Traveling through the world of immortal cultivation with the game panel

Blood was splattered everywhere. Such a strong man was chopped into several pieces by a sword.

There is no whole body in death.

Mo Wang shuddered all over, and the stewed medicinal food fell to the ground with a bang, breaking into pieces.

"Master!" the voice was shrill.

"Boom!"

Before his sadness could overwhelm his heart, Taixu Sect suddenly experienced an earthquake.

He wiped his tears, quickly collected his master's body, and walked out the door.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!" The Taixu Sect's protective formation was quickly activated, and golden spiritual power went straight into the sky.

A spiritual sword composed of huge spiritual power, its size seemed to be half the size of Taixu Sect. It stood above Taixu Sect, as if ready to judge the sinners.

"What's going on...why..."

Mo Wang panicked for a moment, then immediately flew towards the Taixu Palace.

However, halfway through the flight, it was knocked backwards by an extremely powerful aftermath.

He vomited blood, fell on the stone steps of the sect, and rolled to the bottom uncontrollably.

"Puff... Cough! Cough cough..." Mo Wang struggled and barely got up from the ground.

Looking around, there were disciples everywhere who were injured and disabled by the aftermath.

Those with lower cultivation levels had already lost their breath at this time, and even those with Nascent Soul cultivation like him were seriously injured.

He looked at the blood of his master on his hands, took a deep breath, and flew towards Taixu Hall again.

He saw a figure standing on the top of the hall. The man's clothes fluttered in the wind, and his delicate facial features looked evilly beautiful. His flawless white robe was adorned with enchanting red ornaments, as if he was nine parts sacred with one part evil.

Mo Wang couldn't help but get excited, "Sect Master, it's the Sect Master! No matter what happened, the Sect Master will definitely be able to turn the tide!"

However, the day did not fulfill everyone's wish.

The giant golden spiritual sword hanging above the Taixu Sect, carrying the power to destroy the world, suddenly smashed down, and its target was Meng Qianji.

He raised his head, his narrow and slightly seductive eyes narrowed comfortably, he pointed towards the sky, and with just one finger he blocked the falling giant sword.

"Kla!"

There were actually fine cracks on the giant sword.

After a few breaths, it shattered with a loud bang and turned into a sky full of golden spiritual light.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

More than thirty elders immediately surrounded him.

However, before they could take any action, Meng Qianji disappeared from the spot.

The next moment he appeared outside the crowd's encirclement.

A drop of blood fell from the sword in his hand.

"Buzz...Hulala..."

The elders behind him, after a brief pause, broke into countless pieces and rolled to the ground.

This method.

Mo Wang widened his eyes in horror. It was the sect leader who killed his master.

Meng Qianji killed his master and more than thirty elders.

He is crazy! He is crazy!!!

Meng Qianji was like a killing machine, leaving corpses wherever he went.

Although Mo Wang was far away, he was still knocked to the ground by the air wave. Meng Qianji walked down the high stairs step by step.

All the disciples he met on the way were killed by him with one sword.

"Why! You are our leader! Why! Cough cough..." Mo Wang sat on the ground and yelled loudly, blood overflowing from his mouth, but he seemed unconscious.

Meng Qianji walked up to him, stepping on the blood of Taixu Sect's disciples, looked down at him, and slashed with his sword.

"Qiang!"

There was a burst of spiritual sparks, and Mo Wang opened his eyes and saw a familiar figure standing in front of him.

He shouted angrily: "Uncle Zhang! Run! The master has gone crazy!"

However, Uncle Zhang did not leave. He looked at Meng Qianji with great sorrow and indignation, "That's enough, brother! Stop it!"

"Brother Pingzhi!" Uncle Zhang cried, but was suppressed by the long sword in Meng Qianji's hand and knelt on the ground.

"Qiang!"

Meng Qianji gently waved his sword, knocking the two men away as easily as pushing away an ant.

"Puff!" Uncle Zhang spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

The two men fell to the ground, and Mo Wang's vision became increasingly blurred. In the end, he only saw Uncle Zhang holding a sword blocking in front of him, while Meng Qianji was walking towards them step by step.

"Buzz!" The screen went black and the recording ended.

Although Zhang Yunqing guessed yesterday that the tragedy of Taixu Sect was probably caused by Meng Qianji, he did not expect that he would slaughter the entire Taixu Sect with his own hands.

Of course, except for Sect Master Zhang and Elder Mo who survived.

As for how they survived, she had no idea, but she didn't expect that the means Meng Qianji used to keep himself conscious were so cruel.

Yang Nian took back the recording stone and smacked his lips. "I didn't expect that, Immortal Lord, the Taixu Sect was actually slaughtered by their sect leader. It's so tragic and shocking."

Zhang Yunqing was silent.

"Hmm?" Yang Nian suddenly wondered, "My Lord, why don't you seem surprised at all?"

Zhang Yunqing sighed, "I was naturally surprised, but such a tragic scene is really suffocating."

"Can you see it clearly, Immortal Lord?" Zhu Qing suddenly spoke.

"At that time, Elder Mo was already at the Nascent Soul stage, but he couldn't even withstand the aftermath of the pressure. Even several elders who were at the level of Immortal Lords were all killed by Meng Qianji's sword."

"Theoretically, a being that can kill an immortal king in an instant should not exist in the world of immortal cultivation."

Zhang Yunqing raised his eyes and looked at him. "Then what?"

Zhu Qing paused for a moment, "I was wondering, since he has such a destructive power, why did he need to borrow luck later? Those lucks have been accumulated for thousands of years and finally appeared in the world recently. What exactly does he want to do?"

What do you want to do? It can't be a bad thing, right?

He sacrificed so much to bring peace to the world of immortals. He wouldn't be so schizophrenic that he would destroy his own destiny, right?

"By the way." Zhang Yunqing frowned, "Is Elder Mo okay?"

"Of course he's fine. Don't worry, Immortal Lord. We have already sent him back to Taixu Sect safely."

"Has he seen Zhuqing?"

Zhu Qing shook his head. "No, the unique spirit insects of our Immortal Punishment Department, combined with Yang Nian's superb illusion technique, can charm people's minds without anyone noticing. However, with our cultivation levels, the Nascent Soul stage is already the limit."

Zhang Yunqing nodded, "So what are you going to do next?"

"I decided to keep an eye on Gongyi Qingshuang of Taixu Sect." Zhu Qing suddenly said.

Zhang Yunqing frowned. She had always felt that Gongyi Qingshuang's identity was very strange. When she was in the northern border before, she had doubted her identity, so she used the developing talisman to take a look.

Although the Development Talisman saw that she was still a young girl at that time, she always felt that something was not right. But if it was a disguise, there was no reason why the Development Talisman could not see it.

So she once suspected that she was being too suspicious. Now it seems that the person who insisted on joining the Taixu Sect was probably not a simple person.