.

In this way, he was able to dissipate the hatred in his heart a little.

In an instant, that boundless power had already covered Ye Yunxiao.

"Ye Yunxiao, you trash, go die." Master Jingyue roared wildly in his heart.

When calm was restored in the midst of the killing array, everyone looked inside.

Then, the monks of these Hanging Temples rang out in unison with an earth-shattering cheer.

Because inside the killing array, Ye Yunxiao has disappeared.

Obviously, he has been blasted to slag.

But just then, a mocking voice rang out: "What are you celebrating? Celebrating the death of the deity? Then we have to wait until the deity is really dead to celebrate. ”

The scene was stuck, and time seemed to freeze.

Many of the monks looked dazed.

Just now, they seemed to hear Ye Yunxiao's voice.

It can't be an auditory hallucination.

Suddenly, Master Jingyue suddenly looked up.

Then, the hairs all over his body exploded.

Because Ye Yunxiao was suspended above them at this time, looking down on them condescendingly.

That's impossible?

How did he end up here? Wasn't he bombarded in the killing array?

Unless, he quietly broke the last killing array.

At this time, all the monks of the Hanging Temple also looked up.

Then there was a gasp.

"Do it, kill him......" Master Jingyue's head was like electricity, and a spirit roared sharply.

Immediately, countless attacks bombarded Ye Yunxiao.

Ye Yunxiao was full of murderous anger, these demon monks, all of them deserve to die!

Ye Yunxiao's spirit sword slashed out in an instant, and in an instant, more than a dozen monks from the Hanging Temple fell in a pool of blood.

There was no fluctuation in his eyes, and his mind controlled the sword, like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, killing all directions.

Human life is like grass mustard at this time.

Left and right are nothing more than a sword thing.

Ye Yunxiao is not a person who loves to kill, but sometimes, killing to stop killing, and tooth for tooth is the road to justice.

Thinking of the deaths and injuries of more than 1,000 people in the East China Sea Scattered Cultivation Alliance, Ye Yunxiao's killing intent became even stronger.

His whole body was covered in a layer of blood, so thick that it seemed to overflow.

Kill!

I stained the sky with demonic blood!

Kill!

Draw your bow and shoot at the Sun!

Kill!

Slaughter all the enemies and return to the sheath!

Ye Yunxiao's killing intent was agitated, and the power of the Yuan Infant reversed the heavens and the earth, moving mountains and reclaiming the sea.

The buildings were shattered like tofu, and the demon monks turned directly into blood mist.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Hanging Temple was already bleeding into a river, and corpses were all over the ground.

More than 1,000 monks in the Hanging Temple have been lost by more than half.

There were no wounded of them, only the dead.

The rest of the monks, under the leadership of the abbot Master Jingyue, retreated to the last forbidden place of the Hanging Temple, the Hall of Ten Thousand Killings!

It's a bit ridiculous to say that the Hanging Temple cultivates killing Zen and refining the Buddha's heart by killing.

But at this moment, these butchers have also become pigs, and they were killed by Ye Yunxiao, and their souls are not possessed.

At this time, Ye Yunxiao held the spirit sword and came to the Ten Thousand Killings Hall step by step.

On top of the spirit sword, blood continued to drip down.

In the Hall of Ten Thousand Killings, the abbot, Master Jingyue, was already pale.

He looked at the Heaven Killing Buddha enshrined in the Ten Thousand Killing Palace, and his face was full of hideousness.

At this time, Ye Yunxiao had already walked to the door of the main hall.

"Ye Yunxiao, do you really want to kill them all?" Master Jingyue roared angrily.

"To kill to stop killing, you have to always, the deity to destroy you demon monks, should be immeasurable." Ye Yunxiao's voice carried an endless chill.

"Well, in that case, keep your eyes open and take a good look, those innocent children will all die because of you." Master Jingyue said sharply.

Suddenly, the stone pillars below the Hanging Temple shot out rays of light.

In an instant, they converged in the void, forming a curtain of light.

In the midst of the light curtain, a huge grotto appeared.

In the center of the grotto, there is a huge stone statue.

Around the stone statue, there were ninety-nine pairs of boys and girls, all of whom were three to six years old.

Between these boys and girls, there were grooves leading to the statue.

"Ye Yunxiao, this is what you forced us, of course you can kill us, but we can also use the blood of ninety-nine pairs of boys and girls to activate the puppet of the gods and destroy everything." Master Jingyue's eyes were red, and he roared frantically.

Ye Yunxiao's pupils shrank, and the killing intent on his body was even more monstrous.

How dare these beasts do this?

He can ignore these children who have nothing to do with him and kill these demon monks, even if those children die, it is none of his business.

He is not a savior.

However, at this moment, he remembered his daughter Ye Duoer.

For a moment, he hesitated.

He is not a savior, but Taoism talks about fate, and when it meets, it is fate, and fate can also turn into a catastrophe.

At the beginning of the Immortal Realm, he was only a thin line away from the Eternal Immortal Emperor Realm.

As long as he kills his love and lets go of his mortal wife and daughter, he can achieve eternity immediately.

But what is the use of a man who is ruthless and steps into eternity?

What is the significance of his return from all kinds of calamities?

At this moment, Ye Yunxiao raised his head and said word by word: "Let go-them!" ”