There seemed to be a fire burning on Liu Qinghuan's chest. This fire was not only because of his deep hatred for the elliptical, but also because he was worried about the safety of Mu Yinyin and others.

The elliptical suffered a great loss in his hands. It can be said that the Dharma body and soul were completely destroyed. It was hard to predict what kind of terrible things he would do when he came back with such deep hatred.

So after he sent Yun Zheng and Jingjue away, he immediately found the nest of the Wanling Realm. Even if he was forced, he would force the elliptical out!

The majestic mountain gate fell down with a bang. Liu Qinghuan carried the immortal killing spear in his hand, with a cold expression and a quiet look, his eyes were like a quiet pool, and he walked towards the top of Xuanming Mountain step by step.

"Pixie, I'm here, where are you!"

His voice echoed in the mountains, and the entire Xuanming Mountain could be heard. His tone was indifferent, but it made people feel inexplicably cold!

There were chaotic footsteps coming from the mountain road, and a team of demon cultivators rushed out, and when they saw him, they roared: "It's him, stop him from going up the mountain!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The shouts of shouting were shocked by the four fields, and the demon cultivators quickly set out to battle formations, and a gray shadow gathered above their heads, condensed into a huge monster.

The monster lowered its head, aimed its two curved sharp corners straight ahead, making a sharp roar, rushing down like a tremendous momentum!

Liu Qinghuan continued to step up the steps as if he ignored it. He just gently lifted the silver-black spear in his hand, and saw a sharp light flashing across the tip of the spear. The powerful monster as strong as a mountain was picked out like paper.

With a loud bang, the monster fell heavily, smashing a piece of flowers, plants and trees. Several palaces were also affected and were smashed to a point of collapse.

Such a huge movement shocked the other demon cultivators who wanted to rush over couldn't help but stop, their faces were horrified and stunned. The team of demon cultivators had already turned over and over, and their mouths were bleeding as if they were hit hard, and their faces quickly became darker.

A blue cloud boot stepped on the stone steps where they were, paused beside one of them, and a cold voice sounded: "Those who blocked me will die!"

Teams of demon cultivators rushed out, and before they could even reach the front, they lay tilted across the sides of the mountain road. Blood stained the ground red, and the broken feathers flew around, screams echoed throughout the sky.

Liu Qinghuan gradually felt impatient, and the immortal-killing spear in his hand was replaced by the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen. The yellow water of the Styx River spread under his feet. With the rumbling sound of water like thunder, the water surged and rose, submerging the pavilions and towers all over the mountains. Countless demon cultivators were also involved, and they did not know life and death.

This was a one-sided massacre. No one approached Liu Qinghuan at all. Wherever he went, the flood would spread, and half of Xuanming Mountain was flooded in the water!

On the top of the mountain, in a palace, the atmosphere was so solemn that the air was frozen together. Several empty-level demon cultivators sat silently, but could not hide the anxiety in their hearts.

"Report!" A disciple rushed in from outside in panic. When he entered the door, he was crushed by a high threshold and suddenly rushed to the ground.

A thin male cultivator with a sharp mouth and a monkey cheek suddenly stood up and shouted, "Say!"

The disciple did not care about the pain of falling and replied quickly: "The disciples sent to the Heifeng clan sent back the news, saying that the Heifeng ancestor was wandering around and was not in the clan for the time being. Several other phoenix clans did not immediately agree to the request for support from our mountain, saying that they would discuss it in the clan before making a decision. The clan leader of the Qingluan clan in the west directly rejected our request..."

As he replied, the faces of the people in the hall became very ugly. The thin male cultivator slapped the small table beside him with a palm, and said gritting his teeth: "Those phoenix tribes, those people are very happy when they send us to do things on weekdays. Now we are bullied by others, and they dare to ignore them! They also discuss and discuss again. The man has killed us in the Tongque Palace. Are you planning to collect our corpses!"

He turned his head and said angrily at an old man with crane hair and a young face sitting on the left: "Elder Zhu, are we just sitting here and watching that person killing up the mountain? Don't forget that the other party is a cruel man who destroyed the Demon City with one person's strength. I'm afraid that all of us will not be enough for him to kill!"

The other people echoed: "Yes, the sent disciples can't even block that person. The situation is so serious, what should we do?"

"Yes, our news has been sent for most of the day. Has the ancestor not sent back a new instruction yet?"

Everyone looked at the old man anxiously. The old man finally stood up and waved away the sector who was trembling with fear, and then said: "Don't worry, the ancestor said that we should delay for a while first, and when the arrangements are made there, the order will be sent back immediately."

"And it's dragging!" said the thin demon cultivator with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek: "I don't know how many casualties and injuries of the disciples. If you drag them down, our Xuanming Mountain will be almost sinking! What does the ancestor mean? Are you planning to make all of us pay? In addition, there is you!"

His eyes were blood-red and he glared at the old man angrily: "I always felt strange. Since the ancestor came back from seclusion this time, his behavior has become extremely strange. And no one here has met the ancestor except you..."

The old man's face suddenly changed and he shouted, "Huangfeng! What do you mean? How dare you question the ancestor's actions? Is it my fault that the ancestor did not summon you?"

The thin demon cultivator sneered: "I don't mean anything, I'm just wondering if some people use chicken feathers as order arrows to falsely pass the imperial edict!"

"you!"

"Okay OK, stop arguing..."

Several people in the hall were quarreling, and suddenly there was a fluctuation in the space. A faint light flashed suddenly, and a cross-border messaging talisman fell down.

Everyone was stunned. The old man quickly took the talisman with quick eyes and hands, and opened it, his face couldn't help but be overjoyed!

"Let's go, we can go and meet that person!"

Several people hurried out of the hall and looked down the mountain. They saw that most of Xuanming Mountain was submerged in the water, with anger tide and floods!

The person who killed him cultivated a terrifying evil spirit, as if he was walking out of the underworld and was ruthlessly reaping other people's lives!

The thin demon cultivator gasped and muttered in a low voice: "Isn't he Dao Xiu? Why do you look even more terrifying than a demon cultivator? And do you think he has thorns on his body..."

Before he could finish speaking, Elder Zhu beside him had already rushed into the air and shouted loudly to the bottom of the mountain: "Stop!"

Liu Qinghuan raised her head, with no emotion on her face, her eyes were as bright as Bingfeng, which made Elder Zhu feel chilled.

"Since someone came out, where is the piloot, tell him to get out!"

Elder Zhu calmed down and said, "You have found the wrong place. The ancestor is not on the mountain now. You have killed countless sects in my mountain. Are you not afraid of causing anger among the public in my world? Don't forget that this is the world of all spirits! It is not a place where you can practice recklessly alone!"

Liu Qinghuan said coldly, then turned her gaze away and continued to walk up: "So what if you do it randomly? If you don't come out today, don't blame me for slaughtering you all over the house."

All the demon cultivators shivered, knowing that there was no false statement from him. Even if other tribes in the Wanling Realm settled the score later, it would be impossible for them to pay back their lives!

Elder Zhu didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, and quickly opened the cross-border messaging talisman in his hand: "Aren't you looking for our ancestor? He is now in the Battle Realm of Mingshan."

Liu Qinghuan suddenly looked up: "Mingshan Battle Realm!"
Chapter completed!