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Liu Xuan looked at the people of the Demon Sect who were fleeing in all directions and felt a little tricky, but it was only a hint of tricky.

The wind was light, the clouds were quiet, everything in heaven and earth seemed to have slowed down countless times, and suddenly, countless sword qi rushed towards the backs of those who had fled with a wave of Liu Xuan's hand.

Yuyangzi is a god in the Hall of Eternal Life, and such a god has turned into a rain of blood at this time, sprinkled on this fertile soil.

The disciples of the Immortal Hall saw the brilliant sword qi chasing behind them, and they suddenly burst into flames, and they couldn't care about continuing to run away at that time, so they hurriedly cast a magic trick to protect the magic weapon under their feet in front of them.

However, even if these dense sword qi were only fifty percent of Liu Xuan's strength, it was not something that these Demon Sect disciples could resist, and that sword qi seemed to be indestructible, extremely powerful.

These cultivators, who are usually high up one by one, have also become lambs to be slaughtered at this time, and those who have shallow cultivation are directly penetrated by even the magic weapon and led people, and blood is sprinkled all over the ground.

Perhaps death was their greatest relief, as the shattered stumps and flesh had turned the valley into a purgatory in the Nine Shadows, and the badly injured Demon Cultists had fallen from mid-air and plunged headlong into the earth.

The heart-wrenching screams resounded through the valley, and the disciples of Xiaoyao Valley couldn't help but change color when they heard it, and their hearts couldn't help but feel pity for these demon sect disciples.

The older disciples of Xiaoyao Valley gently covered the eyes of the junior brothers and sisters around them with their hands, these children who had only started for a year or two were only eleven or twelve years old, and such a bloody scene was not suitable for them.

These children are the hope of Joyful Valley, and too early exposure to such horrific and bloody images is not conducive to their growth.

Zhou Tingyu looked at Liu Xuan now like a demon god, completely ignoring human life as if these lives could not cause fluctuations in Liu Xuan's inner methods, such Liu Xuan made him a little scared, and the originally familiar master made him a little strange.

Zhou Tingyu still knew the news of the heavy casualties of the outgoing team, and if he knew it now, he would understand Liu Xuan's anger, and he would never have pity for these Demon Sect people like this.

The relationship between him Zhou Tingyu and those senior brothers who went out is definitely much deeper than Liu Xuan, and he has been together for more than ten years, and it can be said that those senior brothers are his brothers.

Some female disciples of the Hehuan faction, Liu Xuan, did not start, but Liu Xuan did not mean that Liu Xuan would not attack them, compared to Liu Xuan's great power like an immortal, Mu Wanqing's realization of killing opponents with divine stones became no longer conspicuous.

Words like charming and enchanting, graceful and luxurious can no longer be found among the female disciples of the Hehuan Sect, and now they are just poor women who desperately want to leave this devil's hell.

The bright white light emitted by the divine stone turning into a sword illuminated Mu Wanqing's cold and frosty face, at this time, Mu Wanqing had no joy or sorrow, and her indifferent eyes made Mrs. Sanmiao a little worried.

Mu Wanqing and Liu Xuan have been together day and night for so many years, Liu Xuan's deep and boundless killing intent today she has never felt, she knows that it must be what these demon sect people have done to provoke Liu Xuan to kill him.

Liu Xuan's mercy made Mrs. Sanmiao seem to see a glimmer of hope for life, as long as the woman in front of them was defeated, they might have hope for life.

Mu Wanqing's reputation for the battle of the Lack of Moon Sect's attack on Xiaoyao Valley had already spread among the Demon Sect, and it took less than ten years to worship the Qingyun Sect to be able to make the Divine Sword and Thunder True Technique, and such a talent can be regarded as a genius of the heavens.

When Lady Sanmiao heard about Mu Wanqing's affairs at first, she still sighed that there were many righteous path wizards, and there was another obstacle to the great cause of reviving the Holy Gate.

The variables made Mrs. Sanmiao no longer dare to underestimate the woman in front of her who had only been cultivating for twenty or thirty years, and everything related to Xiaoyao Valley could not be thought about according to common sense.

The thunderbolt light rose from the flowing sword body of the divine stone under the pinch of Mu Wanqing's magic technique, and the roar of thunder and lightning became louder and louder, as if the roar of this world.

Between the lightning and flint, the divine stone pierced the sky with the power of thunder and rushed towards Mrs. Sanmiao, and the boundless power was like a thousand forces pressing on the body of the demon cultist.

The secret "lingering silk" of the Hehuan sect staggered and formed a huge net towards the divine stone, not to mention that this "lingering silk" was as thin as a hair, but it was more resilient than all the rare treasures.

Mrs. Sanmiao only felt that there was a great force that penetrated the "lingering silk" and smashed on her body, and the endless power of thunder continued to consume the power in her body.

Hundreds of skills are like floods that open the floodgates, frantically poured into the "Lingering Silk", once this Lingering Silk loses the support of her skills, the power is not as good as the magic weapons of some ordinary disciples.

Some of the female disciples of the Hehuan faction saw that Mrs. Sanmiao was entangled by Mu Wanqing and immediately turned around and came back to save her, while some continued to fly forward regardless of it.

However, Liu Xuan didn't intend to let them go, and directly waved a few sword qi to put them into the hands of Black and White Impermanence.

The sect that has been inherited for thousands of years has been hated by this, although there are still many small fish and shrimp in the base camp of the Changsheng Hall and the Hehuan Sect, but with the personality of the Demon Sect, without the support of the masters, they can only die or be swallowed up.

Liu Xuan came to a Demon Sect member who was still wailing and asked, "How are the three teams that went out of Xiaoyao Valley?" ”

"The two teams from the east and the north were captured alive by the elders with more than ten people, and they are now imprisoned in the underground station in the northwest corner of Yecheng, while the teams from the west escaped with seven or eight people because of the desperate resistance of Yunhuo Zhenren."

The Demon Sect disciple's eyes rolled and he lost his life.

Liu Xuan didn't have the slightest mercy for these demon sect people, and the rough soul control spell made him easily confide what he knew, and finally made him lose his body and mind.

Zhou Tingyu stood there like a clay carving of wood, motionless, as if the words of the Demon Sect just now gave him a headache in his heart, and the pain was unbearable.

"Master, is what he said true?" Zhou Tingyu's eyes looked at Liu Xuan, hoping that Liu Xuan could give a negative answer.

Liu Xuan's nod was like a giant hammer smashing into his heart, and the smiling faces of those senior brothers appeared in his mind one by one.

This tough guy could no longer suppress his painful feelings, like a floodgate that could not stop a flood, and tears poured out of his eyes.

All the disciples of Xiaoyao Valley cried, some of the younger disciples didn't know why they were crying, but the senior brothers and sisters cried, and they cried too.

A great sorrow spread through the valley, completely devoid of the joy of victory that had just slain the people of the Demon Sect.

Liu Xuan waved his hand, and the blood-stained earth churned and swallowed these stumps and flesh into his mouth.

"Go and get those disciples back." Liu Xuan patted Zhou Tingyu's shoulder and said with a sigh.

Zhou Tingyu nodded, and then set off with more than 20 senior brothers, bringing back scarred and tortured fellow disciples.

Fortunately, some thousand-year-old spiritual herbs in this Zhuxian world cannot be cherished, otherwise the skills of these disciples will be ruined.

Ten days later, Su Qianyu and Huo Xiu also returned to Xiaoyao Valley with Feng Haidong.

Although Feng Haidong did not have the control of the Heartsnatcher, he would go crazy once he woke up, so Su Qianyu could only point to his acupoint and let him continue to sleep.

Xiaoyao Valley was in a state of silence, Huo Xiu and his party carried Feng Haidong to Liu Xuan and said, "Master, Senior Brother Feng's skills have surpassed me and Senior Sister Qianyu in the Demon Depth, so we can only let him fall asleep." ”

It took more than ten days for Feng Haidong to recover most of his injuries, but his sleepy face revealed a trace of evil aura and murderous intent from time to time

, like a sleeping demon.

Liu Xuan took out a white Sensen's spine from the small world and gently placed it on Feng Haidong's body. This spine does not seem eerie and terrifying, but gives people a sense of grandeur and peace of mind.

With the appearance of this spine, the evil aura and killing intent on Feng Haidong's face gradually faded, and Huo Xiu and other disciples were surprised.

"Master, this is?" Huo Xiu asked.

Liu Xuan said: "The backbone of a senior master named Xuanyuan who is upright has the effect of resisting the demons and calming the killing intent. However, it was only temporarily pulled Haidong back from the demon, and if he wanted to really break the demon barrier in his heart, he had to rely on himself, once Haidong changed from a magic knife to a magic knife, it was the time to achieve a broken void. ”

At night, Feng Haidong woke up from his slumber, and the reappearance of what happened before forced him to be in great pain. Although he was controlled by the Heartsnatcher, Feng Haidong's sanity had always existed before he entered the demon. Seeing with his own eyes that he took the lives of innocent people one by one, Feng Haidong entered the magic barrier because of this.

Liu Xuan easily restrained the crazy Feng Haidong and said, "Haidong, you go to guard the Huolin Cave, when you figure it out and when you come out." No one is without sages, and this fault is only imposed on you by others. ”

Feng Haidong held a knife in one hand and carried his spine and said, "Disciple obeys." ”

Looking at Feng Haidong's distant back, the disciples stopped talking.

Liu Xuan sighed and said: "If he can figure out all this, his skills will inevitably be a thousand miles a day, and this is a hurdle that he must cross by himself." ”