God level takeaway system

The boiling sea of ​​flames was like a giant beast struggling, turning fiery red for a moment, bloody wolf for a moment, boiling with resentment and entanglement.

That is to say, there are monsters like the master of the blood knife sect. If there is no master of the blood knife sect, it is hard to say how much effort it will take.

The sea of ​​blood and flames evaporated for more than half an hour, and then slowly dissipated, and what appeared in front of everyone was the real Xingxiu sect's mountain gate.

At this time, all the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect had left the mountain gate, waiting for the arrival of many masters.

All of them were pale and their legs were weak. There were 5,6 or [-] Gold Core masters in the XingXiu Sect, but they were not the real top Gold Core masters.

Now that the spirit array protecting the mountain has been broken, how to resist it——but everyone will not sympathize with the disciples of Xingxiu.

Even Wang Mian would not sympathize, he collected a lot of information from Xiaoyao and the ten men from Mofeng.

These Xingxiu disciples are really bad out of the water, just a concentration camp for bad guys.

The entire sect follows the rule that strength is the most respected and strength is king.

No matter what method you use, if you can kill the senior brother, then you are the senior brother.

Although this sect does not kill mortals, it rapes and loots for the sake of harming the world.

Wang Mian would not be kind to such a person, he directly followed the Jindan boss and rushed up, and began to massacre frantically.

The appearance of Wang Mian immediately attracted the attention of the innate masters of the Xingxiu sect, and all the masters of Jindan fought against Jindan.

Innate masters of course pick the weak persimmons, but in fact, the Xingxiu sect are all people who are afraid of death.

They wanted to surrender directly, but they knew that these big bosses of the orthodox demon sect came to attack Xingxiu with the intention of destroying the faction, so they had to fight the battle of trapped beasts.

Although each of them was scared and had a nervous breakdown, their eyes were blood red.

Most of their weapons are small tripods, and when they are slightly shaken in the air, various strange poisonous insects will appear.

Even some of the disciples holding the flying swords had colorful lights flashing on the flying swords, obviously soaked in all kinds of strange poisons.

The mountains are full of poisonous insects, and the sky is full of flying centipedes.

"Boy suffers death—" A congenital master came to Wang Mian and shook the small tripod in his hand slightly.

Countless mosquitoes flew out of the cauldron. These poisonous insects looked colorful and very beautiful, but Wang Mian knew that such poisonous insects were a hundred times more poisonous than the most poisonous snakes.

And the flying speed of each one is weirdly fast, and the hardness of the body is more like steel.

Wang Mian spread his arms lightly, like a goshawk waving its wings, no poisonous insect could approach within three meters of Wang Mian's body.

That congenital master, seeing Wang Mian's fierceness, shouted, "Ill—"

The tripod flew directly to the top of Wang Mian's head, "Boom!" There was an explosion, and the purple poisonous mist covered Wang Mian's whole body.

"It's useless! Don't think that I'm not innate, I'll be easy to deal with—" Wang Mian said flatly.

A thin layer of flames burned all over his body—any poisonous powder that touched Wang Mian's body would make a sizzling sound.

Wang Mian felt strangely that not only did he not consume energy, on the contrary, these poisonous powders seemed to be a tonic for the dark energy in his body.

That congenital master, seeing Wang Mian's calmness and fear appearing on his face, was terrified and wanted to run away, but he saw the old monk with long eyebrows guarding the valley.

This congenital master took out another flying sword and jumped straight to stab Wang Mian's face.

That speed was like lightning, but in Wang Mian's eyes, it was like a tortoise crawling. Now Wang Mian can surpass a hundred moves with Jindan masters. How could a mere innate master be placed in his eyes.

"Dang—" There was a loud sound, the flying sword slashed on Wang Mian's head, sparking a ball of sparks, Wang Mian was like the Monkey King in the novel, with a copper head and an iron head, this innate strength The sword couldn't hurt Wang Mian at all.

The innate qi entered Wang Mian's body, and was instantly swallowed by the pitch-black energy, serving as a tonic.

"It's surprising, isn't it?" Wang Mian said softly.

That Xiantian was like seeing a ghost, his body trembled, and his face was full of horror and he said: "What kind of monster are you?"

"Are you afraid?" Wang Mian walked towards the Xiantian step by step. His whole body condensed an invisible temperament, which made it difficult for the Xiantian master to breathe, and even lost the ability to fly. He stood on the ground and kept retreating.

Wang Mian summoned the blood-red writing brush, and the innate master stared wide-eyed and said, "Yes—"

Before he finished speaking, his head flew high.

On the flying head, the eyes were dazed, fearful, unwilling, tears were shed, and the head fell to the ground and rolled down the hillside.

Then Wang Mian didn't waste any more time, rushed into the ordinary disciples of the Xingxiu Sect, and slaughtered crazily. He was not a human at this time, but a devil, his whole body was covered in blood.

He is not a demon at this time, but a fairy who slaughters all demons, because killing demons is kind.

Ordinary disciples, Xiantian disciples, were all terrified of being killed by Wang Mian, even more terrifying than the Jin Dan who fought against the big boss of the Xingxiu Sect that day.

He held a blood-red brush in his hand, like a judge in the underworld, harvesting the souls of wicked people.

"Run, he is the devil." The disciples who had collapsed yelled frantically, and ran frantically towards the outside of the valley.

"Amitabha——" the long-browed old monk chanted the Buddha's name, but the next moment he was extremely fierce. A big golden hand covered more than 10 square meters, and he pressed down with one palm. "Boom!" The Xingxiu disciples who escaped were all patted into meatloaf.

"The monk who is fake and merciful—recites the Buddha's name, but kills." Mo Shi said while fighting his opponent.

"The flesh is a skin, and I will go to hell through the devil." The long-browed old monk said with blood all over his face.

"Fake benevolence and righteousness—" Wang Mian said in his heart.

The disciples of the Xingxiu Sect had almost been slaughtered, and there were corpses all over the mountain, emitting a stench.

Although they are monks, they have practiced poison attack all the year round, and even the corpse that just died is not smelling blood, but the smell of poisonous gas.

If it was an ordinary innate or acquired spirit child, they would probably be slightly poisoned if they smelled such a smell.

Jindan boss is in front, Wang Mian is behind, pushing up the mountain, but the building is empty.

There was no sign of Ding Chunzi at all, and the faces of many Jindan bosses were ugly.

That Ding Chunzi is the ultimate treasure in mastering the Xuanyuan Sword, if he ran away, it must be a serious worry.

If Ding Chunzi hid in the deep mountains and old forests, became a casual cultivator, achieved success in cultivation, and took revenge on a big sect, it would definitely be a great disaster.

Ding Chunzi was not found, which aroused the anger of all the Jindan bosses, and directly burned the entire Xingxiu Sect's pavilions with the fire of true essence.

One of the Xingxiu Sect's top ten demonic ways was wiped out just like that.

Because a non-existent Xuanyuan sword was the real reason.