Ninth Uncle World: I let the old man uncover the coffin!

They looked at Ren Weiyong and Mao Changqing with scorching eyes, not daring to blink.

Finally, just when Ren Weiyong's pillar of burning fire that swept across the sky shot all the way.

Mao Changqing finally opened his eyes and drank with all his strength.

"cut!!!"

In an instant, Mao Changqing slashed down with his sword!

The immortal phantom behind him also moves with the sword and makes a sword swing!

boom! !

A half-moon-like sword glow rolled over in an instant!

The column of flames that had been compressed to the extreme by countless Hanba demon fires collided straight with this half-moon sword glow!

laugh! ! !

The pillar of fire was split from the middle by this sword glow!

Then this sword glow continued to wear away, continued to advance, and passed through the sea!

one zhang...

two feet...

Three feet! !

The power of this sword light was quickly wiped out by the Hanba Demon Fire.

But... it never stopped!

Still moving forward!

Mao Changqing's body was full of death, and he also stared at this sword firmly!

He was already unable to swing the second sword, so he could only rely on this sword to kill Ren Weiyong!

It can even be said that he can still stand on the void now, and he is hanging purely by one breath.

ten feet...

Twenty feet...

Thirty feet...

Just when the half-moon sword glow was wiped out and only three feet long remained.

This pillar of fire was finally completely split!

And this sword, continued to push horizontally, and landed on Ren Weiyong's body!

boom! !

In an instant, Ren Weiyong was crushed by this sword, retreated all the way, and slammed into the mountain wall!

Countless rolling stones fell, and countless smoke and dust rose up.

Blocking people's sight.

do you died?

Everyone looked at the smoke and dust where Ren Weiyong chopped into the mountain wall with burning eyes.

The heart seems to be tightened!

The smoke gradually dissipated.

Everyone's eyes widened, staring at the place where Ren Weiyong fell.

"Cough cough..."

A dull low cough came from the smoke.

Immediately afterwards, I saw strands of dark purple Hanba demon fire spreading out, pushing away all the surrounding smoke and dust.

Ren Weiyong propped his hands on his knees, hunched over, panting heavily.

From his left shoulder to his lower waist, there was a ferocious sword light that almost split his whole body in two.

Countless dark purple blood dripped down.

The injury is serious.

But Ren Weiyong was laughing.

He survived, and he won!

From this sword, when Ren Weiyong couldn't be killed instantly, Ren Weiyong won.

"Mao Changqing, it seems that my luck is good."

Ren Weiyong stood up slowly, and the magic flame rose again!

Mao Changqing, who was already dying, let out a long sigh.

A little bit.

If the power of this sword is three points stronger, Ren Weiyong will die.

If he had chosen to burn Shouyuan directly from the beginning, Ren Weiyong would also have died.

If, if he hadn't spent ten years of his lifespan to create the Great Extermination Slash to save Chen Xingzhi, Ren Weiyong would have died too.

Unfortunately, there have never been so many ifs in this world.

"The old man has done his best. He is worthy of Maoshan and the Taoist sect of the world."

Mao Changqing sighed softly and slowly closed his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the three-foot Qingfeng sword in his hand slip from his hand.

His body then fell straight from the air.

Shouyuan has passed away, and its vitality has been cut off.

The Great Elder of the Maoshan School, Mao Changqing, has fallen!

Boom~~~!

Thunder sounded between heaven and earth, and a torrential rain fell.

It seems that God is playing a sad song for Mao Changqing.

Ren Weiyong also fell to the ground.

The Xuanwu method works.

Endless Yin Qi kept pouring into his body.

Ren Weiyong's exhausted Yin Qi recovered at an astonishing speed.

The casual cultivator who was watching not far away, the head of Chunyuan had a chance to interrupt Ren Weiyong's recovery.

But he didn't move...

It seemed that there was a kind of power imprisoning his soul, making him dare not move rashly.

A group of archmages who were waiting for the opportunity also waited for the best opportunity to make up the knife.

But like Taoist Chunyuan, they stayed where they were and missed the opportunity.

It's not magic that stops them from moving.

It's a desire to survive called fear...

Ren Weiyong's demonic flames are overwhelming!Fierce radiance!

Everyone was terrified.

The few remaining archmages all looked at Ren Weiyong with despair.

Alcohol kills people!

Just one of the two patriarchs died!

The head of the corpse gate is dead!

Mao Changqing, the peak of the so-called strongest archmage, died after burning his vitality and longevity!

They all died in the hands of Ren Weiyong!

Who else can kill Ren Weiyong?

At this moment, a ridiculous idea even popped up in their minds.

Ren Weiyong, is it impossible to kill at all?

"Brother Ren Weiyong, this king is not as good as you!"

Xuankui in the distance sighed.

He asked himself, he couldn't take Mao Changqing's last dying sword!

Under the Immortal Body, the hideous sword marks on Ren Weiyong's body also disappeared.

"Okay, the clearing is over."

With one step, Ren Weiyong once again charged towards the nearest archmage!

Chapter 112 The battle is over

"kill!!"

Xuan Kui yelled violently, and blasted towards Shi Kanshan!

Now he only needs to be responsible for pestering Shi Kanshan.

Ren Weiyong is enough to kill the remaining archmages one by one!

……

After half an hour.

The war came to an end.

Having lost their high-end combat power, the remaining cultivators were no match for the army of corpses summoned by Ren Weiyong with [Broken Soul Returning to Ruins].

Except for Shi Kanshan, the Demon Slayer Alliance that invaded Jiuyin Mountain this time has been wiped out.

Hundreds of drops of blood essence of various realms floated in the void, but no one dared to take them.

"Stone chases the mountain, catch it without a fight, give yourself a good time."

Xuan Kui and Ren Weiyong came hand in hand and gradually approached Shi Kanshan.

Shi Ganshan's face was livid, and his eyes kept looking around the faces of Xuan Kui and Ren Weiyong.

Two overwhelming corpse auras squeezed him tightly.

Shi Ganshan has been able to persevere until now, one is that he is profound in Taoism, and the other is that he is good at defense. The Vajra Mantra has been practiced to the state of Dzogchen, and no one can break it.

But it was only a matter of time before he died alone and exhausted his mana.

It can be said to be the thickest armor, and the most vicious beating...

"Let me go! From now on, the wells of Maoshan and Jiuyin Mountains will not cause river water, how about that?"

Shi Kanshan did not have the shameless face of his son Shi Jian who begged for mercy in public, nor did Mao Changqing have the courage to burn his life yuan to die with the enemy, so he made a compromise suggestion.

Ren Weiyong shook his head and said, "You are not qualified to negotiate terms with us now, you have two choices now."

"One, cut yourself off, in exchange for a pleasure!"

"Two, we will kill you!"

"Ren Weiyong! Xuan Kui! Are you really going to force me to die with you?"

Shi Kanshan's expression changed, and he shouted sharply.

Immediately, he quickly made a tactic with both hands, and his right foot fell to the ground.

"Shi Ganshan, the sixth-generation disciple of Maoshan, invite the patriarch to come up!"