Zhou An finally walked up to the main hall of the Xuanming Holy Sect, and the ancient demon sword followed behind him, and blood dripped to the ground on the sword.

And behind Zhou An, on the steep mountain road, there are corpses!

The blood has already stained the main peak of the Xuanming Holy Sect.

The original ethereal clouds had been stained red with blood.

His hair was still white, not stained with blood, as clean as his body.

Obviously killed so many people, but it didn't have the slightest effect.

Soaring to the sky!

The mountains are dotted with carmine!

Zhou An came to Zhang Han's face, his breath was very calm, but Zhang Han saw a killing god on the body of the person in front of him!

From Zhou An to the present, he has only made two swords.

The first sword killed the disciples of the Xuanming Holy Sect, and those disciples followed Zhang Han's sentence "Give it to me!" All of them became the souls of Zhou An's sword.

The second sword killed those elders and worshippers, and even several hidden powerhouses of the Xuanming Holy Sect.

Elders and worshippers are not mentioned, the realm is not even as good as Zhang Han, and dying under Zhou An's sword is not unjust.

It was those hidden powerhouses who were wronged, each of them cultivated like Zhang Han, and even one of them had reached the merge period, and that merge period powerhouse had lived for more than 8,000 years!

This is the essence of a first-class sect, any first-class sect can stand in the world naturally has its own reason, if the Xuanming Holy Sect is okay on weekdays, those few hidden powerhouses will basically not appear.

They will only appear when there is a critical existential moment, such as this time.

But

They still can't stand Zhou An's sword.

That sword was so fast that several hidden powerhouses lost their vitality before they could see the angle of the sword light.

Zhang Han stayed in place, and behind him was the remaining disciple of the Xuanming Holy Sect who was still trembling!

"You, who the hell are you!" Zhang Han gritted his teeth and trembled violently.

Under such a disparity in strength, he couldn't raise the slightest idea of resistance to Zhou An.

He knew that even if he resisted, the consequences would be the same as those hidden powerhouses.

Zhou An came to Zhang Han and looked at him with flat eyes: "My name is Zhou An." ”

Zhou An?

This name was unheard of by Zhang Han, and he dared to swear that there was definitely no such a powerful person in the cultivation world!

Regardless of the righteous path and the demonic path, there can be no one!

The name is so mundane that it's easy to remember. And a person with such strength, even if the name is ordinary, it is definitely extraordinary.

Zhou An!

Who is it?!

As if seeing the doubts and horror in Zhang Han's eyes, Zhou An said: "Zhou Xueting's girl is my granddaughter. ”

"What?!" Zhang Han's face was full of horror.

Zhou Xueting is his granddaughter?!

That apprentice of Qingyun Sect Sect Master Huang Tingjian had such a powerful grandfather, how could he not know?

Zhou An looked back at the corpse where he came, and then frowned, after killing so many people, he had no waves in his heart, but he was somewhat disgusted.

These people shouldn't have provoked him, but now that things have come to such a point, everything here should be turned into loess.

Now that the people in the Xuanming Holy Sect are here, and all the living creatures are also here, he wants to bury all this. Only by cutting the grass and roots, and digging up the soil, will the spring breeze blow and grow again.

In order to give the little girl a more comfortable cultivation environment, instead of letting these weeds blow and grow again in the spring breeze, it is better to burn them on fire.

Zhang Han saw the extremely indifferent killing intent in Zhou An's eyes, he gritted his teeth and came behind those disciples of the Xuanming Holy Sect.

Stretch out your hands and face all the disciples of the Xuanming Holy Sect, absorbing all their infinite vitality!

Suddenly, the aura on Zhang Han's body was rapidly rising!

Zhang Han, who was still in the void period, actually had the breath of the merger period on his body at this moment!

At the same time, thunderclouds converge on the horizon, and the catastrophe is coming!

Zhang Han actually forcibly broke through the realm at this time, wanting to trigger the cloud robbery.

The entire sky above the Xuanming Holy Sect was shrouded in darkness, and all kinds of dazzling lightning and thunder were like cobwebs behind the clouds.

"Even if it's death, I'm going to drag you to death!"

Zhang Han's face was full of madness, he wanted to trigger the thunder tribulation in the merger period and die with Zhou An!

Titicaca ...

The low thunder roared like the sky was unpleasant, and then a blast of thunder rang out!

Click!

The five-colored heavenly thunder that pierced the black sky dome landed on the Xuanming Holy Sect, Zhang Han guided the five-colored heavenly thunder, and a dodge suddenly came to Zhou An!

Zhang Han shouted violently: "Evil obstacles! Let's die together! ”

Zhou An looked up at the sky, and the five-colored heavenly thunder gradually magnified in his eyes, and it fell on the top of his head in a flash.

Thundered!!

The earth shakes, the mountains shook, and the sky collapsed!

……

dust

barren

Ruins, with dead silence.

The Xuanming Holy Sect, which had just returned to the immortal mist and had become a blessed land in the Cave Heaven, had turned into a ruin at this moment.

In the ruins, there is an ancient golden bell upside down.

The aftermath of the brutal thunder tribulation had not yet dissipated, and the blue-blue arc pulsed on Zhang Han's body.

Zhang Han was scorched black, his heart was beating extremely slowly, and his vitality was slowly disappearing.

If he eats all the demons in the Demon Lock Tower, he will definitely be able to carry this thunderstorm.

The thunder tribulation in the combined period is the five-colored heavenly thunder, the seven-colored heavenly thunder in the tribulation period, and the nine-colored heavenly thunder in the Mahayana period.

The power of the Thunder Tribulation is far beyond Zhang Han's imagination, but this is in line with Zhang Han's expectations. The more powerful the Thunder Tribulation, the smaller the chance of surviving that weird evil obstacle.

Right

He must be dead, and he will definitely not be able to hold on to such a terrifying thunderstorm.

Zhang Han struggled to open his eyes, just opening his eyes made him stagger, and he looked around, eager to see what he wanted to see.

The vision goes from blurry to clear and then blurred.

Zhang Han suddenly saw that his white hair was flying in the wind.

Coarse linen, his skin was fair, his hair was as white as frost and snow, his face was as plain as water, and his eyes looked at him as if they were looking at an ant that had nothing to do with him.

Zhou An didn't die.

Not even a little damaged on his body.

Zhang Han's eyes were already full of despair, his eyes widened, and he fell to the ground unwillingly.

Zhou An didn't look at Zhang Han again, and a small golden bell appeared in his hand.

"The Eastern Emperor Bell is worthy of being an artifact, but when the terrifying thunder falls, it is like raindrops hitting it."

The breath on the Eastern Emperor Bell was ancient and sacred, and the thunder tribulation could not be dispelled in the slightest.

The Xuanming Holy Sect turned into ruins like this, saving Zhou An some strength, he once again exuded his divine sense, and found that there were no more living beings here.

So, Zhou An took out a treasure lamp from the collection spectrum, this treasure lamp is called the Bajinggong Lamp, the fire in the lamp is the purple fire that burns the sky, and this fire has the power of burning the sky and boiling the sea.

Throwing a little flame at the ruins of the Xuanming Holy Sect, in an instant, an inextinguishable magnificent sea of fire appeared on the ruins.

This sea of fire will continue to burn for 900 years, and it will not be extinguished until 900 years later.

The sea of fire can not only burn everything here, but also devour the aura here, as well as everything.

Cutting the grass and removing the roots and digging the soil is like this.

Put away the treasure lamp, the breeze blows, and the hair that hangs down is raised,

Zhou An didn't go back to Qingyun Sect when he was not on the road, and he still had some things to do.