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Chapter 66: The Sect That Will Perish in This Life

"Han Lingzi......" The Blood Refining Ancestor looked at the person who came, his brows furrowed, and a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He knew the identity of this Han Lingzi...... That is the four elders of the Spirit Desolation Great Sect, and his cultivation has been at the peak of the Yuan Infant for a long time, but that's it, he won't be so jealous, it's just rumored that these four elders have great magical powers, and even the void spirit can fight.

However, for him, this matter is only jealous in his heart, but there is no fear, and his cultivation is no longer a yuanying......

"Refining blood, if you kill my disciple, the old man will wipe out your entire sect!" As soon as Han Lingzi appeared, his expression became gloomy, and he glanced at Qiping County, which was lifeless, thinking that Wang Cheng might have been killed.

The Blood Refining Ancestor sneered, and at this moment, with a slap of his right hand, a force that surpassed the Yuan Infant suddenly appeared, the heavens and the earth were distorted, and the wind and clouds changed.

"Ethereal ......"

Han Lingzi's expression changed suddenly, and while his heart shook, his eyes showed a deep groan. He didn't know how Wang Cheng could provoke this Blood Refining Ancestor.

Seeing Han Lingzi silent, the Blood Refining Ancestor God sneered, and spoke proudly at this moment:

"Han Daoyou, the old man is now a cultivator of the Void Spirit, you are only a Yuan Infant Great Perfection, and you dare to say that you will destroy the old man's entire sect?"

The Blood Refining Ancestor's expression was cold, his divine sense swept away, and he suddenly found a wisp of vitality in the ruins below.

"Hmph, I'm not dead yet!"

The Void Spirit Ancestor snorted coldly, and his right hand suddenly raised, pointing at the wisp of vitality.

"Refining blood, don't do everything!"

Han Lingzi's tone was cold, and between the words, a fist of his right hand blasted out, and a majestic force erupted, suddenly facing the finger of the Blood Refining Ancestor.

Feeling the pain in his arm, he glanced at Han Lingzi, the Blood Refining Ancestor felt a little dignified in his heart, he didn't expect that this Han Lingzi was only a primordial infant, but he could shake himself, and the cultivation of the Spirit Desolation Great Sect was really extraordinary!

Han Lingzi's face was as usual, as if the Blood Refining Ancestor's punch had not caused any impact on him. It's just that his right hand trembled a little, and although he tried his best to restrain himself, he was still noticed by the Blood Refining Ancestor.

"Han Lingzi, your disciple killed my grandson, no matter who comes today, he must die!" The Blood Refining Ancestor said in a stern tone, and with a grasp of his right hand, Wang Cheng's broken body was grabbed by him.

Han Lingzi looked at this scene coldly, he felt Wang Cheng's trace of vitality, and at the same time he was happy in his heart, he was also groaning.

The next moment, his expression showed a hint of decisiveness, and a violent momentum rose from him.

"Put down the old man's disciple. Han Lingzi opened his mouth gloomily, took a step at this moment, raised his right hand again and again, and a brilliant light lit up, turning into a huge fist, and blasted towards the Blood Refining Ancestor.

The roar echoed, and the figure of the Blood Refining Ancestor did not move, his hands were pinched, and there were words in his mouth.

Streams of blood-red mist reappeared!

"Han Lingzi, you are the elder of the Spirit Desolate Great Sect, the old man will not kill you, now, you get out of me!" The Blood Refining Ancestor shouted, and the blood-colored mist turned into a blood dragon while rolling, opening his teeth and dancing and grabbing, and a bloody aura came towards him.

The blood dragon opened its mouth, and its body continued to grow, and in the blink of an eye, it had passed the size of a hundred zhang.

Han Lingzi's eyes moved, he took another step, pointed at the blood dragon with his right hand, and suddenly, the huge fist swept towards the blood dragon.

The roaring sound echoed through the heavens and the earth, Han Lingzi's face suddenly turned pale, and a blood pattern on his arm condensed out, and a smell of blood emanated from him.

"Blood Spirit Pattern ......" Han Lingzi's heart was gloomy, and his expression showed a hint of madness, he knew that this Blood Spirit Pattern was the strongest divine power of the Blood Refining Ancestor, once it was used, unless his cultivation was higher than him, he would definitely die.

He glanced at Wang Cheng, a trace of decisiveness flashed in his heart, and at this moment, all his cultivation exploded, and starlight lit up from him.

This is his way, the way of the star body that is refined into the flesh with the stars, and the way of the star body that is attained!

It's just that this path needs to enter the void spirit to be considered enlightenment, and now he has not yet reached the consummation of this path, but even so, for the sake of his disciples, he has already chosen to fight.

"Incarnate the stars. ”

The starlight of Han Lingzi's whole body gradually condensed, and a huge star shadow appeared behind him.

"Sky collapse!" He looked at the Blood Refining Ancestor, and took a step forward and swung a punch at the same time, bringing up a monstrous momentum, the dark clouds in the sky condensed, just a few breaths, thousands of miles of darkness, like the end of the world!

The Blood Refining Ancestor looked up at the sky suddenly, the sky seemed to be about to collapse at this moment, cracks appeared, and the power of the sky collapse was emitted from the cracks, and it came down with a bang at this moment.

This is a supernatural power...... It's not an ordinary spell, but a real magic power that can only be cast in the Yuanying realm!

"Ground crack!"

With a roar, a huge piece of land suddenly appeared under the feet of the Blood Refining Ancestor, and at this moment, the power of the earth crack that changed the color of the heavens and the earth spread out.

The Blood Refining Ancestor's expression changed unprecedentedly, he took a deep look at Han Lingzi, and with a sneer in his heart, he directly erased Wang Cheng's vitality and threw Wang Cheng's body.

Han Lingzi's face was extremely gloomy, and with a move of his right hand, Wang Cheng's body fell on his hand, but at this moment, the trace of vitality in Wang Cheng's body had already dissipated......

"The old man's revenge has been avenged, Han Lingzi, get out!" The Blood Refining Ancestor said in a cold tone, with a wave of his big sleeves, there was a ripple, and Han Lingzi's Heaven and Earth Splitting Technique collapsed at this moment and disappeared without a trace.

Han Lingzi's face was extremely ugly, looking at Wang Cheng's corpse, he sighed in his heart, and his body turned into Changhong and left here.

With Wang Cheng's corpse, Han Lingzi returned to Qingyang Peak.

He didn't go to the Blood Refining Ancestor to take revenge, not only because his cultivation was not enough, but the most important thing was that Wang Cheng was not completely dead......

He was shocked at first, but now he accepted it.

As soon as his divine consciousness moved, a cultivation power was released by him, and at this moment it poured into Wang Cheng's body and began to repair his body.

Although this body has lost its vitality, the spirit inside it is intact, as if it is maintained by a strange force.

......

When I opened my eyes, I saw a blank space.

"Dead......

Wang Cheng stood up, his eyes were confused, and he walked in this blank world expressionlessly, silent.

"You little doll, if it weren't for the old man's immortal mark, you would indeed be dead at this moment. ”

A voice sounded very suddenly in this blank world at this moment, and an old man in black suddenly appeared at this moment.

"Little doll, do you remember who the old man is?" The old man in black had a vicissitudes in his voice, and there was a bit of hoarseness in it.

"Back then, the old man gave you the immortal seal and asked you to help the old man go to Daochen Sect to gather his subordinates, but now that you are dead, even the old man's immortal seal is difficult to resurrect you. ”

When Wang Cheng heard this, he continued to be silent.

Looking at Wang Cheng, the old man in black sighed, pointed at his eyebrows, and suddenly a white brilliance suddenly appeared, turning into a strong vitality and integrating into this blank world.

Suddenly, this blank world began to change, and in the monotonous world, there was suddenly an extra bright moon at this moment.

"The old man's Void Spirit Moon is given to you, within thirty years, you must gather the monks under the old man's command!" The old man in black's voice gradually blurred, and his figure was blurred......

Wang Cheng stared blankly at the bright moon, a trace of light shone brightly, turning into vitality and awakening his spirit......

Time passed, and three years passed.

On this day, Wang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes.

This is a cave house, which looks familiar at a glance.

After a few moments, he stood up, and a feeling of weakness welled up.

He was wearing a white robe, and this white robe contained an aura in it, which was the costume of a true disciple of the Spirit Desolation Sect.

This is Cheongyang Peak......

A tingling pain came from his brain, and a stream of memories came to his heart, his mother's voice, Lu Ming's secret care, and Lu Dahai's spring breeze proud......

Wang Cheng squatted down with his head in his hands, his face was painful, and between the tears dropping, a figure appeared behind him silently.

"Wang Cheng. ”

Han Lingzi couldn't bear to look at his disciple, sighed in his heart, and said in a soft tone: "Since you have woken up, go to the Immortal Cave on behalf of my Qingyang Peak, this time Nanmo will lead the team......"

He had already used his cultivation to see what happened to Wang Cheng before, and knew that all his relatives had died, so he deliberately ignored it at the moment and did not mention it.

Wang Cheng ignored Han Lingzi, his expression was dull, he stood up at this moment and ran towards the outside of the cave.

Looking at Wang Cheng's departing figure, Han Lingzi sighed, knowing that Wang Cheng couldn't accept the fact that his relatives died.

......

Running on top of Qingyang Peak, Wang Cheng's eyes were bloodshot, as if he was no longer a monk, he fell like a mortal, blood flowed out, and pain came.

But he ignored all this, got up and continued to run.

I don't know how long it took, but he stopped, with a miserable smile on his face, and lay on a grassy field, full of despair.

But soon, he got back to his feet, and a monstrous aura emanated from him.

"Blood Refining Sect...... I, Wang Cheng, swear that in this life and this life, I will slaughter the entire sect of the Blood Refining Sect!"

Slaughter the Blood Refining Sect......

The difficulty of this matter for him is immeasurable.

Just because of the cultivation of the Blood Refining Ancestor, it is already in the Void Spirit Realm...... That, it is a powerful monk above the Yuan Infant, and he has gained a reputation in the past three years, and even if he is no longer respectful to the Shangzong Dao Chenzong.

Cultivation has become what Wang Cheng wants to do most at the moment.

"Cave of the Immortals...... Immortal Inheritance!" Wang Cheng's eyes flickered, and his heart became more eager than ever for the Immortal Cave.

Three days later.

Wang Cheng came to the South Peak where Elder Nanmo was, the South Peak was much smaller than Qingyang Peak, but the flowers and trees on the mountain contained spirituality, which was much better than the barren area of Qingyang Peak.

"True Disciple..."

"It is said that this person is a closed disciple of the Great Elder, and he has cultivated the Star Refining Divine Power......"

There are many disciples gathered on the South Peak, and the cultivation of these disciples is all foundation-building, and their identities are all at the level of core disciples, and Wang Cheng's true disciple status immediately became the person with the highest status here.

"It's just a peak cultivation of condensation, if I want to defeat him, I can take three breaths. ”

Song Tian glanced at Wang Cheng, whose expression was as cold as an ice sculpture, and secretly felt that Wang Cheng must be relying on his own identity and not taking these core disciples in his eyes.

Although his voice was not loud, many people around him heard it, and there was nothing on the surface, but in his heart he agreed with Song Tian's words.