"Don't think about your life and death at the moment, think about your sect, think about your family!

The body of the Imperial City Worshipper who had been cut into several pieces was drenched in blood, and before it fell to the ground in the air, a cultivator wearing the robe of the Imperial Historian had already roared violently and rushed out.

He lurked in a covered bridge, and in this covered bridge, there were more than twenty cultivators.

None of these cultivators were wearing official robes, and they were all cultivators from some cultivation sites and prominent clans around Jiankang City.

These cultivators knew very well that Ziyun was not something they could match, and they could only go up to die, but the roar of this imperial historian made them rush out with great bravery.

Who doesn't want their sect to survive forever, who doesn't want their family to be prosperous and rich, and not to be displaced like those unprotected untouchables.

Exchanging one's life for the stability and wealth of the teacher and his family is worth it in the eyes of these people.

"Huh!"

These twenty or so cultivators had just swept out, only to feel that there was a sudden silence around their bodies, and the True Yuan aura that was stirring up each other on their bodies was also suppressed by a terrifying force, like clusters of small flames that had just been ignited were directly suppressed by a lake.

"Ahh

Many of them cried out in shock, and they were shocked to find that the one who rushed to the front was still roaring, but the body of this one was already waist-high. The upper body of this imperial historian is still rushing forward, giving people the feeling that he is twisting his body in two.

But the most terrifying thing was that Ziyun had already arrived in their formation, right among the more than twenty of them.

"You people ....."

Ziyun's sneer sounded, not only into the ears of these people, "You claim to be loyal to the country, the war between the Southern Dynasties and the Northern Wei Dynasty was tense before, most of you were hiding and hiding, and it wasn't the desperate efforts of those people in the border army and my junior brother that saved Zhongli." You people are not incapable of fighting, but when your true interests are touched, you are like turtles with shrunken heads. The war at the border pass is tight, and I feel that the Southern Dynasty is dying in life and death, and there are not many powerful cultivators to help, but now you gate lords have all come out. So this is the so-called virtuous king? So it's the same as the old saying, generals who will fight desperately.

It's not as good as a begging dog by the emperor's side. You people, even if the Northern Wei Dynasty really comes in, I'm afraid you won't fight hard, but will surrender directly. You people are like dogs, what's the use of cultivating, wasting the aura of heaven and earth!"

He sneered constantly, and although he didn't think about every word, he almost said whatever he wanted, but these words made many people ashamed and indignant.

"Shut up!"

The Empress Dowager's heart was blazing with murderous intent, although she, Shen Yue, and He Xian were known as the Three Saints of Nantian back then, but she had always been ranked last among the Three Saints, and she had been suppressed without light. Shen Yue and He Xian were the great enemies she had been trying to get rid of for countless years, and she had been forced to be trapped by the situation for many years, after Shen Yue and He Xiu died, He Xiu's true disciple was already equivalent to her heart knot, and all her grievances had already been transferred to this person.

She was already angry when she missed the blow just now, coupled with Ziyun's words at this time, in her opinion, it was actually a mockery of her, mocking her for having peerless cultivation, even if she was in the Great Northern War before, she cherished her feathers and did not go out.

Her killing intent was monstrous, and in the midst of the shouting, a huge demon-slaying pestle phantom fell directly from the air, like a miracle.

Puff puff puff......

The bodies of the more than twenty cultivators around Ziyun all exploded, turning into clouds of blood mist.

What was shattered was not Ziyun's body, only two footprints that shimmered with starlight.

The Queen Mother's face was extremely gloomy, although she did not speak again, but the hair behind her was like a demon snake constantly surging, and the clouds above her head continued to change, and even bloomed with many sword-like crystal energy.

He Xiuxian, a true disciple of the True Inheritance, had obviously obtained the complete Star Walking Divine Technique of Tianyan Palace, and when the Daoist of Tianyan Palace had performed a non-complete Star Walking Divine Technique before, he would leave such footprints in the sky, and now that he had left such footprints, it would only mean a provocation to her.

"Huh!"

Ziyun's figure had already flashed at a riverside pavilion.

In this pavilion, there was originally a woman in palace clothes, this palace woman was in her thirties, extremely beautiful, and before Ziyun's figure appeared, her ten fingers had fallen on the guqin in front of her.

This three-stringed guqin has just been filled with murderous power, and it has not really bloomed its power, "dong" one

sound, a footprint had already appeared on her chest.

The footprints sank deep, and blood spurted wildly from her mouth.

In the face of this kind of female cultivator, Ziyun also treated everyone equally, and did not keep her hand at all, and this female cultivator was the head of the workshop, not only the female official in charge of the music and rhythm in the palace, but also the cultivator beside the queen mother.

Ziyun stepped on the female cultivator with one foot, but the three-stringed guqin that originally belonged to the female cultivator was photographed by his true yuan, and flew directly in the air, following behind him like a living thing.

"Huh!"

Ziyun's body disappeared in an instant, and he swept forward dozens of feet. The three-stringed guqin broke through the air with him at an astonishing speed, and the three strings cut countless chaotic currents in the air with the plucking of his true yuan.

"Dang!"

A powerful True Yuan power erupted from Ziyun's body and poured into this guqin, which shook violently, and even made a deafening roar of gold and bronze like the striking of a giant bell.

"Snort" "Snort" "Snort" ......

The countless chaotic currents formed by the cutting of the strings instantly changed drastically, evolving into incomparably condensed energy, just like countless sword qi slashing in all directions.

The blood flowers continued to bloom, and more than a dozen cultivators lurking in the house and dozens of sergeants armed with armor-piercing heavy crossbows pierced their bodies before they even had time to show up.

"Ahh

The old man in the distance who had spoken out before to let Ziyun keep his hand was so distressed that he almost fainted.

Although the killing here is not more than the number of people killed on the battlefield, but such a killing, the strangulation is all powerful cultivators, for him, this is the essence of the Southern Dynasty being strangled, this kind of dozens of dozens of cultivators were strangled in an instant, at this time it is a spiritual famine, the loss of the Southern Dynasty, I am afraid that it will not be able to make up for decades.

The blood is churning, the breath of death is constantly permeating, and Ziyun is unparalleled in speed, which makes the bravest people chill, but only one person is like being in the land of spring flowers, only to feel that the fragrant and delicious flowers are blooming all around.

The Demon Sect smiled calmly, his face was serene, like a god and Buddha in a temple, and those blood flowers of death were sweet honey in his perception.

He breathed deeply, and countless streams of vitality born from death continued to surge towards his body.