Reborn Demon Emperor, I have to stay away from them

From ancient times to the present, there are only a handful of sects on this continent that have risen from a small corner of the country to become a sect in Central China and have been able to continue their legacy.

It is really too difficult for small sects to survive in such an environment in Zhongzhou. Even if there is actually no targeting from the outside world, they will not be able to hold out for long.

The seven powerful men were silent for a while. They were all in the state of great perfection of the distraction state, infinitely close to the fusion state. The sects they belonged to were not weak even in Zhongzhou.

Assessing a Yunhe Sect is simply a waste of talent, but seeing that this piece of meat is still fat and worth sharing, I finally became interested.

"Let's go, let's go see the Yunhe Sect with our own eyes. By the way, Fellow Daoist Wu, I heard that your Jian Sect has a Qilin child?"

The cultivator known as Fellow Daoist Wu was slightly startled, but remained calm and said, "He is indeed a Qilin child. I have long discovered his talent, so I let him hone his character in the outer sect. This child is also very motivated, and now he is in the late Nascent Soul stage."

"The way Jianmen trains its disciples is really refreshing."

"Yes, yes, we should follow suit."

.........

Listening to the compliments from other powerful men, Wu Qifeng humbly bowed to them one by one, but in fact his heart... was bleeding!

A good seedling, in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul before the age of 30! After pouring in resources, he broke through to the late stage of the Nascent Soul in less than half a year. His talent in swordsmanship is unprecedented!

Such a person has always been buried in the outer gate? ! Such a genius, picking up manure in the outer gate? !

If Jianmen had not come forward with great force, this person's true identity would have been exposed to the methods of the great Mahayana masters, and it is unknown how long he would have been buried.

Anyway, the outer sect elder of Jianmen has been kicked out, fined for eighty years, and forced to carry manure for a hundred years. All the manure of the spiritual beasts in the entire Jianmen is under his charge, which is enough to make that blind bastard suffer a lot.

Speaking of Yunhe Gate, finally, the invisible barrier blocking everyone dissipated, and Qi Ziyu immediately stood up and prepared for battle.

Yun Buqi and others also stood up, and the barrier completely dissipated, and what came towards them was a murderous aura!

There were many cultivators in different costumes! Their cultivation level was roughly the same as the remaining disciples of Yunhe Sect, and among them, there were cultivators in the Spiritualization Realm and the Nascent Soul Realm.

Although their number was only 5,000, which was half of the number of Yunhe Sect's disciples, in terms of momentum, Yunhe Sect was far inferior to them!

From the different costumes of the seven groups, it can be seen that these are the Seven Gates of Zhongzhou that the Yunhe Sect is going to fight.

"Seven miles ahead is the end of this valley. You are from the Yunhe Sect in the northwest. You must defeat the monks from the seven sects like us and pass through this valley before you can pass."

One of the incarnation monks, who was carrying a heavy sword without an edge on his back, took a step forward. His voice was clear and his whole aura was as elegant and graceful as the heavy sword on his back.

"In this battle, we will show no mercy. Kill or be killed, and this is limited to this valley. Once we pass this valley, this is the end of the matter."

"I think it's not easy for you. For one stick of incense, if anyone wants to quit, they can return to the northwest. There will be no more obstacles on the way back."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the invisible air walls behind him instantly disappeared.

At the same time, a stick of incense was inserted upright in front of Qi Ziyu, and the incense head... had been ignited.

For a moment, more than 10,000 people in the Yunhe Sect fell into complete silence.

To get here, we have passed three levels and crossed five hurdles.

Seeing with my own eyes my fellow disciples being separated by an invisible wall of air that seemed like an insurmountable chasm, I realized the difference in status.

I have watched my fellow disciples being wiped out by the killing array in different situations, the blood and screams are still ringing in my ears, and it made the difference between life and death.

And now... retreat? How to retreat! Fight? The only fight!

The sect's fortune rose again! Of the more than 10,000 people, not a single one retreated, even though there was obvious fear on their faces.

This was beyond Yu Mu's expectations. In his impression... the people of Yunhe Sect were opportunists, taking advantage of others' misfortunes, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and being greedy for life and afraid of death.

Such a sect could gather such great fortune? After the baptism of blood and fire, it wanted to transform and achieve nirvana? Tsk tsk, it was quite interesting.

It is said that both monks and ordinary people have one thing in common, that is... they don’t like waiting, especially the waiting on the road before going to the execution ground.

So Qi Ziyu felt the fighting spirit rising in the sect. When the incense stick was half burned, he suddenly raised his hand, and a strong wind extinguished the incense head, and it seemed as if a beacon of war had been ignited.

“Everyone of you from the Yunhe Sect, follow me… Charge! After we fight our way through these seven miles, we will… restore the glory of Yunhe!”

"kill!"

"kill!!"

The energy has been held to the extreme! The rise of the sect's great fortune has completely ignited the fighting spirit of the Yunhe sect! At this moment, that momentum is actually approaching the seven sects on the opposite side!

"Kill, don't hold back."

Zi Li ordered coldly.

Following Qi Ziyu's command to go into battle, the members of the Yunhe Sect rushed towards the Seven Sects with weapons in their hands.

There is no battle formation. There is a barrier of a great Mahayana master here. The battle formation cannot be used. The only thing left is the most primitive charge, like a sword drawn from its sheath! It's just... there are more rules.

"kill."

The incarnation monk carrying the heavy sword spoke lightly, "More than 5,000 people are fighting against 10,000 people!" For a moment, the two sides came into close combat, and blood spurted out!

Yun Buqi originally wanted to protect Yu Mu and the others, but he was entangled by an opponent in the Spirit Transformation Realm and had no time to take care of them.

The battlefield was soon divided into three layers, which was actually guided by the barrier. This fight was completely between the same level!

The top of the valley is the battlefield of the eight gods. The brilliant light of their magical powers dyes the sky above the valley into different colors.

In the middle level of the valley, there are Nascent Souls facing each other.

At the very bottom were cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage, who were colliding and fighting. There wasn’t much magic flashing from them, but their condition was the most miserable!

With almost every breath, a living life fell in a pool of blood, becoming nameless dry bones on both sides of the road.

Yu Mu's opponent was a middle-aged man with a long beard in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. He was muscular and bare-chested, like a ferocious beast in human form! When he saw Yu Mu for the first time, he rushed forward and clung to Yu Mu tightly.

After exchanging another punch with Yu Mu, this man's eyes were filled with excitement and surprise!

"Gorgeous?! I like to fight with proud people the most! You and I don't need to use weapons, come on! Have a good fight with me!"

Roaring, he charged towards Yu Mu with his iron mountain leaning, with great momentum, like a mad bull! With just this one charge, he might be able to smash some Nascent Soul cultivators who didn't cultivate their physical bodies!

then…

But after a flash of black light, the Demonic Spear Tianwen became like an iron skewer, and the middle-aged Nascent Soul cultivator with a long beard... was the meat on the skewer.

Or it was the meat that impaled itself on the skewer; it was very sensible!

"You...you are despicable...we agreed...no need..."

"boom!"

Yu Mu swung his spear, and the heavy body was thrown away, creating a big hole on the rock.

He didn't expect this guy to be so strong. Before he could even stab him, he stabbed himself so deeply.

"Tsk, aren't you sick? Isn't it good to be alive? Really."