I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Yan Xiu stood at the highest point of the building, locking his aura on the four people.

"The highest is only the second rank?"

He was confused.

The leader of the demon sect did not go up the mountain, but sent a few subordinates over. I don't know whether he was overly cautious or did not take him seriously.

A moment later, the four members of the Demon Sect finally arrived at the gate of the Taoist temple.

There was no one in front of the door, only a sword stuck in the ground.

One of them sneered at this and said, "I never thought someone would dare to intimidate us."

After saying this, he circulated the internal energy and shouted coldly.

"You ants from Fuzhen Temple, come out and die!"

The rumbling sound waves echoed in the air, making people dizzy and their eardrums ache.

As soon as the words fell, a purple light flashed by.

The man who spoke didn't even have time to react. He just felt air leaking from his throat. He covered his neck and made a "ho ho" sound, with blood flowing down between his fingers.

The Ziyuan Sword was not stained with blood. It made a perfect arc in the air and then attacked the remaining three people again.

Seeing that the situation was not good, they dispersed and took out their weapons to try to stop it.

How could weapons made of ordinary iron possibly withstand magic weapons? In just a few breaths, the weapons of the three people turned into a pile of scrap iron.

"How can it be!"

Several people were horrified, looking at the sword with endless shock in their eyes.

They are all top masters who have been in the martial arts world for many years. They have traveled all over the country for many years and have never seen such a strange thing.

Even a peerless swordsman at the peak of the First-grade Transformation Realm would not be able to control a sword so smoothly to kill people. Could it be that he was at the Innate Realm? !

There was no time to think, the Ziyuan Sword attacked again, and the few people without weapons were like lambs to be slaughtered.

One of them gathered his true energy in his hands and tried to block it. If Helian Cheng saw it, he would probably laugh his head off.

As expected, it was pierced instantly by the Ziyuan Sword.

With its remaining force undiminished, the Ziyuan Sword nailed the corpse straight to the mountain, exactly the same as how Yuan Tingjiang died that year.

The Ziyuan sword trembled slightly, making a sword sound.

Even the second-rank master was trembling as he watched this scene. He pretended to be calm and shouted, "I don't know who this master is, but please show yourself and talk to me. Why are you being so mysterious?"

In his opinion, it was impossible for Yan Xiu to have such a high level of cultivation. There must be some reclusive senior who came to help him.

If there really is an expert here, then just bring up the name of the Demon Sect. I believe the other party will give you a way out for the sake of the leader.

But after waiting for a long time, no one replied.

The Ziyuan Sword was pulled out from the corpse automatically and flew into the air again, with the sword reflecting cold rays of light.

Seeing the sword tip turning towards him, he shouted and ran quickly, then frantically mobilized the internal energy.

At this moment, he only hated his parents for not giving him two more legs.

The remaining two people also turned pale and fled in all directions.

call out!

The Ziyuan Sword chased after it quickly.

One of them, who was at the third level of transformation, leaped several feet away. This level of lightness skill was considered good in the martial arts world, but it seemed totally insufficient given the current situation.

While running fast, he suddenly felt a pain in his back. He looked down and saw a sword tip slowly growing out of his chest.

The next moment he staggered, and his body fell forward uncontrollably. After twitching twice, his eyes quickly became unfocused.

Hearing a scream in his ear, the only remaining second-grade transformation realm practitioner felt his hands and feet turn cold.

After only ten breaths of time, he was the last one left among the four people who had reached the state of transformation.

Listening to the sound of breaking air following closely behind him, the disdain in his heart when he first went up the mountain had long disappeared, leaving only fear in his heart.

This is simply not a human being!

Swish!

A purple light flashed, and an arm fell to the ground, splashing dust.

The face of the man from the Demon Sect turned pale in an instant, but he didn't dare to look back. He endured the severe pain and pressed acupoints to stop the bleeding.

Yan Xiu stood on the roof with a cold look in his eyes, letting the mountain breeze blow his black hair.

His energy had already locked onto the fleeing man, and he could kill him at any time if he wanted to. Now he spared his life so that he could go back and report the news.

Although he was not sure whether the leader of the Demon Sect would show up, he wanted to give it a try.

Suddenly Yan Xiu raised his head and looked into the distance.

I saw a black fog rolling in from the distance, getting faster and faster.

"Such a strong true energy, I think that should be the leader of the Demon Sect."

The second-grade transformation realm cultivator who was desperately fleeing was also excited when he saw this scene, and his speed increased a little bit.

"Master, save me!"

A stream of powerful true energy visible to the naked eye shot out from the black fog, trying to block the Ziyuan Sword.

The second-level transformation realm master, who thought he had escaped, showed a look of having survived a calamity on his face, but the next second the Ziyuan Sword suddenly accelerated and pierced through him, spurting blood.

"How brave!"

An angry roar came from the black fog, and an attempt was made to control the Ziyuan Sword.

At this time, the Ziyuan Sword was almost reaching the foot of the mountain. Although Yan Xiu was able to control it, the greater the distance, the weaker the power would be.

The Ziyuan Sword drew several graceful arcs in the air before soaring into the sky and disappearing.

After sheathing the sword, Yan Xiu waited for the leader of the Demon Sect to come to him.

The black fog rolled in, and the howling of ghosts and wolves was heard, and it floated to the gate of the Taoist temple with a tremendous pressure.

"Little Taoist priest, you have great skills. I underestimated you. I didn't expect that you are also at the Xiantian realm."

The voice of the Demon Sect's leader came from the fog.

and also?

A smile appeared on Yan Xiu's lips. It seemed that his guess was right. The leader of the Demon Sect was indeed at the Innate Realm.

Looking at the massive black fog in front of him, Yan Xiu wondered what kind of martial arts this was.

The martial arts in this world are not very strong, and the black fog surrounding the Demon Sect leader in front of him is most likely some kind of optical illusion.

Never mind what it is.

After thinking about it, he activated the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder according to the mantra.

Since it looks like a demon, the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder will come in handy.

"I am an old man who loves talents. I see that you have excellent physique and have reached the Xiantian realm at such a young age. How about we join hands and share this world?"

The leader of the Demon Sect wanted to win him over.

In his opinion, it is almost impossible to determine the winner between the innate realm warriors unless they fight to the death. Unless they are surrounded, they can escape even if they are defeated.

Which warrior who can cultivate to the innate realm does not cherish his life like gold? How could he risk his life easily?

But Yan Xiu was only concentrating on activating the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, so naturally he did not reply.

Seeing Yan Xiu had no reaction, he snorted coldly.

"Hmph, you young brat, if you don't accept my toast, then I'll let you know today that there are still differences in the innate realm!"

Yan Xiu slowly opened his eyes, and a flash of lightning flashed in his eyes.

"Finished?"

"Die to me!"

The Demon Sect's leader became furious upon hearing this. Black fog surged wildly, transforming into horrifying skeletons that rushed towards them with evil winds.

At this moment, the originally clear sky was suddenly covered by a layer of dark clouds, flashes of lightning were looming, and dull thunder exploded, like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts.

Yan Xiu waved his fingers.

Rumble!

The next moment, a purple lightning bolt emerged from the thick dark clouds and struck directly towards the leader of the Demon Sect.

"Is this... an illusion?"

"No, it's really thunder!"

From the black fog came first a voice of questioning and then a voice of extreme fear.

The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder split the black fog apart like a whirlwind, and a charred and smoking figure fell out of it.

Without the blessing of true energy, the skeleton gradually dissipated in the wind.

As Yan Xiu dispersed the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated.

Although the Demon Sect leader lying on the ground suffered serious injuries, the shocking waves in his heart made him have no time to take care of his injuries.

Triggering thunder?

Is this something a warrior can do?

This is totally outside the scope of martial arts!

Immortal magic!

This is simply a magical method!

Yan Xiu walked over confidently, staring down at the Demon Sect's leader without saying a word.

The latter knew that he would definitely die today, but he still couldn't help but ask.

"May I ask, Taoist priest, are you the reincarnation of an immortal?!"

...

Taoist Mingxu, who was standing on the edge of the cliff, naturally witnessed all of this with his own eyes, and his hands hidden in his sleeves could not stop shaking.

Helian Cheng on the side swallowed hard and asked stutteringly.

"Was that thunderbolt just now caused by the young Taoist priest..."

Taoist Mingxu remained silent.

It seems that this disciple of his is far more mysterious than he knew.