"What is this, how can this be ......"

Around the valley, the immortals who watched from the wall looked at this scene with a shocked face.

Originally, the two sides went back and forth, and fought back and forth, but suddenly the winner was divided.

Chang Zaitian was actually killed by a sword that could only be regarded as a toothpick compared to its huge body, which was undoubtedly an extremely disobedient scene.

Its body exploded inch by inch, its black scales shattering like steel, and then its bones shattered one by one, leaving only shattered bones.

This python immortal, who brutally killed hundreds of ritual personnel and came rampantly to take Zhang Zhiwei's head, was crushed into blood and mud before he could say a word.

This scene is simply appalling.

But this is not the end, the sword momentum of "a sword separated from the world" has just risen, and it is far from the end.

I saw that the Dongfeng Great Sword was beating like a twisted dragon, making a piercing long hissing sound, and the sword was like a full moon, as thin as a line, and shot out.

Time was in that moment, and there was a noticeable pause.

Jian Qi slashed a blue-gold arc in the air, like the trajectory of a wild goose crossing the sky, and it seemed to be a line of fire that burned everything.

The line of fire advanced rapidly, and where it was ignited, the bloody wind and blood rain gushed out, as gorgeous as the silver flowers of the fire tree.

The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and the stars are like rain, and this scene is nothing more than that.

"Poof! Poof! Poof......"

The sound of flesh and blood breaking is terrifying to hear.

More than half of the besieging Inari gods and immortals were hit, and before they even had time to show their frightened looks, they were easily erased, as if the painter had wiped away the invalid paper manuscript.

Of the three Inari gods who were ordered out, only one escaped by chance, after all, a sword is a point-breaking attack method, and a large-scale AOE is not what it is good at, and it is already an unexpected joy to be able to kill so many immortals with one blow.

And the flesh and blood of those dead immortals were blown away like dust under the fierce sword qi, turning into a thick rain of blood, and the white bones and blood were shattered to the ground.

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On the mountain, Huang Ye, who was watching the battle, was the boss with a pair of beanie eyes.

At this moment, it didn't think of anything in its head, and the scene in front of it was so unreal.

Hundreds of years have passed, it has eaten more salt than others have eaten, this sentence to describe it is by no means an exaggeration, but at this moment, it still feels dizzy.

The blood mist was blown by the wind and snow, and the bloody gas as thick as paste covered its face.

The bloody, cold, ferocious, disaster-like scene of Fang just now lingered in its mind for a long time, and it was an indescribable feeling.

The little Heavenly Master, who claimed to be the master of the Tiantong Sect, brought him not only bloody killings, but also a kind of cognitive baptism, which not only came from Zhang Zhiwei himself, but the subversion of Huang Ye's lifelong values.

As a Huang Xian, for hundreds of years, it has had too many younger horses, and has seen too many things, and the horse immortals have their own way of doing things, even the emperor who is known as the perfect old man, in front of them, they have to follow their rules.

But today, he met a different person, who entered the game alone, fought for 3,000 miles alone, and once served as a million divisions with a sword, crushing their rules and ways of doing things.

Is such a person what should be in this world? Huang Ye asked himself in his heart, anyway, he hadn't seen it for hundreds of years, and he had only heard it in the legends of those saints.

In the past, it scoffed at these legends as exaggerated.

After all, as an immortal who practices incense and fire Shinto, in order to better restrain his beliefs, it is very common to exaggerate his own ability and do something out of nothing.

It did, rightfully assumed, that everyone else did.

But now, it can't help but wonder that maybe those legends are true.

Because a living legend is being written in front of it little by little, the immortals here today, including it, are all "strokes" in the process of composing this legend, even insignificant "strokes".

The difference is that some of the "strokes" have already ended, such as Chang Zaitian, who has been crushed into bloody mud.

Some of the strokes are not finished, but they will never intersect in the future, such as those immortals who did not make their hands on the wall.

The intersecting "strokes" will continue to be extended, increasing their own proportion in this legend, becoming a strong stroke in this legend, and even becoming a legend.

With this thought, Huang Ye couldn't hold back any longer.

In fact, its ambition is not big, which can be seen from the fact that it is not like Huang Tianjiu to stand on its own, but to join Liu Kunsheng's hall.

But the ambition is not big, it doesn't mean that it has no pursuit, if it is willing to be a salted fish, it does not enter the hall, only a guardian family, a family of incense Baojia fairy is not good?

Although it doesn't want to be the archbishop in charge of the hall and fight for a chance to become a saint and an ancestor, it must be a green leaf if it doesn't fight for safflower.

Although the current Liu Kunsheng is enterprising, he is pedantic, sticking to the agreement with Qianlong, tying his hands and feet, it is really difficult to become an atmosphere.

Although it has a friendship with Liu Kunsheng for hundreds of years, as the saying goes, a good bird chooses a tree to perch, and it can't stop itself from running to a better person!

Little Celestial Master...... Celestial Passage People...... The entrance of the main hall of the Tiantong Sect...... Huang Ye couldn't help but have a thought flashing in his mind, the beginning of the hall, the grass platform team, according to what Shi Hua'er said, the entire hall, except for a few stunned greens, there is only one miscellaneous immortal.

Bringing money into the group by yourself, wouldn't it be possible to become a third-in-command in an instant, and even to compete for a second-in-command, it's not impossible, however, you can fight, but it's not necessary, the ranking or something, it's all a false name, as long as you can enter the legend and go to the mural.

If before, it just wanted to help Zhang Zhiwei, and owed him a favor, so that he could help ask the Heavenly Master to interpret the human part of the "Compendium of Materia Medica".

Now, it is completely falling to Zhang Zhiwei and deeply impressed by him.

No matter what happens next, it has to protect Zhang Zhiwei this time, hugging his thighs, Huang Ye made up his mind, and immediately looked at the other immortals, their surprise did not have to be lowered.

The expression on the face of one of the immortals changed from horror to horror: "This, this, this...... What kind of means is this, and what kind of existence are we provoking?! ”

Some immortals regretted their mistakes and said: "Chang Zaitian, those fools of Hu Gupo, have nothing to do, originally we just had to go down and talk to the little heavenly master, just talk about it, and even make a friend, now it's good, maybe it will be involved!" ”

"Hindsight, it's too late to say anything, and even if you don't make ghosts in the sky and don't see the methods of the little heavenly master, even if you go down to the wine table to talk, I'm afraid you will get an inch!" Huang Ye said.

It had already guessed Zhang Zhiwei's plan, in fact, no matter whether he went to the wine table to talk or not, he would eventually fight.

The difference is that they will have a choice, whether to help the immortal family who took refuge in the Japanese Invaders, or to help Zhang Zhiwei, or to watch from the sidelines.

But with the virtues of the surrounding immortals, I'm afraid that the final outcome will not change in any way.

At this time, an immortal with white fur as white as blood suddenly spoke:

"What's the hurry, the battle is not over yet, who loses and who wins is not necessarily, the move just now is so powerful, I'm afraid it can't be used continuously, plus this little heavenly master is in this state now, it has lasted for a lot of time, his strength can't be endless, I guess he should also run out of oil, the blow just now is his means to break the boat, but unfortunately it didn't seem to be successful, and a giant fox ran away, it's hard to say who wins and who loses......"

When the immortals heard this, their expressions were different, and they had a small calculation in their hearts.

However, Zhang Zhiwei was too powerful before, and for a while, no immortal family dared to try to do anything to him, unless he showed his declining color.

"Now that the situation is undecided, let's continue to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, but the big guy can talk about it, if the little heavenly master wins, what should we do, and if Hu Gupo wins, what should we do?"

A somewhat clever gray fairy suddenly spoke.

"I have an idea!" Huang Ye suddenly said: "We are all here this time, if we don't do anything, just go back like this, we will only cause a commotion, in my opinion, if the little heavenly master wins this time, we will go to say hello to him and admit his cousin." ”

"If he loses and loses to Hu Gupo, we will take it down together and hand it over to the Heavenly Master's Mansion to explain, so that even if the Heavenly Master's Mansion makes a big move, we will not be implicated!"

Huang Ye is not pretending to be now, and fully supports Zhang Zhiwei.

"You mean, we have to deal with our own people in order to give an account to the Heavenly Master's Mansion?" Some immortals said angrily, "Huang Lao Liu, you have to know that our five immortal families are in the same breath, and one family has suffered an unforeseen tragedy, and the rest of the four immortal families will never stand by and watch, you are good, just sit by and watch, and you have to fall into the well and shoot at your own people, which doesn't make people laugh?" ”

"Your own people?" Huang Ye sneered and retorted: "What kind of own people, let's treat Hu Gupo as our own people, it may not treat us as its own people, it can be seen from the giant fox that it invited out, it is similar to the identity of the disciple of the horse." ”

"The dignified shaman immortal family, the master of a hall, but went to other sects that specialize in enslaving elves like us as a disciple, this is an absolute betrayal, I didn't go down with the little heavenly master to destroy it, it is already very moral!"

As for the friendship of the Five Immortals, Huang Ye just thinks it's bullshit, just talk about it, how can it really be taken seriously? If there is such a friendship, the white fairy and the gray fairy will not be ranked outside the four beams and eight pillars.

The immortals began to pull their skins, and many neutral immortals began to change their positions and fell to Zhang Zhiwei, but the final result depends on Zhang Zhiwei's situation.

And at this moment, Zhang Zhiwei is indeed as they said, the Qi in his body is a little stretched, and a chilling sense of weakness hits.

But as a master of dual cultivation, the strength of his body and soul is strong, even if the Qi in the dantian is exhausted, he will retain quite good strength, so he did not show fatigue.

However, he has a "power bank", Zhang Zhiwei inhaled deeply, the sound of inhalation was like cloud friction, like thunder and lightning in his throat, he was invoking the power of faith in the hall for his own use, of course, before using it, he had to use the samadhi real fire calcination to purify it once to ensure that there were no worries.

This was originally a somewhat cumbersome process, but now, Zhang Zhiwei had reduced all the steps, and the terrifying indigo flames wrapped in the power of colorful faith suddenly poured into his body, adding fuel wood to his depleted power.

He roared with all his strength, and in an instant, the strength returned to his body, his breath was full, and his voice was as high as a dragon standing behind him.

Seeing that Zhang Zhiwei's voice was as powerful as a dragon, the immortals were shocked, and they couldn't help but think, this power is really endless?

Huang Ye was even more excited and almost jumped up, this ability, isn't it a legend? It will follow him to add firewood, and it will be frescoed and legendary.

"Sonorous!"

Zhang Zhiwei raised his sword and moved again, chasing and killing the remnants of the fleeing immortals, the Dongfeng Great Sword cut through their flesh and blood, bringing up the scarlet streamer.

Immediately, seven or eight immortal families were torn apart like broken dolls, but Senran's Dongfeng sword did not stop for a moment, pointing at Hu Gupo.

Seeing this situation, Hu Gupo cried sadly, and the seal was fierce, and in an instant, the only remaining Inari God moved violently, not attacking Zhang Zhiwei, but eating at the surrounding immortals, who were sacrificing their own immortals in blood.

These immortals were already frightened by Zhang Zhiwei, and they were running for their lives, never expecting that their own people would be killed, and many of them were poisoned.

This scene made the faces of the surrounding immortals who were watching on the wall change greatly, and they had a dispute about how to deal with it before, but now that it is gone, they are about to take it down and sell the little heavenly master a face.

Zhang Zhiwei was one step faster, without saying a word, he raised his hand and threw the Dongfeng sword out, the Dongfeng sword was wrapped in thunder, turning into a circulating divine light, revealing a heavy majesty, and the sword pointed to Hu Gupo, wandering away!

Hu Gupo, who was fleeing, knew that it was powerful, and hurriedly plunged into the mountain peak, wanting to escape, but saw the Dongfeng Great Sword wrapped in a cracked divine thunder and blasted over.

The mountain stone cracked, hit the bull's-eye, and the bones were mixed up in embarrassment, extremely miserable, and only the white bones of the forest were left on half of the body, as if they couldn't survive.

Zhang Zhiwei raised his hand, and the thunder in his palm was about to be swallowed out, but he saw Hu Gupo crying blood and wailing, shouting an incomprehensible Dongying spirit tune in his mouth.

Then, its entire body suddenly dried up, very fast, and all the flesh was empty in an instant, and the skin shrunk to the bone.

Then, even the dry bones began to crack and crumble, breaking towards the ground section by section, and it was sacrificing itself in blood, dying for itself.

Hu Gupo raised his head, which was almost turned into a skeleton, and from the skin and bones, he could see that he was pious:

"I respectfully invite the true spirit of the Imperial Soul God of Yuga to come."

Suddenly, Zhang Zhiwei only felt that he was suddenly shrouded in a malicious spirit full of resentment.

He turned his head to see that the size of the previous Inari God was expanding and becoming even larger.

It raised the fox's head, and did not look at the Hu Gupo who was about to collapse, but looked at Zhang Zhiwei, and a look of disgust appeared on the fox's face, anthropomorphic.

(End of chapter)