The mysterious man who was like a demon walked slowly towards the Maoshan Palace.

I saw that his hair was emanated, his body was covered with a faint and dark demonic aura, and his eyes were shining with a gloomy and cold blood light.

The moment they saw his figure, all the Maoshan disciples gasped, trembling all over, and their hearts were like ashes.

"You...... You ......"

Maoshan Zhangjiao's body trembled, and he couldn't believe it.

The remnants of so many Dao Sect Dacheng cultivators failed to kill the mysterious person.

The mysterious man's face showed an evil smile, stared at Maoshan Zhangjiao, and said, "I wanted to ignore the past suspicions and leave you Maoshan in the vein...... That's why I helped you retreat from all the Maoshan enemies...... But you don't know what to do, and you want to frame me...... You stinky Taoist priests in Maoshan deserve to die......"

As the words fell, he turned into a phantom and flashed.

The crowd exclaimed.

I saw that he instantly rushed to the front of Maoshan Zhangjiao, and suddenly choked Maoshan Zhangjiao's neck.

Maoshan Zhangjiao's pupils swelled, and his face instantly turned red, as if he was about to suffocate.

"Coach ......"

The disciples were dumbfounded and shouted.

I saw many Maoshan disciples, waving their long swords.

"Bang Bang".

Dozens of disciples flew up one after another, wanting to rescue Maoshan Zhangjiao.

"All to Death......"

The mysterious man in the midst of rage let out a roar and raised his other hand slightly.

Countless divine powers, swept out, like a violent wind, murderous aura, attacking terror, straight towards the many Maoshan disciples who had killed.

All of a sudden, the brilliance penetrated through the void, piercing through the bodies of many Maoshan disciples at once.

"Poof" blood splattered out in all directions, spraying directly on the statue of the god in the main hall.

The three-foot-tall blood light seemed to permeate the entire air with a cold chill.

A scream was heard endlessly.

The killing machine brought by the mysterious man is even more terrifying than the dozens of scattered immortals in the Immortal Alliance.

In this Maoshan Mountain, even though there is a powerful killing array, this killing array can be easily resolved by turning over the hand for the mysterious person.

Maoshan Zhangjiao struggled, held his breath, and said, "You...... You...... You...... Yes...... Cannot...... Good death ......"

"Me?" After hearing this, the mysterious man smiled coldly, looked at this bullshit who was about to die, and said, "I have already died once...... All the sects of the Daomen in the world besieged me with all their strength and slew me in the land of Lingnan...... Thousands of years have passed...... Everyone thought I was dead...... But I shouldn't die, I have the power of drought and win-win zombies in my body...... Let me be in a desperate situation and get a chance to be reborn in Nirvana......"

The words of the mysterious man reverberated in everyone's ears like thunder.

All of them felt a chill on their backs, and cold sweat fell down.

For a long time, the four zombie kings, everyone knows that between the world, only the generals and the queen are left.

But no one knew that Drought and Win Gou had already died, and their power was all gathered in the mysterious man.

The mysterious person entered the demon from the Tao, and he knew all the magic powers in the Dao, and his identity background was powerful enough to make everyone tremble.

This kind of anti-heaven power, between the world, how many people can stop it?

"I'll send you to death...... Today...... You're all going to die......"

The mysterious man said hideously, and the strength in his hand increased a few points.

Maoshan Zhangjiao's pupils widened, struggled hard, and in less than a few seconds, he suffocated to death.

"Coach ......"

The disciples howled in grief, and tears welled up in their eyes.

The grim smile on the mysterious man's face became more and more terrifying.

In the darkness, a strange aura seemed to permeate out, completely enveloping the entire Maoshan Mountain.

"We've fought with you......"

The disciples were filled with grief and indignation, and they came to kill with their swords.

Suddenly, the sword light shone brightly, and a bleak cold light pierced the quiet night.

On Maoshan Mountain, all the Taoist priests fought to the death, fighting for their lives.

The mysterious man walked slowly in the direction of the gate of the main hall, as if he had entered a no-man's land.

I saw that with a slight wave of his arm, thousands of divine rays flashed out, shattering the cold darkness and penetrating a body with surging blood.

One figure after another, fell one after another.

Blood splattered in all directions, staining all the statues in the entire hall red.

Pools of blood flowed over the earth, like a babbling stream, flowing along the corpses.

"Here...... There is no glory I want...... I didn't have the answer I was looking for......"

"Millennium Maoshan Holy Land...... It's no longer the glory of the past......"

"Why should such a place be preserved? Why ......"

At this moment, the mysterious man lowered his head and muttered, as if he was talking to himself, he seemed to have completely deranged.

His body, rolling might, turned into a sharp arrow, and soared straight into the sea of clouds.

One after another, the divine light spread out, killing all the Taoist priests.

In front of him, it was not this piece of dilapidation, not this weak body, but the picture of the year.

At that time, Maoshan Mountain, full of flowers, birds and fragrant, such as a fairyland on earth, a prosperous, amazing and gorgeous people like cow hair.

And they feared him and honored him...... Treat him like a teacher, like an elder brother......

But the good times didn't last long, and it wasn't long before they ...... All of this has changed......

It's changed......

There was no answer he was looking for......

Even if you revisit the old place, there is no old man here, only the back of the back hall of Namao Mountain, a wisp of residual thoughts.

And these residual thoughts were finally in his hands and turned into nothingness.

In a short time, hundreds of Taoist priests were slaughtered, leaving no one alive.

The mysterious man had already stepped to the door of the main hall.

Suddenly, he stopped his figure, turned his head, and looked at the majestic and solemn statue of Sanqing in the main hall.

Two cold lights flashed in his eyes.

There was a loud "boom".

The statue of the Sanqing God shattered and exploded in an instant, turning into a ruin.

The statues of the gods around them trembled and continued to shatter, and the entire Maoshan Hall seemed to collapse.

"Where is the answer I want? Where...... It's ......."

The mysterious man whispered to himself, and his eyes showed a deep and confused look.

He looked out into the night sky, and it was dark, seemingly boundless, vast.

The moment he stepped out of the Maoshan Palace, everything behind him turned into a ruin, and the roaring sound resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the billowing dust and smoke filled the air.

In an instant, he seemed to suddenly think of something, his eyes flashed, and a look of joy appeared on his face, and he said, "Dragon Tiger Mountain...... Longhu Mountain...... Taoist Ancestral Court ...... There...... There must be a ...... I want" Still struggling with the latest chapter I can't find? Amway One or search for Hot/Degree/Net/Article "Remember to remove "/"Otherwise you won't be able to search", here is a young lady to help you find books and accompany you to chat!