Although it was a scuffle, I re-killed those cultivators from the Kunlun Cave Heaven.

These people, after the end of the Dharma era, may be directly promoted to the realm of divine power, and they are the most threatening. Another point, I don't have the slightest psychological burden to kill them.

Although Ou Yezi had warned me not to let the Lingshuang Sword see blood, I couldn't control it now. The current battle situation is either you die or I die, not to mention that I am now red-eyed.

Now I don't talk about karma, and my sword doesn't have any affection. As the old saying goes, I can endure you for a long time, and it only takes me a second to kill you.

From the time I left Guiyun, the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism have given me the most unfriendly attitude. The first thing to offend was the Laoshan faction in front of me, and after I devoured the essence of blood and qi in the Wuyazi Tomb Palace, I became the public enemy of the world again.

From then on, my life was completely maintained by Xie Ling and the Psychic Department. They say I eat women's soft rice, which is good.

If it weren't for Xie Ling, if it wasn't for Rushuang, I, Ye Zhiqiu, wouldn't know how many times I died.

For so many years, I swallowed my anger, and even after I had the strength, I didn't think about avenging myself.

I didn't go to Chu Renmei to settle old scores, nor did I find a way to ambush Liufeng Ying, let alone take the initiative to provoke Longhu Mountain. Heaven has the virtue of a good life, and I, Ye Zhiqiu, am not a murderous demon.

But they have been plotting all kinds of murders against me, and the heart of killing me has never died.

At first, I thought it was really because of the grudge in my previous life, but then I realized that the reason why I attracted the hatred of the people of the world was only because I was a man who was cursed by the gods.

As long as you can kill me, you will be blessed by the gods, and you may even be granted immortal fate by the gods.

I have a breath of breath and have endured it for three thousand years.

Since the history books have portrayed me as a heinous tyrant, let me make a killing spree today, and let me vent this 3,000-year-old evil breath.

I was about to end everything with a full nine-sword combo, but when my mind was lost in the feast of death and slaughter, I gave up on it.

The peak of the Martial Saint, the mirror image of the dragon scale armor body, the nine-foot demon shadow plus the battle spirit, plus the sword intent raised by the first eight swords of the Liuren Yin Yang Sword, and the perfect quality Lingshuang Sword in my hand, this has made me unstoppable.

What's more, now that the formation is out of order, no one can threaten my life anymore.

I'm not the only one who is killing on a killing spree, Han Yuxue, the extremely elegant Sword Saint of Peerless City, has also been killed.

Blood stained the sword robe on his body, and every time the 7749 Road Treading Snow Seeking Plum Sword struck, a blood-colored plum blossom would bloom on the enemy's body.

Martial Arts also has a breath, and it has been held back for a long, long time......

Killing is a brutal thing, and at the same time it's a very exciting thing. When the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and when the blood splashes, there is an extreme sense of beauty.

This kind of bloody temptation is something that even Yan Qi, who has a pure nature, can't resist.

The snow hibiscus that burst out of the Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword changed color, and was no longer holy, but stained with blood.

Snow Hibiscus to Blood Hibiscus is only a word difference, and the difference between heaven and hell is only a thin line.

The righteous gods in the Taiqing Palace and the star officials in the Doumu Yuanjun Temple could sense what was happening here, but because of the uncle's pulling the ancestral dragon's qi, they could only listen to the prayers of the believers, but they could not bless them.

The talisman no longer shines, and the spell loses its spiritual power.

The wrath of the gods above the nine heavens turned into celestial changes, black clouds overpowered, and angry thunder rolled.

But as long as the ancestral dragon's qi had not been consumed, they would not be able to project divine thoughts, not at all.

The Great Escape began.

The Daomen threw out the fairy rope, and the Buddha Gate manifested a reed left by the Bodhidharma Patriarch to cross the river.

It's obviously impossible to keep all of them, but it's okay to focus on a few people.

For example, Jiang Xueyang, when she threw out the Immortal Rope, I also used my blood qi to fly into the sky, and a torrent of sword intent flew towards her body with precision.

At the moment when she was about to hit her, the manifestation of the Three Five Slashing Evil Sword actually directly blocked my sword with a thick black sword.

Affected by the torrent of sword intent, Jiang Xueyang's face was pale, and the corners of his mouth were bloody, but he didn't dare to stay at all, and he forcibly supported his injuries to exert a thousand miles of wind, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

As soon as she left, the three or five slashing male and female swords were also ready to fly, but he also knew that I would never let him leave easily, so he decisively split the white sword and attacked me.

By the time I smashed the white sword with the Frost Sword, the black sword had lost its trace.

Jiang Xueyang fled to the west, and Chu Renmei fled to the east.

It was Yan Qi who pursued Chu Renmei, and the Ice Spirit Cold Light Sword originally did not have a sword move in the sky, but it was Han Yuxue who sent her into the air with the Cold Iron Essence Golden Sword in her hand.

Yan Qi's waist shook, her toes touched the sword body, and the next moment her person turned into a black shadow and flew towards Chu Renmei.

Chu Renmei has two living Buddhas by her side, and she follows her wherever she goes. Therefore, when Yan Qiyi stabbed at Chu Renmei with a sword, a living Buddha stepped forward and manifested the Buddha's golden bell jar to block Yan Qi's fatal blow.

Yan Qi's sword intent was so powerful, instantly shattering the golden bell jar from the body of this living Buddha and continuing to attack Chu Renmei, at this moment, another living Buddha made a move, the same golden bell jar, desperately buying time for Chu Renmei.

After breaking the golden bell jar twice in a row and killing the two living Buddhas, Yan Qi's sword intent was finally exhausted.

However, the decisive Ruyan Qi did not give up the pursuit, gritted his teeth and threw the Kunlun Xue in his hand at Chu Renmei's heart.

At that time, it was impossible for her body to float in the air and then want to send out a deadly sword intent, so she could only choose to throw Kunlun Snow.

Chu Renmei obviously didn't expect Yan Qi to be so resolute, in order not to interrupt the art of crossing the river with a reed, she took off her robe and threw it at Kunlun Xue.

Obviously, this robe is a Buddhist holy object, and after Kunlun Xue stabbed the robe, a golden Arhat mirror image appeared.

The golden-bodied Arhat clasped his hands together and caught Kunlun Xue, and even though the sword body trembled, he couldn't break through after all.

After a few moments, the golden Arhat's mirror image dissipated, and the robe turned into dust and disappeared with the wind.

Ji Li also wanted to escape, but unfortunately Jiang Xueyang had three or five slashing swords, and Chu Renmei had two talisman living Buddhas and Buddhist Sect treasure Arhat robes, and he Ji Li had nothing.

The twenty-eight disciples of the personal lineage have all died, and the Nine Heavens Wind Thunder Banner has long since turned into ashes.

The most important thing is that Han Yuxue has been staring at his movements.

If it weren't for the fact that he gave the order to seriously wound and imprison Murong Zixuan, this battle would not have happened at all.

Others can go, but he must stay and die to atone.

As soon as the Immortal Suo in Ji Li's hand was thrown out, Han Yuxue was directly cut off with a sword aura. Before he could react, the next moment the sword in Han Yuxue's hand was already in his throat.

Ji Li stood on the spot, and no longer dared to act rashly.

……

Not everyone can resist the wind for thousands of miles or cross the river with a reed, and those disciples of the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism who can't do it are divided into two groups, one group of people fled into the Taiqing Palace, and the other group of people fled into the Doumu Yuanjun Temple.

In this regard, my uncle signaled us not to pursue.

Because the ancestral dragon qi under his control was almost exhausted, and it could disappear at any time.

If you rush into it, once the ancestral dragon's qi disappears, the gods can directly send out punishment thoughts with the help of the gods, and no one can resist.

The idol inherits the incense of the gods in the world, and if it is not limited by the end of the Dharma era, the idol can even be regarded as a distraction of the gods.

There are countless statues in the Taiqing Palace and the Doumu Yuanjun Temple, and they all enjoy incense offerings, if the ancestral dragon's qi disappears, even if I break in, I will definitely die.

However, even though I can't get in, I don't intend to stop there.

The Laoshan faction has repeatedly provoked me, and if I don't remove this Taoist from the world today, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart.

I began to cast the Six Yin Yang Sword, no one bothered, and I quickly performed the Nine Swords perfectly.

The blood flew into the sky, taking me to the sky above the Taiqing Palace.

The flying sword slashed through the floating clouds, and the sword qi permeated the sky above the Taiqing Palace.

The last sword Yun Kai saw the moon shine, and the nine swords slashed from the air with the power of the shattered void towards the Taiqing Palace, which had been inherited for thousands of years.

Taiqing Palace covers an area of fifty acres, and there are countless statues in the palace, which is the holy place of the Laoshan faction and their foundation.

"No!" Ji Li let out a frantic roar, accompanied by a poignant epilogue.

With a bang, the sky collapsed, and Wan Jinfeng trembled.

The Taiqing Palace of Nuoda was reduced to ruins, and those who had fled into the Taiqing Palace before were all buried.

And at that moment, the ancestral dragon qi drawn out by the uncle was also exhausted.

The thoughts of the gods could not wait, and they were all projected down in anger, and they all came down on me.

The pressure is back up, but unfortunately it's not enough to do me any more harm.

Because the most angry Taoist god was destroyed because of the Taiqing Palace, the divine thoughts could not be projected here, and all the divine thoughts that pressed on me came from the Doumu Yuanjun Temple.

I was under heavy pressure, gritted my teeth, and insisted on continuing to interpret the second set of Six Yin Yang Swords.

This time, my target is the hundreds of statues of the Star Monarch in the Temple of the Doumu Yuanjun, and since they have tried to kill me again and again, I must prepare for the destruction of the statues.

After perceiving my motives, the wave of people who had fled into the Temple of the Doumu Yuanjun began to pour out in a frenzy.

Because of the pressure of the Star Monarch's Divine Thoughts, my sword form was cast very slowly, which gave them a chance to escape from the Doumu Yuanjun Temple.

And when they felt my madness, and watched me silently interpret the Liuren Yin Yang Sword while bearing the pressure of the Xingjun Divine Thought, intending to destroy the Doumu Yuanjun Temple, the uncle and the others were all stunned.

They forgot to continue to hunt down the remnants of the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, and opened their eyes wide one by one.

Soon, the last sword form of the ninth sword of the Liuren Yin Yang Sword was completed, and my person aimed at the Doumu Yuanjun Temple in the air and slashed down with a sword.

"Zhiqiu?"

A familiar voice sounded, and I fixed my eyes to see that my master Murong Zixuan was standing at the door of the temple covered in blood, looking at me in the air stupidly!

"Master!" This shout of the master was heart-rending and painful.

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