Looking at the corpses all over the ground on Liuren Mountain, the other people of the ten major sects, three caves and five mountains, and the two major rudders, one of them counted one, and they didn't dare to speak, and no one even dared to breathe.

In the sky, the dark clouds are condensing, the sun is long gone, the twilight is falling, and the darkness is getting closer.

Quiet, boundless silence.

Silence, endless silence.

The silence of this place hung over everyone's heart, and everyone fell into an endless fear.

The ancient breeze stands in the sky.

The white clothes like snow were simple and clean, without a trace of blood.

The black hair danced in the wind on that cold face, a pair of calm eyes swept the scene, the eyes of the star, domineering and cold, shocking, and terrifying, no one dared to look at each other, but whenever they touched his eyes, they all lowered their heads in horror.

"Who's coming?"

His voice came, not loud, not mighty, but it shocked everyone in the audience.

Who's coming?

The head of Fenghui was violently killed by his three palms, and the Taishang elders of more than ten Yuanying realms were strangled by one of his moves, and more than 10,000 Fenghui disciples were killed and injured.

In this case, who would dare to come?

The answer is yes.

No one dared.

Then.

A figure pierced the void and roared.

It was an old man dressed in purple and a little fat.

The old man came against the wind, his spiritual breath was as vast as the sea, and the brilliance of his body was ever-changing, and his momentum was particularly amazing.

Many people in the audience didn't know the old man, but those who knew him were shocked when they saw the old man.

The old man is none other than the ancestor of Jiangzhu Mountain, the Taoist Nanqing Zhenren, a primordial old monster who has cultivated for more than 3,000 years, and his spiritual power is truly unfathomable.

Not every Yuanying master who has cultivated for thousands of years is qualified to be named an old monster.

Only after the Purple Mansion Yuanying began to 'change', can he be qualified to be called an old monster.

It's a hurdle.

It is a hurdle that is untouchable for many infant masters, and it is also a barrier.

Can't cross this barrier, the cultivation stops here, once crossed, the Yuan Infant can change endlessly, and then every time it changes, its own spiritual power will skyrocket wildly, it is no exaggeration to say that the spiritual power of every Yuan Infant Old Monster is as vast and powerful as the sea.

And as we all know, this Zhuzhu Ancestor was already a famous generation of masters in the Quartet Great Domain before the catastrophe.

Almost everyone of the age has heard of his name.

With the change of the Yuan Baby, the vast spiritual power, through the Xuan Immortal Art, it is not a problem to wipe out thousands of people with a wave of his hand, slaughter people, destroy the sect, this Zhuzhu ancestor was also a big man in the Quartet in that year, the most glorious battle, once a move of the sea of immeasurable Xuan martial arts, on the spot to wipe out thousands of troops and horses, very terrifying.

How.

He provoked the King of Chixiao back then, was hanged and beaten for three days and three nights, and since then he has been in seclusion for five hundred years and rarely shows up.

If it weren't for Xiao Fan, the descendant disciple of Jiangzhu Mountain, who sacrificed the letter talisman, I am afraid that this old monster who had been in hiding for many years would not have rushed over in such a hurry.

"What the hell is going on!...... What's going on!"

The Ancestor of Jiangzhu rushed over, looking at the more than 10,000 people on the ground who were killed and injured, even if he had cultivated for three thousand years, he was also a murderous master back then, and he couldn't help but be shocked by this scene.

"Ancestor, Ancestor!"

When Xia Pan'er saw the Zhuzhu Ancestor, she was excited and worried, and rushed over desperately.

"Xiaolian, you...... You okay. ”

When the ancestor saw Xia Pan'er, a hanging stone in his heart fell to the ground, and then he remembered something and asked, "What about Xiao Fan." ”

"Senior Brother Xiao Fan, he ......"

Xia Pan'er threw herself into the arms of the Zhuzhu Ancestor, not knowing how to speak.

"Ancestor, Ancestor......"

Someone called out to the ancestor, and the ancestor of Jiangzhu looked over and found that the person who called for him had blurred his arms and limbs, leaving only the head and body standing in a pool of blood, and when he looked at it, it was Xiao Fan.

"Fan'er!"

Seeing his disciple Xiao Fan, the ancestor of Jiangzhu came instantly, his eyes were suddenly red, and under inspection, Xiao Fan's limbs were not only blurred, but his cultivation was also wasted, and he only had one breath left.

"Who did it! Which king and eight lambs moved his hand, Lao Tzu wants to destroy him!"

Wow!

Under the anger of the ancestor of Jiangzhu, the brilliance of the surrounding body flickered wildly, and the rolling spiritual power burst out, like a tsunami, rising into the sky, and the aura in the air that shook instantly collapsed, and also shook the entire Liuren Mountain violently, and the violent roar made people even more dizzy.

"Nanqing senior, it's him!

"Ancestor Jiangzhu, this demon has killed many of our disciples, you will definitely uphold justice for us!"

"Old Ancestor, more than 10,000 people in the Fenghui Sect were killed by this demon, your old man must kill him!"

"Senior, the old man Shitong was also killed by the demons, please take action quickly and kill the demons!"

The people of the ten major sects, three caves and five mountains immediately surrounded them, as if they had grasped a life-saving straw, and they all angrily reprimanded Gu Qingfeng's crimes.

As soon as he heard the wind, more than 10,000 people from the Hui faction were killed by Gu Qingfeng, and even the old man Shi Tong was also killed.

The Ancestor of Jiangzhu couldn't help but gasp, his eyes glared angrily, he forcibly endured the horror in his heart, and looked at the ancient breeze in the air, the more he looked at the deeper the frowning of his brows, the more he looked at the horror in his eyes, and the more he looked at it, the more unnatural his face became.

"You!yes!what!man!

With a whoosh, the Zhuzhu Ancestor flew into the air, staring at Gu Qingfeng, word by word, and said in a condensed voice.

"You're Nanqing?"

Gu Qingfeng stood with his hands in his hands, looked at him, and asked lightly: "Nanqing of Jiangzhu Mountain?"

"Lao Tzu is the Nanqing of Jiangzhu Mountain!"

Although the ancestor of Jiangzhu was angry, he did not make a move in time, after all, he had cultivated for three thousand years, so he was naturally not an impulsive person, a young man who cultivated in the Purple Mansion had wiped out more than 10,000 people from the Fenghui faction, even if he was a primordial old monster, he had to be afraid.

Of course.

Fear is fear.

It's just a jealousy.

It's far from being afraid, in the past three thousand years, the ancestor of Jiangzhu has traveled south and north, and the people who have been killed by him are as many as 100,000, what demons and monsters, genius wizards have also been killed by him, pointing at Gu Qingfeng, and shouting: "Wang Ba Lamb, why do you want to kill my disciple of Jiangzhu Mountain!"

"Kill it, kill it, what are you going to do? ”

"Wang Ba Lamb!" "The ancestor of Jiangzhu stared at it suspiciously, gritted his teeth and said, "I think you are looking for death!"

"Huh!"

A smile suddenly crossed the corner of Gu Qingfeng's mouth, and he said, "Nanqing, do you have the courage to do this?"

For some reason, looking at the evil smile on the corner of Gu Qingfeng's mouth, Nan Qing's heart inexplicably flashed with fear, especially when it touched Gu Qingfeng's dark eyes, it made his soul a little afraid.

"Who the hell are you!"

Nan Qing was scared and a little jealous.

"Look at who I am. ”