As time passed, Zhang Qing found himself moving more and more in the direction of inhumanity.

The horror of the three clears of one qi was gradually exposed with the growth of his cultivation and the increase of his clones.

Was that Tang Yuan weak before?

As a Wuxian Mountain, a demon cultivation sect with a number of earth immortals, the internal competitive pressure is absolutely impossible to be small, and the person who stands out from such an environment can be anything, but it can't be a weak.

There is also Hong Hao, who is in his hands at the moment, and his status is even above Tang Yuan, and even the nine holy son-level figures of Wujian Mountain.

To say that she is a fairy, and to be small, this person is also the seed of the immortal in the future.

It doesn't matter if she can't make it, but at least she's qualified.

Such a monk can never be weak.

But neither Tang Yuan nor this Hong Hao could bring much trouble to Zhang Qing.

All the reasons are due to the quantity and quality of the doppelgangers, as well as the improvement of the limit that Zhang Qing himself can bear.

This seemingly innate power is showing its crushing power little by little.

A large amount of doppelganger power is superimposed on this body, not just as simple as one plus one, but a fusion.

If all of Zhang Qing's clones were pulled in front of this Hong Hao to besiege him, there would not necessarily be any results, but when all these forces belonged to Zhang Qing, Hong Hao's disadvantage was instantly magnified.

"It seems that there is nothing more to talk about between us."

Zhang Qing's calm voice let out a judgment, and his arm turned into a red flame, drowning the flood haze, and at that moment, it seemed that a light bloomed on the other party's waist, resisting Zhang Qing's flames.

"Sure enough, there are means."

The black and white color of the immortal fan blurred the sky, and Zhang Qing snorted coldly, blocking the flow of all spiritual energy.

"Next time, you'll die at my hands."

Hong Hao looked at Zhang Qing, her eyes were full of resentment and angry killing intent, and when the words fell, a metal card on her waist exploded, and the endless tide spread around, and the cold flames melted the void.

The instantaneous burst of power dispelled the immortal transformation's enchantment, and also annihilated Hong Hazy's body, and a red light enveloped her divine soul and flew into the distance

In the surging tide of flames, Zhang Qing was dizzy from the turbulence, and the burning of the flames had no lethal effect on him, but the impetus of this force made him powerless to stop Hong Hao's departure.

The immortal transformation continued to disperse the flames that remained in place, and Zhang Qing stood in the void, coldly looking at the direction in which Hong Ha had disappeared.

The other party's state will not be better if it is not thousands of years, and it is very likely that he will lose his identity as the Nine Great Saints of Wujian Mountain because of this.

Who knows what will become of it in thousands of years, and perhaps this woman will never return to her current status.

The loss is not small, and this grudge is settled.

Zhang Qing didn't like this feeling very much, so he looked at the other unlucky people around him.

When Hong Hao left, he didn't have the strength to leave with these fellow disciples.

"You guys, you can't let me hit a wall."

The indifferent voice gave several people the death sentence, in a living way.

A few quarters of an hour later, Zhang Qing instructed the two people in front of him to find a way to return to Wujian Mountain and kill the seriously injured Hong Hao at any cost.

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He didn't have time to deal with the woman, but that didn't mean he just let the other party go back.

Hong Hao, whose strength has been greatly damaged, is definitely not the opponent of these two, as long as he has the opportunity, he can kill each other, no matter where the other party is.

Anyway, in the end, I couldn't find out the relationship between the two and Zhang Qing.

After a simple order, Zhang Qing put the matter behind him, and in the following time, he began to frantically replenish his team.

Then, find a suitable sect and break out into an earth-shattering war.

The surviving demon cultivator is the seed, and this is a battle of Gu worms.

"Just let me see how many seeds there can be after this cultivation world becomes chaotic."

Zhang Qing's eyes revealed coldness.

Over the years, the dozen or so Demon Cultivation Sects he had attacked didn't seem to have much impact on this vast cultivation world, at most it involved millions of cultivators.

But in fact, as in the situation of the Otsuki Dynasty, within the rule of the Mt. Mukiyama, Seihei has been too long.

Although the word Chengping seems a bit ridiculous to a group of demon cultivators, the truth is that it is always the monks at the bottom who are in chaos.

This can be seen from Tang Yuan and Hong Hao, who were born in Wuxian Mountain, and they really don't look like a demon cultivator, but like ordinary monks.

Until Zhang Qing arrived, the tide finally rolled up in the depths of this deep ocean.

The tide ferments over time and turns into a huge wave that engulfs the infinite amount of seawater.

Such changes will produce a lot of new things, the most intuitive is that those strong people who have been famous for a long time may fall, or they may go to the next level.

More often than not, a group of people who never thought of it turned into a back wave to replace those who died before the wave.

The chaotic demon cultivation world is what Zhang Qing wants to see.

He was able to harvest many precious seeds in this soil that gradually became fertile.

For example, the Ah Chen under his hand, the other party's cultivation has already reached the Golden Lotus Sankai, and I am afraid that it will only take one or two hundred years to open up the Heavenly Gate.

In this way, Zhang Qing continued to disturb this land of cultivation in an ant manner.

He won't deliberately take care of someone like Ah Chen, nor will he deliberately kill anyone because he doesn't like it, in short, he is like a spectator, gradually pulling himself out of this chaos.

Everyone is the Gu in their own dish, and as time passes, these Gu gradually become quiet figures standing beside Zhang Qing.

Years later.

Among the blood-colored flying boats, almost no cultivators were extinct, and behind Zhang Qing on the flying boat, there were ten demon cultivators in black robes, standing still like sculptures.

If it weren't for the wind blowing the cloak and hood from time to time, revealing a pair of suppressed tyranny and murderous intent, no one would have seen that this was a powerful opener.

"In groups of two or two, let's recruit people from each other, whether the good or the bad are uneven, in short, indiscriminately let the cultivation world within 15 million miles be chaotic."

When the existence of the Open Gate of Heaven ends up in a confrontation with the Golden Lotus forces, what will be the result, the answer is self-evident.

This may attract many people to chase and kill, but as clones, after receiving Zhang Qing's order, the last thing they fear is death.

The fall of an open gate of heaven has caused dozens of golden lotus forces to shuffle, is it worth it, even for Wujian Mountain, it is not worth it.

But for Zhang Qing, there is no difference.

As long as he can or the place where the wind and rain in this world can reach, it is his hunting ground.