Destroy my Dantian and take away my holy body? I'll kill you all over the house

"Ancestor, you just left like this? Wasn't Wanyumen destroyed in vain?"

When He Jie saw an old man and a young man patting their butts and about to leave, He Jie quickly grabbed the old man, unwilling to do so.

He has been planning for this moment for decades. It has always been He Jie's long-cherished wish to sweep the Tianxiu Kingdom across the world and unify the Phantom Continent.

The white-haired old man glanced at the dandy boy, thought for a moment, and then said: "A good man will not suffer the loss in front of him. Even the Ten Thousand Demons Killing Formation has been broken. What else can we do?"

"But……"

"Jie'er, no need to say more!"

The white-haired old man interrupted He Jie and followed behind the dandy boy.

"Ancestor, I am already riding a tiger this time, and there is no way out!"

Seeing the white-haired old man leaving, He Jie gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

In the early years, Tianxiu Kingdom was not strong enough. Even in one-on-one situations, it was no match for Yue Xun Kingdom and Feng Yin Kingdom, let alone one versus three.

But recently, three strong reinforcements have finally come to the fairy world. He Jie's dream of unifying the world is about to become a reality. How can he just give up?

This handsomely dressed young man is the young master of Qingyuan Sect in the Immortal World, Meng Xiaotian.

The white-haired old man is He Yuanshan, the dean of Lingshan under the Qingyuan Sect. He Yuanshan is the grandfather of He Jie, the emperor of the Tianxiu Kingdom. Before his ascension, he was also an emperor of the Tianxiu Kingdom. When choosing the prince, he saw that his personality matched his own. He Jie was almost young, so he named He Jie's father the prince. Later, He Yuanshan ascended to the throne and was recruited by the Qingyuan Sect. He Jie's father ascended the throne and He Shang ascended the throne. After his death, he was passed on to He Jie.

Therefore, in He Jie's memory, the appearance of his grandfather He Yuanshan was very clear and kind.

He Yuanshan has become the elder of the Qingyuan Sect and a confidant around the young master Meng Xiaotian. The humerus ministers who assist him, the old and the young, are almost inseparable.

It was hard for He Jie to accept that the once supreme imperial grandfather had become a vassal of others.

Seeing that the Ten Thousand Demons Killing Formation was broken by Yun Qian and Xuanyuan Hui's "Xiao Curse Combined Attack", and Meng Xiaotian and He Yuanshan escaped, He Jie refused to let it go, nor could he let it go.

If these six people are allowed to go back, Yue Xun Kingdom, Feng Yin Kingdom and Cang Ming Kingdom will definitely attack the territory with large armies, and annex and carve up Tianxiu Kingdom on the pretext of avenging the twelve sects.

So He Jie had already fired his bow and had no intention of turning back.

Tens of thousands of monsters were almost all wiped out in less than half an hour under the combined attack of the flute curse.

With the assistance of Xiaoyin, Xuanyuan Hui effortlessly fired more than ten Nine Heavens Divine Thunder. With each blast of Divine Thunder, hundreds of monsters were turned into ashes.

The mountain forest near Wanyu Gate was riddled with holes and was in a mess, destroyed by monsters and divine thunder.

"Amazing!"

Liang Shushen couldn't help but take a long breath, her face full of shock.

Both Po Jun and Xiao Kaishan couldn't close their mouths, secretly marveling at the terrifying strength of Xuanyuan Hui's innate master and the power of the Nine Heavens Thunder Curse.

Only Rong Zheng curled his lips in disapproval.

Zhao Yi behind him also looked calm and not surprised.

"If Hu Luo Ping Yang hadn't been restricted by the Forbidden Immortal Barrier, there would have been tens of thousands of monsters, and it was just a matter of me moving my fingers!"

Rong Zheng raised his palm and made a grabbing motion with his five fingers in front of him.

In his eyes, Xuanyuan Hui is as dazzling as it is dazzling.

Especially the way Yun Qian played the piano and the harp with him made his chest feel clogged.

"These demon corpses will not attack us for no reason. There must be someone behind it. We cannot take it lightly!"

Yun Qian didn't notice Rong Zheng's dissatisfaction and looked around with a wary expression.

"He Yiming, He Renjie and Tian Qingge are all dead, and Dugu Xuan has disappeared. If the man behind the scenes doesn't come out on his own, it will be difficult for us to find him!"

Xuanyuan Hui analyzed.

Yun Qian nodded, looked towards the ruins of Wanyu Gate, and waved to everyone: "Go over there and have a look, maybe there are still survivors!"

Tens of thousands of monsters destroyed the Wanyu Gate to the point where there were almost no intact walls, and only a few scattered attics were still standing there intact.

The six people entered Wanyu Gate and walked among the broken bricks and tiles.

Wanyumen can also be regarded as a thousand-year-old temple.

Located deep in Shiwanda Mountain, it is full of mystery.

Once it was destroyed, it was extremely sad.

Yun Qian's eyes wandered among the rubble, but a sense of sadness arose in his mind about the changes in the world and the vicissitudes of life.

Who set up this sect conference? How many conspiracies are there? Who is behind the scenes?

Dugu Xuan?

Maybe she was the initiator, but others must have been pushing along and trying their best to promote it.

While the six of them were searching for clues, they suddenly heard the laughter of "hahahahaha" coming from a tall building ten feet away.

Looking up, I saw a figure standing in the top floor window of a small, intact attic.

"You are the ones seeking your own death, so don't blame me for being cruel!"

The voice of the man in the attic sounded wildly.

Just when the six people discovered something and were surprised, there was a rumble, smoke and dust flying everywhere, and the entire Wanyu Gate was shaking.

The ground suddenly became empty, sinking the six people together with the bricks and tiles on the ground.

Yun Qian felt weightless under his feet, like when he was crossing a single-plank bridge, the bridge broke and he fell.

"Everyone, be careful, there is lava below!"

As she fell, a wave of heat surged out. Yun Qian's face was flushed red by the red magma rising from the ground. She was shocked and exclaimed in an urgent voice.

The faces of Rong Zheng and others also changed. They hurriedly hung on the edge of the pit, looking at the bubbling and steaming magma below. They were speechless for a moment.

Wanyu Gate suddenly collapsed, and the thousand-year-old temple covering an area of ​​1,000 acres turned into a huge fire pit in the blink of an eye.

No one could have imagined that Wanyu Gate would be built on top of an active volcano. If the volcano erupted, Wanyu Gate would be burned to coke by flames at any time.

Above the big pit, a figure stood.

He was a man with black hair and a mustache, about fifty years old, with a majestic look and a tall stature, but his eyes shone with ambition and viciousness.

"You six are really lucky. All twelve sects are about to be wiped out. You are still alive now, so you are quite capable!"

The mustache looked at the six people condescendingly, with a mocking expression on his face.

"Little old man, how dare you plot against me? I will make you regret being born in this world!"

Rong Zheng couldn't stand the arrogant look on his face. He slapped the stone wall with his right hand and used the force to fly into the sky and pounce on the mustache above.

With a "pop" sound, Rong Zheng's head hit the invisible air shield firmly, and was bounced away towards the magma below.

"Rong Zheng, catch it!"

Yun Qian's voice sounded urgently.

The Wanhua Bow in her hand suddenly turned into a whip and swung it towards Rong Zheng.

As soon as Rong Zheng touched the whip, he was caught by it. He swung upwards and his feet landed on the flying sword at Yun Qian's feet.

Yun Qian became more and more proficient in the spirit sword technique, wielding a sword in the air and driving on the road with ease.

Even if you stand alone, you can still bear it.