Demon Cultivator: Heaven and earth are the cauldron, and all living beings are the medicine

Outside the Demon Abyss Sea, in front of the Xuanyang Sect's gate, several guards were chatting and laughing casually.

"Boom!"

A loud noise erupted as the ground in front of the Xuanyang Sect's gate was suddenly blasted into a large hole, scattering rubble everywhere and kicking up a cloud of dust.

The guards were shocked and immediately stood up, gripping their spears tightly as they roared towards the dust cloud.

"Who goes there? This is the sacred ground of the Xuanyang Sect! How dare you cause trouble here? Do you have a death wish!"

As the dust settled, a handsome young man in red slowly approached, his words ringing with power.

"I am Feng Qi, a demonic cultivator!"

As he spoke, a golden sword adorned with a golden dragon burst from his sleeve, instantly reaching the guards and piercing their heads.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Blood gushed out like a torrent, flesh and blood splattered everywhere, and the ground instantly became a river of blood. The guards didn't even have time to scream before collapsing to the ground, lifeless!

"Indeed! The second stance of the Hidden Dragon Sword Qi Art is exceptionally powerful! And very few people know that I possess this creation, so I can use it safely around the Demon Abyss Sea!"

Thinking this, Ning Lu strode forward, his figure darting into the Xuanyang Sect like lightning.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Miserable screams echoed from within the Xuanyang Sect, reverberating through the heavens and earth, lingering for a long time.

Ning Lu hovered in mid-air, his body radiating golden light and dragon roars. With a slight thought, he effortlessly controlled the golden flying sword.

The golden flying sword moved like lightning, swiftly and violently traversing the sect, mercilessly hunting down the fleeing disciples.

Wherever the flying sword passed, nothing survived! Blood sprayed into the sky, limbs scattered on the ground! Its speed was so great that no disciple could escape!

"Friend! Please stop! Is there some misunderstanding between your sect and mine?"

An aged voice came from the depths of the sect, sonorous and loud, directly entering Ning Lu's ears.

The next moment, a white-haired old man suddenly appeared in mid-air, his eyes fixed on Ning Lu, filled with apprehension!

Immediately after, four middle-aged men with greying temples appeared in mid-air, flanking the old man, their eyes fierce and their faces unfriendly as they looked at Ning Lu.

"Friend! I am Xuanyang Zhenren, the master of the Xuanyang Sect! I believe there is no animosity between our sects. Is there some misunderstanding between us?"

Xuanyang Zhenren spoke first, cautiously and kindly, but a subtle hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes!

Ning Lu sensed the aura of the five people before him and sneered inwardly.

"Hmph! Two Foundation Establishment Peak cultivators, two Core Formation early stage cultivators, and Xuanyang Zhenren, the leader, is only barely Core Formation middle stage! These ants can be killed!"

Thinking this, a smirk appeared on his face, and he said disdainfully.

"Yes, there is indeed no animosity or misunderstanding between you and me!"

Hearing this, Xuanyang Zhenren's face lit up with joy, and he smiled.

"Hahaha, I knew it! Friend, you must have mistaken someone! My Xuanyang Sect is willing to assist you in finding..."

Xuanyang Zhenren was interrupted by Ning Lu's stern voice and sinister smile.

"But, have you forgotten? This is the Demon Abyss Sea! Do demonic cultivators need a reason to kill?"

Xuanyang Zhenren frowned, his face horrified, and he gritted his teeth.

"Sect Master! Why are you wasting words with this kid? Let me test him first!"

One of the middle-aged men shouted and shot towards Ning Lu.

"Die!" Ning Lu roared.

The golden flying sword pierced through the air like a thunderbolt, appearing before the middle-aged man in the blink of an eye.

"What?" The middle-aged man exclaimed, but it was too late to escape!

"Swish!"

The sword pierced the man's throat in an instant, blood gushed out like a torrent, blood splattered everywhere, and the man's head flew into the air.

"Run! This kid is too strong! Even if we join forces, we can't defeat him!"

Xuanyang Zhenren shouted, then turned around and fled without looking back.

Seeing the tragic death of their companion, the other men also retreated, fleeing into the distance.

"Hahaha! Run? Can you escape?!"

Ning Lu laughed loudly, his aura suddenly soared, and dragon roars emanated from his body.

"Hidden Dragon Sword Qi Art, Second Stance! Heaven Shake!" He roared.

The flying sword in mid-air became golden and dazzling, turning into a giant sword shadow hundreds of feet tall.

"Ahhh! The Sect Master has run away, what do we do?" The disciples below screamed and fled in all directions.

"Damn it! Where did this kid come from? He's so strong! Why haven't I heard of him in the Demon Abyss Sea before?!"

Xuanyang Zhenren cursed, his expression terrified, frantically mobilizing his true essence, trying his best to escape.

"Die!" Ning Lu's roar shook the heavens and the earth, echoing for miles around.

"Boom!"

The golden giant sword shadow, hundreds of feet tall, fell, splitting the Xuanyang Sect and the entire island below in half, creating a towering wave hundreds of feet high on the calm sea!

After this sword, where was the Xuanyang Sect? The entire sect was shattered.

All the disciples and elders were annihilated under this sword! Leaving no trace!

"Block it for me!"

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Xuanyang Zhenren shouted and waved his right hand, transforming a huge red shield in front of him, trying to block the sword!

"Hmph! As the master of a sect on the outskirts of the Demon Abyss Sea! You're so weak! You don't even have a decent magic weapon!"

Ning Lu's eyes were cold, his tone full of disdain, as he watched the giant sword smash into the shield.

"Boom!"

The huge shield shattered like a foam bubble under this sword, turning into dense debris, disappearing in mid-air!

Xuanyang Zhenren was blasted away by the aftermath of the sword, spitting out a mouthful of blood, most of his bones and meridians were shattered, and his aura became extremely weak.

However, Ning Lu didn't give him a chance to breathe, taking a big step forward, his figure darting towards him like lightning.

"Dying by my, Feng Qi's, sword! Is the only thing worth remembering in your life!"

Ning Lu's voice echoed in the heavens and the earth, holding the golden sword tightly, piercing Xuanyang Zhenren's chest in an instant.

This Core Formation demonic cultivator, the master of a demonic sect, completely fell!

No longer had any breath!

Ning Lu was expressionless, slowly taking out the Primordial Ancient Cauldron from his sleeve, and grabbed Xuanyang Zhenren's corpse!

Instantly refining it!