Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

Huang Tianlin roared, and then a red-gold light passed through his chest and came out of his body.

With a spurt of blood, life flowed away. Huang Tianlin, who was no longer able to support his magic against Li Hongying, had time to turn his head to look at Xiong Zhen, opened his mouth and let out a hoarse roar:

"escape……"

However, as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he saw the red-gold thunder light turning back and stabbing Xiong Zhen's head.

"Junior sister..."

Huang Tian's eyes were cracked, and he stretched out his hand to grab the lightning. However, without his supporting spell, he was instantly broken by Li Hongying's giant sword, and then a terrifying sword energy penetrated his body, causing blood to flow from his seven orifices.

If the companion spirit beast hadn't blocked it for him, he would have been crushed directly.

But at this moment, the evil energy in his body suddenly became violent. Without his control, it directly reduced his flesh and bones to ashes. In a moment, his whole person was twisted beyond shape, but he was killed by the evil energy.

The red-gold lightning struck at Xiong Zhen, but the woman was also decisive. While ordering the companion spirit beast to block the attack for her, she crushed the teleportation jade slip. Light and shadow appeared, but the moment she was about to be teleported, the red-gold The lightning just happened to come out of the body of the one-horned night bat beast and flashed across her body in an instant.

The light and shadow disappeared, half of the bloody body hit the charred ground full of sword marks, and dozens of spiritual seals slowly floated out.

"The teleportation jade slip can't protect your life!" Zhu Xun, dressed in black, looked at the half body on the ground and sneered.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his head and looked at the remaining six people in the Spirit Beast Villa in the distance. It turned into a red-gold thunder light and suddenly galloped away. At this time, a burst of spiritual light disappeared from his face, revealing a stern face.

It was Wang Fu.

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Outside the Mianyang Mountains, in front of two huge rocks.

"Hahaha……"

The white-bearded old man saw that the spiritual seal on the huge stone belonging to Dajing covered the two immortal gates. He couldn't help but smile and looked at the two livid-faced old guys opposite:

"Fellow Daoist Huang, Fellow Daoist Xu, it seems that your second sect has lost again this time."

"Have you figured out how to disband the sect? If you two don't mind, I can introduce you to a place with abundant spiritual energy in Dajing for your family to settle down."

"Hmph! Whoever kills the deer will still..." The old man surnamed Huang flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly with a livid face. However, before he could finish speaking, a burst of light and shadow flashed in front of him, and then a bloody body with only the upper body was revealed. , let his words stop him.

Everyone was shocked by this sudden bloody scene.

Especially those Jiuyao Sect monks who had been teleported out, their eyes widened even more when they saw such a miserable situation, their faces turned pale, and they were filled with fear.

Among them was the feminine man.

"Old... Ancestor..." Xiong Zhen slowly closed his eyes and suddenly saw the ancestor of his immortal sect. As if seeing a life-saving straw, his eyes instantly opened up. He stretched out his trembling palms, as if he wanted to He wanted to grab something, but blood kept flowing from his mouth, and he couldn't speak clearly. Finally, he used all his strength to spit out two words with difficulty.

The next moment, the voice stopped suddenly, his undulating chest collapsed, the remaining sword energy came out of his body, a trace of blood spattered, and Xiong Zhen's pupils completely lost their light.

A strong wind blew by, and a broad figure appeared in front of Xiong Zhen's body. This person had short hair and a red beard. Seeing Xiong Zhen's arms hanging down, his expression froze until there was a dull "dong" sound. He shifted between sadness and anger, and even his facial features became distorted.

"Zhen'er..."

The man clenched his fists, and a burst of fire came out of his body. It seemed like a giant bear covered in flames appeared from behind him, roaring toward the sky.

But just when he was about to run away, a skinny palm patted his shoulder, and the voice of the old man named Huang slowly came:

"Junior Brother Xiong Lie, calm down."

Listening to this voice, the almost violent spiritual power around the man slowly extinguished.

He silently picked up the half body of his favorite descendant, ignoring the flowing blood that dyed his clothes red, and slowly disappeared in front of the crowd.

"Fellow Daoist Li, your scene is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon..." The old man surnamed Huang reached out and grabbed the blood on the ground. With a surge of spiritual power, a wisp of sword energy that was about to dissipate was pinched in his palm.

Looking at the traces of sword energy flying around in his palm, the old man surnamed Huang showed a sneer, and while using magic to imprison him, he said coldly:

"Sword cultivator...another sword cultivator who has made his own flying sword!"

"Haha...it's really well hidden."

"Fellow Daoist Li, do you think it's Li Jianshan from your Li family? Or is it someone else?"

"Fellow Daoist Huang, since this is a competition, life and death depend on fate, no matter who it is, it is my Dajing monk." The white-bearded old man narrowed his eyes, and there was something in his words.

The Golden elixir Dzogchen monk of the Gao family who had been silent until now slowly stepped forward and spoke calmly:

"That's right. I mean the same thing. If Fellow Daoist Huang thinks it's inappropriate, you can ask Senior Ren from the Jiuyao Sect to come forward. But I think that Senior Ren also means the same thing."

"After all, the competition is subject to the consent of both of our ancestors."

"What do you think, Fellow Daoist Xu?"

The old man from the Gao family looked at the Jindan Dzogchen monk named Xu from Jiuyao Sect.

The old man surnamed Xu slightly opened his eyelids, looked at the one-sided form on the boulder, and made a decision, saying in a deep voice:

"It's just a death. Why does the ancestor come forward? Since it is a competition, life and death are determined by fate."

The old man surnamed Huang from the Spiritual Beast Villa looked cold, and then he hid himself well. He snorted coldly, flicked his long sleeves, turned around and returned to the Spiritual Beast Villa camp, but he closed his eyes and rested.

Seeing this, everyone felt that the two major immortal gates were doomed.

And the Jiuyao Gate's mind has begun to lean towards Dajing. After all, after the dissolution of the immortal gate, it must be integrated into Dajing. If it is too stiff, it will inevitably be excluded, which is not conducive to the development of the family.

A series of light and shadows emerged, and the monks of the Jiuyao Gate were teleported out one after another. Although everyone was injured, some even had broken hands and feet, they saved their lives. No one died tragically on the spot like Xiong Zhen.

Counting carefully, including the feminine man and several others who were eliminated in advance, there were not twenty-five, but there were seventeen or eighteen people.

On the side of the Spiritual Beast Villa, no one was teleported out, and the only one was Xiong Zhen, who only had half of his body left and died without a complete corpse.

Outside the Mianyang Mountains, there was a rare silence.

Many cultivators looked at each other in bewilderment. They asked the Dajing cultivators who had been teleported out early, but got no answer.

They could only guess that Princess Hongying was showing her divine power.

An incredible idea also came to their minds.

Did all the cultivators of Lingshou Villa die in the mountains?

It was not until someone asked the surviving cultivators of Jiuyao Sect that they knew what happened...

In addition to Li Hongying, there was another extremely cruel person on the Dajing side. He controlled a treasure that looked like a sword but was not a sword and killed all the remaining cultivators of Lingshou Villa.

They also had to crush the teleportation jade slip and teleport away under the joint efforts of Li Hongying and the cultivator.

As for the Jiuyao Sect's foundation-building senior brother, Zhu Xun... he seemed to have disappeared in the chaos.