The young man in the room turned a deaf ear and stabbed the cursed doll with a tendon.

"How daring!"

The ghost king roared, took one step, and rushed straight towards the Chu family.

"Fight!"

In the next moment, the elders of the Chu family, who were in doubt, shot out in unison, and one long sword flew out, forming a sword formation in the sky, confronting the ghost king.

The Great Elder floated in the sword formation, his whole body full of sword energy, "Senior Murong, are your Murong family going to fight our Chu family completely?" ”

"Heh, you deserve it! Dare to open the altar to spell this seat, today it will not work even if Chu Jiefu is in person, this seat wants to let your Chu family extinct the species! "The ghost king's whole body is full of ghostly energy, and the demonic flames are monstrous.

"What a big breath!" The Great Elder, who only had the peak sacrificial wine, had a gloomy face, floating in the sky above the Chu Family City, and the sword array above his head rolled, directly touching the ghost claws of the Ghost King.

"Poof!"

The huge gap in cultivation is difficult to make up for even if the sword array composed of more than a hundred sword weapons is compensated. With just one collision, all the clan elders were shocked, and their breath was sluggish.

The ghost king, who easily broke the defense of the Chu family, did not continue to fight, but turned his head, and the ghost king's eyes instantly looked at the corner of the Chu family, where Chu Hao was.

At this moment, Chu Hao kept moving, and he was still inserting the cursed doll vigorously.

Makes the cursed doll look like flesh and blood, but it just can't be completely torn apart.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!" The Ghost King seemed to see through the building and saw its movements. Between the frost on his face, the demon flame said monstrously: "Today, this seat is going to cut off your Chu family's bloodline······"

As the ghost king spoke, he released a ghost mist, turned his palm into a cloud, and wanted to press on the Chu family.

"Noise!"

In the next moment, a somewhat lazy, as if he had just woken up, was accompanied by a sword roar.

"Fight!"

A sword light flashed like a meteor, blood red and bright, in this dark night, like a lingering sunset, poignant but dangerous.

The streamer flashed, and everyone didn't react yet.

The ghost king, who was extremely arrogant a moment ago, instantly stiffened his body. Under the horrified gaze on his face, it disintegrated into a ghostly mist.

"Who is the demon way, dare to break the Dharma Body of this seat!"

In an instant, in a corner of the city, there was a loud sound.

"Since you want to destroy my Chu family, then destroy it!" An indifferent voice sounded, with some casualness and indifference.

"Whew!"

Immediately afterwards, in Qinghe Mansion City, countless people raised their heads in shock.

I saw a vague Baizhang old road in the sky, like a god supporting the sky.

In the next moment, as Lao Dao raised his hand, the sky full of crystal red long swords emerged, densely shining across the entire sky.

"Infant God Dharma? Shenjun strikes! ”

"Patriarch Chu, please be merciful to your subordinates!"

"Brother Chu is angry, it's all a misunderstanding!"

When everyone was stunned to watch the crystal red sword appear in the sky, an acquaintance woke up instantly, and several anxious voices sounded in the city.

But before these people can stop it, they probably don't dare to stop it.

I saw the phantom of the old way and pointed into a sword, pressing down.

"Woohoo!"

The next moment, a sword rain and meteors fell in the sky.

The fiery red light and the gorgeous sword were like the most brilliant fireworks in the world, falling towards the Murong family, with endless killing opportunities in the midst of absolute beauty.

For the Murong family, a thousand-year-old infant god family, compose the last gorgeous movement.

Each long sword carried a baby god thought, accurately locking the ghostly lineage cultivator in Murong's family.

"Poof!"

The sword light flashed, and the heads flew up.

"Boom!"

Some cultivators, Tou Fei is not dead, and they are completely burned by the explosion of the flying sword.

"Chu Jiefu, this seat and you will not die!"

With the death of countless Murong Yan's descendants, an old Taoist covered in blood rushed out of the basement of the Murong family.

The other party's whole body is full of ghosts, and he wants to change ghosts.

"Are you worthy? What a cat or a dog dares to bark in front of this seat! ”

It was only at this time that a figure slowly rose up in the sky above the Chujia City District.

He held his hands behind his back, calmly and calmly, and a long robe fluttered in the night breeze appeared in front of everyone.

Ordinary appearance, middle-aged appearance, with a bit of elegance and indifference, looks very ordinary.

I couldn't tell at all that this was the ruthless man who waved his hand to destroy countless Murong disciples just now.

But at this moment, this man was completely remembered by the cultivators of Qinghe Mansion!

Seeing Wang Zijia appear, the old man Murong Cheng, who was covered in blood, didn't say a word, and pounced towards Wang Zijia, and in the process, his body was expanding rapidly.

Looking at his movements, it seems that he wants to take Wang Zijia to Huangquan together.

Wang Zijia just waved his hand casually like a fly.

The huge old Dao phantom in the sky slashed through with a fierce sword.

"Poof!"

Murong Cheng, the old man who looked very moving, was split in half in an instant, and he couldn't react at all, and it was not a level of battle at all.

A black skull escaped from its body, trying to escape.

saw Wang Zijia flick his fingers, and a streamer hit the skull of the best spiritual weapon that was far away.

"Ahh

The skull trembled for a moment, a slight crack appeared on it, and with a scream, it wilted in an instant.

Falling directly from the air, there is no movement.

Wang Zijia turned over his hand and put away his corpse and skull artifact, and in the process, found a more traditional spatial ring on his fingertips.

But what made Wang Zijia frown was that there were not many things inside, and it could even be said that they were very few, and they were not precious.

Talismans, pills, utensils, and magic money, all of them are just regular items, and they add up to the level of hundreds of thousands of magic money.

This is definitely not worth a monk with fake infant combat strength.

But this is also normal, after all, the other party is a family monk, not a left-handed demon who breaks into the rivers and lakes, and Shouyuan is approaching, so it is normal that good things are not put on him.

After a hasty look at the inside of the ring for a moment, Wang Zijia turned over and put it away.

After doing this, Wang Zijia turned his head indifferently, looked at the air on the side, and said, "What's the matter, Brother Li also killed Chu's whole family and wiped out my whole clan?" ”

"Buzz!"

With Wang Zijia's words, the black insect swarm that was difficult to see with the naked eye quickly gathered in the air and turned into a fifty-year-old man.

He saluted respectfully to Wang Zijia and said, "Chu Shenjun said that he laughed, I just came to see what happened, since it is a personal grudge between the two of you, my Li family will not participate in the extinction." ”

"Yes, then Brother Li, please go back, I just came out of the customs and encountered such a thing, probably I didn't have the time to entertain." Wang Zijia replied indifferently.

"As it should be, as it should be!" As he spoke, the old man turned into a swarm of insects again, scattered, and quickly disappeared without a trace.

Immediately, everyone saw that the area of Murong House was ravaged by flying swords, and after the explosion, the ghost fog began to fill, isolating the entire range of people from entering and exiting.

"Let's go!" Wang Zijia looked around and said indifferently to the cultivators who were watching the excitement.

"Soso!"

"Woohoo!"

“······”

In the next moment, the spectators, whether bright or dark, far or near, strong or weak, immediately dispersed the birds and beasts.

Countless people in Qinghe Mansion City watched this scene tonight, and countless people knew that this Qinghe Mansion was about to change, and the pattern that had not changed for hundreds of years was about to change greatly!

······

"Head of the house!"

"Patriarch!"

“······”

At this time, the sluggish children of the Chu family came back to their senses, and when Wang Zijia floated down, they surrounded him with excitement on their faces.

Many personnel turned red with excitement.

Wang Zijia looked around, there were only more than 100 wine sacrifice monks, and there were many children.

The people who live in Fucheng are almost all the core descendants of the Chu family. A family of infant gods that has existed for thousands of years, only this core lineage can no longer be described as declining.

If it weren't for him, a strong real family would have been able to wrestle with the Chu family!

No wonder you want to divide three families into one house, and you can't control it if you don't divide it!

"Third uncle!" Chu Hao also rushed over covered in blood at this moment, and saluted Wang Zijia.

Chu Jiefu was the third in the clan, not the third in the family, but that generation.

Everyone looked at Chu Hao's appearance with different expressions.

Tonight's incident, the moment they saw Chu Hao's appearance, everyone guessed a rough idea.

Originally, I thought that this old man had a grudge in his heart, and he didn't complain about having more contact with everyone. Now it seems that this is the case with temperament.

Wang Zijia didn't say anything, turned over his hand and took out a pill, and said, "Let's breathe first after eating!" ”

Chu Hao didn't hesitate at all, opened his mouth and swallowed the pill, and began to breathe on the spot.

The demon planting was completed quickly, and Wang Zijia divided a divine idea to deal with various injuries for the other party, and then ignored it.

"It's really a junior, have you really completed your marriage and become a god?" This is, Chu Qingming, an old Taoist who is about to enter the ground, and another real person from the Chu family came at this time, looking at Wang Zijia, with an excited expression.

"Yes, Fourth Grandpa, the grandson broke through to the Infant God by chance!" Wang Zijia's face was indifferent, and he replied as such.

The people around who had already guessed and didn't dare to ask were completely excited, and their faces were full of excitement.

"Okay, okay, my Chu family has been in decline for more than 500 years, and finally there is a god monarch again, which can ensure prosperity for another thousand years!" As Chu Qingming spoke, his face suddenly turned rosy.

His mana fluctuated slightly, and under Wang Zijia's slightly frowning eyes, he sealed himself little by little.

"Fourth grandfather?" Wang Zijia, who had a slight guess in his heart, said with a slight inquiry.

"The old decay really can't hold on, since you are back, the clan will hand it over to you, the only thing I can do now is to hand over this bit of body to the clan."

Between the words, he kept sealing against himself, and his breath became weaker and weaker, "After you have dealt with the affairs of the clan, take the old man to the Yue family in the state capital, and make the old man into a inheritance spiritual weapon!" ”

Between the words, he had already sealed to the end, and his breath was getting weaker and weaker.

What moved Wang Zijia was that in order to improve the success rate of the production of inheritance magic weapons in the future, he did not hesitate to spell his soul.

'Is this to use the entire person's soul and flesh as refining materials to ensure the success rate of magic weapons?' ’

'The family monk of Changbao is really ······'

Wang Zijia looked at this scene, her lips moved, she didn't know how to speak, and she didn't know what to say. Wang Zijia was unable to say anything in the end.

The old man finished sealing himself in front of him, and then fell to the side.

"Four Ancestors!"

"Four Ancestors!"

“······”

The elders of the clan, who had just emerged with joy, screamed in unison, and the great elder took a step forward and hugged the old man who fell softly.

"Patriarch, Fourth Ancestor!" One person opened his mouth to look at Wang Zijia.

"Let's take it down and settle it first, and then we will discuss it. The clan is not yet at the point where they want to knock on the old man's marrow and suck the bones! Wang Zijia sighed inexplicably.

"The Fourth Ancestor is just too worried that the clan will be green and yellow again!" The Great Elder Chu Wu handed over the person to a junior, and turned back to Wang Zijia and said.

Wang Zijia didn't dwell on this topic, but looked around at everyone.

The next moment, Wang Zijia raised his hand and made a move.

'The false spirit said: Tetra Pak heart! ’

'The false spirit borrowed: Mo Yunzi! ’

‘······’

In one breath, Wang Zijia summoned five real realm fake spirits, and five crystal red long swords condensed out, and each fake spirit escaped into one of the long swords, and was presided over by a divine thought.

In particular, although Wang Zijia has not been able to contact the Qinglian Realm now, the fake spirit borrowing Dao has no effect.

Because of this, he learned that in the Qinglian Realm, the old Dao Mo Yunzi, the mount Ling Yanlan, the three deputy masters Fu Wenrui, Hui Feiyang, and Li Pak Xin all became real late-stage monks.

The reason why it is so fast, in addition to the nether realm, let alone the tens of nearly a hundred years that have passed, is more that when Wang Zijia left, he left the person who knew the sea for everyone.

It's not a big hanging, and there's no unlimited exchange, it's just a regular combing of their status.

In addition to them, the five thousand Dao Dao jade disc was not a small hanging, and Wang Zijia made it into something similar to the chip system, of course, while cultivating disciples, it was more about improving the level of Dao Gong.

······

After condensing the five spiritual magic swords, Wang Zijia asked the five long swords to stop in front of the five clan elders who were in charge of daily affairs.

Several clan elders looked at Wang Zijia with a little puzzlement, not knowing why.

"I also ask a few people to take my magic sword and quickly lead my disciples to Anxian, Liuxian, Baituo Town and other places, sweep away the remnants of Murong and take their resources in their hands."

Everyone was slightly startled when they heard this, and then they reacted, the patriarch really wanted to kill the Murong family!

In the entire Qinghe Mansion, of course, there is not only such a prefecture and city, and the surrounding counties are almost divided by the three families and their vassal families.

Wang Zijia ignored the change in the expressions of several people, and said: "Except for the Murong lineage who needs to be killed, the rest of the idle people, etc., you can decide for yourself in accordance with the clan rules and national laws." ”

"When you encounter a powerful opponent, you don't have to do anything, just ask for this magic sword. This sword has a spirit and can do it by itself. Under the fake baby, it should be difficult to run away. ”

"If you encounter something that you can't decide, you can directly activate the magic sword and report it to me, and I will arrive immediately."

(End of chapter)