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Chapter 2075 Three feet with the sword, the sword picks the sky

Tianlan Sect, the general altar of Tianlan Realm.

In a certain secret room, Long Xin was sitting cross-legged on a golden futon, with his eyes closed and his hands in mudras. Along with his inhalation and exhalation, golden light poured into his body along his mouth and nose.

The secret room suddenly shook violently, like an earthquake.

Long Xin frowned, the golden light on his body dissipated, and he opened his eyes with gloomy eyes.

Since the Tianlan Sect dominated the Tianlan Realm, this situation has never happened. Who would dare to kill the Tianlan Sect General Altar?Could it be the deity-transforming monk from Dongli Realm? It shouldn't be!
He cared about the cultivators in the Dongli Realm, and didn't let the people below kill all the cultivators in the Qianli Realm. He just picked a few soft persimmons to make an example to others. Move out, otherwise you won't be able to kill the Tianlan Sect General Altar!
He took out a light blue compass, entered a formula, and asked in a deep voice, "Liu Yu, what happened?"

Liu Yu is his disciple, in the mid-Yuanying period, he handles chores in normal times.

"Master, Sword Master Qinglian has been killed in the main altar, and many fellow disciples have been killed."

There was a trace of panic in Liu Yu's voice.

"Sword Master Qinglian! Where did this person come from?"

Long Xin wondered, he had never heard of this cultivator who transformed himself into a god.

"Qinglian Sword Master comes from the Wang family, which is the Wang family where the Qinglian fairy couple is."

Long Xin's face darkened, his eyes were full of fear, before Shangguan Tianhong left, he told him not to provoke the Wang family where Qinglian's fairy couple lived.

Long Xin did the same thing. He sent people to subdue most of the Dongli Realm monks in Qianhu Realm, and he didn't make things difficult for the Wang family. How could Sword Master Qinglian kill Tianlan Sect's main altar?

Needless to say, it must be that the people below violated the order and did things too much, which angered Qinglian Jianzun.

Long Xin is the descendant of Long Xiaoyao, and his body is a fifth-order flood dragon. He doesn't have the powerful strength of Shangguan Tianhong, and he can't restrain other Huashen monks. It's not surprising that some people disobey his orders.

Long Xin put away the communication tray and left the secret room.

The main altar of the Tianlan Sect was covered in a sea of ​​blue flames with a radius of hundreds of miles. A large number of buildings were on fire, and a large number of corpses fell on the ground.

Wang Qingshan stood high in the air out of thin air, holding the Qinglian sword in his right hand, the sword of the Qinglian sword was stained with some blood, facing him in the void thousands of feet away, stood an old man in blue robes who was as thin as a bamboo pole and had a thin cheek , the left arm of the blue-robed old man disappeared, and his face was slightly pale.

Nine Qingli swords floated beside Wang Qingshan, each of which was stained with blood.

After Wang Qingshan left the secret realm of the violent wind, he gathered his clansmen and found that hundreds of clansmen had died directly or indirectly at the hands of the monks of Tianlanzong.

He searched the soul of Ye Xueyao's Nascent Soul, and found that there were indeed fifteen cultivators in Tianlan Sect, but they were scattered in two interfaces, which was a good thing for him.

He came to Tianlan Sect with the Heaven-shattering Slashing Spirit Blade and killed him directly.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, are you going to make an enemy of our Tianlan Sect? Do you really think we dare not do anything to your Wang family?"

A majestic male voice suddenly came from the sky, echoing throughout the Tianlan Sect.

As soon as the words fell, the space above Wang Qingshan's head fluctuated, and a golden dragon claw more than a hundred feet in size emerged out of thin air. The claw was as sharp as a knife, and it was shot head-on. Before it fell, the void trembled slightly.

Wang Qingshan didn't even raise his head, and slashed the Qinglian Sword towards the top of his head.

"Keng!"

There was a muffled sound of gold and iron clashing, and the golden dragon claw was cut in half by the Qinglian sword, and powerful waves of air burst out.

A ray of golden light flew from a distance and stopped beside the old man in blue robe. It was Long Xin.

Long Xin glanced at the corpse lying on the ground, and his face became ugly. No matter what, he is the suzerain of Tianlan Sect, and Wang Qingshan slapped him in the face.

"Wang Daoyou, you are so brave, you actually killed our Tianlan Sect main altar and killed so many of our disciples."

Long Xin said with a cold face, full of murderous looks.

"Junior Brother Long, this person has a lot of supernatural powers and is proficient in the way of swordsmanship. Be careful."

The blue-robed old man reminded through voice transmission that he entered the stage of transforming gods earlier than Long Xin. If Shangguan Tianhong hadn't passed the position to Long Xin, Long Xin would not have been the suzerain at all.

Relying on his seniority, he retreated to the main altar and sent his disciples and grandchildren to search for immortal cultivation resources for him to practice. The same is true for other Huashen monks. A large number of Tianlanzong monks searched for immortal cultivation resources in Qianhu Realm.

When Shangguan Tianhong was around, all the cultivators of Huashen sent their disciples and grandchildren to search for resources for cultivating immortals. The difference was that they did not dare to disobey Shangguan Tianhong's orders, which made it difficult for Long Xin.

Long Xin nodded, but didn't say anything.

"I think it's because your Tianlan Sect has the courage to kill hundreds of members of our clan. How should we settle the debt? I can take care of you without the help of my nine uncles and nine aunts."

Wang Qingshan said coldly that there were not many God Transformation cultivators in the main altar of the Tianlan Sect, otherwise he would not dare to kill them. The main reason is that Long Xin could not restrain the other Spirit Transformation cultivators, and the current cohesion of the Tianlan Sect was not as good as before.

Ren Shan was bullied by others, Ma Shan was ridden by others, Tian Lanzong did not dare to attack the monks of the Wang family at the beginning, but the monks of the Wang family repeatedly backed down, and the monks of the Tian Lan Zong made progress and pressed every step of the way, so they killed the monks of the Wang family for the sake of cultivating resources .

Wang Qingshan has been trapped in the independent space for hundreds of years, and Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan have not shown up for hundreds of years. In this way, the younger generation of Tianlan Sect has never heard of the name of the Qinglian fairy couple. The resources to kill the monks of the Wang family, who made the Wang family's territory in the world of thousands of gourds too large.

Hundreds of clansmen were killed, so naturally Wang Qingshan would not just let it go, the blood debt must be paid in blood, if he doesn't teach Tianlanzong a lesson, Tianlanzong might go too far.

"Kill hundreds of members of your clan? Is this why you killed our Tianlan Sect?"

Long Xin frowned, and thought to himself: "These idiots, let them not embarrass the Wang family too much, and actually killed hundreds of monks of the Wang family."

"Isn't that enough? Kill one member of my clan, and I will kill a hundred members of your Tianlan Sect."

As soon as Wang Qingshan's sword art changed, the aura of the nine blue glass swords rose sharply, turning into nine bright blue sword lights, and they came straight to Long Xin and the blue-robed old man.

At the same time, the blue sea of ​​flames suddenly condensed, turning into a blue peacock with a size of more than a hundred feet, and its whole body was surrounded by countless blue flames.

The cyan peacock spread its wings and went straight to Long Xin.

Long Xin's face darkened, and thousands of golden lights bloomed, covering dozens of miles around.

Nine streaks of cyan sword light pierced into the golden light, as if hitting a copper wall and an iron wall, unable to move forward.

As soon as Wang Qingshan's sword art was urged, the nine cyan sword lights suddenly became aura, merged into one, and turned into a giant blue sword that lifted the sky, exuding an aura that could destroy the sky and destroy the earth.

The golden light shattered like thin paper, and the giant sword that held the sky appeared above Long Xin's head in an instant.

Long Xin turned pale with shock, his hands shone with a dazzling golden light, then turned into a pair of giant golden claws, and slapped the giant sword that held up to the sky.

(End of this chapter)