Fantasy: When I encounter strength, I become stronger. My cultivation level has no upper limit.

"I'm not very capable, but I can slip away pretty fast." Ye Junlin curled his lips and said disdainfully.

Although there are only two fish that slipped through the net, it doesn't matter. Overall, it is quite satisfactory.

If there were a few more waves of the underworld army, there would really be no drop of the immortal power in his body.

After all, with a mere Celestial Immortal-level cultivation, forcibly activating the legendary Immortal Lord-level immortal weapon is really a waste of immortal power!

What's more, he also used one Qi to transform three pure things, and had to activate two more Immortal Lord-level immortal weapons. The pressure was actually quite high.

As for Ye Junlin's distress, if other immortals knew about it, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood!

Just kidding, if you can activate an Immortal Lord-level fairy weapon with your Celestial Immortal-level cultivation, you are already a monster-level existence.

And activating three Immortal Lord-level immortal weapons at the same time, this is probably not the ancestor of the monster!

Looking at that peerless figure, the monks were stunned and felt that their hearts could hardly bear it.

Good guy, those are hundreds of thousands of true immortals, and each one of them can stir up troubles in all directions in the Kunlun world.

As a result, Senior Ye was killed indiscriminately, killing as many as he came.

It’s really a rat biting a cow’s butt, rat food is awesome!

fierce, too fierce!

It’s hard to imagine that there is such a strong man in this world! !

Strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong!

After a brief silence, the crowd burst into earth-shattering cheers.

Because they knew that the Eastern Region had just experienced an unprecedented catastrophe! As the savior who saved the fourteen states of the Eastern Territory, he was naturally as dazzling as the sun, causing countless creatures to worship him and feel grateful.

"Hahaha, as you can see, my master's cultivation is astounding, and his strength is unfathomable! Let alone hundreds of thousands of immortals, so what if there are millions and tens of millions more?"

Li Wujie's face flushed with excitement, he patted his chest, and said proudly, and those who didn't know thought he had a share of the credit.

"Does this guy really have no bottleneck period?" Hong Qianye murmured with an incredible expression.

I thought it was going to be an extremely brutal battle, but I didn't expect it to end so quickly!

In his impression, all the powerful immortals were just beings who could be killed instantly with the snap of a finger. Isn't this too outrageous?

"Miss, it seems that we still seriously underestimated Ye Shangxian's strength before." Fan Dezheng from Taoist Sect said with emotion.

In the past, if any Taoist lineage produced an immortal, it would usher in a period of great power. Therefore, in the public mind, an immortal meant invincibility and was the top of the food chain in the world of cultivation. But now, this concept has been completely broken.

It turns out that the gap between immortals can be that big!

"Miss? Are you listening?" Seeing that the woman beside him didn't respond, Fan Dezheng looked over in confusion, and then looked strange.

At this moment, An Miaoyi was looking at him dreamily, her eyes were filled with the figure in black holding a sword, her heartbeat was beating like a deer's, and her breathing was rapid.

Facing such a domineering and invincible man, she really had no resistance.

"Miss, pay attention to your appearance, your saliva is almost drooling." Fan Dezheng reminded me depressedly.

An Miaoyi's face turned red, she quickly wiped her saliva, then clenched her pink fist and hammered Fan Dezheng's chest, and said angrily: "Uncle Fan, you are talking nonsense, how can I not!!"

Fan Dezheng almost suffered a cardiac arrest. He clutched his chest and stumbled back a few steps, his face full of doubts about life.

No, I just kindly remind you, and you hit me with your fist? I am your Uncle Fan!

I used to hold you when you were a baby! Have you forgotten all about it?

"Oh, Uncle Fan, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it just now..." An Miaoyi realized that she had made a mistake, and like a child who had done something wrong, she lowered her head and apologized quickly.

"Ahem," Fan De was covering his chest, his face gradually softened, and he said with a wry smile: "Miss, it's my fault. I shouldn't have said anything. You continue, continue."

With that said, Fan Dezheng turned around, leaving behind a lonely figure.

see.

An Miaoyi blames herself. She should learn to control herself.

Don't let any water flow...

Amid the cheers, Xue Wuhen suppressed the excitement in her heart and said in a respectful tone, "Senior Ye!"

"What are you doing~"

Ye Junlin raised his sword and turned around.

"Uh, um, on behalf of all the creatures in the Eastern Territory, I would like to express my heartfelt thanks to you!" immortal!"

"Well, as long as you are happy."

Ye Junlin put away his sword and stretched lazily, "The amount of activity today has seriously exceeded the standard. I'm going to lie down, and you can handle the rest by yourself."

After saying that, he flashed to the small island on Kunpeng's back. He leaned comfortably on the recliner and put on the eye mask skillfully. His expression was particularly peaceful and he began to fall asleep.

Life is very regular, and we maintain an ordinary person's schedule.

This scene fell into Xue Wuhen's eyes, with deep admiration in her eyes, "As expected of Senior Ye, this kind of state of returning to nature is something I cannot achieve."

Then, Xue Wuhen's eyes glanced at the Yuhua Gate, and his eyes became cold, as if he had returned to the cold image of the decisive and decisive swordsman in white.

"The Yuhua Sect is acting rebelliously and colluding with foreign races to persecute our compatriots. This crime is unforgivable. Starting today, we will eradicate them!!!"

The cold and ruthless voice was like a sentence pronounced by the gods, echoing in this ancient fairy gate that has been passed down for a long time.

After being ravaged by the aftermath of the battle, the Yuhua Gate was already riddled with holes and devastation, but there were still some people lingering. At this time, they were thinking about how to escape, but when they heard this voice, their eyes were full of deep despair.

"Do not……"

The next moment, sneers overflowed from the corners of the monks' lips, and they all took action to surround and suppress the remnants of the Yuhua Sect.

Screams and begging for mercy sounded one after another.

The mountains rumbled and collapsed, all buildings were destroyed, smoke billowed, and flames shot into the sky.

"How could my Yuhua Sect be like this? How could it be like this!?" In the ruins, an elder cried bitterly and regretted it too late.

"Fellow fellow Taoists, we are all non-sages and sages. Can you give us a chance? You will admit it even if you are tortured by thunder!" Some inner disciples were pleading, trying to get a chance to survive.

But no matter what they did, they could not escape the fate of being killed.

Normally, these elders and disciples of the Yuhua Sect would be considered to be top-notch strong men in the outside world, with a halo around their heads and many honors attached to them. But now, they have become like rats on the street, everyone shouts for beatings, and anyone who is caught will be punished. Kill and discuss.

It’s so sad that things are changing!

"Look, that's the Sutra Pavilion!"

"Let me go, there must be a lot of Taoism in it, first come, first served!"

"Come on!"

Many monks took this opportunity to rush into the Sutra Pavilion to search for techniques, their faces full of excitement.

After all, the Yuhua Sect has stood in the Eastern Region for countless years and has collected so many Taoist teachings. This is a huge temptation. Now that there is an opportunity to search, everyone is certainly not willing to let it go.

boom!

At this moment, a large ball of terrifying red flames fell, and the Sutra Pavilion instantly exploded on the spot. Fires were flying all over the sky, and countless jade scrolls containing Taoism were reduced to nothing.

Seeing the blazing sea of ​​fire in front of them, many monks who were full of interest were stunned.

A fire destroyed their dreams.

Who on earth is so crazy and crazy that he would do such an immoral thing that was struck by lightning!

"Fuck, who did this? Come out and fight!" A tall male monk went berserk and roared with bloodshot eyes.

"Haha, are you sure?" A voice that was half playful and half flirtatious sounded, and a red figure slowly landed in front of everyone.

"Hi~!!!"

The tall man gasped fiercely, as if a basin of ice water poured down on him, chilling him from head to toe.

Who is this?

Ye Shangxian’s most beloved disciple!

The tall man wanted to punch hard, but when he saw the person coming, he suddenly became submissive, with a cautious and flattering smile on his face.

"Hong, Fairy Hong, why do you want to burn this Sutra Pavilion? Wouldn't it be better to keep it to benefit future generations?"

Hong Qianye sneered, "There is no reason. If you burn it, you will burn it. Do you have any objections to me?"

"Ah this,"

The tall man was stunned, and then said with a smile: "The Red Fairy is really a sweetheart, I admire her."

"roll!"

Hong Qianye brushed down her sleeves and shouted back impatiently.

"okay!"

The tall man was so frightened that he turned around and ran away as if he had been granted amnesty.

Seeing this, the others also ducked away.

Slip away, can't be bothered.

"Yeah, a bunch of rabble." Hong Qianye said with disdain, then turned to look at the burning fire. The firelight reflected his flawless and beautiful face that made women all over the world jealous.

Those beautiful red phoenix eyes were full of excitement.

"Yes, that's how it feels!"

In the past, what he liked to do most in the Central Territory was to burn down a certain sect's Buddhist Scripture Pavilion, which would give him a sense of accomplishment in destroying other people's efforts. Now that he has picked up his old profession again, the familiar feeling has returned.

at this time.

In the ancient temple deep inside the Yuhua Gate, the tablet of the founder of the sect is enshrined. It is deserted and the atmosphere is full of solemnity and solemnity.

Bang!

The door was kicked to pieces.

Li Wujie stepped in with a long sword in hand and fiercely.

"Humph, I thought there was something here, but it turns out there is a piece of rotten wood enshrined there!" Li Wuzhe said in a disdainful tone as he looked at the top tablet without any awe.

Suddenly, he rubbed his chin with a wicked smile on his lips.

Regarding this tablet that symbolized the founder of the Yuhua Sect, Li Wujie had a bold idea at this time...