Mirror Xuan Realm, Wuji Sect, outside the Chengqing Palace.

The Twelve Princes suddenly rushed into the battlefield, kicking off the prelude to the chaotic battle, and in order to protect the safety of the prince, Yong Anwei also had to charge at the disciples of the Buddha and Confucianism.

A smile appeared in the corner of Qin Wanrong's eyes, and the jade finger hidden in the sleeve robe twisted lightly, and the flying sword that had almost injured Qin Ziyin by mistake just now flew back to Gu Rensheng's back in an instant.

Immediately after that, the embroidery of the bird on her robe blinked, and she rushed into the battlefield with her colorful tail wings.

The crisp sound of the phoenix resounded through the sky.

In this battle, the royal family must stand on the side of the Wuji Sect, otherwise the three sects will be powerful, and the situation of the royal family will become difficult.

As soon as the battle began, it went straight to the white-hot stage.

Wuji Sect was called the Kyushu Lunatic Asylum by Xiao Zuo, not without reason, these disciples in the sect would directly amplify their moves as long as they did it, and there was only one thought left in their minds of "killing them".

No one tempted, and no one spared.

The little monk directly threw out the Buddhist beads in his hand, turned into a huge eighteen golden arhats, and rushed into the battlefield, where he passed, it was like entering a no-man's land.

Jiang Luo held a carving knife in his hand and carved one after another the word "kill" in the void, and every time the knife fell, there would be a pen blade that gathered in the spirit and slashed towards the crowd.

Zhang Fengnian pinched the sword trick, and the two flying swords were like poisonous snakes, attacking the vital points of the Buddhist disciples at a tricky angle.

The senior brothers and sisters in the Demon Army formed a battle formation and began to charge, and several musicians in the Demon Army actually took out their musical instruments.

As soon as the song "Don't Stay" played, the fingers of the senior sister who played the pipa popped out afterimages, and the invisible rhythm attached to the body of the demon army with spiritual power, and everyone's speed was obviously a lot faster.

The surging PTZ finally made Lin Chuan's physical strength full, and the sadness that was suffocating in his heart finally had a way to vent.

In an instant, Lin Chuan's afterimage was elongated, and the galaxy shattered into a ring nebula around him, Lin Chuan didn't use a knife, but wanted to blast out all those self-blame and sadness along his fist.

Seeing Lin Chuan join the battlefield, a trace of resentment flashed in Su Wenqun's eyes, and he threw out the folding fan in his hand as soon as possible, but the folding fan actually passed directly through Lin Chuan's body.

In the next second, Lin Chuan appeared in front of Su Wenqun, grabbed his neck, and directly pinched him to the ground.

The song just reached the climax, and the high suona sound ran through the entire battlefield.

Lin Chuan was expressionless, and smashed punches into Su Wenqun's face one after another, and each punch seemed to be stuck in the rhythm.

……

The disciples of the two sects of Buddhism and Confucianism originally thought that this was just a competition, and their number was twice that of the Wuji Sect, so they could easily win as long as they did it casually.

How could I have thought that the people of Wuji Sect are all madmen who don't want to die, and they all fight to death, especially the martial artist who rushed in first, cutting people and picking three ways, raising sand, inserting eyes, and teasing yin legs, the move is how dirty and dirty it is.

Those who can hide sand in their robes have no black hearts.

Not to mention those armored demon armies, they completely treat these disciples as demons, as long as they can kill the enemy, they can do anything with their mouths.

If it weren't for the great monk Konglu who has been exerting the Buddha's light Pudu and quietly treating the disciples of the two sects, they would have been defeated a long time ago.

However, physical wounds can be healed, but psychological wounds will not heal easily.

Su Wenqun's face was beaten by Lin Chuan bigger than a pig's head, Gu Rensheng also made the twelve princes cut into rags, and the monks of Buddhism had big bags on their heads, and they were about to be beaten to become Buddhas.

"I surrender...... Don't fight...... I don't play ......."

I don't know who shouted out the surrender with a crying voice, the miserable voice completely broke the dignity of the disciples of the two sects, and soon more and more people gave up resistance.

……

Lin Chuan's face still didn't have half an expression, and he was still subconsciously smashing his fist.

He is not good at expressing his emotions, except for the side that can be exposed in front of Jiang Luo and Xuanjing, most of the time he is in a state of not entering.

But Lin Chuan is the purest one in this Wuji Sect, even if it is a little monk, he has spent a few lonely demons in the Demon Land Circle, but he can help Xiao Zuo at most, but he has never killed anyone with his own hands.

If it weren't for Xiao Zuo, he wouldn't even think about Jueling, even if the sky fell and the master was on top of it, he just wanted to live with food and drink.

Lin Chuan never imagined the future without Xiao Zuo, but in just a few days, Xiao Zuo's life and death have been unknown twice in a row, and Lin Chuan blamed all this on himself.

If it weren't for the fact that he was too weak and unwilling to kill, he might have saved Xiao Zuo in the first place.

If it weren't for the fact that he was too arrogant and became extremely excited every time he made a move, he might have found more flaws and defeated the enemy.

But there is no if in this world, and Xiao Zuo has not responded to him so far......

"Enough!"

An angry shout interrupted Lin Chuan's self-blame.

Yang Qian really couldn't stand it, so he bullied the small with the big and went down in person, flashing in front of Su Wenqun.

There was no move, just a simple literary coercion, which made all the Wujimen people spit out a mouthful of blood at the same time, and flew upside down to the edge of the gimbal.

Lin Chuan, who bore the brunt of the blow, was almost directly shaken off the gimbal.

Jiang Luo and Xuanjing's faces turned pale, and the Buddha beads and carving knives were broken at the same time.

However, Yang Qian was still somewhat sensible, and all the attacks bypassed the Great Qin Imperial Family.

Qin Wanrong hesitated for a moment, but still withdrew Luanniao, and at the same time stopped the twelve brothers who were still going crazy, and stood aside with Yong'anwei.

From the moment Yang Qian made a move, the situation was not something that their generation of disciples could control.

The Great Monk Konglu shook his head a little helplessly, and instantly appeared beside Yang Qian, saying in his heart that the Wuji Sect has been able to stand so far, it is not a fluke, in addition to the shock of the Wuji Ancestor, the disciples in the sect are indeed more bloody than the disciples of the Three Sects.

But today's forced palace is not just for the secret realm quota, they must find out all the hole cards of the Wuji Sect before the great master moves, so as to decide whether to fight or make peace after the Heavenly Mirror is broken.

The Returning Realm is actually not terrible, because once they do it, they will be ruined, and everyone has concerns, and what is terrible is that under the Unified Realm, especially those madmen of the Wuji Sect.

But to Konglu's surprise, they had all reached this point, but the Chengqing Hall was still silent, and Master Yinian and Lu You didn't make a move, which was really abnormal.

A bad premonition crept into the hearts of Kong Lu and Yang Qian at the same time.

At this time, Lin Chuan raised his head silently, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and continued to walk towards Su Wenqun like a walking corpse.

Lin Chuan's actions completely angered Yang Qian, a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and the aura around him surged, turning into a huge mountain of ink and smashing down on Lin Chuan.

The sudden appearance of the Ink Mountain covered the sky, Jiang Luo and Xuanjing's figures flashed, and they blocked Lin Chuan without hesitation.

Lin Chuan didn't seem to be perceiving the changes in the outside world, and still walked towards Su Wenqun with firm steps, he just wanted to kill people now.

A miserable phoenix chirp sounded, and before Jiang Luo and Xuanjing could make a move, the third princess's luan bird disappeared under the ink mountain, and Qin Wanrong's phoenix robe suddenly appeared a blank.

General Deng frowned slightly, and instantly appeared in front of Yong'anwei, blocking the aftermath of Moshan's fall lightly, and then turned around, glanced at Qin Wanrong with some puzzlement, but finally didn't speak, just stood in front of everyone like an iron tower, protecting the Great Qin royal family and Yong'anwei.

In fact, the third princess couldn't understand why she would let Luan Niao stop Moshan, if it was for the sake of the Great Qin royal family, the most rational thing to do at this time should be to find a way to speed up the fall of Moshan, completely anger Wuji Sect, and set up a great enemy of life and death for Confucianism who controlled the court.

But she subconsciously released the Luan Bird...... The No. 1 beauty in Kyushu took a step back in confusion and hid herself in the crowd.

……

The little monk's robe was swaying, the Buddha seal in the center of his eyebrows was about to move, and the bright Buddha light surrounding his body made the eyes of the empty law full of greed that could not be concealed.

Jiang Luo's red lips under the veil opened lightly, and he spit out a word with great difficulty:

"Stop!"

In an instant, the blood-stained word "stop" rose to the wind, forcibly resisting the trend of Moshan's fall.

All the Confucian disciples stared blankly into the air, and even the face of the great Confucian Yang Qian flashed a trace of surprise.

Ruda, who had been standing on the edge of the battlefield, was no longer calm, and muttered in disbelief:

"Say what you say...... Speaker......"

Because the words and methods consume not only the aura, but also the lifespan of the speaker, Confucianism forbade disciples to practice for a long time.

Confucianism has been passed down to this generation, and the disciples have almost forgotten this forbidden art that harms heaven and harmony.

It's a pity that the realms of Jiang Luo and Yang Qian are very different, and the word "stop" only lasted for a few seconds, and then it shattered.

Jiang Luo's face turned pale, and the blood at the corner of her mouth immediately stained the veil red, but she didn't give up, but opened her mouth again with a firm look.

The Buddha seal in the center of Xuanjing's eyebrows finally cracked a gap......

The two of them didn't even know why Lin Chuan walked over, but at the same time they used the strongest move regardless of the cost.

It's just because that unreliable senior brother is obviously the most afraid of pain, but he is always willing to carry the black pot for them, and he is obviously the weakest one in cultivation, but he always subconsciously takes care of them.

……

At the moment when the huge ink mountain turned into a literary aura was about to smash into Lin Chuan, a cyan shadow flashed, tapped the eyebrows of the two of them, and picked them up and left the battlefield.

And a cluster of small black flames suddenly appeared above Lin Chuan's head, burning the mountain peak into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

Yang Qian's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly unfolded the bamboo slip, putting on a defensive posture, and the air law was also like a great enemy, and put the dragon Zen staff in front of him.

Behind Lin Chuan, a figure wrapped in black flames suddenly appeared.

Every time Lin Chuan took a step, he would leave a scorched black footprint on the surging gimbal, and the heat wave that swept out forced everyone to subconsciously retreat, leaving a large empty space on the gimbal, leaving only Yang Qian and Kong Lu, and they were still in front of Su Wenqun.

A drop of cold sweat slipped from the corner of Yang Qian's forehead, and before it dripped onto the gimbal, it turned into a wisp of green smoke.

Just as Lin Chuan and Yang Qian passed by, the figure behind him that was shrouded in black flames turned his head slightly.

The blazing spiritual pressure bent Yang Qian's knees, he gritted his teeth, and finally didn't dare to make a move...... He had recognized who the figure was.

Lin Chuan leaned down, grabbed Su Wenqun's calf and lifted him up, there was finally a hint of color in his dim eyes, it was pure killing intent, no resentment, no reason, just simply wanted to end a person's life, simply wanted to erase a person's existence.

Su Wenqun, who had completely lost his strength, was like a wooden stick, being waved wildly by Lin Chuan, smashing on the cloud platform one after another, but there was a hint of savage beauty in the endless violence.

Lin Chuan let out a low whimper from his throat as if he was a beast without reason.

……

"Enough...... Wu! Do you want to start a war between Wuji and the Three Religions!? ”

Seeing that Su Wenqun's aura was getting weaker and weaker, Konglu threw out the dragon tattooed Zen staff, wanting to stop Lin Chuan's atrocities, but was taken by the figure behind Lin Chuan.

The black flame faded, and Wu Tian, who was a fairy wind bone, waved his hand and pointed the Zen staff towards the Void Gate, and the bronze door exploded instantly, and then he turned his head and looked at the Void Law.

"Wu ......"

As soon as Kong Lu was about to open his mouth to persuade him, he felt a chill to his bones, because he saw anticipation in Wu Tian's eyes.

The old madman didn't even want to reason with them, he was just waiting for an opportunity to do it.

Although it has long been rumored that as long as Wu Tian enters the demon again, he is likely to die, but Kong Lu didn't want to bury this old madman, so he had to swallow all the words in his stomach.

Just when Su Wenqun's aura was about to dissipate, Qingying finally appeared in front of Lin Chuan, and said distressedly:

Ogawa...... Stop. ”

Lin Chuan's eyes had a little more brilliance, and he looked at Qingying and muttered a little confused:

“…… Master? ”

Everyone present was cultivating, even if Lin Chuan's voice was small, everyone could hear it very clearly, and Qingying's face suddenly became very exciting.

Wu Tian stretched out his hand a little helplessly, absorbed Qingying over, and put it on his shoulder, then patted Lin Chuan's shoulder, and said gently:

"In the future, don't go to the bamboo forest, we are building a big road, not a big sword, don't learn those vulgar martial arts, be the same as a teacher, even if you are on the battlefield, you must be chic and calm."

Even if Qingying turned into the body, he couldn't stop pouting, this old madman knew to fool Xiaochuan, he was afraid that he didn't know how to write the word "calm".

Wu Tian didn't care at all, he still maintained his image as an outdoor master, just shook off the dust gently, and the disciples of the two sects on the cloud platform fell down in pieces.

While doing things that bully the small with the big, Wu Tian also counted Yang Qian and Konglu like counting the juniors:

"And you two old people who bully the small and don't cultivate, if my apprentice is missing a single hair in the future, I will personally come to the two sects and send your disciples on the road."

Both of them were about to crush their teeth, but they didn't fight back.

They know Wu Tian too well, don't look at this old madman who is now kind and kind-eyed, and looks like a master in the world, but as long as they make a little noise now, Wu Tian will definitely fight with them like a mad dog.

The horizontal is afraid of being stunned, and the stunned is afraid of dying, Wu Tian's nickname of the crazy Taoist master is not called in vain.

The two glanced at each other and jumped off the gimbal at the same time.

Kong Lu was just about to take back his dragon tattoo Zen staff, but the Zen staff was directly swept away by the dust along with Yang Qian's bamboo slips and thrown into the arms of Xuanjing and Jiang Luo.

"Wu Tian! Don't go too far! ”

"Excessive?"

Wu Tian still couldn't help but move.

The three of them were all monks of the Merge Dao Realm, but Yang Qian and Kong Lu had no room to fight back at all, so they had already been bound by Wu Tian within the two pillars of fire.

The two pillars of fire connected the sky and the earth, making the sunlight dim a lot.

Wu Tian picked up his robe, turned into a huge kitchen knife, and walked into the pillar of fire with murderous spirit like a butcher.

Everyone was silent, only Liu Zheng swallowed his saliva and muttered in a low voice:

"It's so chic and calm......"

……

Lin Chuan only felt a flower in front of him, and Wu Tian, who was beside him just now, disappeared in an instant, and then heard the screams of Yang Qian and Kong Lu, and at the same time, Xiao Zuo also said weakly in his mind:

"Don't worry, I survived."