The first waste material of all time

The Wuji Sword Sect has long been looking forward to the arrival of the Palace of Hell, but they did not expect that the Palace of Hell would be so grand.

However, they could also understand that if they came from the teleportation channel of the mountain gate, they would most likely be known by the six major sects.

Rumble!

Endless evil energy swept out from the cracks in space, and figures flew out from the cracks in space. They were Emperor Song and others.

As soon as they appeared, the whole space became heavy.

Zhao Yinyang thought of Yang Ming's words and immediately flew up, cupped his hands and said: "Emperor Song, you have been waiting for a long time, and today you actually came to visit my Wuji Sword Sect in person. It is a great honor to quickly dispel the Wuji Sword River Formation! "

hum!

With a roar, the river of swords that enveloped the Wuji Sword Sect turned into bursts of energy and slowly dissipated.

For a moment, Emperor Song was confused, and Tongshan Ghost and the other two deputy palace masters were also confused.

Before they took action, they discussed for several hours how to break through the Wuji Sword River Formation.

But now, the Wuji Sword Sect has actually taken the initiative to dismantle the sect-protecting formation!

There is a conspiracy!

There is definitely a conspiracy!

The Emperor of the Song Dynasty and the Western Zhou Dynasty investigated and wanted to know whether the Western Zhou Dynasty had hidden other formations.

However, no matter how I felt, I didn't feel it.

For a moment, he had some doubts in his heart, especially when he saw Zhao Yinyang and others smiling, he felt a little weak.

However, today he was here to rescue Prince Mo, so he couldn't care about that much anymore.

"on!"

Emperor Song waved his hand, and the Tongshan Ghost jumped up, his eyes were majestic, revealing a monstrous murderous intent.

"Old Yin Yang dog, do you really think we won't dare to kill you even if we set up a trap in the Wuji Sword Sect? You are looking for death!"

Tongshan Ghost shouted loudly, and the strength of the fifth and early stage of the fifth level of the Qiankun Realm burst out, and he rushed in front of Zhao Yinyang in an instant, and slapped out with a palm.

Pfft!

Zhao Yinyang didn't react at all. He was knocked down to the ground by a palm from the air, creating a deep pit with a look of pain on his face.

"What are you doing?"

Zhao Yinyang stood up and roared loudly.

He never expected that the other party would actually attack him first. Aren't they here to discuss a cooperative alliance and discuss plans to kill the six holy land sects?

Why did you suddenly attack him?

Moreover, the deputy palace master who attacked him had an angry look in his eyes, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

"What? What are you talking about?"

The Tongshan Ghost snorted coldly, his voice cold and biting: "You, the Wuji Sword Sect, actually captured our prince, your highness, and wanted to destroy our Palace of Hell. Today, our Palace of Hell is right here. You guys have to destroy one of us!"

"No need to talk nonsense, let's take action. I will be careful of the three ancestors of the Wuji Sword Sect. I will first kill Zhao Yinyang, and then massacre all the disciples of the Wuji Sword Sect!"

Emperor Song said coldly.

"Yes!"

Tongshan Ghost and the other two deputy hall masters all bowed their hands and rushed towards the bottom of the Wuji Sword Sect with a group of killers from the Palace of Hell.

Rumble!

An extremely fierce battle broke out within the Wuji Sword Sect.

At this time, all the masters of the Palace of Hell rushed into the Wuji Sword Sect. Even if they activated the Wuji Sword River Formation again, it would not help.

In just a few breaths, the disciples who came forward were slaughtered by the killers of the Palace of Hell, and every corner was dyed red with blood.

Ji Shaotian and a group of powerful men from the Wuji Sword Sect looked ugly and a little confused. Didn't the Palace of Hell promise them to unite, cooperate inside and outside, and kill the six holy land sects? Why attack them in turn?

Fortunately, the master of the Wuji Sword Sect was dispatched in time and was able to withstand the attack from the Palace of Hell, but many sages still suffered injuries of various sizes.

The two deputy palace masters from the Western Region of the Qiankun Realm besieged Zhao Yinyang together, making Zhao Yinyang very uncomfortable.

"Where is Yang Ming? Let him come out to see me, he lied to me, he lied to me!"

Zhao Yinyang roared again and again, his eyes filled with extremely angry sounds.

"Yang Ming? You still mention Yang Ming? Do you still dare to mention Yang Ming in front of me?"

"Don't talk nonsense with him. If it weren't for him, our palace master would have made a breakthrough long ago!"

.....

The two deputy palace masters were attacking crazily.

Zhao Yinyang burst out with a fierce attack, even sacrificing a sacred weapon, trying to resist for more than ten rounds, but finally couldn't resist it.

As the deputy sect master, Ji Shaotian had the strength of the Western Level of the Qiankun Realm. He was suppressed by the Tongshan Ghost and could not escape at all.

"What the hell did I do?"

Zhao Yinyang roared, his injuries becoming more and more serious, his eyes filled with confusion and despair.

Even though he had done nothing, the two deputy palace masters besieged him together as if they had a life-or-death feud with the people from the Palace of Hell.

Moreover, these two people obviously did not use all their strength, as if they were torturing him.

"Get out of the way and let me kill him!"

After the Tongshan Ghost defeated Ji Shaotian, he held a war sword in his hand. The war sword was covered with a layer of golden light, shining with sharp light, and appeared above Zhao Yinyang's head.

shhhhhhhh!

The long sword was waved repeatedly, and powerful sword lights flashed crazily, passing over Zhao Yinyang's body.

Then, blood lines appeared on Zhao Yinyang's body, and his body turned into eight pieces and fell from the sky.

Break it down!

Zhao Yinyang's head rolled to the ground, and the expression on his face was still confused and aggrieved.

He never figured out why the people from the Palace of Hell wanted to kill him.

"Master Yin Yang... is dead!"

"Master Yin Yang is dead!"

When many disciples saw this scene, their eyes showed fear and shock. Venerable Yin Yang, but a group of senior venerables in their Wuji Sword Sect, were now killed by the Palace of Hell under their eyes. .

"Emperor Song, is there any misunderstanding between us?"

Suddenly, an old man wearing moon-white robes appeared.

This old man has a strong aura, his hair is snow-white, but there are black spots between his eyebrows. His eyes are like torches. Under his gaze, except for the Emperor Song, everyone around him will feel great pressure.

"Dao Wuhen, is there any misunderstanding? Hand over Wu Tianqiong, otherwise, I don't mind letting your Wuji Sword Sect bleed like a river!"

Emperor Song stared at the old man and said coldly.

This old man is clearly the supreme leader of the Wuji Sword Sect and a strong man at the fifth level of the Qiankun Realm.

However, in front of the Song Emperor, Dao Wuhen was not enough. He could defeat him easily. The only ones he feared were the three hidden ancestors of the Wuji Sword Sect!

"Our Holy Son is not in the sect!"

Dao Wuhen said: "Besides, I believe there must be some misunderstanding between us!"

"Misunderstand?"

Emperor Song's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he jumped up. In his palm, a bloody light condensed and struck towards Dao Wuhen.

That bloody light penetrated the void, and was extremely powerful and terrifying.

Dao Wuhen's expression changed, and he suddenly raised the power of Qiankun to the extreme, but his arm was still hit by the bloody light, leaving a wound.

Moreover, the bloody light contained an astonishing evil spirit, which penetrated into his skin and began to slowly corrode.