But through layers of obstacles, the Demon Eye failed to find Zhou Yaozong.

Zhou Yaozong is not in the Blood Smoke Sect.

Song Yunge frowned and thought about it, could it be like himself, when he came to this time from the light cave, he ran away somewhere else?

But it's useless to look for Zhou Yaozong now, you just need the Demon Eye to guard the light cave here and see if anyone enters.

What he was looking for was the Soul Purification Sect.

What can really restrain the Blood Smoke Divine Skill is the Heavenly Purity Mantra of the Pure Soul Sect.

The Pure Soul Sect is a rather bizarre sect, it seems to be a Buddhist sect and a Taoist sect, and it is difficult to explain when mixed together.

The Soul Purification Sect is similar to the existence of the Heavenly Machine Gate, ethereal and ethereal, and I don't know where it is.

It was not easy for him to find the Soul Purification Sect.

Thinking of this, he gave birth to a chilling killing intent and unceremoniously rushed in the direction of the Blood Smoke Sect.

The Blood Smoke Divine Skill is too evil, and these cultivators of the Blood Smoke Divine Skill all deserve to die, just kill them directly.

The Demon Eye prevailed, he could find the Blood Smoke Sect with his eyes closed, and a quarter of an hour later, he came to the bottom of the mountain where the Blood Smoke Sect was located.

At this time, Zhou Yaozong had already returned to the Blood Smoke Sect and gathered all the elders in the sect master's hall.

Just as they were about to speak, Song Yunge had already rushed into the Blood Smoke Sect.

There was no great array of protectors in the Blood Smoke Sect, only guards, and when they saw him break in, they all rose into the air to intercept him, and at the same time let out a long roar.

Zhou Yaozong frowned.

When he came to the outside of the main hall, he jumped up, came to the air and looked down, and when he saw Song Yunge, his face suddenly changed greatly.

"Sect Master?" an elder next to him asked when he saw that his face was different.

Zhou Yaozong shouted: "Everyone avoids him!"

He shook the sky, and as he spoke, he had already shot at Song Yunge.

Song Yunge turned his hand and killed several people, avoiding Zhou Yaozong, and said with a long smile: "Come and don't be rude, if you can go over there and kill, I can break into this side, and report back!"

"You-deserve-——! die" Zhou Yaozong watched his disciples being killed one by one without fighting back under Song Yun's singer, and his heart was wrenched.

Song Yunge laughed and said: "I deserve to die, you deserve to die even more, cultivating this kind of heart-wrenching martial arts, the sin is unforgivable!"

"Killing ——!" The disciples were not only not afraid of being slaughtered like this, but instead inspired tyranny and blood.

They all went crazy and rushed towards Song Yunge desperately, even if they died, they would destroy Song Yunge.

It is this kind of madness and bloodiness that no one comes to provoke the Blood Smoke Sect, but anyone who dares to provoke the Blood Smoke Sect will be destroyed.

Song Yunge's body was like a ghost, and he avoided Zhou Yaozong lightly, killing the disciples of the Blood Smoke Sect with one palm.

In the blink of an eye, he had already killed more than two dozen disciples.

More disciples rushed forward desperately, cut down like weeds, but still rushed forward without care.

This is actually the effect of the blood smoke magic skill, as soon as I see blood, I am full of excitement, there is no fear, only excitement and excitement.

Zhou Yaozong's heart was like a knife, these masters who rushed up were all the top masters in the sect, and with this battle, the strength of the Blood Smoke Sect was greatly damaged.

He decided that he couldn't continue like this, and shouted loudly: "All disciples retreat! Violators will be expelled from the sect!"

"All disciples retreat!"

"Stand back!"

Several elders hurriedly shouted, and the sound shook the air and shook everyone's hearts, making them sober up.

Looking at the pile of corpses on the ground, they slowly came to their senses, the madness in their eyes dissipated, and they retreated.

But their body style is far inferior to Song Yunge.

Song Yunge was like a wisp of smoke, unpredictable, and at the same time, the Thunder Moon Divine Sword was also flickering, quickly reaping his life.

"Retreat into their respective courtyards!" Zhou Yaozong drank when he saw this.

The crowd retreated.

They had fought hard and had no fear, but as soon as they retreated, their instinct to survive suddenly prevailed, and they were all frightened, without their previous bravery, and hurriedly went back to their yards.

It's a pity that Song Yunge has a magic eye, and the Thunder Moon Divine Knife flashed, and he entered a courtyard in an instant to kill the people in the courtyard.

"Ah——!" Zhou Yaozong let out a long roar: "All elders, kill the enemy with me!"

He had already seen that Song Yunge was determined to destroy the Blood Smoke Sect, and today it was either you who died or I died, and a bad Blood Smoke Sect would be destroyed.

He didn't care about retaining his strength any longer, and took out a blood-red brand from his arms, like a brand of flame, the size of a palm, delicate and exquisite, with a strange pattern, and as he urged, a flame gradually rose.

The flames reached the air.

More than a dozen elders slammed their palms at it.

It grew larger and larger, turning into a fireball, as if turning into a round of sun, radiant and radiant, from red to white.

Song Yunge frowned, and the Thunder Moon Divine Sword shot out.

"Bang!" the Thunder Moon Divine Knife exploded.

Song Yunge's face changed slightly.

He didn't expect this fireball to be so powerful, and he could already see that this fireball was drawing power from the surrounding and getting stronger.

The surrounding power includes the power of the disciples of the Blood Smoke Sect, as well as the power of the rest of the Blood Smoke Sect, from the sky, from the earth, from the trees, the power is everywhere, and it keeps accumulating and accumulating.

Song Yunge turned around and left.

He didn't expect that this Blood Smoke Sect still had such a strange thing, such a powerful treasure, and if he didn't leave now, he might be able to endanger his life.

"Hey!" Zhou Yaozong let out a sneer.

His face was already pale, his black hair had turned gray, and he had suddenly aged by several decades, from a middle-aged man to an old man.

He paid such a big price, how could he let Song Yunge get out.

"Buzz......" The sky trembled.

The void is like a raging sea.

Song Yunge only felt that the violent power was surging from all directions, engulfing him in an instant.

He tried his best to urge Tongtian Gong, and his body suddenly lightened, and he suddenly drilled out of the shroud, and the next moment he had reached the height of the void.

"Boom!" there was a loud bang below, as if the angry waves were tumbling in the air, shaking him twice and spurting out a mouthful of blood.

He had palpitations in his heart, and he lost his heavenly merits, otherwise he would be more auspicious this time, and even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured.

"Ah——!" Zhou Yaozong roared angrily, and the blood-red brand in his hand suddenly burst out with red light, floating up like a feather.

This time it's its body, not just a red glow it emits.

The elders struck it with their palms.

It swelled in the wind, but when it reached the air, it shrank and turned into a small sword and shot at Song Yunge.

It was so fast that Song Yunge didn't have time to dodge.

"Snort!" Song Yunge's chest was shot through by a red sword.

He looked down and saw that there was already a hole in his chest, and weakness and darkness were surging to devour him.

He didn't expect this sword to be so powerful.

Seeing that Song Yunge's chest was transparent and was shot through by the red sword, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, if they couldn't kill him, they would all run out of skills.

The red sword spun in the air and shot at Song Yunge again.

This time it was Song Yunge's eyebrows, and it came instantly.

Song Yunge's face was gloomy, staring at the sword, and the Yellow Dragon Demon Sword had already been dispatched, colliding with the red sword.

"Boom!" he retreated with a muffled sound, and the red sword trembled in the air, absorbing the power around him.

Song Yunge did not believe in evil and continued to urge the Yellow Dragon Demon Sword, stabbing the red sword one after another.

For a moment, the red sword stopped in place and could not move forward.

Darkness and weakness came like a tide, and Song Yunge gradually couldn't hold on.