Swish.

A flash of sword light was like a white dragon, swallowing up Lu Chuxue. The next moment, Ye Changsheng appeared in front of him, with the Heaven Burial Sword in his hand pointing directly at his neck.

“You are so strong!”

Ye Changsheng raised his hand and slashed with his sword, blood splattered out, Lu Chuxue's pupils dilated, looking at Ye Changsheng in disbelief, as if to say, is it not possible to tell the truth? It's too difficult for me.

A stick of incense passed.

Ye Changsheng and Zang Qi crushed the other three people. The demigods of the Heavenly Demon Clan and the Holy Witch Cult were killed. The rest of the people were terrified and turned around to flee in panic.

"Kill them!" Ye Changsheng looked at the cultivators from the Ancient Realm, "Why, are your magic weapons rusted, or have you forgotten how to kill the enemy?"

Hear the sound.

The crowd swarmed forward and chased after the fleeing members of the Sky Demon Clan and the Holy Witch Cult. At the same time, Ye Moyue and others also joined the battle.

Ye Changsheng looked at Zang Qi, "Monk, you hid it very well."

Zang Qi looked bewildered, "Master Ye, have you misunderstood me? How dare I hide anything from you?"

Ye Changsheng stepped forward and put the black armor on Lu Chuxue into his spiritual ring. "Your Dharma image is not bad. Take my sword another day and see if I can break your defense."

Zang Qi said quickly: "Donor Ye, please stop making trouble. I still want to live a few more years."

Ye Changsheng's figure flashed, and he chased after the escaping Saint Witch Cult strongman, "Monk, don't worry, we are just sparring."

Zang Qi's face changed, "Amitabha, I am too high-profile. Master Ye's sword. Ouch, why is my anus tight?"

This moment.

The strong men of the Holy Witch Cult fled frantically, wishing they could use all three legs. At this moment, Ye Changsheng's figure floated down from the sky and blocked the fleeing people of the Holy Witch Cult.

"Tell me where there are other strong men from the Ten Thousand Gods Realm. I want to destroy them."

The terrifying sword power swept across the sky. Ye Changsheng stood proudly and independently, shocking thousands of powerful men alone.

The strong figures of the Holy Witch Cult retreated unconsciously, looking at Ye Changsheng with fear. An old man walked out tremblingly, "There are still strong men from the Bone Clan and the Heavenly Demon Sect in Anzhou. Mr. Ye, can you let me leave?"

Ye Changsheng nodded, raised his hand and swung his sword, "No."

The sword arrives.

The old man was killed instantly by a sword, but this was just the beginning. Ye Changsheng turned into a wisp of afterimage, and wherever he passed, blood splattered and filled the sky.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of people from the Holy Witch Cult were killed. Their figures fell from the sky, their white clothes stained with blood, like Shura.

Ye Changsheng said calmly: "When you stepped into the Heaven Realm, you should have expected this to happen."

Eliminating the problem at its roots is his principle.

He really didn't kill for the system rewards.

It is better to be just.

Of course, Ye Changsheng knew very, very well in his mind that if only one person escaped today, countless powerful people would come back in the future, and they would not give the Ye family a chance in the same situation.

I don’t know how much time passed.

The invaders of the Heavenly Demon Clan were all killed, and the cultivators from various forces in the Heavenly Realm came forward and bowed to Ye Changsheng.

An old man bowed and said, "Young Master Ye's words in front of the Sword Palace have enlightened me. Only by becoming strong can we survive when the crisis comes."

"This time, no matter why Young Master Ye saved us, I still want to say thank you. If you need me in the future, Young Master Ye, just give me your orders."

Ye Changsheng said: "I just want to kill some people. Saving you doesn't exist at all. Just leave."

At this point, he paused and continued, "Good luck doesn't always come. I hope you will remember the disaster today."

Everyone bowed to Ye Changsheng, then walked into the air and disappeared into the void.

At this time.

Zang Qi, Xiao Suifeng, Ye Moxie and others came to Ye Changsheng. Zang Qi said in a deep voice: "Donor Ye, you do good without expecting anything in return. I really admire you."

Ye Changsheng smiled and said, "I really just want to kill the monks from the Ten Thousand Gods Realm. I have never thought of anything else."

Zang Qi added: "The rewards for good and evil follow you like a shadow."

Ye Changsheng raised his hand slightly, and hundreds of spiritual rings appeared in his palm, "These resources will be divided among everyone."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Zang Qi's eyes fell on the spirit ring and he said seriously, "Did we show up with Donor Ye just for these resources?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and took away several spiritual rings. "Are these resources? This is a gift from Master Ye. Take them all quickly. Don't let Master Ye down."

Ye Changsheng: “.”

This monk is really cunning.

After everyone accepted the spiritual ring, Ye Moxie said in a deep voice: "Changsheng, where are we going next?"

Ye Changsheng looked into the distance, "Anzhou, kill the people of the Bone Clan and the Heavenly Demon Sect."

The next moment.

He flew on his sword, soaring into the sky, and rushed towards Anzhou.

As he walked forward, Zang Qi and Sikong Luoxue appeared on his left and right sides. The latter asked, "Monk, Miss Luoxue, is there anything you can do?"

Zang Qi said: "Donor Ye, do you really want to kill all the invading forces from the Ten Thousand Gods Realm?"

Ye Changsheng said: "No?"

Zang Qi added: "You have made too many enemies. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to move forward in the Ten Thousand Gods Realm in the future."

Sikong Luoxue echoed, "Young Master Ye, the strength of the Bone Clan and the Heavenly Demon Sect is much stronger than the Holy Court of the Undead, the Beast Taming Sect, and the Holy Witch Cult. Young Master Tianmo is one of the ten great masters of the Ten Thousand Gods Domain. He became a saint at the age of six and a god at the age of ten. No one knows what realm he is in now. It is rumored that he has inherited the legacy of the ancient Heavenly Demon."

Ye Changsheng said calmly: "So what?"

Sikong Luoxue added: "If the young master is the enemy of the Heavenly Demon Sect, he will definitely encounter the Heavenly Demon Young Master in the future."

Ye Changsheng nodded slightly, "Hearing what you said, he can barely be my opponent."

Zang Qi looked at Ye Changsheng in surprise, as if saying, how much is this awesome thing for sale? Give him two kilograms.

Young Master Tianmo was deified at the age of ten, and Ye Changsheng became a quasi-god at the age of thirteen, so he is still a little bit behind him.

Ye Changsheng added: "Don't worry, I'm stubborn and can't be killed."

Zang Qi: “.”