Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

"This is where!"

"I, I'm hurt!"

"Blood sacrifice!"

The awakened guests exclaimed, and then turned to look at Hua Fengyuan and the black-faced demon cultivator.

"Sect Master Hua, are you crazy!"

"Are you going to make an enemy of the world's sword cultivators by practicing the same spirit, soul, energy, blood, and sword?"

……

Amidst the chaotic scolding, Hua Fengyuan showed a trace of sternness on his face: "Since you all know, then obediently donate all your spirit and blood!"

"Boom—" A huge aura covered the entire valley, and two halos appeared on the top of Huafengyuan, which was originally on the first floor of Jindan.

The second rank of Jindan, and it was promoted instantly.

"This old man has suppressed his cultivation for decades, just to refine a magical sword that is connected with his heart and blood. Today, whether you are going along or against, you all give your spirit and blood to this old man!" Hua Fengyuan shouted loudly, and his whole body The sword energy soared into the sky and shot out in all directions.

The sword light danced, and the guests each used their spiritual power and magic weapons.

However, compared with Hua Fengyuan's cultivation base, the difference in strength between these people is too great, and even his split sword energy can't resist it.

With a muffled groan, those guests lay on the ground like cutting wheat, howling in pain, their bodies were covered with wounds, and blood flowed on the ground, converging towards the lake that was about to dry up.

In mid-air, Qin Bingzhi, a spirit monster clan holding a long sword, was still struggling to dodge the sword energy, but it was already a little difficult.

"Mu Canghe, why don't you come to help!" Qin Bingzhi, with white hair flying around, fled out of the valley.

"Hmph, there is one more, please trouble brother Dao." Hua Fengyuan snorted coldly, and suddenly stretched out his hand to make a move.

Qin Bingzhi, who was about to fly out of the bottom of the valley, suddenly trembled, and the long sword in his hand flickered uncontrollably, before falling back to the bottom of the valley.

He exclaimed, wanting to throw out the common disease, but the long sword suddenly emitted countless silk-like spiritual lights, wrapping his arm completely.

"This magic weapon, the Qingyuan Sword, has been obtained by the old man for nearly a hundred years, and it has been refined for a long time. Can you still get it?" Hua Fengyuan smiled coldly, looking at Hua Fengyuan who was panicking and wanted to get rid of the long sword in his hand.

The black-faced demon cultivator beside him was now full of demonic energy, and turned into a dragon of smoke clouds tens of feet long, clashing everywhere.

Every time the Yanyun Dragon splits into one, within a short while, it has already split into hundreds of three-foot-long Yanyun Black Dragons.

These black cloud dragons roared, and with the roar of the demon cultivator, they suddenly entangled the lying practitioners at the bottom of the valley.

"Hey, I, Heichi, am not a good person. If you don't show up within three breaths, I will refine all these people into puppets."

"one."

"two."

"you win."

Zhao Yang, who was wearing a black robe, showed his figure.

Qin Bing, who was still struggling, was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Zhao Yang with surprise in his eyes.

When Hua Fengyuan and others saw Zhao Yang, their spiritual sense swept away, and they had already perceived his cultivation base.

With this level of cultivation, dare to stir up wind and rain in this valley?
"Hmph, it's just ants, go die!" Seeing Zhao Yang's cultivation, Hua Fengyuan immediately lost interest, stretched out his hand, and a sword qi slashed towards him.

"when!"

The demon cultivator Heichi standing beside him waved his hand, blocked the sword energy, looked at Zhao Yang, and said with interest: "I am very interested in him."

After speaking, he separated a black cloud dragon and rushed towards Zhao Yang.

"Masters, don't save people yet!"

Zhao Yang shouted, his body rolled on the ground, wrapped in black robes, and disappeared.

Yunlong, who was entwined towards Zhao Yang, had no target and circled in place.

"Ming Wang Zhenshi—"

With a sound of the Buddha's name, a tall figure appeared where Zhao Yang was standing, and crushed the cloud dragon with one palm.

"Hmph, the monks of Dalun Mingwang Temple will meddle in their own business." The demon cultivator snorted coldly, and a huge cloud dragon twisted and intertwined behind him again.

"Masters, this is a matter of my Huiyan Sword Sect. You shouldn't take it too far, right?" Hua Fengyuan was also looking at the tall monk with sword energy all over his body.

The figures of the Buddha's self-cultivation are revealed, wearing bright yellow monk clothes, forming a small formation.

"Subduing demons and eliminating demons is my duty at Mingwang Temple, where's the trouble?" The tall monk clasped his palms together, and streaks of golden light came out of his body.

"Don't talk nonsense, what do you want?" The black-faced demon cultivator spoke directly, and gave a low voice impatiently.

"He," the tall monk pointed at Qin Bingzhi, and then pointed at those lying on the ground: "There are still them."

"Deal." The black-faced magician shouted happily.

"Thank you Master for saving your life!"

"Master, this devil uses my human race's energy, blood, spirit and soul to refine his sword. You must eradicate them."

"Yes, master, hurry up and slay demons!"

……

The tall monk had no expression on his face, and the people behind him clasped their hands together, indifferent.

The black-faced demon cultivator laughed loudly and said, "Although the monks in Dalun Mingwang Temple are annoying, they are happy to do business."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand, and all the cloud dragons tightened the entanglement.

"Grand Monk, please find that troublemaker. I have extracted the spirit, energy, and blood of these people, and I will give you all their bodies as Dao soldiers."

Be a soldier!
The practitioners who were still grateful to those monks all panicked, but the indifference on the faces of those monks clearly proved that what Moxiu said was true.

"vicious!"

"Associating with the devil!"

Regardless of these people's shouting and cursing, a pale golden aura on the tall monk turned into a halo and spread out in all directions.

Ten zhang away, Zhao Yang showed his figure helplessly.

The golden light shone on him, and the cloak completely lost its invisibility effect.

These monks are not the monks I understand at all...

There was a hint of embarrassment on Zhao Yang's face, he cupped his hands towards the monks and said: "Masters, the Dharma is boundless, under the Buddha's light, the boy has nowhere to hide, and suddenly feels the light is shining everywhere."

"Buddhism is boundless?" The leading monk was stunned for a moment, and muttered these words, with a gleam of light in his eyes: "Boy, this poor monk thinks that you are destined to be with King Ming."

Have a relationship with King Ming?
Are all monks like this?
Zhao Yang shook his head and said: "Master, I don't know if I have a relationship with King Ming, but that master of the magic way, I don't think he would be willing to go with you, Master."

Zhao Yang's voice was not low, Hei Chi and Hua Fengyuan who were standing on the stone in the middle of the lake changed their expressions and looked at the monks.

The expressions on the faces of the few monks remained unchanged, and the atmosphere in the venue immediately became a little strange.

The monks of Dalun Mingwang Temple did not make a sound, and the demon cultivator Heichi did not dare to move rashly.Even if his cultivation base is a bit higher than the opponent's, the combat power of the monks in Mingwang Temple is not measured entirely by cultivation base.

"Masters, I don't care if you want to subdue demons and eliminate demons, I just refine my sword, how about it?" Hua Fengyuan looked at these monks with a gloomy expression, and said in a low voice.

"The sword has been refined. I am afraid that Sect Master Hua will kill people and silence him?"

Facing Hua Fengyuan's cannibalistic gaze, Zhao Yang said leisurely: "At that time, when Sect Master Hua joins hands with this Demon Dao Jindan Patriarch, who can bear it..."