Although the Eight-Winged Demon God is not a Heavenly Realm God, his strength is definitely no worse than that of a Heavenly Realm God.

Moreover, he has an extreme dark power in his body, and every time he summons, he can make Xiao Jiechen relax all his body and throw himself into the embrace of darkness, and his heart becomes more brutal and cold-blooded.

The most important point is that summoning the soul of the eight-winged demon god is good and cheap.

The price is extremely low, and the emperor qi required is only one-tenth of that of the Bull Demon King.

What he has to do today is to kill, Xiao Jiechen really can't think of anyone more suitable for killing than the eight-winged demon god.

"You, you are presumptuous!" Hearing Xiao Juechen's words, Cheng Hongzhi suddenly blew his beard angrily and glared.

He is ninety and two years old, but his appearance is not visible at all, as if he is not confused, with a long black beard, a pair of sharp eyes, and a sword box behind his back.

With that, the sword box behind him exploded, and a purple sword suddenly spun out and fell into his hand.

"Let the old man come first today to meet you, the devil!"

Cheng Hongzhi suddenly stepped on the horse's back, and the whole person flew up suddenly, his body was like a sword, holding a sword in his hand, and the sword was soaring, and the whole person had entered the situation of 'man and sword unity'.

Seeing this scene, the people from the other sects around them exclaimed.

"The sword qi is so strong, I'm afraid that the master of the Cheng Sect has already reached the realm of sword path, right? In less than twenty years, he will definitely be able to soar to the heavenly realm as a sword immortal!"

"As soon as the master of the Cheng Sect makes a move, Xiao Juechen has the truth of immortality? Unless the people of Xuanzong come to the rescue, he will die immediately!"

"That's natural, although Xiao Juechen has two shots, but Qiuyang Gongzi also said that it is all by external force, if it is only about cultivation, even if Xiao Jiechen cultivates for another ten years, I am afraid that he will not be the opponent of the master of Chengmen!"

After hearing everyone's remarks, the elders and disciples of the Changfeng Sword Sect all showed smug expressions.

A plump Sword Sect elder stroked his beard and smiled: "Everyone, don't forget our sect master, but the ninth person on the Tongtian List today, it is not wrong to say that it is the ninth in the world, it is naturally easy to deal with a yellow-haired boy, the real problem lies in the Xuanzong Sect, and those who are old and immortal, they are all listed on the Tongtian List, if you stop it, even if it is our sect master, I am afraid that it will not be able to kill Xiao Jiechen." ”

"Having said that, but is Xuanzong in charge of the sect helping Xiao Jiechen? Don't forget what Zhao Qiuyang told us. ”

"Young Master Qiuyang said that Xiao Juchen deceived the master and destroyed the ancestors, united with the Demon Sect, and has already controlled the Xuanzong Sect, and the Xuanzong Sect will definitely not be able to make a move, even if he does, he will be on our side. ”

"So, Elder of the Sword Gate, you can rest assured. ”

The crowd was talking.

Xiao Jiechen also attacked head-on.

The people of Xuanzong were a little surprised when they saw him fighting alone, and secretly said in their hearts, even if you have a lot of cards, your own strength is not good!

Without those two immortal-like helpers, what would you do to fight with the ninth in the world?

With your little strength, I'm afraid it's not enough to drink a pot.

"Chen'er!" Xiao Shixiong exclaimed, a little anxious.

He thought to himself, his nephew finally got everything he has now, but don't just take a look at him and bury it all!

"Brother Xiao!" In the crowd, Su Muqing also hurriedly shouted, as if they wanted him not to die.

However, Xiao Jiechen did not listen to the dissuasion, and jumped into the air, and the four pairs of black wings behind him that covered the sky and the sun suddenly unfolded, and the demonic aura was monstrous.

Immediately afterwards, he waved his arm, the Blood Demon Sword condensed, looked at Cheng Hongzhi, and the corners of his mouth hooked: "Ninth in the world, right?

After speaking, the eight-winged fan was extremely fast, and under the night, a black lightning instantly swept in front of Cheng Hongzhi.

Cheng Hongzhi didn't have time to show his martial arts, he saw a flash of blood in front of him, and in the next second, he felt that his throat was cold, and he subconsciously reached out and touched it, and the blood was dripping!

Immediately after, endless pain suddenly struck, and his eyes went black, and he fell directly from mid-air, shattering his bones.

The master of the Sword Gate, Cheng Hongzhi, pawn!

A sword seals the throat.

The so-called ninth in the world, the scattered immortals in the Tongtian Realm, died in the hands of Xiao Jiechen in this way.

Xuanzong Mountain Gate, a dead silence.

The evening breeze blew on everyone, and everyone only felt a cold air rushing up from the soles of their feet, all over their bodies, and they were so cold that they shivered.

"He, what the hell, who said that Xiao Jiechen is not Cheng Hongzhi's opponent?

"Young Master Qiuyang clearly said that Xiao Juechen's strength is not even as good as him!

"What about the others of Qiuyang Gongzi, why didn't you come!?"

"Young Prince Qiuyang said that he came with the 'Hundred Poison Sect'. ”

"Fart, Prince Qiuyang clearly said that he wanted to go with the 'Valley of Despair', but he didn't say that he would come with us at all. ”

"I heard that the prince of Qiuyang is traveling with Chu Jun, why can't I find it?"

It wasn't until this time that the helper sect invited by Zhao Qiuyang gradually realized that something was wrong, and today's other protagonist, Zhao Qiuyang, didn't come at all!

Xiao Jiechen smiled when he saw this, he laughed at the stupidity of this group of people, it was a matter of his life, how could Zhao Qiuyang appear in person?

"The whole sect listens to the order and kills them all!" Xiao Jiechen ordered, pointing to those sects and the 100,000 Chu army.

Looking at it, all the people of Xuanzong add up to only five or six thousand, although they are all monks, but in the face of 100,000 well-trained Chu troops, and 780,000 major sects, there is a huge difference.

As soon as he heard Xiao Jiechen's words, all the owners on the twelfth floor were dispatched, and many Xuanzong disciples and elders also joined one after another, leaving only some disciples and elders who were unwilling to work for Xiao Jiechen.

And those sects invited by Zhao Qiuyang, the Great Chu army, are not very afraid of Xuanzong, after all, the number is superior, 1780,000 people, 100,000 people are well-trained soldiers and fierce generals who have experienced countless battles, and 70,000 or 80,000 people are monks with different magical powers, what are you afraid of in the face of Xuanzong, who only has five or six thousand people?

Even if Xiao Juechen's strength does not match the information they get, even if he can kill the Tongtian Scattered Immortals with one sword, as long as we send a few more Tongtian Realm powerhouses to fight more and fight less, we don't believe that we can't kill Xiao Jiechen!

Hundreds of sects and the Great Chu army all thought the same way, they believed that there was a lot of strength in numbers, so they were not very afraid of Xiao Jiechen.

However, Xiao Jiechen is one enemy against ten thousand, killing like crazy, killing to the red eye!

Those sects' original plan to fight more and less fell through, because Xiao Jiechen's strength could not be solved by fighting more and less at all, and the six Tongtian Scattered Immortals from their respective sects, a few of them could not breathe, and they were stabbed to death by Xiao Jiechen with the Blood Demon Sword, which was no different from killing an ordinary person who was powerless.

How did they know that Xiao Juechen's strength had far exceeded the limit of this world, and it was a qualitative gap, no matter how many immortals were scattered in the sky, it was the same result.

After killing for a whole night, the front of Xuanzong Mountain became a real river of blood, and the corpses were like mountains.