Fast and slow through the ever-changing life

Chapter 568 Undead Sect (6)

It's a pity that the water can't get close to Yi Xichun, it seems that there is a wide ditch that swallows everything.

No matter what kind of magic the golden elixir deaconess used to attack Yi Xichun, she couldn't hit her.

Jindan Zhenren's majesty was wiped out at this moment. She couldn't even defeat a mortal who couldn't sense him at all. She had lived in vain all these years.

"Why don't you continue? Real man. But I'm tired, and I'm still waiting for you to teach me a lesson." Yi Xichun flicked his sleeves lightly.

This Qing Yuanzong is probably the sect where the two robbing monks she met when she landed before, and the person who chased and killed the demon cultivator in the alley is also Qing Yuanzong's.

The seemingly righteous cultivation sect, but who knows how dirty it is secretly.

Cultivation put a good layer of skin on them.

This layer of skin is their best fig leaf, as long as this layer of fig leaf is covered, everything will be just.

In fact, they are more like demons than those despised by them.

The deaconess Jindan Zhenren's true energy is empty, and she can no longer attack Yi Xichun.

Not only that, the golden elixir in the body actually appeared to be broken.

This terrified the deaconess.

"After the Jindan Master is finished, it's my turn as a mortal." Yi Xichun took a step forward gently.

Originally, Yi Xichun wanted to let himself and Yi Busi stay in Qing Yuanzong for a period of time, browse through the books in Qing Yuanzong's library, and learn about the situation in this continent.

Now it seems unnecessary, this sect should be destroyed.

Anyway, there is still an immortal, he must know more.

Yi Xichun tilted his head and smiled at the indifferent Taizun sitting on the high seat.

Seeing this smile, the Supreme Venerable clone's heart skipped a beat.

"Who should start? Fellow monks of Qingyuan Sect, do you still remember why you practiced cultivation? What kind of people you were before you entered cultivation? Why do you look down on mortals like that and think they are very humble existences? I think you cultivators can look down on those mortals who are so small and stupid in your eyes." Yi Xichun walked forward slowly.

The monks who had been on the square found that their bodies could not move and were frozen in place.

No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't lift their hands and feet. Their hands and feet seemed to weigh ten thousand catties.

The most desperate and frightening person is the female deacon of Jindan who confronts Yi Xichun.

"Aren't you the mortals you look down on the most before you step into cultivation? Why do you cultivate and what are you cultivating? What is the way you pursue? You look down on mortals and think that mortals are small, so you are not in the eyes of heaven. Is it also very small?"

Yi Xichun held an extra whisk in his hand, and with a light wave, the entire Qing Yuanzong was isolated, and no matter what happened inside, the outside world could not perceive it.

Qing Yuanzong was briefly cut off from time and space by Yi Xichun, and at this moment Qing Yuanzong was out of the control of the "Day of Heaven".

"Since I stepped into the land under the jurisdiction of Qing Yuan Zong, in order to be able to hear the lamentation of this land, I would like to ask for those mortals and monks who are oppressed by you, do you have any regrets and self-blame?"

"I just crossed from the sea, and when I landed, I was robbed by two Jindan monks. They happened to belong to Qing Yuanzong."

Hearing that, Yi Busi threw out the two storage bags he had picked up.

After seeing the two storage bags, a Nascent Soul cultivator in the crowd breathed much heavier.

Obviously, the Nascent Soul cultivator recognized who the owners of these two storage bags were.

"It was also at that time that I met this sallow and thin young apprentice from my family." Yi Xichun's gentle voice rang in his ears, but no one felt warm.

The monks who gathered at the square outside the gate of Qing Yuanzong felt scared from the bottom of their hearts.

They didn't understand why this seemingly uncultivated mortal in front of them could make them unable to move.

What kind of sorcery is this.

"We were squeezed into the street established by you Qing Yuanzong and some monks, which can only be entered by practitioners, just to test the talent of my young disciples. As for your disciples, they can't wait to let us enter To Qing Yuanzong."

"My apprentice is just doing well, and you suspect it. That only proves that you are mediocre and incompetent, and you are not allowed to be outstanding. The world is not very big, and you are just sticking to it."

After a slight pause, Yi Xichun shook his head and said, "What are you talking about with me, the only monks who are only me? You should have a taste of this for yourselves. Should I start with water? I happen to be most familiar with this real person in the entire Qing Yuanzong, so it’s better to start with you."

The whisk in his hand rolled up lightly, and a whisk flew out and wrapped around the deaconess's neck, directly cutting off her head.

"Demon, demon girl!"

Trapped on the seat and unable to move, the chief seat and the sect leader cursed aloud, they could only watch helplessly as Yi Xichun killed the members of his sect.

Since the establishment of Qing Yuanzong, there has never been such an aggrieved day.

The fly whisk pierced through the bodies of two Nascent Soul cultivators, and directly rolled up their Nascent Souls.

A shadow appeared out of nowhere, opened its mouth wide and swallowed the two Nascent Souls.

The law enforcement elder, who had been sitting beside the head of the sect, tensed up when he saw the black shadow, and his secret path was not good.

He happened to recognize that shadow.

Even if they don't know each other, that doesn't hinder the connection between them.

After Tiadore Namu Nerador was released by Yi Xichun to pack a meal for the two Nascent Souls, she raised her head and looked at the person sitting high.

He raised his hand to his lips and smiled devilishly.

Unexpectedly, when I came to this place with the new owner, I not only got a meal, but also saw my former guide. Tiadore Namu Nerador was really happy.

He happily wants to swallow the soul of the guide into his stomach, and let him turn into his own soul power.

Only when the soul power is strong enough can he reshape a new body and find a way to get out of that world full of annoying low-level demons.

The monks of Qing Yuanzong were frightened and desperate. They could not even scream or beg for mercy, nor could they open their mouths.

Can only suffer and wait for death.

Watching one after another Zongmen monks fall to the ground, without any breath.

The Nascent Soul of those monks who have left the body are trapped in their own bodies, and escaping is an eternal luxury.But in the blink of an eye, Qing Yuanzong's tens of thousands of monks were reduced to less than two hundred.

The faces of the heads of the major peaks were almost twisted into a ball. They hated this witch who killed the monks of the Zongmen with her hand.

What kind of sorcery can silently deprive others of their lives in the blink of an eye.

They are not mortals, but powerful monks.

Even an immortal cannot kill so many monks in the blink of an eye.

Qing Yuanzong, as a second-rate sect on the cultivation continent, has been established for nearly ten thousand years, and it has come to an end at this moment.

(End of this chapter)