It is precisely because of the existence of this seal that Chengshan Zhenren took the name of Chengshan.

This is the magic weapon he has been cultivating for a long time!

The Qingshan seal flew out of Chengshan Zhenren's hand, spun in mid-air, and soon became extremely large.

From a miniature hill that could be held in your hand, it has become a huge rock the size of several zhang!

Such a huge bluestone seal, just by smashing it at will, its power is unimaginable.

Now that it has been sacrificed by a real person who has built a foundation, with the blessing of the mana of the foundation building realm, the power can naturally be imagined.

The green mountain seal has not yet fallen.

He Song saw a group of black-clothed monks fleeing from the periphery of Xianfang in a panic, and fled frantically outside Xianfang.

These monks who escaped with their lives were the evil cultivators who fought with the law enforcement team before.

It may be due to inaccurate messages.

Or maybe it's because of too much greed.

These evil cultivators have been wreaking havoc in the Immortal Fang for so many days, and they still have the courage to stay here.

But looking at the number of people, He Song frowned a little.

The number of these blackfriars is too small, only a dozen or so.

More than a dozen people, it shouldn't pose such a huge threat to the law enforcement team in Xianfang.

Doubts in my heart.

He Song's face remained unchanged, his eyes did not blink, and he stared at the Qingshan seal in mid-air.

This was the first time he had seen Tsuki's real shot.

Before, because he had never left Zhushan Immortal Fang, he had never even seen the full strength of a late-stage Qi cultivation cultivator.

This time there is a chance, and it is natural to have a rise in knowledge.

Under the gaze of a group of monks like He Song in the immortal fang.

The Qingshan Seal, which was originally floating in mid-air, also moved at this moment.

It's not as bulky as He Song imagined.

The huge Qingshan Seal was as fast as lightning, and under the urging of the mana of Chengshan Zhenren, it smashed towards the group of black-clothed monks like a meteorite.

The group of black-clothed monks were also alert, and when they saw the Qingshan seal attacking, they immediately turned into birds and beasts and fled in all directions.

He Song fixed his eyes and even found that these people fled in different directions.

Except for no one running into the fairy fang, a monk who fled for his life appeared in almost all directions.

It seems that each of these monks is good at escaping for their lives, and they all know to disperse and escape.

Thundered!

With a loud bang.

The huge mountain rock that Qingshan Yin turned into slammed into the ground, smashing the originally solid ground into a huge hole.

The huge rocks continued to move forward by inertia, plowing the ground into a deep ravine.

However, the scene in front of him seems to be staggeringly lethal.

But the thunder is loud and the rain is small.

A powerful attack that plows the ground into a deep ravine.

But he didn't even touch a single hair of those loose cultivators.

For a moment, the Xianfang monks who were watching all this were a little stunned.

Even He Song, looking at Chengshan Zhenren's gaze, couldn't help but bring a trace of astonishment.

Tsuki-based real people?

That's it?

Can you smash people crookedly with a magic weapon?

What about your senses?

But just when He Song thought so in his heart, he glanced at the corner of his eye, but faintly found that something was wrong.

A golden thread that is imperceptible to the naked eye has now connected all the blackfriars who are fleeing.

If it weren't for the corner of He Song's eyes that discovered the difference between the golden silk thread and the surrounding environment, I am afraid that He Song would have directly ignored this golden silk thread that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

Taking his eyes off Chengshan Zhenren, He Song's eyes rolled, and he quickly determined that he was not mistaken.

And it's right now.

I saw Chengshan Zhenren snort coldly, and with a slight movement of his fingers, the golden silk thread disappeared into his hand.

Forthwith.

The black-clothed monks, who were still fleeing in all directions, were instantly separated and fell to the ground as blood gourds rolling on the ground.

They didn't even let out a scream before they fell to the ground and died.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen monks were in different places, and their corpses were separated.

These blackfriars.

Some are in the late stage of Qi training, and some are in the middle stage of Qi training.

For He Song, as well as the monks who lived on the outskirts of Xianfang.

These people have a high level of cultivation and strong strength.

If you face it head-on, there is no chance of resistance.

can only beg the other party not to target him.

But in the face of a Zhuji Zhenren, these monks who could have been powerful and blessed on the periphery of Xianfang were like ants at this moment, and they were killed by Chengshan Zhenren at will.

Chengshan Zhenren just made a random move, and these monks were turned into corpses all over the ground at the same time.

Time.

The whole fairy square can be heard falling needles.

Everyone was suppressed by Chengshan Zhenren's hand.

Killing more than a dozen evil cultivators casually, the strength of Chengshan Zhenren to build a foundation realm was fully revealed.

His gaze swept over the bloody corpses outside Xianfang, and He Song's scalp felt numb.

This...... Is it the foundation realm?

What a majesty!

What a magnificence!

What a strong strength!

However, after killing these dozen evil cultivators, Chengshan Zhenren looked into the distance and snorted coldly.

"Count you as fast as you get!" After saying this, Chengshan Zhenren looked at the inside of Xianfang, with a hint of uncertainty on his face.

"What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and rebuild Xianfang!" Leaving a sentence, I saw Chengshan Zhenren wave his hand, and more than a dozen storage bags suddenly flew out of the ground, and they fell into the hands of Chengshan Zhenren.

At the same time, an earthy yellow light fell straight into the exquisite small courtyard in the center of Xianfang.

Until a quarter of an hour after the figure of Chengshan Zhenren completely disappeared.

Zhushan Xianfang, which was originally smellable of falling needles, slowly "lived" it.

After several days of rampant evil cultivation, the outer perimeter of Zhushan Xianfang was almost completely destroyed.

Most of the houses used for rent on the periphery are dilapidated, and only some uninhabited rooms still retain their original appearance.

However, since Chengshan Zhenren has returned, the security of Zhushan Xianfang has also soared countless times in an instant.

The law enforcement team, which originally supported the beams, no longer has the original tension at this moment.

Even He Song dared to go out with Wei Fan and take a look at the outside world.

It's safe from the outside.

When He Song went out with Wei Fan, a trace of joy flashed in their eyes for the rest of their lives.

However, when the eyes of the two of them saw the dilapidated houses on the outskirts of Xianfang, they suddenly became sad.

"Well, I don't know how many of my friends survived this ordeal." Walking side by side with He Song, Wei Fan's eyes scanned the ruined scene around him, but his mouth sighed.

Although he did not remind those friends in advance to leave Xianfang for refuge.

Although he did not choose to shelter those friends.

Although he didn't do anything for those friends.

But there is no shortage of sighs on the lips.

Ordinary friends, not friends like He Song and Meng Guan, don't feel distressed when they die, and they don't necessarily have any benefits when they live.

In this cruel world of cultivating immortals, only being alive is valuable.

At the same time, indifference to the lives of others has almost become the most basic common sense of immortal cultivators.