Villain: The opening summons the childhood shadow Jiang Yuyan

"What is that guy up to?"

"When did Xuantian Demon Sect have so many more masters?"

In a corner, Wu Qinglong looked at Dongfang Bubai and everyone in Yuhuatian, shocked and puzzled.

A few days ago, Ji Wushang took her to visit the Xuantian Demon Sect. She paid special attention to the number of Xuantian Demon Sect. There were only less than a hundred people, and most of them were disciples below Dongxuan.

But now suddenly there are hundreds more people, and there are more than a dozen spirits, dozens of blood.

Big change?

How can this be?

"Well, Ji Wushang, you hid it deep enough."

Wu Qinglong was shocked for a while, and a gleam of clarity appeared in his eyes.

She guessed that these people were probably Ji Wushang's hidden forces in the dark.

But it was well hidden, why did it suddenly come out again?

Wu Qinglong was very puzzled.

……

Half a day later, a hundred miles to the west of Xuantian Demon Sect, Hell Valley.

"Hell Valley, listen up, I am the blood knife patriarch of the Xuantian Demon Sect's Sun Moon Hall deputy head, if you are sensible, get out and bow your head and beg for mercy, otherwise, you and the Tuzong will be wiped out."

Xuedao led Baoxiang, Shanyong, Shengdi and the other two spirit-transforming powerhouses to stand outside the gate of Hell Valley, followed by more than thirty Sun Moon Hall disciples.

Under normal circumstances, if only this few people came to attack a third-rate sect, it would be lighting a lantern in the toilet, courting death!

However, this Hell Gate belongs to the Demonic Dao Sect just like the Xuantian Demon Sect, and it suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Shenshenyuan.

The Blood Knife Patriarch knew about this situation, so he dared to make such an open and aboveboard clamor.

"Xuantian Demon Sect?"

"It's so courageous. The righteous forces didn't hit the door, but you came."

"The suzerain and the elders are all dead, they are half a catty, who is afraid of whom!"

Hu Yitong, the only remaining elder in the gate of hell, came out cursing.

He was almost scared to pee just now, thinking that the orthodox sect had killed him.

In the end, when he heard that it was the Xuantian Demon Sect, he couldn't help being extremely annoyed.

The same person who has fallen in the end of the world cooks beans and burns Osmunda.

Is this Xuantian Demon Sect out of its mind?

"You, are you the speaker of Nowhere in Hell?"

The blood knife patriarch looked at Hu Yitong contemptuously.

The little Hualing Seventh Heaven really didn't interest him.

"It's Elder Ben."

Hu Yitong said.

The high-level officials of the gate of hell are dead, and he is the only one who is left to manage the gate of hell.

"Okay, it's fine if you're the talker. I'll give you a minute, and Ma Liu will bring everyone at the gate of hell out to kneel and surrender."

"Otherwise, Tu Zong will destroy his family!"

The ancestor of the blood knife said fiercely.

"Bah, who are you scaring?"

"Come if you have the ability."

Hu Yitong was completely unaware that he was dancing wildly on the blade.

"Okay, okay, I haven't seen you so brave before!"

"Baoxiang, Shanyong, Shengdi, five of you, go transform into spirits, and destroy the gate of hell for me."

The ancestor of the blood knife was furious.

"Yes, old man."

Baoxiang, Shanyong, Shengdi and other five people rushed towards Hu Yitong without saying a word.

"Don't think I'm afraid of you because there are so many people."

Hu Yitong rolled up his sleeves and faced the five people's attack.

In his opinion, the Xuantian Demon Sect is the same as the Hell Gate, the high-level people are all dead.

These brats in front of them are definitely not high in cultivation.

To kill them, don't you just pinch them with your hands?

Puff... bang... ah...

Unfortunately, he was wrong.

As soon as they met each other, he screamed and flew back backwards, spitting blood and falling to the ground.

"Five spirits, how is this possible?"

Hu Yitong lay dying on the ground, and the vitality in his body was rapidly passing away.

To the end of his life, he wanted to understand what was going on.

The five great spirits led a group of Sun Moon Hall disciples into the gate of hell.

A bloody massacre begins.

……

at the same time.

Sanyang Palace, a hundred miles south of Xuantian Demon Sect.

Dongfang Bubai led seven Hualing subordinates and dozens of disciples to Sanyang Palace to confront Feng Siting, the owner of Sanyang Palace.

This Feng Siting is a genuine Dharma Aspect Eightfold Heaven powerhouse.

"Who are you, dare to come to my Sanyang Palace to play wild?"

Feng Siting asked sharply.

"That's right, you dare to come to my Sanyang Palace to be presumptuous, and you're tired of working, that woman, seeing how pretty you are, stay with me tonight tonight, I'm happy to serve you, I may consider forgiving you! "

Behind Feng Siting, the Eighth Elder of Sanyang Palace stared at Dongfang Bubai even more lewdly.

Hearing this, Feng Siting and the others were used to it.

The Eighth Elder is lustful, which is well known in Sanyang Palace.

"Ha ha."

Dongfang Bubai smiled strangely.

Originally, he planned to give Lao Shizi Sanyang Palace a chance to submit, but now it seems that it is unnecessary.

"why are you laughing?"

When Feng Siting saw Dongfang Bubai's smile, for some reason, an inexplicable chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the sky.

"Remember, the person who sent you to the underworld, Xuantian Demon Sect Sun Moon Hall, Dongfang Invincible!"

Dongfang Bubai's smile suddenly subsided, and his voice was like frost, echoing for ten miles.

"What do you mean?"

Feng Siting and others were all taken aback.

In an instant, Dongfang Bubai moved.

Tap your toes lightly, and the red clothes volley in the air.

A sharp meaning surged like a volcanic eruption, covering all directions.

"Not good, return to the strong one!"

Feng Siting's expression changed drastically, and he was so frightened that he was out of his wits.

He had seen this breath before, it was seen on Zhang Suibin, the head of the Qingcheng School of the Shangzong.

This is the 'meaning' of returning to one!

The good-looking woman in front of me is actually the strong one!

"Senior, if you have something to say, say it well, if you have something to say, say it well, my Sanyang Palace is a sect affiliated with the second-rate Qingcheng faction."

Feng Siting looked up at that figure, trembling, trying to persuade Dongfang Bubai in the name of Qingcheng faction.

However, Dongfang Bubai will be afraid of the Qingcheng faction?

Of course not, not only not, maybe at some point, she will call the door!

"die!"

Dongfang Bubai's red lips moved slightly, and Qianqian's jade hand suddenly swung out.

In an instant, needle lights appeared all over the sky, shooting towards Feng Siting and the others like rain.

"Do not……"

"Forgive me!"

"I don't want to die, senior, I was wrong!"

Facing the rain of needles that implying unity, everyone in Feng Siting shouted in horror.

Especially the Eighth Elder, who had already collapsed to the ground, dripping with feces and urine.

He didn't expect that the woman he wanted to sleep with was actually a super strong person in the unified realm.

If he had known earlier, he would not have dared to kill him!

Unfortunately, Dongfang Invincible was unmoved by everyone's begging for mercy.

The extremely powerful rain of needles fell, covering the entire Sanyang Palace.

The screams continued one after another, and lasted for a quarter of an hour.

After the rain of needles disappeared, Sanyang Palace was filled with blood and corpses were everywhere.

More than a thousand people, not a single one survived!

This is Dongfang Undefeated, and this is Guiyi's unrivaled power.

"Go, deal with it as soon as possible."

Dongfang Bubai remained expressionless.

"Yes."

Behind her, disciples of Xuantian Demon Sect scattered and rushed into Sanyang Palace.

……

To the east, the ghost fire sect and the demon sect.

"Submit, or die!"

Yu Huatian looked at the trembling ghost fire sect disciple in front of him, the coercion of the Dharma Aspect Nine Heavens on his body was extremely frightening.

"My ghost fire sect is willing to surrender."

The leader of the ghost fire faction trembled.

"Very good, present all the property of the ghost fire sect."

Yuhuatian said leisurely.

"Yes, the villain will go get it now."

The man scrambled and crawled to the treasure house of the ghost fire school, and after a while, he came back with a storage bag and handed it to Yuhuatian.

"Remember, this seat, the master of Xuantian Demon Sect's Spring Wind Hall, Yuhuatian!"

"By the way, remember to pay tribute on time in the future, and don't think about escaping. Trust me, no matter where you escape, I will find you."

"At that time, your life will be worse than death!"

"Go, next place."

Yuhuatian left a message and left.

The leader of the ghost fire faction collapsed on the ground.

Now, he was so scared that he didn't even have the courage to run away.