The candlelight flickered, and the cold light appeared.

The silver long sword slashed through the orange candlelight, with the momentum of breaking through the sky, and directly hit the fatal place of the ancestor of the Chang family.

The ancestor of the Chang family seemed to feel something.

He tightened his grip on the crutches, and while dodging, he swung the crutches behind him with all his might.

"Ding!"

The Chang Family Ancestor's crutch hit Yuhua's long sword.

The ancestor of the Chang family didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, so he saw Yuhua inject spiritual power into the long sword.

The spiritual power quickly spread to the Chang family ancestor's crutch along the long sword, and instantly gave birth to a cold frost that was cold to the bones, and swept towards him.

The ancestor of the Chang family was shocked.

Hurriedly withdrew the crutches, and at the same time lifted away from the spot, and the gray robe fluttered in the air.

The wind extinguished the candlelight.

It was dark, and I couldn't see my fingers.

This did not have any effect on Yuhua.

He quickly changed his offensive and took advantage of his panic to go straight to his throat, his eyebrows and eyes as sharp as frost and snow.

"Damn! Who are you?! ”

The ancestor of the Chang family immediately avoided it, and the long sword still slashed at the side of his neck, which suddenly brought a moment of cold pain.

The ancestor of the Chang family was shocked and angry.

Yuhua ignored his questioning.

With a twist of his sword-holding wrist, the sharp blade swept towards the neck of the Chang family ancestor, carrying a cold spiritual power.

With his movements, the clothes rose in the dark, and the blue flowing cloud patterns faintly flowed with brilliance, and there seemed to be a cold killing intent in the elegant.

The ancestor of the Chang family leaned back sharply, dodging his attack.

"You're the cultivator?"

He took a few steps back with a somewhat messy step, his tone inquiring but determined, his eyes flickering slightly in the dark.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

Yuhua just wants to kill people and doesn't want to talk nonsense.

His long sword struck at the Chang family ancestor again, cold and calm, cutting several scars on the other party's body, but unfortunately they were not fatal.

The ancestor of the Chang family was furious, and while thinking about countermeasures, he talked to Yuhua.

"The old man has no grievances with you, why do you want to kill the old man?"

The sharp sword cut through the gray robe, and the smell of blood gradually spread.

Yuhua's emotionless voice.

Colder than snow and ice.

"The evil array hurts people, damn it."

Before the words fell, the sword had already reached the face of the ancestor of the Chang family, with a cold heart.

The ancestors of the Chang family are retreating one after another.

He touched the wall, annoyed in his heart.

"Xiaoyou, don't be so old-fashioned, just a group of ordinary people, how is it different from spirit beasts and spirit plants?"

"If you want to build a road, you need to be informal."

Yuhua's eyebrows and eyes were cold, his sword intent was cold, and his offensive became more and more rapid, forcing the ancestor of the Chang family into a corner.

"Sophistry."

His voice always carried the coldness of the clouds and snow.

His mind was not disturbed in the slightest.

"The Soul Devouring Array has begun to operate, and the matter has come to this point, even if Xiaoyou kills the old man, it will be useless......"

"The old man is not a stingy person, he is willing to share in the little friends, you and I will form a common road, how about it?"

While resisting Yuhua's attack, the ancestor of the Chang family suppressed the anger in his heart and bewitched.

Withered yellow hands, groping on the walls.

"Disdainful."

Yuhua sneered and sneered, and the offensive became more and more fierce.

"You!"

The ancestor of the Chang family was so angry that he was angry in his heart, and in a panic, he was pierced through the shoulder blade by Yuhua.

Blood gushed out, and the smell of blood was very strange, with an indescribable stench.

The ancestor of the Chang family turned distorted in pain.

He threw the crutches in his hand towards Yuhua, and the crutches swirled in the air with rich spiritual power.

"Crunch!"

The ancestor of the Chang family took advantage of Yuhua's dodge and quickly opened the mechanism on the wall, and the sudden stone door opened and closed in a breath.

The gray robe vanished through the crack in the door.

The moment the stone door closed, the basement began to collapse.

Yuhua's snow-colored clothes were windless, and the rich aura was surging on him, and the silver light was circulating in the darkness.

The coercion of the Mahayana realm, carrying monstrous spiritual power, centered on him, swept and spread around.

The sword carries spiritual power that breaks through the ground.

Strike upwards.

"Boom!"

The ancestor of the Chang family had just escaped from the basement.

Yuhua directly broke through the ground and jumped up, and the rocks rolled around him, and the smoke and dust fluttered.

And his snow-colored flowing clouds flew in his clothes.

Dust-free.

The moonlight slid on him, like a layer of holy light.

The ancestor of the Chang family was horrified in his heart.

Mahayana realm is complete!

This is what the mayor's juniors said is easy to deal with?!

Pit ancestors!!

If you can't gnaw it, you can go up.

The ancestor of the Chang family quickly fled into the darkness.

"Where to escape?"

Yuhua's cold gaze stared at the ancestor of the Chang family, and the spiritual power was injected into the sword, swinging through the air, with the momentum of sweeping thousands of troops.

Spiritual power is like a wave, spreading around him.

Wherever the sword qi went.

The broken well is ruined, and smoke and dust are everywhere.

The ancestral house of the Chang family was razed to the ground in an instant.

The ancestor of the Chang family couldn't dodge, was swept by the sword qi, and was immediately knocked out, as if he was shattered.

"Ahh

Hoarse screams pierced the night.

The body of the ancestor of the Chang family fell to the ground, rolled a few times in the ruins, like rags, and then violently spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Lingering and dying.

"What, what's going on?!"

Outside the ancestral house of the Chang family in ruins.

A large crowd of people from the town heard the noise.

The Chang family stood at the front, looking at the scene in front of them in astonishment, and saw the snow-clothed Yuhua at a glance.

Yuhua teleported to the Chang Family Ancestor Present.

Condescending, the sword condenses frost.

"Immortals! What are you doing here?! ”

The mayor rushed forward in shock, trying to stop Yuhua's movements, while the other townspeople were at a loss.

"Rid of evil spirits."

Yuhua's voice was cold.

The long sword of spiritual power flowed, with an unstoppable momentum, stabbed into the heart of the ancestor of the Chang family.

"Stop—"

The mayor was terrified and threw himself in front of Yuhua.

Yuhua was unmoved.

The panicked mayor had no choice but to pick up a stone and smash it at Yuhua.

The stone had not yet touched the corner of Yuhua's clothes.

was shattered by the spiritual power around him.

"Poof!"

The tip of the sword sank into the body of the ancestor of the Chang family.

The ancestor of the Chang family grabbed Yuhua's sword with his withered hands, his chest continued to drip with foul-smelling blood, and the hat on his head fell, revealing a face that seemed to be scorched by fire.

Rotten, distorted.

In the deep sunken eye sockets, the cloudy eyes stared at Yuhua.

"If you don't leave a way for the old man to live, then ......"

His hoarse voice was wheezing heavily.

With an eerie smile on his face.

"Let's bury the old man with me—"

Yuhua's eyes turned cold.

The spiritual power was injected into the body of the ancestor of the Chang family with the sword, and his body was shattered in an instant, and the blood was flying, and the wisps stained the corners of Yuhua's clothes, and then were dispersed by the spiritual power.

Even though the sword was stained with blood, his snow robe was still not stained with dust.

The eyes are clean, and the eyebrows are cold.

The moonlight gilded him with the clear glow of the gods.

"What have you done?!"

The impact of the scene in front of him was too great, and the mayor looked at Yuhua with a dull expression and asked in a lost voice.

It's gone, it's gone.

The hope of the whole clan cultivating is gone......