"Bastard, what are you doing?" the red-robed young man looked at Yizhu angrily.

"Jian Qingxin, take you people from the Heavenly Dao Sect first. Yizhu was too lazy to deal with the red-robed young man, as if it was a waste of saliva to talk to him.

Jian Qingxinyan glanced at Yizhu deeply, and finally nodded, arching his hand: "Thank you!"

Jian Xinxin knew that if she stayed now, the people of her sect would probably have to stay here, and she had thought about saving the monks of other sects before, after all, all the sects in the Ziyun Continent must be united in order to resist the enemy when they face attacks from aliens and the underworld in the future.

But now, she finally saw the true colors of these people clearly, and Yizhu saw them much more thoroughly than them.

Immediately, Jian Qingxin and the disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect poured into the seventh layer of the entrance passage, and in just a moment, there were fewer than a hundred or so monks who resisted the attack of the 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect'.

The red-robed young man and the others could only watch the monks of the Deceptive Dao Sect leave, their resentful eyes fell on Yizhu, eager to eat Yizhu's flesh and drink Yizhu's blood.

It's a pity that the monks of the 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect' won't give them a chance, and they all surrounded them again, there are more than a hundred people missing, they are equivalent to breaking a wing, where are they still the opponents of the monks of the 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect'.

"Yizhu, let's go over, do you want to kill the monks of the entire Purple Cloud Continent, you want to be the enemy of all the sects in the Purple Cloud Continent?" the red-robed young man shouted angrily, for some reason, he finally recalled in his mind the words of his father when he came.

In any case, it is better not to be an enemy of a brat who is shining red all over, otherwise the consequences are not something he can bear.

In the past, he had never taken his father's worries to heart, but now he regretted it a little, knowing that they would not be enemies with Yizhu just now, and they would be able to successfully reach the seventh layer.

"Let you go? Are you worthy?" Yizhu finally responded, his tone was full of disdain, and said: "Enemies of all the sects in the Purple Cloud Continent? Do you think that even if I kill you, the other sects of the Purple Cloud Continent will be enemies of me? Do you know who your enemies are? Do you know what the purpose of coming here is? Do you know who the enemies of the Purple Cloud Continent will face in the future? Just your group of wine bags and rice bags, counting on you to save the Purple Cloud Continent? Lao Tzu alone is enough!"

After being reprimanded by Yizhu, the red-robed young man was speechless, and the others were speechless, many people still knew some things about Yizhu, but now, no one dared to come forward to refute Yizhu.

"Goods like you, instead of stabbing the Purple Cloud Continent monk in the back at that time, it is better to die here, at least what you are killing now is the rebellion of the Purple Cloud Continent, and the death is also valuable. ”

With a wave of his hand, the blood-colored long knife blocking the passage of the seventh layer suddenly disappeared, and he picked up the Heaven Killer, Yizhu looked coldly at the many monks of the Purple Cloud Continent opposite.

When everyone heard Yizhu's words, although they were extremely angry, they were powerless to refute, and some people already regretted it in their hearts, knowing that they shouldn't blame Yizhu just now.

Every time Yizhu killed someone just now, there was one less danger for them, which was equivalent to helping them.

But they are still blaming Yizhu, if it were themselves, they would probably be even more angry.

Yizhu didn't make a move on them, which was already very tolerable.

"Even if Lao Tzu is a dog, he will wag his tail at me, for you? will only shirk responsibility and be selfish!" Yizhu scolded again.

It's really that these people are too bad things, help them, and in the end they can only get revenge.

I saw a group of people like children who had made mistakes, bowing their heads and not daring to speak.

Yizhu stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the monks of the major sects indifferently, and said: "Knowing mistakes can improve the great way, if you have any ideas, you can say them, while it's not too late." ”

"Senior Brother Yi really understands the righteousness!" When many monks heard this, they were overjoyed, could it be that things still had a turn for the better, and this person wanted to help himself?

They have all seen Yizhu's strength with their own eyes, and in just a dozen breaths, they have killed one or two hundred people, and if he is willing to make a move, they will be saved.

"We are also monks from the Purple Cloud Continent, we were wrong, and we still hope that Brother Yi will help. Then an older monk suddenly spoke.

Hearing this, Yizhu's expression was unwavering, and he couldn't see any emotion, and continued: "These hundreds of people who use the 'power of sacrifice' are forced out by me, and I will personally solve them, as for the rest, you have to wait for yourself." ”

As soon as these words came out, the hearts of many monks suddenly cooled, as if someone had poured a basin of cold water, and they were cold from the beginning to the end.

There are only about two hundred people who use the 'power of sacrifice', and now there are as many as a thousand monks from the 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect', and in addition to these, there are more than a thousand people.

Since Jian Xinxin had already entered the seventh layer with the monks of the Heavenly Dao Sect, there were only about three hundred of them left, and now they were one against five, where would they be opponents.

Escape?

This is the first thought that flashes through many people's minds, but the sixth floor is already dangerous, and this entrance is relatively safe.

Moreover, the sixth layer of space is not particularly large, and it is not so easy to escape, when the time comes, they will be scattered, and they will only die faster.

But if they don't flee, with one enemy and five, they are even more unlikely to be opponents.

For a time, many monks were caught in a dilemma, and they were now praying for their rulers to come.

Like the red-robed youth, he is also the first generation chief disciple of the Red Flame Dao Sect, if he wants to leave, it is not difficult, but many people in the Red Flame Dao Sect are still here, if he leaves like this, these people will have to die here.

The most depressed was the person led by the yellow-robed young man at the beginning, and their leader was directly beaten away by Feng Feixiang, leaving them here to wait for death.

"That's it, it's useless to say more, you can do it yourself!"

After that, Yizhu dodged and rushed towards the two hundred monks who had exerted the 'sacrificial power', don't think that Yizhu opened that passage and delayed for a long time, in fact, it was only one or two breaths.

Everyone looked at Yizhu's back, recalled Yizhu's words just now, and felt a slight sigh in their hearts.

And at this moment, Yizhu has rushed into the crowd with the Heaven Killing in his hand, these people have used the 'power of sacrifice', and he doesn't dare to be too angry, so he can only kill them one by one with the Heaven Killing in his hand.

For others, maybe it would be useful to have a lot of people, but in front of Yizhu, there is no meaning at all.

His speed could have crushed the monks of the same level, and the strength of these people may indeed be able to touch Yizhu, but it is almost impossible to keep up with Yizhu's speed, unless Yizhu's whole body spiritual power is exhausted.

As for wanting to exhaust Yizhu's spiritual power, the countless elders of the 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect' failed to do it at the beginning, not to mention these people, as long as they keep fighting, Yizhu's power will never run out, as for these monks who have become stronger through special methods, if they want to exhaust Yizhu's spiritual power, it is estimated that when they die, Yizhu will have nothing to do.

"Kill!"

The many 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect' monks who used the 'power of sacrifice' have slowly lost their will at this moment, they only have killing in their hearts, their eyes are red, their movements have become crazy, the terrifying sword qi and sword rays have flooded the void, they have sacrificed their souls, and this body is slowly no longer theirs.

I have to say that after casting the 'power of sacrifice', their strength has indeed improved a lot, but as long as they can kill to death, Yizhu is fearless.

After coming here, the only thing that gave Yizhu a headache was the unkillable ice monsters he encountered at the beginning.

But even those monsters were eventually found by Yizhu and killed them one by one.

The current situation, for Yizhu, is completely a small scene.

Poof

Blood bloomed one after another, like bewitching petals blooming in the void, gorgeous and enchanting.

One person, one sword, has completely become a nightmare for the monks of the 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect', frightening many people who have not used the 'power of sacrifice' to fight anymore, and those who have been controlled by the 'power of sacrifice' are also full of loopholes at the moment, and now their bodies have slowly stopped listening to their own calls.

And at this moment, the monks who were fighting with the other 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sects' also glanced at Yizhu's location from time to time, however, few people could catch Yizhu's trace at all, what they could faintly see was that there was a blood-colored red light shuttling through the crowd from time to time, and where Yizhu passed, there were only corpses and blood.

Everyone was terrified in their hearts, shocked by Yizhu's killing methods.

The same level is like ants!

Not to mention that there are only more than 200 people, even more than 2,000 people, it is estimated that it is not enough to kill.

"Impossible, how could he be so strong?" the red-robed young man's pupils trembled, and his heart kept roaring.

He had only heard his father mention that the young monk with a blood-red body was very strong, and he himself thought that Yizhu was just mythologized by his father, and he didn't expect that Yizhu's strength would make him reach the point of fear.

To this day, the red-robed young man was really terrified in his heart, for hundreds of years, in the face of cultivators of the same rank, even the most demonic disciple of the first generation of the 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect' of the same rank as him, Wen Tian, had not made him afraid.

Slowly, the battle around stopped all around, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the battlefield where Yizhu was, which had become Yizhu's performance alone.

And at this moment, the monks of the 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect' were also completely frightened, they wanted to escape, but they didn't dare to escape, they couldn't complete the task, and they all had to die.

There were only about two hundred monks from the other sects left, but they had forgotten their fears, they had forgotten to run away, and they were only shocked in their hearts, shocked by Yizhu's terrifying strength.

Time passed slowly, and after half a cup of tea, Yizhu finally stopped killing, and on the ground under his feet, blood stained the ground red, and the corpses were scattered, shocking.

All the monks who used the 'power of sacrifice' died, and they were killed by Yizhu alone!

Everyone swallowed, and some couldn't help but wipe their eyes, unable to believe what they were seeing.

At this moment, there is only one picture in everyone's eyes.

A black-robed young man, holding a bloody blade, stood alone in the middle of the mountain of corpses, his back was as straight as a pine, and his long black hair danced in the wind, flowing and free.

The black robe was neat and clean, unstained with any blood, as if the killing had nothing to do with him.

Drops of blood slipped above the blade, extremely scarlet, bewitching, and the drops of blood slipped gently, as if the blood was too dirty for Heaven to devour.

At this moment, one person, one person, seemed to have become eternal.

There was a dead silence in the audience, as if it were a chilling cicada, except for the occasional sound of a gust of wind and howling, as if mourning for the dead.

After a long time, Yizhu slowly turned around, his eyes fell on the remaining 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect' monks, and his eyes were as sharp as knives.

Poof

Suddenly, one by one, figures knelt on the ground, trembling all over, as if they had lost their strength.

Just one look frightened many monks of the 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect' to kneel, and this scene shocked the monks of the major sects.

Today, they finally realized the fierce side of this young man with their own eyes, killing hundreds of elite disciples of the 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect' was as simple as eating and drinking water, which was something that everyone could not think of.

"Do you know why the young master didn't kill you?" Yizhu's faint voice sounded, the tone was very flat, but it was full of domineering.

In his eyes, it was as if the slaughter of the remaining more than 1,000 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect' cultivators was just a matter of being captured.

But at this moment, no one refutated, if Yizhu wanted to kill them, maybe no one really ran away.

Everyone looked dazed and frightened, waiting for Yizhu's next words.

"You should be glad that your strength is too low, or that you have not yet been controlled by the 'sacrificial power'. Yizhu's tone was very cold, "I have to say, you are very sad, you are not even qualified to sacrifice, how can the people of the underworld look down on you cowardly and afraid of death." ”

When everyone heard this, their expressions were extremely complicated, what Yizhu said was right, although they were all disciples of the 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect', their strength was at the bottom of the 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect'.

Otherwise, why don't you have the method of increasing your strength, even if you are controlled by others, at least you have a sense of existence!

And now they see clearly that they are not even cannon fodder.

These people have limited talents, and they can enter the 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect' either because of their relationship or because their families have given away rare treasures. Expecting to use their own strength and talent to enter a first-class sect was like a dream.

"In less than two months, the Ancient Relic Land will be opened, and when the time comes to leave this place, I hope you remember that you are a person from the Purple Cloud Continent, not a person from the 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect'. Yizhu's expression was indifferent.

After a pause, he continued: "This time, spare you and wait, if you stand on the side of the 'Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect' next time, you will be the enemy of the master, and the enemy of the Purple Cloud Continent, don't blame the master for being ruthless, that's all, get out!"

As soon as the words fell, Yizhu turned around and flew towards the entrance of the seventh layer, although he knew that there was a chance that these people would eventually stand on the opposite side of the Purple Cloud Continent, but he was helpless.