Zhang Sheng stopped the actions of the disciples of the Ziyu Sword Sect behind him, and he knew that his side had no chance of winning.

"I, Zhou Changqing, have always had clear grievances, since you have done these things, you have to bear my anger, for the sake of your sincerity, you can judge yourself!" Zhou Changqing said lightly.

"I hope you can talk and count!" Zhang Sheng showed a wry smile on his face, and then the mana in his body fluctuated wildly, and the Yuan Ying in the sea of consciousness fell apart in an instant, Zhang Sheng's face was flushed, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, his consciousness gradually blurred, and his body fell backwards violently, obviously dying of anger.

"Sect Master!"

All the disciples of the Ziyu Sword Sect showed sad expressions, and many disciples were still crying bitterly, only the old man looked at this scene with a blank face, and Zhou Changqing took the expressions of these people into his eyes.

The two disciples of the Ziyu Sword Sect carried Zhang Sheng's body back, and immediately turned around and wanted to leave.

"Everyone else can go, old man, you can't go!" Zhou Changqing suddenly said when he saw that they wanted to leave.

"Evergreen Sect, don't deceive people too much!" a middle-aged infant cultivator from the Purple Yu Sword Sect stepped forward and rebuked angrily.

Zhou Changqing didn't answer, just stretched out his hand a little, and the Yuan Magnetic Divine Light pierced this person's head, and those who were already dead could no longer die.

"You ......" Someone else wanted to step forward to speak, but was stopped by the old man in the middle stage of the transformation of gods.

"You guys go first! I'll stay, I think it's Sect Master Zhou who still has something to say to me. The old man said in a hoarse voice.

"But ......"

"Let's go!"

Someone else wanted to say something, but they were also interrupted by the old man's mouth.

"Yes!" The people of the Ziyu Sword Sect could only obey the old man's words, and took Zhang Sheng's corpse away from here little by little.

The fate of the old man was naturally the same as Zhang Sheng, but he was torn apart alive by the Flame Lion King, and even the Yuan Shen did not escape the catastrophe.

"Changqing, you just let them go, if they go back to find the Wood Spirit Holy Sect, I'm afraid it will be unfavorable to Changqing your sect!" Zi Mei came to Zhou Changqing's side, looked at the Ziyu Sword Sect monks who were about to disappear from everyone's sight in the distance, and frowned.

"I promised Zhang Sheng that I wouldn't kill them all, Chilian, Baimei, you go to hunt down 30,000 miles, and after 30,000 miles, no matter what the result is, you will withdraw and make peace with us!" Zhou Changqing said lightly.

A bewitching woman and a middle-aged man with white eyebrows walked up to Zhou Changqing and bowed, the woman's name is Chi Lian, and the white eyebrow man is Bai Mei, Chi Lian and Bai Mei are a red snake demon and a white-eyed giant ape demon respectively, these two demons are both demon kings in the late eighth order, and their strength is strong, the two of them heard Zhou Changqing's order, they all showed a cruel smile, and after bowing down to receive the order, they turned into two red and white rays of light and chased in the direction of the departure of the Ziyu Sword Sect.

"You're so bad! The two of them can kill all those people with any of them, and you even sent the two of them to go together!" Purple Charm glanced at Zhou Changqing with a white face, and she agreed with Zhou Changqing's approach.

"It's not that I don't give them a chance, but it depends on their own creation!" Zhou Changqing said lightly.

At this moment, Tongtian Rat walked to Zhou Changqing's side with a solemn face.

"Sect Master, I seem to have discovered the whereabouts of the Ghost Saint!"

Zhou Changqing suddenly turned his head and looked directly at the Tongtian Mouse.

"Where is he? How many people are there?"

"It should still be on some nameless desert island in the Water Spirit Domain, his condition seems to be very bad, and there is no one around to protect him. ”

Zhou Changqing's eyes lit up instantly.

"It seems that we haven't gained anything from coming here this time!" Zhou Changqing smiled.

Originally, Zhou Changqing was very depressed about this operation, except for some things he had collected from the Ziyu Sword Sect just now, he had no gains, but he didn't expect to have an unexpected joy now. Although the things he collected from the Ziyu Sword Sect were also valuable, Zhou Changqing believed that the Ghost Saint's worth would definitely not disappoint him.

On a nameless desert island in the westernmost part of the Water Spirit Domain, the group stepped on this small island covered in thick fog.

Dozens of people stopped at the entrance of a small cave, Zhou Changqing closed his eyes and felt the breath in the cave, and sure enough, he found a familiar breath, and a smile appeared on his face.

In the depths of the cave, the ghost saint is carrying the qi and blood in his body in order to stabilize the injuries in his body, and he now has no mana in his body, so he can only use this most primitive method to heal his injuries.

"Stepping on ......" A slow and chaotic footsteps sounded from the cave, the sound from far and near, more and more clearly into the ears of the ghost saint, the ghost saint slowly opened his eyes, the dark pupils looked at the only hole leading here, and soon a blurred figure came into the eyes of the ghost saint, the figure was getting closer and closer, the ghost saint saw clearly, the person at the head had a handsome face, full of long blue hair, wearing a white robe, this person was Zhou Changqing, behind him, purple charm, Lan Bing, the Flame Lion King and others also followed Zhou Changqing's footsteps step by step towards him。

"It turned out to be a group of monsters, I don't know why you came to me?" Although the ghost saint was a little flustered in his heart, his face was expressionless and very calm.

"Ghost Saint, it's really a big name, I am Zhou Changqing, the sect leader of the Evergreen Sect, and I am here to borrow some things from the Ghost Saint seniors. Zhou Changqing stood in place when he walked to a distance of less than ten steps from the ghost saint, and said to the ghost saint with a smile.

"Oh, I don't know what Sect Master Zhou wants to borrow?" The Ghost Saint feels very aggrieved now, in the past, thinking of people like Zhou Changqing, he didn't even bother to pay attention to them, and now he had to talk to these people.

"Borrow Your Excellency's head!" Zhou Changqing said, slapping his palm on the Ghost Saint's chest, and a miniature small tripod in his palm was emitting a hazy light, spinning slightly.

The ghost saint naturally would not sit still, although he did not have the slightest mana in his body, but his physical strength was still there, and he met it with a punch.

"Boom!"

After a loud bang, the ghost saint was slapped out by this palm, and smashed heavily on the stone wall behind him, and the hard stone wall was smashed into a deep dent, and countless cracks spread around it. The ghost saint hit the stone wall and was rebounded back, rolled on the ground in embarrassment, fell to the ground on his back, blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, the injury on his body that had just been suppressed a little bit recurred, and the cracks on his body resurfaced again, and his whole person tended to fall apart.

Zhou Changqing took more than a dozen steps backwards with a "sloppy", and was helped by Lan Bing before stopping.

"It is worthy of being a ghost saint, injured to this extent, and with such a powerful force. Zhou Changqing said lightly.

"Boy, the life of the deity is not so easy to take, you have to be prepared to die!" The ghost saint got up from the ground with difficulty, sat on the ground, and looked at Zhou Changqing calmly, his body began to swell, the speed was extremely fast, just the blink of an eye, his whole person had become a balloon, and he could no longer see his true appearance, and the cracks on the balloon were criss-crossed.

"Oh no! he wants to blow himself up!" exclaimed Purple Charm.

Zhou Changqing was also shocked, and then the small tripod in his palm expanded rapidly, and Yiding covered the ghost saint in it.

"Boom!"

After a violent muffled sound, the entire cave began to shake violently. Zhou Changqing looked at the place of Wanhua Tianzun Ding with an ugly face, and saw that the fine cracks on the Ding Dao appeared, constantly expanding. Zhou Changqing stepped forward and touched it, and the giant tripod immediately fell apart and turned into countless pieces.