"Click!"

The clear sky was thundering, and everyone was shocked. The Forgetful River hand held the lee spirit bead toward the sky. The thick thunder cloud suddenly rolled violently, and a destructive aura was pressing down. Everyone felt the pressure doubled and it was difficult to breathe. The dim sky became extremely bright, and the dazzling light burned everyone's eyes like the scorching sun.

"Thunder come!"

With the cold sound of Wangchuan, the sky was changing, the dim earth was lit, and the lightning was like a waterfall and flowing down three thousand feet. The disciples of various sects were instantly swallowed up. The huge Lun Daotai platform turned into ruins, fireworks rose, and figures fell from the air. The people outside the Lun Daotai platform were gasping for cold air, and their hearts were scared, and their spines were already wet. If it weren't for Zhao Wuji's timely blessing Lun Daotian's defensive array, they would have caused harm to the fish in the pond.

"You are not my opponent, admit defeat, don't make fearless sacrifices!" Wangchuan put the Thunder Spirit Pearl into the Yuan Mansion, and the thunder clouds in the sky disappeared. Although these people in front of him looked disgusting, they had no deep hatred with Wangchuan after all, and Wangchuan really didn't want to commit more murder.

Of course, he did not think that he was a good person and could speak the Buddha's holy heart like a Buddhist disciple. If these people in front of him did not obey his advice, he would not mind offending these dozen sects.

In fact, from a certain perspective, he felt that he was the same type of person as Jiang Xun, and he could also be cruel and use any means to treat the enemy. The only difference is that he knew how to restrain and restrain himself than Jiang Xun.

Because he understands the sufferings and helplessness in the hearts of those people at the bottom, and he knows the shortcomings of human nature, so Jiang Xun likes to plunge into the ghosts of the human heart and use the shortcomings of the human heart to play with and manipulate people, and he just wants to be a cold-eyed bystander. He always believes that in the dark place, there will be sunshine, and the truth, goodness and beauty in the world are the warmest things, otherwise he should have turned into a pile of bones and buried in the wind and sand of Moyan Town.

The disciples of a small and medium-sized sect such as the Tianxin Sect and the Five Elements Sect have already developed a desire to retreat. However, the Wuji Sect and the Duan Dao Sect were not intimidated by Wangchuan, which made them in a dilemma. Their small and medium-sized sects are in decline, and they are incomparable to the Wuji Sect and the Duan Dao Sect. It is quite difficult to cultivate a disciple in the Taixu Realm.

If they do not retreat at this time, the disciples will die on the spot, and the strength of the sect is greatly weakened. If they retreat, theirs will be in trouble again. Who would like fence-bearing? They had offended the great sects such as Taixu Temple, Baihua Valley and Lingyun Pavilion. At this moment, they offended the Wuji Sect and the Duan Dao Sect. In the future, there will be no place for them to stand in the cultivation world.

An Zengshou and Gao Shun saw through the thoughts of these people and made a generous promise that they would make up for their losses. The elders of these small and medium-sized sects were comforted and made up their minds to advance and retreat with the Wuji Sect and the Duandao Sect. Although the disciples on the stage complained, they did not dare to violate the orders. If they knew that they had become the bargaining weight for the elders to negotiate, they would not know how to think.

"The water comes!"

Seeing that these disciples were unwilling to retreat, Wangchuan stopped talking more. The murderous intent suddenly arose, and the water of Jingjiang became turbulent and surging, causing huge waves of thousands of feet, just like a ferocious beast that opened its bloody mouth and swallowed them one by one. These disciples drove magic weapons to resist, and some outstanding cultivation wanted to break the huge waves with their strength, but the water was invisible and they could not stop the attack of the river.

Water can carry boats and cover boats. The Jingjiang water controlled by the Water Spirit Pearl is not ordinary river water, which contains vast water spiritual power. The river water constantly squeezes the activity space of these disciples, the body protection circle is getting smaller and smaller, and the true energy in their bodies is getting less and less.

"Howl!" The dragon roared, like a thunderous roar of mountains and seas, and was deafening. The river water turned into ferocious water dragons. As Wangchuan waved his arms, he broke through the huge waves and crashed towards these disciples. With a "boom", a huge energy rushed into the four fields like a sea of ​​rushing mountains. The magic array of the Taoist temple was unbearable and was instantly destroyed. Zhao Wuji took two steps back and hurriedly activated the second magic array of the Taoist temple. Only then did the Taoist temple survive.

However, the disciples who fought with Wangchuan were not so lucky. Many people were like willow catkins in the wind, and were blown away by huge power. The water spirit bead emitted a dazzling light, and the flood-like river water gradually condensed into a bead the size of an egg. Wangchuan twisted his fingers and flew into Jingjiang like a meteor. A roar came, and Jingjiang returned to its former peace.

"Tick, Tick..." A bloody rain fell in the sky, and the ground was covered with blood red for a moment.

"If I want to kill you, why bother so hard?" Thinking of the conversation between Wangchuan and Jiang Xun that day, everyone realized that Wangchuan was not a false statement, and secretly thanked that he did not offend Wangchuan. They actually had this idea: With Wangchuan's ability, I'm afraid that the monks in the Xu Realm who rushed to the Void Realm would not be able to get a little advantage in his hands. With such a ridiculous idea, they did not question the slightest doubts.

Wangchuan was fully capable of destroying these people in a moment, but he didn't do that. Lei Lingzhu played for a while, and then changed to Water Lingzhu played for a while. These people were tired of dealing with each other and had no power to resist. With pity, they looked at the people who were still fighting with Wangchuan in the air, just like watching a group of cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

In their eyes, Wangchuan was a fierce man. He was originally a tiger in the mountains, but he was willing to be a domestic cat and play with a group of mice. He had to exhaust the group of mice before enjoying the taste of fresh meat. They sucked the cold air, and even looked at Wangchuan with fear. They secretly reminded themselves not to offend such fierce people, otherwise their fate would be like these mice, and Wangchuan would be crushed to pieces by Wangchuan.

"This is the end you choose, I can't blame me!" Wangchuan pinched his fingers, and the true energy of the pure Yang gusts out of his body like a flood discharge. The temperature around him rises rapidly, and the sea of ​​fire ignited in the air again. He turned into a shadow and rushed towards the crowd. "The cold pond spirals and Shaoyang are opened, the three jade flutes and three swords are rotating, the flying phoenix land is three steps, and the dragon and blue waves are on the ninth floor."

The sixth sword of the Chunyang Sword Technique was used!

The sound of birds echoed, and Wangchuan was like a phoenix flying out of the sea of ​​fire. The fierce and hot sword energy swept everywhere. The disciples of the sect had no choice but to avoid it, and their eyes showed refusal and fierceness, driving the initiative to face Wangchuan. They wanted to fight for their lives! A pure Yang sword energy flew past, and only a few sounds of metal breaking sounds, the broken magic weapon fell, and blood spilled out like rain, and more than a dozen disciples died on the spot.

Another sword energy was slashed out, and more than ten disciples were killed in an instant!

Seeing the brothers beside him die one by one, but the elders were unmoved. These disciples had already reached the end of despair and could not help but roaring to the sky, with the sound of sorrow. They really wanted to admit defeat and leave, but do they still have a way out? They couldn't figure out, is it the elders they had served respectfully for decades? Why are they so cruel that they forced themselves to die? Is it because they are so serious that their lives are so cheap?

Despair and anger, these disciples' eyes were pale. They no longer had the breath of life, and the breath of death filled the air. They gritted their teeth and chose to explode the Yuan Mansion, wanting to die with Wangchuan. However, Wangchuan sighed slightly at this time, and the magic tricks were pinched, and three Wangchuan suddenly appeared in the air.

"Bibo Dragon!"

"Donor, show mercy!" Huijue's face showed a look of great sorrow. He wanted to stop Wangchuan, but it was too late. He heard a dragon roar, and Wangchuan turned into three dragons and walked through the crowd. The light and shadow were heavy, and pure Yang sword energy passed by in the air.

After decades of practice, we have gone through thousands of hardships to achieve today. They regard the master as their home, respectfully serve the elders in the sect, and in the end they are only ruthless abandonment. This painful and sad mood is permeating the air, infecting the practitioners in the temple of Buddhism.

The mist slowly rose and his eyes were red. Many of the practitioners present had a hazy sight. In the haze, they seemed to see themselves, struggling in the vast sea, desperate, and dying in pain in fear. They kept asking themselves whether one day they would be abandoned by the master like a bad item, and whether they would be marked with a clear price on the table of elders like a product.

They are glad that they are still alive, but they still have a hard time feeling in their hearts. Survival of the fittest. It is said that mortals suffer, but in fact, they are the most suffering. In the world of cultivation, the laws of the jungle are more stringent. Sometimes the lives of practitioners are not as precious as a magic weapon. Who cares about the life and death of an ordinary disciple? The elders in the sect care about those talented inner disciples. They will give them all the best cultivation resources of the master to the inner disciples.

To put it bluntly, ordinary disciples are just a slightly higher-level servitude in the Cultivation General Sect. If they want to stand out and win the favor of the elders in the Sect, they must practice hard. However, their talent is limited and their cultivation resources are extremely scarce, which has long been destined to not achieve anything in their lifetime. However, they are unwilling to accept their fate, and even if they suffer all the torture, they still persist and struggle. They envy Wangchuan, who not only has extraordinary talents, but also has extremely high luck. As long as they show their strength, they will win the joy of the elders.

The wandering cultivators in the temple left dejectedly. The group of practitioners at the bottom of the cultivation world, who were all blunt in their eyes, were born with humiliation from the moment they entered the square sect. How can they start respect? When they watched the disciples of various sects who had once arrogant died in despair and helplessness, they understood a truth: life is as thin as paper, and what is dignity?

The practitioners who remained in the temple closed their eyes. They saw the scene of blood floating and broken limbs and arms flying. They secretly prayed for the dead colleagues in their hearts, wishing that they would be born in an ordinary family in the next life, with poetry, books, rituals and music as their companions, and simply spend their short life.

"Bang bang bang!" The dull sound of falling continued to sound, and everyone's faces twitched.

"Master Nian Zai Huijue pleads for you, and today I will spare you life and be an ordinary person! If I hear that you are doing evil in the future, even if you are at the end of the sea, you will take your lives." Wangchuan took back the Dongxu Sword and glanced at the dozens of practitioners lying on the ground.

At the last moment, he chose to forgive. Compared to him, these disciples who were abandoned by the master were much more miserable. He destroyed the Taoist foundation of these disciples and the Yuan Mansion was broken. Unless a miracle happened, there was no possibility of practice.

The practitioners present opened their eyes when they heard this, and their sadness was swept away. They looked at the disciples who were lying on the ground but were still alive, and then they celebrated. Some even flew forward and helped the disciples in their hands up. Their eyes were full of respect when they looked at Wangchuan.

"Amitabha, donor, benevolent in the house." Huijue nodded with satisfaction and looked at An Zengshou. Gao Shun and others asked, "The winner has been decided, do you still have any objections?" However, at this time, An Zengshou, Xu Youqian, Gao Shun and others handed each other a color, and then more than a dozen elders of the sect standing on their side took action at the same time.

Wangchuan did not expect that these people would actually ignore their identities and attack him at the same time in front of everyone. They were unable to react and rushed out to fight. They were unable to do so. They were knocked away and vomited blood. After one blow, the elders did not stop. Huijue's face changed slightly and suddenly appeared in front of Wangchuan. The Vajra was angry and slapped out with one palm. More than a dozen elders were shocked to retreat several steps!

"Shameless people, take my life!" Wangchuan was furious regardless of his injuries. The Water Spirit Pearl and the Thunder Spirit Pearl were used at the same time, and the Fire Control God Art and the Pure Yang True Art were used together. He turned into a shadow to bypass Huijue. The Pure Yang sword energy shook, and the three forces of water, fire and thunder were activated at the same time. The heaven and earth changed color, and the wind and clouds changed.

These elders were shocked. They did not expect that Wangchuan would dare to fight back, so they joined forces together, without reservation, and used all their strength to hit Wangchuan. The people around were also stunned. Huijue took action to stop him. The Vajra Buddha Dharma appeared and took the attack on everyone with their own strength. Wangchuan still wanted to attack, but because of Huijue, he could not avoid it.

Wangchuan was furious, his face became ferocious, his eyes emitted blood-red light, and his murderous intent was awe-inspiring. His pure yang aura turned black, and the blood vessels in his body were like dragons. He fell into madness. His aura kept surging, and the surrounding spiritual energy surged into his body. Cracked on his body, like cracked rocks, and black and red light shot through the cracks. It made people feel as if they were in the extreme yin and yang, fierce and biting cold.

"No, this kid is possessed!" Shen Yan's expression was extremely serious. Old Guo frowned slightly, but he didn't say a word. He just carefully observed the changes in Wangchuan's body. Xiaoying looked a little nervous.

The mysterious inscription with an ancient aura appeared again on his eyebrows, and he let out a terrifying laugh. Huijue saw the inscription, revealing it.

"Do away!" Wangchuan punched, and the black and red aura instantly attacked Huijue. Huijue raised his hand and greeted him with his palm. "Bang", Huijue was forced to retreat half a step back.

Wangchuan had already jumped over Huijue at this time, and slashed at the dozen elders who had just attacked him. The sword was slashed in disorganized manner and his power was extremely powerful, but he did not know how to avoid it at all. The elders found a gap and hit Wangchuan with one blow, and Wangchuan seemed to be in pain.

He danced the Dongxu Sword wildly and chopped tirelessly, but did not cause substantial damage to the elders who kept avoiding them.

Wangchuan became even more crazy, the Tianfeng Jiuyao divine armor burst out with dazzling light, his cracked slimming out endless flames, and the cave sword burned its fire! The water spirit bead and the thunder spirit bead suddenly sank into his eyebrows.

"call!"

His whole body began to emit four colors of true energy, black, red, purple and blue, covered by lightning.

He raised the Dongxu Sword and slashed it with one sword. Tens of sword energy flew out in an instant. Wherever the sword energy passed, there was a harsh sound in the space. The elders' magic weapons and body protection covers were crushed by the sword energy. The blue water spirit power turned into a rope to tie them tightly. The sword energy swept over, and cracks appeared in their bodies, and then their bodies exploded and flesh and blood flew.

Wangchuan did not eliminate the hatred in his heart, but continued to wave the Dongxu Sword. Every time he swung his sword, there were thousands of sword energy. His flesh and blood were shattered into pieces of fingertips by the sword energy. Thunder and lightning knocked it into black charcoal, and the blood was dried up by the flames. Wangchuan let out a terrifying laugh, and suddenly the blood was spewed out, and he fell heavily to the ground like a ceramic bottle.

Like a piece of rocks, the body of the body was spliced ​​off one by one, and the white bones were revealed in half of the body of the Tianfeng Jiuyao Divine Armor, which looked extremely scary. He climbed up with difficulty, and the hand that had no flesh and blood was still holding the Dongxu Sword. Blood was like a spring, and the Dongxu Sword was dyed blood red. He staggered towards An Zengshou, Gao Shun and Xu Youqian.

His blood-red eyes suddenly stared at Huijue in front of him, "Amitabha! Donor, when will he wait until he doesn't wake up!" As he said that, Huijue couldn't bear to close his eyes, put his palms together, and recited the scriptures.

"Namo, Helatanna, Dorayeya, Namo, Adaya, Polujah, Shuobolaya, Bodhisattva, Mahasattva, Mahasattva, Kalunijah..."

As Huijue sang, the Buddha's Dharma image was golden light, extremely sacred and solemn, with evening drums and morning bells, the sound of the Sanskrit is ethereal, the ground is filled with golden lotus, and the fragrance is swelling. Everyone hears it, like a clear spring to cleanse the dust of the heart, calm the mind, and the filthy and turbid air is exhaled, feeling very comfortable.

"Ding!" Dongxu Sword fell to the ground with his hand. Wangchuan suddenly hugged his head and moaned in pain. The hostility on his body continued to compete with the golden light. For half an hour, the hostility gradually dissipated. His eyebrows loosened, the inscription faded, and his eyes returned to normal.

"Amitabha!" Huijue opened his eyes, letting the road open, and said earnestly: "One thought of heaven and one thought of hell, donor, whether to go or stay, you will decide for yourself."

"Amitabha, thank you for your advice. My Buddha is compassionate and still has a Vajra anger. I know that my sins are serious, but when dealing with these despicable villains, even if they turn into Shura Sword, I will fight for right or wrong."

Wangchuan respectfully performed the Buddhist ritual, called back the Dongxu Sword, and continued to walk forward, "An Zengshou, Gao Shun, Xu Youqian, aren't you always saying that you want to avenge your disciples? What are you waiting for?!"

"Children Huangkou, I will crush your bones and ashes now!" An Zengshou, Gao Shun and Xu Youqian looked at each other, so the three of them flew to attack Wangchuan. Zhao Wuji shouted angrily, "An Zengshou, Gao Shun, Xu Youqian, you are so brave, come and take it down!"

"Abide by the order!" Dozens of Xuanyu Guards from the Wild Fire Camp wanted to attack these three people, and Wangchuan said, "Commander Zhao, thank you for your kindness. You don't have to interfere in this matter. You must kill these three old thieves with your own hands!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly became a little anxious, flew over and stopped Wangchuan, and said solemnly: "Wangchuan, it is related to the royal face, you should step back."

Wangchuan shook his head stubbornly, "Commander Zhao, if I retreat at this time, this matter will definitely become my inner demon, so please help Zhao."

Zhao Wuji was a little annoyed, "Since you want to die, Zhao will not care about you!" After saying that, he snorted coldly and sent Xuan Yuwei back.

"I don't know how to live or die!" An Zengshou, Gao Shun and Xu Youkuan showed sinister smiles on their faces when they saw this. The three of them said nothing, and their magic weapons greeted Wangchuan one after another. Wangchuan called out the Thunder Spirit Pearl and the Water Spirit Pearl, and held the sword and staggered towards the three of them. With a "boom!", Wangchuan flew backwards, and blood sprayed on the Dongxu Sword.

An Zengshou, Gao Shun and Xu Youqian took advantage of the victory to pursue the victory, and the magic weapon rushed towards Wangchuan again. Wangchuan slapped the ground with a palm, and took advantage of the opportunity to turn over to avoid it. An Zengshou and others' magic weapon burst out of a sinkhole, and the remaining power shook Wangchuan out. Wangchuan fell heavily to the ground, his bones were dislocated and the blood was about to dry up. An Zengshou, Gao Shun and Xu Youqian's magic weapon flew over again.

Just when everyone thought Wangchuan was about to die on the spot, the Dongxu Sword in Wangchuan's hand suddenly emitted a dazzling purple light, and a force that destroyed Gula suddenly shook the three of them's magic weapons, and then saw Youruo appear beside Wangchuan.

With Youruo's appearance, the temperature around him dropped to an extremely freezing point, and the temple was in an uproar. Youruo looked at An Zengshou coldly, Gao Shun and Xu Youkuan asked coldly, "You want to kill him?"

"So what!" An Zengshou snorted coldly and teased: "An thought that this little bastard was backed by a master, and it turned out to be a sword spirit who was unknown. Duan Qixuan, Ruan Wucheng is really a waste, and he would actually die at the hands of you little girl."

"Brother An Dao, Brother Xu, don't talk nonsense to this girl, just kill her!" Xu Youkuan said.

Gao Shun and Xu Youqian's cultivation level are at the peak of Chongxu Realm, while An Zengshou's cultivation level is even more at the original realm. Youruo only has the cultivation level of Chongxu Realm, how could Wangchuan let her die? He pulled the corner of Youruo's skirt and said weakly: "Senior sister, you go, it's not worth it for me."

"If they dare to hurt you, they will die today!" Youruo looked at Wangchuan, his eyes much softer, but his words were still cold and indifferent.
Chapter completed!