Opening: Me, I become stronger when I am beaten!

Once the sect master dies, the Raksha sect will be completely destroyed from then on, and will be removed from Nanlitian from now on.

A group of people came to a nearby big city, took a rest for the time being, within half a day, they had already heard all kinds of rumors about Rakshamen outside.

In a restaurant, several monks were sitting around a table drinking and chatting.

"I heard that the Rakshasa Sect has been destroyed, and the head of the Sect Master has been hung on the flagpole. Nanlitian's largest demonic sect force has finally been completely eradicated."

"This is a great thing. From now on, our righteous way can rest in peace."

"Last month, their big disciple took a midnight snack and robbed me of dozens of elixir plants. Now that the Rakshasa Gate has been destroyed, it's really satisfying!"

Just as the few people were chatting, a shabby-dressed monk came over, picked up their wine jug, poured himself a glass of wine unceremoniously, and took a sip.

Just when a few people were about to get angry, the sloppy monk suddenly spoke.

"Do you know how the master of the Rakshasa sect died? I used the memory black stone that day and witnessed the battle process that day."

Hearing this, several people's eyes lit up immediately.

They have never seen a battle of this level before, even if they listen to someone else's description, they can enjoy it.

"It is said that at that time, the Holy Lord stood proudly in the sky, and the aura was released, forming a storm between the sky and the earth, covering a radius of several tens of feet, and the Rakshasa Gate was not to be outdone. There are endless magic weapons.”

The monk described the battle with a smug face. Having said that, he filled himself another glass of wine and drank it unhurriedly.

"Stop drinking, you can continue talking, what happened afterwards?"

"That's right, did he get slapped to death by the Holy One?"

Just as several people urged anxiously, a young monk suddenly came up from the side.

Holding a stack of talismans in his hand, he came to the middle position, looked around, and began to yell.

"Look, everyone, the memory talisman. This records the whole process of the Holy One's destruction of the Rakshasa Gate. I only have one hundred copies here. First come, first served, each with a thousand spirit crystals."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's heart was moved at that time, but a thousand spirit crystals is still too expensive. They practice on weekdays, and they don't need so much to dress themselves from head to toe with spirit treasures.

"Isn't this too expensive? You are robbing!"

"That is, is your talisman made of gold, or is the cinnabar that depicts the spirit pattern gold particles?"

The monk named Mai couldn't listen anymore. He looked at the one who called him the loudest, with a little dissatisfaction on his face.

"Look, the World War One is over. The Rakshasa Gate is located in a remote place. No one has witnessed it with their own eyes. It's only my hundred memory charms. You can decide whether you want to buy them or not!"

The cultivator who just yelled is not a good person, and if he disagrees with him, he will confront him.

He stepped on the chair with one foot, and flicked his robe, revealing a delicate saber at his waist.

"You have a holy talisman in this talisman, I will definitely buy it, but what if there is no one?"

"If there is no saint in the talisman, I will burn it myself!"

The cultivator pinched a ball of flames in his hand, flicked his finger lightly, and quickly turned into a fire snake and flew out, only to see a magic talisman in the hands of the cultivator selling talismans quickly ignited.

"You burned my talisman, didn't you?"

The cultivator who sold the talisman was about to walk over to reason, but just as he walked over, he was pierced through the abdomen by a sword that was quickly drawn, and his dantian was damaged.

The talisman was activated, a light curtain appeared in the sky, and the scene of Shengzun and a group of people coming to the Raksha Gate appeared in front of everyone.

The destruction of the Rakshasa Gate has greatly damaged the power of Nanlitian's Demon Gate. In the surrounding big cities, people from the Demon Gate could often be seen coming out to move around, but now there is no shadow of the Demon Gate at all.

At this time, the forces of the major orthodox sects had already heard the news. No matter what, the destruction of the Rakshasa sect was a good thing for them.

The master of Lingxuan Sect saw the whole process of this battle in a scroll of Lingbao, and his face looked a little strange.

"In any case, the strength of Demon Sect has been severely damaged, which is a good thing for Zhengdao."

He gave an order to the outside world: "Pass my order, prepare a big gift, and go to the Holy Land in three days. I will go there in person and hold a celebration banquet for the Holy One!"

In the hall of the Lingyun Sect, the suzerain and a group of high-level officials sat together, and everyone witnessed the entire process of the destruction of the Rakshasa Gate through the memory spar.

After seeing the whole process of the day, everyone at the scene was pleasantly surprised and surprised.

An elder said: "Unexpectedly, the Rakshasa sect has a profound background, and it can fight with the Holy One for hundreds of rounds without distinction. If it is allowed to develop, I am afraid it will really become a disaster."

The suzerain waved his hand and said, "Fortunately, the Rakshasa Gate has been wiped out, and our worries will never come true."

Having said that, he paused, thought for a moment, and murmured: "We should express now, Great Elder, you go and prepare a congratulatory gift, and I will go to the Holy Land to congratulate myself."

On the other side, a wisp of the soul of the master of the Rakshasa Gate escaped, and he immediately came to a hidden cave and flew straight in.

In the cave, the Ninth Devil was meditating on the spot and adjusting his breath. The strong magic energy covered most of the cave, and the surroundings were foggy.

He sucked in suddenly, and all the devilish energy around him poured into his body like thousands of streams flowing into the sea.

"Master Nine Devils, you must avenge me! The Holy One killed me and destroyed the Rakshasa Gate, you must be the master for me!"

The spirit of the master of the Rakshasa Gate prostrated himself on the ground, looking aggrieved.

"waste!"

As soon as the Ninth Devil opened his mouth, he reprimanded him.

"The existence of the Holy One, even I have to avoid three points, you dare to seek death, it is more than enough to die!"

"But your soul, I can use it as a sacrifice, which can be regarded as the best use of everything."

Hearing these words, the head of the Rakshasa Sect was scared out of his wits. He turned his head and was about to flee, but found that he was unable to move.

"My lord, don't!"

The hands of the Ninth Demon continued to carve, and took out a large amount of formation materials, arranged them in a unique way, and finally injected the soul of the door master into them.

Hearing a "chi", the spirit of the master of the Rakshasa Gate evaporated and completely turned into a sacrificial material, and the passage of Jiuyoutian was opened at this moment.

In the evil emperor's gate, in a side hall, the Yin Luo Demon General suddenly opened his eyes.

"The passage to Nanlitian has been opened, and it's time for me to go."

As soon as the words fell, his figure turned into a wisp of black smoke and quickly disappeared in place.