"Boom!"

A loud bang exploded at the top of Lishan Mountain.

Under the bombardment of seven-colored lightning, the entire Lishan Mountain cracked inch by inch!

Palaces have become powder!

One by one, the desperate and frightened monks disappeared!

On Li Mountain, the number of trees disappeared out of thin air!

Lishan, which originally towered into the clouds, descended, descended, and descended again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the seven-colored lightning disappeared, the entire top of Lishan Mountain was directly cut under the clouds!

In the void, the dark clouds quickly dispersed, revealing the blue sky and white clouds again.

However, below the blue sky and white clouds, except for the nine black dragons circling into a ball, with two figures in between, the entire void was nothing!

There are no more of the four golden phantoms.

There is no Master of Mercy.

There is no silver dragon.

On the flattened Li Mountain, one hundred and nine figures lay motionless.

As Cheng Yangxi raised his hand, the nine black dragons that had wrapped him and the fox disappeared together.

The fox's beautiful eyes widened, and she looked at Cheng Yangxi beside her motionlessly.

Slaughter!

This man is heavier than that man's killing aura!

Cheng Yangxi landed and landed beside a figure with blurred flesh and blood, still trembling and holding a spear in his hand.

His face was completely unrecognizable.

The clothes on his body were gone, revealing only his charred skin.

seemed to feel Cheng Yangxi standing beside him, and he seemed to want to struggle to stand up.

However, no matter how hard he tried, it was to no avail.

A hoarse roar rushed out of his throat.

On the bloody face, two lines of bloody tears flowed out.

Cheng Yangxi looked down at him expressionlessly, and a little golden light rushed out of the dantian, turning into an imperial sword in his hand.

Without saying anything more, the imperial sword in Cheng Yangxi's hand slashed a golden sword.

With a long breath, Cheng Yangxi turned around and looked up at the one hundred and eight flames hovering at the top of the mountain, clenched the hilt of the imperial sword with both hands, and raised it violently.

A blue dragon rushed out from the blade of the Emperor's Sword, roared, and rushed straight up, slamming into a layer of golden light.

The golden light lasted for ten breaths, and slowly disappeared.

One hundred and eight flames suddenly turned into a blood-colored giant.

Cheng Yangxi's imperial sword pointed straight at the past and said, "Death?"

In his body, the rainbow and the void each turned into flames, enveloping the blood-colored giant.

The blood-colored giant lowered his head, and with a "whew", he turned into an eleven or twelve-year-old little monk, swooping down towards Cheng Yangxi and sinking into his eyebrows.

Seeing this, the colorful rainbow and Taixu also came down one after another and drilled into Cheng Yangxi's body.

Cheng Yangxi shook the imperial sword and walked down towards the east of Lishan.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked at the sky above him.

The first major sect in the Arctic country, the Spirit Sect.

Council Chamber.

The sect master of the Spirit Sect, Qingfeng Zhenren, was originally the second-ranked existence of the top ten martial gods.

At the moment, he was looking down at a mirror in his hand in a daze.

In the mirror, the summit of Lishan Mountain is displayed.

Corpses everywhere.

Scorched land everywhere.

To the east of the summit, a young man in a blue suit and a figure in a trench coat covering his face were walking down the mountain.

Suddenly, the young man stopped and looked in the mirror.

The other party's eyes flashed with a thick killing intent.

Qingfeng Zhenren frowned, sighed and said, "Why bother? ”

"Endure the calm for a while, take a step back and open the sky. ”

"Now this way, his killing path has taken another step forward. ”

"I don't need anyone to teach me how to be a human being!" the young man smiled coldly, and his body turned into a flame in the sky.

The flames burned across the sky, out of the mirror, and into the Great Hall of the Council.

Countless screams rang out outside the council chamber.

"The council chamber is on fire!"

"Come and put out the fire!"

"The Sect Master is still inside!"

Qingfeng Zhenren put down the mirror, put his hands behind his back, and walked out of the council room.

Looking at the panicked and busy disciples of the sect, Qingfeng Zhenren waved his hand and said, "It's all gone!

The disciples looked at Qingfeng Zhenren blankly.

"Sect Master, what's gone? Don't you put out the fire? This is the council room!"

"What does the Sect Master mean - to renovate the council chamber?"

Qingfeng Zhenren smiled bitterly: "What this sect means is that from today onwards, the Spirit Sect has been disbanded and there will be no more. After the death of this sect, none of you are allowed to take revenge, nor are you allowed to envy anyone. ”

"What!"

"Sect Master!"

"Sect Master, what are you talking about?"

"What's going on, Sect Master?!"

Qingfeng Zhenren's face sank and said, "Next, this sect has issued the last order of the Spirit Sect. ”

Facing all the disciples of the Spirit Sect, Qingfeng Zhenren said loudly: "All disciples, immediately go down the mountain and go to the border to defend against the Netherworld Army! From today onwards, the Spirit Sect will be completely disbanded!"

All the Spirit Sect disciples knelt down one after another, pleading.

Qingfeng Zhenren was furious, directly overturned dozens of disciples, and scolded: "Go down the mountain!"

Only then did the disciples get up one by one and leave with a stomach full of doubts and sadness.

An old man with gray hair did not leave.

It wasn't until all the disciples left that he looked up at Qingfeng Zhenren, "What did you see?"

Qingfeng Zhenren: "The man who can fight him, he destroyed the ancient Buddhist temple and is coming this way." ”

"What?!!The ancient Buddhist temple has been destroyed?, why do you do this?" the old man said in a lost voice.

Qingfeng Zhenren sighed and said: "After all, he is young, his blood is strong, and he can't stand any resentment. Compassion is also confused, for the sake of his little disciple, he ruined the inheritance of the ancient Buddhist temple. As his brother, how could I be indifferent to watching him being killed?

The old man lowered his head and said in a trembling voice: "Sect Master, you know that you will die, why bother? Leave a life, even if you can't kill him, you can still make some contributions to resisting the Netherworld Army." ”

Qingfeng Zhenren shook his head and said with a smile: "In my life, I have given up compassion and everything for the sake of the sect. Now that compassion is dead, how can I, as an elder brother, not do something? Even if it's compensation or self-comfort, I'll fight that man. ”

"I only hope that after entering the Yellow Springs, my father and mother will not blame me for not taking care of me. ”

The old man was to kneel.

Qingfeng Zhenren smiled and waved his hand and said, "I have made up my mind, you know, I don't need to persuade anymore." In the last moment, come play a few games of chess with me!"

Walking down the stairs of the council hall, Qingfeng Zhenren looked up at the sky, let the breeze blow and emit silk, and said quietly: "Thousands of sails on the side of the sinking boat, Wan Muchun in front of the sick tree, in the blink of an eye, life has come to an end." ”