The whole Changming Sect was shattered into pieces and devastated. The magic sword made the entire Changming Sect brighter. Wherever it passed, the rumbling sound echoed through the sky.
All kinds of deadly moves were not as powerful as this one sword. The entire mountain trembled in the endless sword light, collapsed in an instant, and turned into ruins.
Everyone in the formation loosened their hands, their faces dazed.
The snow-white sword light reflected on everyone's faces, revealing their expressions without a doubt.
What's the point of fighting?
If I could sum up what everyone is feeling at this moment, it would probably be, sorry to bother you.
They're climbing now.
The useless Seventh Elder.
Waste their time.
"…What should I do?" Someone murmured.
The sword energy was raging at every step, and the thousands of killing disasters in the formation had already made everyone deeply trapped in it. Unfortunately, Ye Qiao's sword was so earth-shattering that it forced everyone to stop the killing actions in their hands and almost pinned them to the ground.
Fight with Ye Qiao?
What the hell, there are so many people around her. She is still a tribulation.
The old man with white hair and beard twirled the whisk in his hand and spoke slowly, "In my opinion..." It would be better for everyone to go to bed.
Things may change in the future.
Now they are not in the right either. They have injured Qin Fanfan's followers and killed many of them. Qin Fanfan will definitely fight them to the death.
Others didn't know, but as they were about the same age as Qin Fanfan, they had also traveled around the cultivation world killing people and stealing treasures when they were young. They knew that the other party was also a protective person, not to mention that there was also Ye Qiao around.
Although she was young, she was ruthless. She had countless treasures in her hands, and she killed everyone with every drop of treasure she threw down. Some of them were even frightened to death before they could even react, and died with their eyes open.
The formation under their feet changed again, and they had given up the idea of resisting.
Xie Chuxue did not say anything. As Ye Qiao destroyed the Seventh Elder's lair with a single sword, the matter should have been almost settled. As long as he withdrew the formation and Xiao Qiao suppressed them, those people would not be able to defeat them due to their inferior realms, and would naturally have to leave in disgrace.
But he was unwilling.
I'm not willing to let them go so easily.
The Heavenly Dao in his mind calmly told him not to commit any more murders and to stop at the right time.
Xie Chuxue could not suppress the resentment in her heart and asked coldly, "You should not commit murder? Their lives are lives, but the lives of our Changming Sect are not worth mentioning?"
The Heavenly Dao did not respond.
Apart from order, there is no so-called partiality in the way of heaven. It just seems to it that stopping at this moment is the best option.
Xie Chuxue's voice became even colder, "They have never pitied the young disciples in our sect."
In the reincarnations again and again, the Seventh Elder used Yun Que's move to take the world of cultivation into account. Xie Chuxue was not sure whether they succeeded or not, but she thought that they had succeeded.
Otherwise, heaven would not be like this.
The world of cultivation is in chaos, with all the powerful people fighting each other for the chance to ascend. When the time comes for the catastrophe, who can remain unscathed?
It was a pity that some of their Changming Sect's disciples were possessed by demons, some died, and some disappeared into heaven and earth, with extremely miserable end. The inner and outer sect disciples were even reduced to burial objects in the slaughter by a group of powerful men. When he arrived, only one in ten disciples of such a huge sect was left.
The way of heaven requires him to keep his original nature and unity, otherwise he will become a demon sooner or later.
During the reincarnations over and over again, Xie Chuxue remained calm.
Until this moment, he tightly grasped the formation diagram in his hand, his brows suddenly filled with murderous intent, and he could not suppress the resentment in his heart at all.
…
"Song's son, I have some friendship with your father. If you stop here, we will owe you a favor. Stop it quickly."
The man swept the whisk in his hand down lightly, implying a sense of coercion.
These talisman cultivators were trapped in the killing array, and they could not move even a single step. He could not bear the worry that his hundred years of cultivation would be wasted here, so he had to lose face and threaten them.
Song Hansheng's face darkened, and he made a hand gesture, and the nameless white lotus appeared in front of him to protect the people behind him.
"Don't you see what this situation is?" Song Hansheng pinched the talisman with his fingertips and sneered, "Do you think I owe you a favor? Then why don't I ask Ye Qiao for this favor? Isn't her favor more useful than yours?"
That's a young man who's going through a tribulation, and everyone wants this favor, but no one considers whether they have the courage to do so.
How could this old man have the nerve to compete with Ye Qiao for favors?
Qin Huai said in a cold voice: "Why waste your time talking to him? Kill him."
I guess these people don't really think that if they kill so many people on their side and just don't resist, they won't have to pay the price, right?
Qin Huai and Song Hansheng hit it off immediately. One of them swept through the formation while the other held a sword, and they had already attacked those powerful people at a high level!
Seeing the two senior brothers rushing past, the remaining two sect members hurried to follow. Zhou Xingyun was more patient than the other two chiefs, and he looked at his uncle first.
According to Qin Huai and Song Hansheng's ideas, they would naturally kill them all, but to be honest, it would be a big trouble if they killed them all, as the aristocratic families behind the ancestors would definitely not let it go.
Junior Uncle...
Zhou Xingyun had always had the impression that he had a very kind personality and was probably not the type of person who liked to kill people.
Yes.
Xie Chuxue had been silent the whole time, but now she was pinching a spell with her hands, turning around and looking at them, "Who do you want to kill?"
His tone was a little cold, his eyes were slightly red, and there was a bit of murderous intent in them.
No one else dared to speak for a moment. After all, the pressure was terrifying. Even though Xie Chuxue had restrained himself, the vague feeling of oppression still made people uncomfortable.
Seeing that the four nephews were not responding, Xie Chuxue said to herself, "Since they dare to come, they must be prepared to die."
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