The city is in chaos at the moment, and no one cares about the disappearance of the blue sky, and the big day is coming again, and this strange sect that suddenly broke in is like a demon, and he will kill anyone if he catches it.

"You still want to run?!"

Zhang Feixuan slashed off the heads of several cultivators in front of him with a flying blood sickle, and with his other hand, he moved forward, and the treasure pestle in his hand flew bloody, binding the body of the person who was about to escape.

"When I Zhang Feixuan is a vegetarian, let you run away, I still have to lose face."

He shook his folding fan and walked leisurely towards the man.

"You, let me go, let me go, I didn't do anything, uncle spare my life!"

The man turned pale with horror, but his body was bound by blood threads, and he couldn't kneel at all.

The people in this sect are quite weak, and after Zhang Feixuan broke into this sect, all the people he found were third- and fourth-order qi refiners.

At this level, in the current way, he is not an opponent at all.

"Didn't do anything? It's not, I know you, the Six Arts, right? ”

Zhang Feixuan smiled: "I can actually meet you here." ”

"Do you know our Six Sects? Please let me go, my Six Sects are willing to compensate, you must know that the power of my Six Sects is not only Nanping Kingdom, this is just a small station. The disciple hurriedly said.

"I know, I know too well, you and I robbed mortals back then, can I not know?"

Zhang Feixuan bared his teeth: "We are the Golden Immortal Sect, do you know?" ”

"Golden Immortal Gate"

The disciple was stunned for a moment, and then reacted: "That's not the evil of the Sumeru vein."

"The right way!"

Zhang Feixuan corrected: "We are the right way, and your six arts, full-time deception, is the evil way." ”

Six Sects, when Zhang Feixuan was in the fourth order, he encountered this sect, and even a conflict broke out, and he almost didn't die.

He was still abducting people from the sect at that time, and he finally focused on a broken family who couldn't survive, and before he could start, the disciple of the Six Techniques Sect arrived, and like him Zhang Feixuan, he was a good son with a handsome face who was not much better than him.

What he promised to that man that he would be fed, that he would be able to settle down, and that he would take him to a safe place, what he said was almost exactly the same as Zhang Feixuan, but the only difference was that Zhang Feixuan didn't want anything, and that person asked for the only long-lived lock left by the mortal, which was said to be his dead young son.

At that time, he was also discovered by others, and he was almost killed on the spot, Zhang Fei was weak and pitiful at that time, and he didn't dare to touch such a righteous path, so he fled with his life.

A few years later, he returned to his hometown, and heard from people nearby that the mortal had inexplicably committed suicide and seemed to have gone mad before he died.

Later, he learned that these six techniques were deceptive.

Yes, it's a lie.

They Jinxianmen really took people away, although it was not safe, but for the quality of Rendan, it must be enough to make people full, and they would definitely be able to eat a full meal for a few days before they died, and they would be in a good mood and go on the road comfortably with illusions.

These six techniques are not, they specialize in deception as a method, they deceive everything, it doesn't matter what they deceive, the important thing is to deceive, as long as they can deceive mortal things.

This is their practice, and it doesn't matter what the consequences are.

And this sect belongs to the Righteous Path Sect.

Time has passed, and he Zhang Feixuan actually ran into it again.

Zhang Feixuan raised his head, and with a grip in his hand, the blood lines connected to the treasure pestle surged, and several blood blades erupted from the disciple's body, cutting it into several pieces.

"The right way to destroy the evil way is righteous, isn't it?"

He folded his fans, laughed, and headed outside.

Next!

Like Zhang Feixuan, all the people brought by Song Yin this time are doing it.

"Die! Die to Lao Tzu! ”

Wang Qi was holding an axe, and he brought a group of wolf spirits around him, and as the wolves tore and bited, an axe cut a sect disciple in half, allowing him to splash with blood.

The blood splattered on his face, making his face look hideous.

This sect, he Wang Qizheng also knew, he had been in contact with it before, but he didn't expect that there would be a chance to match.

Now it's not like in the past, he was weak and pitiful back then, his combat power came from the beasts that were killed, and the method was very useless, but now the method is complete, and he has magic weapons, and his little magic powers are powerful, and it is easy to kill some qi refiners who are weaker than him.

The sects in this city, except for the high-end combat power of the silent sect, the rest are all third, fourth, or fifth order, so there is no need to worry.

The righteous way is stronger than the evil way, one is that the method is different, and the other is that the evil way eats people and fishes, while the right way has a steady stream of offerings that can be cultivated, and the foundation of the right way is deeper than the evil way.

It's the armor gate that is thunderous in the Sumeru vein, hiding in the mountains for so long, isn't it also afraid of the encirclement and suppression of the righteous path?

Wang Qizheng has always thought so, so he kills without mercy and unscrupulousness.

Because he is right!

These sects are heretical!

The righteous way is stronger than the evil way, that's right!

"Phew! Evil ways! ”

Wang Qizheng cut the last disciple in half, spat at the corpse with disdain, and carried the axe to find the next sect.

He doesn't know if these sects are strong or not, anyway, he can't be strong without him.

Of course, there must be strong ones, and there are those they can't beat.

But it doesn't matter.

Isn't there still a Sun Jiu monument here!

"What are you!"

An eighth-order qi refiner struck hard and hit Sun Jiubei's body, but it shattered one of the silver armors and hit his body.

"I am the Nine Monuments of the Golden Immortal Gate!"

Bang!

Sun Jiubei blasted over with a punch, shattering his head, and then punched out again, shattering half of his body.

He didn't let go of the lower half of his body, and swung his fist again, completely blasting it into slag.

"Senior brother said that you should be ruthless in dealing with evil ways, and if you can destroy the whole corpse, you won't leave half of your body, not at all, what evil law will you have."

Sun Jiubei clenched his fists, and his eyebrows and eyes shone brightly, shining everywhere in the city.

"Found it, evil way!"

He stepped on the silver cloud, like a silver lightning, and flew straight over.

……

The circular palace seemed to have nothing, like a circular rooftop, except that it was empty and empty.

But that breath can't be wrong.

Song Yin fell from the sky, and as soon as he landed, he felt a flower in front of him, and the scene of the day changed abruptly, turning into a starry night.

The open space in front of him also turned into an extremely large bed with a gauze tent.

In the gauze tent, there seemed to be a figure, facing this sideways, outlining a graceful figure.

It seems to be a woman.

Song Yin frowned slightly, "Song Yin of the Golden Immortal Gate, come to visit, let me ask you, are you the king of Nanping Kingdom?!" ”

The woman's figure did not move, as if she had not heard, her body slowly undulated, as if she was asleep.

It's just that in the starry night sky, inexplicably, a quarter moon appeared.

(End of chapter)