Rebirth of the Urban Cultivator

The sound of the sword was so powerful that the sword and the sword were so powerful that the sword and the sword appeared in the air.

Zhou Yi waved his hand and a few dozen ancient warriors holding swords and guns suddenly appeared in the air.

It seemed to be similar to the sound of Chen Miaoqing and Chen Miaozhen's guqin, but the energy condensed by the two women could only keep the soldiers in a phantom state. The figure Zhou Yi played had already condensed into a substance.

The heavenly soldiers and generals, who were like hungry wolves entering a flock of sheep, chopped and killed everywhere!

"Don't panic!" The fifth elder looked at the fleeing dragon disciples and was furious. He took a step forward and uttered the Taoist mantra. Invisible ripples spread around him.

Many armored soldiers in the void were defeated at once.

A glimmer of hope finally appeared on everyone's face.

Zhou Yi only glanced at this side, and continued to pluck the piano with his hands. The sharp sound of the piano, like an alarm, no longer attacked anyone, and all came towards the fifth elder.

More than three thousand turns of true essence were contained in the sharp sound.

The invisible magic sound formed an absolute musical vacuum, enveloping the fifth elder.

The fifth elder was caught off guard and hurriedly muttered something.

But it was too late.

"Bang!"

The fifth elder's body suddenly exploded into a ball of blood mist!

A master of magic who entered the Tao for the seventh level, under the full attack of this terrifying magic piano, was actually vulnerable and exploded into blood mist!

"Master!"

Wu Yingcai ran up crying, but there was nothing else except being drenched in blood mist.

"Ahhhhh!"

"He is a devil!"

Everyone looked at Zhou Yi again, as if they had seen a terrifying demon.

"Boom! Boom! Boom Boom!"

The sound enveloped the core area of ​​the Shenlong Sect. The weaker ones were foaming at the mouth, even spitting blood, and collapsed to the ground.

The strong ones were still struggling.

The elder's eyes were filled with despair. He could not believe that the Shenlong Sect, which was so big, could not defeat a young man.

The magic sound that enveloped the entire space was all-pervasive and indestructible!

The power of the top-level spiritual instrument was so terrifying!

If Zhou Yi's true essence had not turned for more than 3,000 times, and he could not exert the full power of the Yaochi Magic Harp, and if Zhou Yi had not completely killed the ordinary Shenlong people, these people would have become scum long ago.

"Why did the Shenlong Sect provoke this devil?" This was the thought in the hearts of many Shenlong disciples.

Sisters Chen Miaoqing and Chen Miaozhen looked at the seven-stringed ancient zither with broken strings in their hands with pale faces, and then looked at the charred ancient zither in Zhou Yi's hand that exuded supreme power, and felt a sense of submission in their hearts.

"Keng!" A heavy and distant bell sounded.

It blocked a lot of Zhou Yi's magic piano sound.

"Dong!" Another bell sounded, and the ancient desolate feeling rang back and forth.

"The ancient bell of Shenlong, the ancient bell of Shenlong is ringing!" The Shenlong Sect was in tears. For many years, this bell has not been ringing again. It will only ring when the Shenlong Sect is in a very critical situation!

The bell rang only twice, and the ancient bell exploded, and could no longer resist the attack of Xianyin.

The elder's expression suddenly became excited, but his eyes looked at the back mountain of Shenlong with expectation. He waved the long sword in his hand and roared: "Zhou Yi, today, this is your burial place."

"Since you don't surrender, there will be no Shenlong Sect from now on!" Zhou Yi said calmly, ready to completely destroy this place.

One punch is better than a hundred punches.

Since the Shenlong Sect came to kill him, he must bear his revenge.

Cause and effect, that's it!

After destroying the Shenlong Sect this time, other martial arts families and hidden sects will think twice before trying to kill him again, with the Shenlong Sect as a precedent.

At this moment, a grand and heavy voice came from the Shenlong Peak, which was thousands of meters away from the back mountain.

"Who dares to invade the Shenlong Sect!"

The voice was melodious and dull, and a faint pressure came from the air.

This voice was not deliberately shouted, but everyone present could hear it clearly, and even Zhou Yi's piano sound was temporarily suppressed.

"It's the voice of the master!" Many people suddenly saw the hope of life!

"Yes, the voice of the master!"

"Could it be that the master has come out of retreat?"

On the top of the dragon pillar that towered into the clouds at the back peak of Shenlong, a giant dragon soared into the sky, and its body dozens of meters long made the whole sky dark.

"Ahhhhhh, the old master has come out of retreat!" The Great Elder breathed a sigh of relief, and the Shenlong Sect finally saved its last bit of face.

The Third Elder couldn't help but burst into tears, slowly knelt down, prostrated on the ground, and held his hands up.

The sky trembled and said, "Yan Tianlei, the leader of the Shenlong Sect, welcomes the leader out of retreat!"

There was a rustling sound.

All the people of the Shenlong Sect knelt on the ground, their faces excited, looking at the leader Yue Shoudao sitting on the giant dragon in the distant sky with reverence, and shouted in unison, "Welcome the leader out of retreat!"

"You are all good. Even if there is only one person left in the Shenlong Sect, we will not surrender!" Yue Shoudao said lightly in the void.

"Get up, you have done enough. Next, it is time for me to protect you." Yue Shoudao's voice was full of supreme majesty.

Like a kind father comforting a naughty child.

Many people cried with emotion.

Zhou Yi also looked at the distant sky with a solemn face. The pressure of the Shenlong made Zhou Yi dazed for a moment. There are still Shenlongs on the earth in the Dharma Ending Age?

However, it was only a moment of trance, because the dragon in front of him was just a lifelike dragon mechanical puppet, but the residual soul of the ancient dragon inside the puppet made this puppet mechanical beast have supreme pressure.

Yue Shoudao sat cross-legged on the dragon head, and the huge dragon head stopped a few meters away from Zhou Yi.

Yue Shoudao's gray Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, and his three long beards fluttered slightly. He was filled with the aura of immortals and the spirit of immortals.

"My fellow Taoist, no matter what your reason is, you killed my Shenlong Sect disciples, today, you must die!"

"I will use your flesh and blood to sacrifice my Shenlong Sect disciples!" Yue Shoudao looked at the young Zhou Yi, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The young man in front of him was really shocking. He actually destroyed the Shenlong Sect with his own strength.

What kind of monster is this!

"Young man, what is your name? Which sect did you follow? Tell me your name. I, Ling Xiaozi, will not kill nameless people." Yue Shoudao was really afraid that Zhou Yi was the last disciple of some old demon of some hidden sect. How could there be a person among the casual cultivators who would hunt down the masters of a sect?

"Why not tell you? Zhou Yi, no sect, Taoist name Yi Tian! Once known as the Immortal Emperor Yi Tian." Zhou Yi said lightly. At this moment, he felt as if he had returned to the mainland of cultivation to fight against the ten great emperors.

"You are so arrogant, your death is coming!" Yue Shoudao was very angry. The young man in front of him was extremely arrogant!

Immortal Emperor Yi Tian?

How many people in this world can reach the Condensation Pill Realm, not to mention the higher realm of ethereal nothingness?

Immortal Emperor?

That is the title of the gods in the sky. Who dares to call himself the Immortal Emperor!