Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

The leader of the Poye Xian sect, Yun Qianfeng, had his mentality broken.

At this moment, he rushed towards Jun Wuxie and Mo Qingli like an enraged lion.

"It seems you still haven't learned to reasonably assess your own strength."

Watching Yun Qianfeng charge over, Jun Wuxie stood with one hand behind his back and took a step forward.

With a boom,

the entire valley and the heavens and earth trembled violently.

A beam of scarlet light appeared out of nowhere, crashing down like a waterfall.

Yun Qianfeng's protective immortal aura shattered on the spot.

He was shocked, and secret techniques intertwined between the palms of his hands, and he suddenly struck upwards.

However, his secret technique had no effect at all and collapsed at the first touch.

The scarlet immortal light was too terrifying, like a great mountain pressing down on him, causing Yun Qianfeng's body to shake violently, his legs to bend, and he knelt on the ground with a bang.

Yun Qianfeng struggled with all his strength, trying to stand up, but he couldn't stand up no matter what, he only felt as if a mountain was pressing on him, too heavy.

Those surviving high-level members who came with him stared blankly at this scene, already frightened into a daze.

Soon, they recovered, their hearts and livers were torn apart, they screamed, turned around and ran, extremely embarrassed.

Jun Wuxie grabbed from the air, a faint dragon roar, a dragon claw condensed, and suddenly sucked them over from the air.

Immediately, the dragon claw disappeared, turning into Daoli, suppressing several high-level members on the ground.

No matter how they struggled, it was useless.

"You...you...who exactly are you? You can't be a rogue cultivator, how can a rogue cultivator be so strong!"

At this moment, the people of Poye Xian sect were extremely desperate.

They finally understood that they had provoked someone they couldn't afford to provoke.

Where was there any opportunity, these were simply two living King Yama!

They just couldn't understand why Yuan Chu was so powerful, yet he had to pretend to be tricked here.

Why did he waste so much energy with them?

With his strength, there was no need for this at all!

"What makes you think that rogue cultivators shouldn't have this strength?

There are thousands upon thousands of rogue cultivators in the world, and it is not uncommon for them to become overlords of a region.

You little cultivators, you should have been content to live in peace, but you had to have unrealistic fantasies.

Having dreams and pursuits is not wrong.

But you resort to unscrupulous means, using every trick in the book, and set your sights on me.

This is your fate, there is a cause, there must be an effect."

"We were wrong, Lord Yuan Chu, you are generous, forgive us once, give us a chance to reform, okay?

We guarantee that from now on, we will wash our hearts and reform, and repent every day for the wrong things we have done!

We only ask the Lord to be merciful and spare our lives, we don't want to die!"

The Poye leader and several high-level members cried bitterly, so frightened that their bodies went weak and their minds trembled.

How arrogant they were before, how cowardly they are now.

"Those who bring evil upon themselves cannot live."

Jun Wuxie's words announced their death sentence.

This voice was no different from the death magic sound from hell to the people of Poye Xian sect.

"No! Don't, don't kill us, don't!—"

The Poye leader's voice was very long.

He didn't die, but his whole body flew up, like a meteorite breaking through the air, and crashed into the entrance area of ​​the valley in an instant, shaking the ground with smoke and dust, breaking his bones and tendons, and coughing up blood.

He suffered heavy damage.

But this serious injury was not caused by the fall, but by the shock of Jun Wuxie's power at the moment of flying out.

Almost at the same time, the high-level members of Poye Xian sect flew up one after another, following in the footsteps of the Poye leader.

Jun Wuxie and Mo Qingli's figures flashed and came to the entrance of the valley.

Immediately afterwards, in their horrified eyes, they saw the corpses of the leaders of the various forces suddenly crawling up.

Such a strange scene made their faces pale and they almost screamed.

The bodies of those leaders were already broken, but at this time they suddenly crawled up, and then rushed towards the Poye leader and several high-level members.

The Poye leader and several high-level members suffered heavy injuries and were already unable to move. The immortal power in their bodies was difficult to condense, and they couldn't hide at all.

"Ah—"

Immediately, they all screamed.

After the corpses of those leaders rushed up, they pierced their heads with their hands and grabbed out their brains.

The leader and high-level members of Poye Xian sect fell down in a shrill scream, their heads covered in blood, their eyes wide open, and they died with grievances.

Jun Wuxie threw the Soul-Seizing Bell on the ground, and used the palms of the corpses of the leaders of the various forces to smash it to pieces, leaving a large number of palm prints on it, causing cracks to spread all over it, and the Daoli all collapsed.

"The forces from outside are probably almost here."

Mo Qingli looked at Jun Wuxie after he finished all this and said softly.

"We're going back to the valley."

After Jun Wuxie finished speaking, his body flickered a few times and he returned to the side of the courtyard deep in the valley.

He and Mo Qingli fell to the ground, leaning against the stone bench, pretending to be weak, with pale faces, looking like they were completely detached.

Before long, someone really arrived.

It wasn't someone from Jinyun Xian sect, but someone from other forces outside Baisha Ancient Town.

As soon as this group of people arrived at Poye Xian sect, they looked at the dead silence inside, smelled the bloody smell coming from inside, and couldn't help but feel heavy in their hearts.

"Oops, we may be late!"

"Quick, go inside and take a look!"

This group of people streaked across the sky like streamers, entered Poye Xian sect, and saw many corpses and blood all over the ground.

"This Poye Xian sect, how can it have such ability?"

Such a scene shocked them.

Poye Xian sect was besieged by several forces of the same level, and it was able to kill all the opponents!

"No, there are special auras remaining on these corpses.

Judging from the corpses, they seem to have been smashed to death by some kind of object.

This Poye Xian sect should have some kind of magic weapon that is more terrifying to forces of this level."

"Yuan Chu and Su Qingqian are not seen in this area!

Let's go inside and take a look!"

They looked towards the deepest part, where there were traces of a great battle.

When they landed at the entrance of the valley, they stared at the scene on the ground for a long time.

"Did they end up perishing together?"

"It seems to be this magic weapon, its aura is exactly the same as the aura remaining on those corpses."

"This is a mid-grade artifact of the second rank of the Celestial God.

Although the grade is not high, it seems to have a suppressive effect on the soul.

No wonder the Poye leader was able to use this to perish together with the leaders of several forces of the same level!"

"Let's go into the valley and take a look, there are life fluctuations inside!"

A group of people rushed into the valley one after another, and soon saw two figures in the deepest part of the valley.

It was a man and a woman, both with pale faces, sitting on the ground, their eyes a little scattered, looking very weak.

"It's Yuan Chu and Su Qingqian!"

Their hanging hearts were put down and smiles appeared on their faces.

Fortunately, Yuan Chu and Su Qingqian are alive.

In this way, their sect may have the opportunity to obtain an opportunity because of this.

"Two fellow Daoists, you must be Yuan Chu and Su Qingqian.

Don't be afraid, we have no malice.

Why are you so weak?"

One person stepped forward to look at them.

"It's that...it's that black bell...

Yun Qianfeng wanted to use it...use it to control our souls...we almost didn't hold on...Fortunately, Yun Qianfeng encountered trouble...we were able to escape..."

Jun Wuxie's words were intermittent, stopping several times in one sentence, and the voice was very low. If it weren't for the keen hearing of cultivators, it would be difficult to hear clearly.

"Damn it! Yun Qianfeng is really vicious. He actually used such an evil magic weapon to do such evil things. It is really contemptible!"

"Two fellow Daoists, don't worry, Yun Qianfeng is dead. You must have heard the commotion in the valley.

We have some soul-nourishing pills here. If you take them, you can recover a lot, at least you won't be so weak.

Then, we will take you away from this place and go back to Baisha Ancient Town.

You can recuperate well in the town."

"This..."

Jun Wuxie pretended to be a little hesitant.

"Don't worry, we absolutely have no malice towards you.

When we arrived at Baisha Ancient Town, we knew that the various forces had come to Poye Xian sect. We were worried that you and Fairy Su would be in danger, so we rushed here in a hurry.

Of course, we are helping you because we want you to say a few good words in front of those adults in Jinyun Xian sect in the future if you have the opportunity."

"Jinyun Xian sect, isn't that the top existence in our Yu Prefecture?

We two little rogue cultivators, it will be difficult for us to establish a relationship with Jinyun Xian sect in this life. How can we say good things for you?"

"Hahaha, this is not true.

Your opportunity has arrived, and I believe the adults of Jinyun Xian sect will arrive at Baisha Ancient Town soon.

At that time, they will definitely come to you.

You are about to soar, and from then on you will embark on a new path in life.

To be honest, we are very envious of you two fellow Daoists.

That is Jinyun Xian sect, even if you go in to be a handyman disciple, that status and status cannot be compared to the high-level members of small and medium forces."

Jun Wuxie was stunned. He thought for a few breaths, and said uncertainly: "Jinyun Xian sect is also interested in Dafenbao?"

"Hey, old brother, you've finally reacted.

I said, your reaction arc is a bit too long."

This person has already started calling him brother.

This person looks about forty years old, but in fact, of course, he is more than that.

He is an elder of a medium-sized force, Minghu Xian sect, a peak powerhouse in the Immortal Realm.

"Old brother, you, put your heart in your stomach."

This elder looked at his expression, as if he was very worried, and smiled: "Jinyun Xian sect is a top Dao lineage, and its behavior is not like a small sect like Poye Xian sect.

They won't do anything to you.

This is an opportunity that others can't ask for.

You two may have the opportunity to become official disciples of Jinyun Xian sect.

However, everything will depend on your own good fortune.

After all, the Jinyun Immortal Sect's recruitment of disciples is very strict.

Although you will likely be directly brought into the sect because of the Great Tomb Fortress, your status will probably not allow you to directly become formal disciples.

Alas, in the past, you were rogue cultivators, walking on thin ice, and your cultivation was difficult.

In the future, with the Jinyun Immortal Sect as your backing, you can be said to have risen to the heavens in a single step, becoming people above people.

This old brother is truly envious, jealous, and hateful, you know?

In the future, when this little brother soars to prominence, don't forget to say a few good words for this old brother.

Oh, that's right, I haven't introduced myself yet.

This old brother comes from the Bright Lake Immortal Gate, one of the many medium-sized immortal gates in the western territory of Yu Province.

This old brother's surname is Bao, and everyone calls this old brother Big-Mouth Bao.

Little brother Yuan Chu, you can also call this old brother that in the future.

After Big-Mouth Bao finished speaking, he patted Jun Wuxie's shoulder and grinned.

"Old Brother Bao, your mouth isn't that big."

"This old brother's mouth isn't big, but he talks a lot. I can't change this habit."

Big-Mouth Bao laughed heartily. At this time, he saw that Jun Wuxie and Mo Qingli's expressions seemed much better than before. "Little brother Yuan Chu, I see that you are both better. Let's go now.

Staying in this broken place is unlucky."

"Alright, I already don't want to stay here."

Jun Wuxie pulled Mo Qingli up. His body swayed slightly, and he smiled wryly, "I'm afraid it will take several days to recover. That black bell is truly terrifying..."

"Of course, for someone of little brother's realm, it is extremely terrifying!

Even several sect leaders died here because of that black bell, perishing together with Yun Qianfeng.

It's already very amazing that little brother and Fairy Su were able to withstand it.

Fortunately, you were trapped in the Great Tomb Fortress for ten thousand years, honing a will that far exceeds those of the same realm, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable."

After Big-Mouth Bao finished speaking, he took out a celestial boat magic weapon.

The palm-sized celestial boat grew in the wind, becoming like a warship.

Big-Mouth Bao took Jun Wuxie and Mo Qingli aboard the celestial boat, riding the wind and breaking through the clouds.