A bright light shone, Ren Qianxun changed back to a normal human-sized body, his hands shook, more than two million sword lights appeared, and two small consummation sword formations were formed in an instant, and there were more than two million sword light slashes at every moment, but in just a few minutes, all the remnants of the Southern Liang Sect were strangled. [Ran^Text^Library] []

Ren Qianxun glanced at the gradually setting sun, unleashed the mystical escape technique, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. In just a moment, he flew out of more than 100,000 miles and came to the mountain gate of Nanhua Sect. This time, he didn't report his name first, because the sect has a big formation of protectors, although he is not afraid, but when the big array is formed, he will inevitably have to spend more time and feet.

"Little Consummation Sword Formation!"

Ren Qianxun whispered, and instantly sacrificed more than two million sword lights. More than two million sword lights, all of which are spiritual, just like more than two million soldiers who are not afraid of death, their sword moves are different, but they are a complete set of sword moves, and with subtle cooperation, they are like one and perfect.

The cultivators of the Nanhua Sect were stunned by the overwhelming and incomparably sharp sword light before they knew what was going on. The low-level cultivators died in pieces, with thousands of blood, and at some point, the blood sword stood in the air, absorbing the essence of blood and qi in the bodies of these cultivators, nourishing their own use.

The two small consummation sword formations are to kill the cultivators of the early stage of the Tribulation, and there is no longer any need to talk about it, not to mention that the highest cultivation is not a small sect that has returned to the void. Most of the disciples of the small sect are first-class Jindan spirit bodies, and they are instantly cut into several sections when they encounter the sword light.

He Zhilao, the elder of the Nanhua Sect, instantly sacrificed the power of mysteries and spiritual weapons to protect his body, and Rao was also covered with bruises. He secretly said in his heart: I don't know which way he provoked the evil star, and he was killed at the mountain gate. He mustered all his strength and said, "The seniors are here, and the small sect is shining. There must be a misunderstanding between the seniors and our sect. If there is anything that provokes the seniors, I will definitely apologize. ”

"Misunderstanding? Your eight districts and three sects have united to besiege and kill my master. The enmity of life and death, is it a misunderstanding. Ren Qianxun said coldly. If anyone does not offend me, I will not offend anyone, but if anyone offends me, he will be punished tenfold. Ren Qianhiro is not a person who is looking for trouble and is thirsty for killing, but when others provoke him, there is absolutely no possibility of swallowing his anger.

"South Gate? How did a tribulation old monster pop up from the South Gate? An apprentice who taught He Zhennan? He Zhennan is only a few thousand years old, and his spirit body has been cultivated to the point where he can teach an apprentice in the tribulation period?" All this is beyond common sense, and he can't figure it out.

With a stabbing sound, several sword lights slashed, and he was so busy sacrificing his spiritual power, he couldn't protect his whole body in a hurry, and immediately decided to protect several fatal positions. "Ahh

He Zhilao looked at the devilish man in the sky, gritted his teeth, and flashed a trace of determination: "The seniors spare their lives! The seniors spare their lives! The juniors are willing to surrender to their seniors and be the slaves of their predecessors." Please be gracious to your predecessors. ”

"You, be my slave, hehe!" Ren Qianxun looked at He Linglao with a lot of amusement, paused, and then said: "There are countless strong people under the command of this seat, and there are thirty-three war kings in the Tribulation Period alone. Do you think you are qualified to be my slave with your cultivation?"

Thirty-three of the tribulation periods under his command? These words seemed to have great magical power, and He Linglao froze in place, and his eyes were dull and stunned in place. In his eyes, the Tribulation Period cultivator was already unattainable, and he had been fighting for all his life.

Just when He Ling was stunned, dozens of sword lights attacked at the same time. Before he could react, he slashed at his body in unison. Dozens of cuts, and at the same time, strands of blood spurted out, and blood splattered nine feet. His eyes were a little blurry, his figure staggered, the vitality in his body quickly dissipated, and he said with difficulty: "Are you telling the truth?"

Ren Qianxun said lightly: "Is it necessary for this seat to deceive a dead person?"

He Zhilao said: "There is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people." I sat in the well and watched the sky. Cultivators respect the strong, and they die in your hands. When he finished speaking, his head tilted, and his body fell down in response, and he went to heaven.

"You don't have the heart of a strong man at all. Ren Qianxun muttered to himself, and before the words fell, he turned into a translucent light and flew towards the last South Wind Sect.

When I came to the South Wind Sect, I saw that the sun was gradually setting, the light was no longer dazzling, and in less than three quarters of an hour, darkness would descend on the entire Southern Wilderness. Ren Qianxun knows that he doesn't have much time, and he doesn't hide it, and he sacrifices the power of mystery.

"Anti-Heaven Technique, Open the Heavens!"

He whispered, and the Heavenly Mystery suddenly became violent, but after a few breaths, a translucent giant axe condensed above his head. The giant axe is not big, the whole body is translucent, it looks unpretentious, and the power fluctuates and is restrained, making people unable to figure out the strength and weakness. Then Ren Qianxun raised his hands above his head, held the giant axe together, and swung it down with force.

Thundered!

The giant axe turned into a white ray, and in an instant, it cut the land of thousands of miles in half from the very center, forming a ravine about ten thousand miles long. If you look closely, the depth and width of the ravine are enough to call it an abyss.

This radius of thousands of miles is the lair of the South Wind Sect. The Southern Wind Sect didn't want other sects to choose any cave heaven blessed land, Qishan Junfeng was the old nest, and he followed the example of the country and built a radius of thousands of miles into a prosperous small country. Cultivators and mortals coexist here, and a set of operating rules has become extremely mature.

At this time, Ren Qianxun sacrificed his spirit body, incarnated the world, the illusory small world, and instantly enveloped all the radius. His eyes kept looking at the land, and he changed his original mind. There are many mortals here, and a powerful person like him disdains to slaughter mortals.

If you use the anti-heaven technique, open the sky, and brutally smash it more than a dozen times, this radius will turn into a ruin, a country of death, and no one will be spared.

"That's it!' Ren Qianxun said to himself, he couldn't bear to kill mortals, so he immediately decided to use more means to kill the high-level cultivators of the South Wind Sect within a radius of 10,000 miles, so that the South Wind Sect would no longer exist.

"Incarnate thousands!" Ren Qianxun whispered, he had memorized a lot of magic powers in the sage Laozi Qionglou Yuyu, and with the improvement of his strength, many terrifying great magic powers, he could already use them. This incarnation is one of the supernatural powers.

As he spoke, ten strands of anti-heaven mystery in his body were divided, turning into ten mystical clones, and then the surging spiritual power turned into thousands of spirit clones. Then Ren Qianxun's spiritual power radiated thousands of miles to the land, and sent a clone of them to hunt down and kill the cultivators of the South Wind Sect.

At this time, Ren Qianxun relied on the anti-heaven mysteries to be comparable to the power of the spiritual realm, and each mystical clone was equivalent to a cultivator in the Tribulation Period, and the spirit clone was comparable to a cultivator who returned to the void. He is incarnated in thousands of people, such a camp, absolutely swept away.

Ren Qianxun looked at everything indifferently like a bystander, and one by one he quickly harvested the lives of the high-level cultivators of the South Wind Sect. Corpses were all over the field, wailing constantly, and figures were scurrying out. But all this is useless, there is a small world that covers a radius of thousands of miles, and not a single ant can escape. You provide the latest, fastest and most complete free novel updates [] site URL:, please support this site!

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