Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

"Masters, in fact, your souls are also rare treasures for a demon ancestor." Zhao Yang turned his face and looked at several monks not far away and said.

The muscles on the tall monk's face twitched slightly, he whispered the Buddha's name, and then looked up at Moxiu standing on the stone.

The black-faced demon cultivator shot a cold light from his eyes, and Yunlong behind him kept entangled and roared.

Zhao Yang had a sincere expression on his face, but secretly smiled in his heart.

Moxiu was already unbelievable, and Hua Fengyuan, the suzerain of the Huiyan Sword Sect, was obviously not one to be believed.

If they dare to trust even such two people, these monks deserve to be unlucky.

But if they make further moves, Mo Xiu and Hua Fengyuan will definitely join forces.

Anyway, the current state is a headache for both parties.

This is the reason why Zhao Yang forced out the hidden monks.

"Grandmasters, take a step back, how about taking away the people you need?" Hua Fengyuan took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"Then you refine the sword and go to intercept and kill it?" Zhao Yang asked loudly before the monk could speak.

"Ming Wang Zhenshi—"

First, the tall monk folded his hands together and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Sect Master Hua, subjugating demons is my duty in Buddhism, you'd better step aside."

After finishing speaking, his clothes were bulging all over his body, and the Sanskrit characters shone with golden light, floating in all directions.

This golden light suppressed all the surrounding black magic energy, and then dissipated the fog at the bottom of the valley.

All of a sudden, a golden light shot up into the sky.

A chill flashed in the black-faced Moxiu's eyes, and the cloud dragon behind him wrapped his body, turned into a black light, and flew away.

A magic cultivator at the golden core level left without confronting these monks.

Demon cultivators are all so spineless, aren't they so good at judging the situation?
Zhao Yang opened his mouth and was speechless.

Standing on the stone, Hua Fengyuan had a cold expression on his face. With a wave of his hand, he retracted the long sword wrapped around Qin Bingzhi's arm, and then a flash of spiritual light gathered all the scattered blood on the sword.

"I once heard that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. You masters have saved so many lives today. This good fruit and blessing will surely make your merits and virtues complete." Zhao Yang looked at the monks and said loudly .

His face was full of sincerity, as if he was about to worship at any time.

"Thank you, Master!"

"Thank you Master for saving your life!"

……

Those practitioners who were already extremely weak hurriedly expressed their thanks to several monks.

This time, they were also scared.

"You were the one who let this spirit monster go, right?" The tall monk turned to look at Zhao Yang, with a strange look on his face.

Uh——Zhao Yang smiled awkwardly and said, "I also want to build a pagoda..."

After finishing speaking, he rushed to Qin Bingzhi's side, grabbed his arm and said, "Hey, masters, if you want to take him away, you can do it now."

Qin Bingzhi glared at Zhao Yang, but did not resist.

The tall monk waved his hand, and a beam of Buddha's light enveloped Qin Bingzhi, making him unable to resist.

After that, the monks behind him raised their hands and swayed a wave of spiritual light, pulling up the lying practitioners, and then walked out of the valley.

Zhao Yang shrank his head and walked out behind the team.

"Brother-"

Seeing this, a practitioner of the Huiyan Sword Sect looked at Huafeng and said anxiously.

After these people left, news spread that the Huiyan Sword Sect had brutally killed their comrades, and it was likely that they would immediately become the target of public criticism.

"Sword refining!"

Watching everyone leave, Hua Fengyuan gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Om-"

The spiritual power of his whole body rose, pouring all the drawn blood into the long sword in his hand.

As the long sword vibrated, it was covered with bloodstains.

The light on the sword is even better.

It's just that the light seems to be a bit weak, and it can't illuminate all the surrounding space.

"Everyone, lend me some blood."

Hua Fengyuan let out a low cry, and the sword energy flew out all over his body, stabbing the disciples and elders of the Huiyan Sword Sect surrounded by the lake to the ground, spraying blood.

"Brother, you, you are crazy!"

"Sect Master, what do you want to do!"

……

Hua Fengyuan only stared at the sword, and let the blood entangle the sword.He let go of the sword in his hand, and a jade box appeared in his hand.

This jade box was what the brocade-clothed young man gave to him when he received his marriage.

At this time, he opened the jade box, and a burst of spiritual energy radiated out.

What was contained in this box turned out to be a pure soul.

The soul of the spirit demon clan.

When the spirit appeared, the blood-stained long sword let out a long cry, like a child seeing delicious food, and cheered happily.

A look of pain appeared on Hua Fengyuan's face, and he threw the box towards the long sword.

"Ugh-"

The long sword turned in mid-air and rushed towards the jade box.

"Snapped!"

The thrown jade box suddenly turned and flew out, falling to the ground.

"Humph! Courting death!"

Hua Fengyuan snorted coldly, flying with sword energy all over his body, cutting the surrounding void into black gaps.

Nothing at all.

Hua Fengyuan's face was serious, and he stretched out his hand, and the pure soul in the box hit the long sword.

"Om-"

After the long sword made a high-pitched vibration, the body of the sword had a golden luster, as if it was going to break through the sky.

"Hahaha--"

Hua Fengyuan let out a long laugh, and grabbed the long sword.

"warehouse--"

At this moment, there was a sword cry, and a rotten long sword lay in front of his palm.

The expression on Hua Fengyuan's face changed drastically, and he whispered, "The man with the sword on the snow mountain!"

I saw the rotten long sword turning around, like a poisonous snake, entwined on Hua Fengyuan's long sword.

The bright and flickering long sword instantly dimmed, and the originally flowing spiritual light was also swallowed.

"Return my magic weapon!"

Hua Fengyuan let out a cry of pain, the sword qi stretched all over his body, and countless sword qi rushed towards the void in front of him.

"when!"

"when!"

……

A figure emerged, and the sword lights between the fingers swept away all the sword energy.

"My Huiyan Sword Sect has never disobeyed the Daxue Mountain Sword Sect, why did you devour my magic weapon?" Hua Fengyuan was full of spiritual power, and wanted to call back his long sword, but he couldn't do it.

"Collude with the monster clan, cooperate with the demon way, and harm the spirit monster clan, and you still say that you have not violated the Snow Mountain Sword Sect?"

Mu Canghe, who emerged from his body, stared at Hua Fengyuan with his eyes full of sword intent.

Hua Fengyuan's face was pale, his hands were trembling, and he gritted his teeth: "I don't know what kind of monster race, and Daxue Mountain can't help but associate with demons. As for the spirit monster race, that has nothing to do with me."

"I only listen to the sword speak."

Mu Canghe stretched out his hand to grab it, and the rotten long sword fell into his palm, with a gleam of luster on the sword.

"Dang--"

The entangled long sword fell to the ground, and the blade broke into three pieces.

"puff--"

Hua Fengyuan, who was fighting with this sword, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes seemed to burst into flames.

"You Daxueshan will always be so domineering!"

Hua Fengyuan let out a roar, and a dark spiritual power all over his body turned into black scales, covering his body.

"Sure enough, you have already been enchanted." Mu Canghe raised his long sword lightly, and the tip of the sword pointed at Hua Fengyuan.