"Clang"

The Great Light Palm poured down, and golden flames flew in the air. It turned into a ball of palms of about a meter and hit the ground. The Seven-Sage Monster who could not dodge was slapped on the ground by the scorching giant palm and was caught in it again.

The Tianbang attack with all his strength caused all the elites of the Seven-Secret Sect brought by Zhang Chu this time to seriously injured.

If you are not lucky, you will be shocked to death on the spot.

Zhang Chu is lucky.

Or rather, Yang Tao avoided him.

The powerful Big Light Palm did not hit him, and the Ye Luo Qi Jue Knife that Zhang Chu waved was also empty.

The killing leaves fly around, chopping into the ground in the afterglow of the flames, and the dust splashes flying.

Make the fire light emitted more ethereal and more gorgeous.

"Uncle Tao, do you really want this?"

Zhang Chu's face was now tangled.

He looked at Yang Tao who was smiling in front of him, and then looked at the wailing members of the Qi Jue Sect behind him. He was somewhat helpless, put away the knife in his hand and said to Yang Tao:

"I'll leave with my disciples now, okay?"

"No."

The head of the Holy Fire Sect looked calm and said:

"I promised my saint to teach the saint that the demon clan on the north bank of the Yangtze River would have to die, and one or two of them would not escape, so as not to break my promise.

But if you, Zhang Chu, are not among them, you can leave safely.

The guardians and the elites of the Thirty Thousand Holy Fire that I had agreed to have been under your command, and I will not break my promise. But don’t take these disciples you brought with me.

It would be very cost-effective to exchange their fate for the saint to be calm in my heart."

Yang Tao leaned on his golden peach stick, and he twisted his beard and said:

"Anyway, your Qijue Sect's disciples do many evil things on weekdays, and they will die if they die, and no one is wronged."

"Uncle Tao, you are also a person in my teaching."

Zhang Chu was leaning on a knife, and the light in his two-colored pupils remained unchanged, he said:

"Don't do things so terrible."

“That was before.”

Yang Tao raised her left hand, and another hot flame extended across his five fingers.

The martial arts master, the Great Light Palm is ready to go, and he replied in a warm voice:

"After tonight, I will no longer be a member of the Demon Cult, and the Holy Fire Sect is no longer a member of the Demon Cult. After tonight, will the word "Demon Cult" be there?

Zhang Chu, don’t talk to me.

If you let you go, you will go.

Zhang Moye is indeed here tonight, but for all the things you did, you have to stop me from fulfilling my promise. Your father may not necessarily jump out and stop me from beating you up."

Zhang Chu had no choice but to take two steps back. He looked at Yang Tao and said:

"Uncle Tao is still complaining about me being foolish?"

This time, Yang Tao did not answer immediately.

He just looked at Zhang Chu calmly.

After a few breaths, he casually slapped out a hand, and the scorching palm wind rose again in the darkness, and once again blew hard on the ground. The fire light rushed into the sky and flashed away, killing all the remaining Qi Juemen.

As the fire drifted, Yang Tao turned around and left with a peach wooden stick.

While walking like a real old man, he said without looking back:

"How could it be?

I am an elder, how could I have the same knowledge as you, the younger generation?

The wisp of holy fire that should be given to you has been used by me. In a while, the sacred fire will be delivered to you. The relationship between me and you, Seven Quarterfly Sect, will end here.

You should do it yourself in the future.”

He said he didn't care.

But I actually care a lot in my heart.

But what can Zhang Chu do?

He knew in his heart that he was foolish in Luoyang and earned Yang Tao to participate in the Caishiji incident. Now, his retribution has come, and Yang Tao killed the elite seven-character elite in front of him.

He couldn't even make a dissatisfied hum.

Although the Demon Cult does things, it often doesn't make much sense.

But this time, the truth is really not with him.

"What you Zhang Chu does is not worthy of your dominance!"

On that day, Chen Qiu's words in Luoyang City, in front of the White Horse Temple, once again rose in Zhang Chu's heart, causing a shadow to appear in the heart of the Seven-Secret Sect Master.

He looked back at the seven-character elite who died tragically behind him, and there was no special expression in his two-color pupils.

There was no trace of guilt or anxiety.

As long as the life and death contract is still there, there are as many disciples as there are still people practicing martial arts, and as long as someone wants to take shortcuts, Zhang Chu will never lack cannon fodder in his hands.

What a pity, it was a big deal, but Ren Hao was not sure that he had a way to reverse the world in a desperate situation.

It was this missed one and that ruined the entire Demon Cult's last chance to counterattack.

"This trip to Jinling was not in vain."

Zhang Chu rubbed his chin and threw away the knife in his hand. This was not a good knife. After the Tianlang sword was taken away by Chen Qiu, he could not find a good knife for a while.

Fortunately, the Ye Luo Qiji Sword is a unique skill in the world, and it does not emphasize the power of famous blades.

He actually has the supreme twelve tools on hand.

Unfortunately, the magic sword was evil, and Zhang Chu really didn't want to touch it.

"Leader Ren Hao, you really taught Zhang a good lesson. I'll be taught tonight."

Zhang Chu looked at the direction where Yang Tao left, bowed and turned around and rushed in the other direction.

His father was competing with Ren Hao at this time, and in the final battle, he decided to be the best in the world.

But Zhang Chu didn't want to see his father at this time.

This time he lost.

Face is dull.

It's not yet time yet.

When all his plans come true, when he has the power of the world and his hegemony is already completed, it is time for him to meet his father again with gloriousness, and he will continue to work hard.

Until he doesn't embarrass his father.

“Huh?”

After Zhang Chu flew out dozens of feet, he suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at the other side.

He narrowed his eyes, looked at the dimness of the damaged camp, and stood on tiptoe and moved quietly to the place.

He discovered something very interesting.

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"I can't hold on!"

Dongling Jun staggered and landed on the ground.

He supported most of the burned tents with one hand. In the messy night, the old ghost Penglai was trembling all over, and it was obvious that his body was damaged.

But what is more serious than physical collapse is the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness.

The souls of the three thousand-year-old ghosts are superimposed together, which has caused the toughest body in the martial arts world to show signs of collapse and dissociation.

"The meridians and acupuncture points are melting themselves, and the dantian has already collapsed and cannot gather in one place."

In Dongling's state of mind, Hongchen Jun said sternly:

"Dong Ling, go and find a suitable body, otherwise the three of us will be destroyed here tonight!"

"Where are you looking for?"

Dong Lingjun gritted his teeth and said:

"It is difficult for ordinary bodies to carry us. With the standards of a thousand years later, the worst and worst ones must be half a step ahead of the sky. Only when the true energy is nourished by the body for many years can one barely bear the heavy pressure of the soul.

Where do you want me to find this place of chaos and murderous intent?"

"You two are so awesome!"
To be continued...