Immortal and Demon Cultivation

The massacre is still going on.

Compared with an hour ago, the situation has reversed.

An hour ago, it was the masters of Xuantian Sect who unilaterally massacred the disciples of Guixuan Sect.

Now, they are the lambs to be slaughtered.

Some people wanted to break through, but were stopped by the elders of Guixuan Sect.

Some people wanted to send a message to Shenshan, but without exception, from paper cranes to magic mirrors, none of them could contact Shenshan.

This is naturally the work of the big head.

At least Guixuan Sect could get the news of the massacre in Wanhu Ancient Cave at the first time.

However, the massacre in Shilongling happened quietly.

Now the attention of all forces in the world has been attracted to Wanhu Ancient Cave, and no one knows that a melee between masters is taking place in Shilongling.

The melee lasted only one stick of incense, and more than half of the elders of Xuantian Sect were lost.

Most of the dead were elders in the early and middle stages of Lingji. Most of these masters were young people, and most of them were not over 100 years old.

These people are actually the elite of Xuantian Sect. If they are given another one or two hundred years, many of them will reach the realm of heaven and man.

The last elite of Xuantian Sect did not die on the battlefield of Fatian, but died silently in the private grudges of the sect. It must be said that this is a loss for Xuantian Sect and also a loss for the world.

There are eighty-six famous immortal palaces in Qinling Mountains, and other unknown immortal palaces like Shilongling are not worth counting.

If a large-scale battle between masters is fought, it should have attracted the attention of the cultivators in the immortal palaces around Qinling Mountains.

The masters of Xuantian Sect could not break out, and the casual cultivators who pinned their hopes on Qinling Mountains noticed that something was wrong here and came to rescue.

However, the battle lasted for more than an incense stick of time, and not even a bird flew over. There was no news from the sacred mountain, which made the elders of Xuantian Sect, who had been holding on, feel depressed.

As Ye Xiaochuan killed two of the three monsters of Kunlun, the resistance of the elders of Xuantian Sect immediately showed a cliff-like decline.

Many young elders gave up resistance and prepared to surrender.

As a result, they were scolded by the old elders.

They shouted loudly that even if they surrendered, Ye Xiaochuan would not let them go.

This was true.

Several young elders abandoned their swords and surrendered, wanting to fight for a chance to live.

However, Ye Xiaochuan's order to these Ghost Xuan Sect elders was not to spare any of them.

These old guys unswervingly carried out the orders of the Ghost King Sect Master.

Therefore, the few surrendered Xuantian Sect elders either had their heads dropped or were entangled by countless skeletons and ghosts and sucked dry.

Seeing this scene, the Xuantian Sect elders, who had already lost their morale, rekindled their fighting spirit.

Since it was a matter of death, it would be better to fight to the death.

If they could drag someone down with them, it would be even better.

Unfortunately, they thought too much.

These thirty or so old men and women, any one of them, is a tough character who can compete with Wuliangzi.

Even if he self-destructed his soul, it would be difficult to die with them.

After losing his opponent, Ye Xiaochuan rushed into the melee.

In just one stick of incense, Xiaochi had gained a lot.

When the fight started, Xiaochi was alone against seventeen. Now there were three masters in the realm of heaven and man, and five elders in the realm of spiritual silence who were desperately resisting the sword formation controlled by Xiaochi.

In one stick of incense, nine masters were killed alive by Xiaochi.

Ye Xiaochuan rushed to the defense circle set up by the eight people, and attacked for dozens of moves, but he didn't break it.

Xiaochi screamed: "Brother Xiaochuan, get out of the way! Give me another stick of incense, I will kill them!"

Ye Xiaochuan didn't give Xiaochi more time.

These eight people formed the Bagua defense formation of Xuantian Sect. Even if he and Xiaochi joined forces, it would be difficult to break this formation in a short time.

Now is not the time to waste time.

Ye Xiaochuan untied the Chaos Bell from his waist.

The reason why the army is the most efficient group of people in killing is that the army can do anything to kill people.

Ye Xiaochuan used to be too kind, and his thoughts were imprisoned because of this.

Today, Ye Cha's words completely opened Ye Xiaochuan's mental shackles.

Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

Since it is to kill the enemy, there is no need to be shy, just use the most deadly weapon on your body to greet the opponent's vital points.

Ye Xiaochuan threw out the Chaos Bell, which instantly grew larger with the wind.

When the golden Chaos Bell appeared in the air, the eight Xuantian Sect elders who were struggling to stick to the Bagua defense formation all looked ashen.

They knew that their death was coming! Ye Xiaochuan kicked the Chaos Bell.

The Chaos Bell carried the power of destroying the world and made a buzzing sound, as if even the space was resonated by the shock.

Because the Chaos Bell contained the light of Hongmeng, it could break all attributes of energy, including the magic array.

Although the sword formation set up by these eight people is unbreakable, it is not enough to face the Chaos Bell.

Boom! With a loud bang, the Chaos Bell fell to the ground from the southwest, and the eight Xuantian Sect elders were scattered everywhere.

Two elders with lower cultivation did not block the countless immortal swords that took the opportunity to shoot. They only blocked hundreds of immortal swords, but the endless immortal swords shot from all directions, and they were simply unable to resolve them.

When the broadswords in their hands were shaken off, their bodies were shot into a hornet's nest.

The other six people didn't survive much longer than the two.

Ye Xiaochuan slashed out with a sword, and a sword energy slashed towards an elder.

The elder's cultivation had not reached the heavenly realm, so he had to use all his true energy to block Ye Xiaochuan's sword energy.

At this time, Ye Xiaochuan had turned into a residual image and disappeared on the spot.

With Ye Xiaochuan's current cultivation, dealing with a master in the spiritual realm was like playing.

The opponent was shocked by the sword energy and flew back. He wanted to use this recoil force to slip away.

But Ye Xiaochuan was faster, and he was the first to arrive. The sword without a sharp edge passed through the darkness as fast as lightning.

Then Ye Xiaochuan didn't look at him again and attacked the next enemy.

After he had fought with the next enemy for dozens of swords, the head of the Xuantian Sect master who wanted to escape rolled off his body.

For a sword master, killing is an art.

Graceful and sharp.

Sharp and beautiful.

Beauty without losing tenderness.

Gentleness without losing ruggedness.

Therefore, the sword is called the gentleman among weapons.

Killing people with a sword has an artistic component as high as three or four floors.

But for the big bosses of the Demon Cult, this art has obviously been darkened and disgusting.

There are two types of cultivators in the Demon Cult today.

The first one focuses on the second volume of the Heavenly Book, the Heavenly Demon Chapter.

The second one focuses on the fourth volume of the Heavenly Book, the Netherworld Chapter.

The various magic powers of the Demon Cult evolved in the Heavenly Demon Chapter are mostly cruel and bloodthirsty, and often use the essence, blood and soul of living people for sacrifice.

The magic powers of the Demon Cult evolved in the Netherworld Chapter are mostly ghosts and ghosts, and there are countless soul-devouring and soul-stealing people.

Most of those who died under the Demon Cult masters had their flesh, blood and souls devoured. The pain before death is unimaginable.

And after death, the corpses are mostly shriveled.

It is lucky to become a skinny mummified corpse.

The magic weapons of the Demon Cult are more sinister than their skills.

Ye Xiaochuan killed people with a sword, either by piercing their hearts or chopping off their heads.

But if someone died under the magic weapon of the demon sect, their bodies would be torn into pieces, with their arms, legs, head, and torso almost all in different places, far apart.