The sword was first divided into two, then turned into ten, and finally turned into thousands of flying swords.

The sword rain rushed into the crowd in the sky, like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, with the tragic cry of monks resounding everywhere.

The ancestor Beiming's hatred for the Qinglian Sect has penetrated into his bones, and of course he will not let them go now.

Puff puff puff!

There were constant muffled groans, and corpses fell to the ground.

After an hour, the courtyard finally became quiet.

The originally bustling branch party turned into a bloody Shura field.

Blood dripped from the sword of the Dinglong Sword, but it was a strange blood-red color. If it weren't for the support of the ancestor Beiming, the sword would have turned into a magic sword.

Lu Yu glanced around and the entire old house of the dealer was silent.

"Why did one fall down?" Suddenly, Lu Yu looked at a corner of the house.

There was a huge wooden barrel there, and it seemed to be a kitchen and other places around it, so the wooden barrel was very inconspicuous.

However, Lu Yu felt the breath of a person in it.

"Get out." Lu Yu shouted coldly.

A scream came from the barrel, but without waiting for him to reply, Lu Yu slapped it out with force and smashed the barrel directly.

A young man in white rolled out from it, which was Yang Ming, who had been in the limelight before.

"Senior, please spare me, please spare me!"

As soon as Yang Ming came out, he immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

After Lu Yu slapped the black snake guardian to death with a palm, Yang Ming decisively hid inside.

Although he obtained the divine light and his strength improved by leaps and bounds, even the Black Snake Guardian was no match for the man in front of him, let alone him.

So, he hid here, intending to escape.

"Give me aside, I will give you everything from my Yang family. You can do whatever you want." Yang Ming began to beg.

For himself, he can abandon anything.

What is home? Isn’t it just a bargaining chip in your hand?

Lu Yu didn't want to pay attention to such a person at all. He pointed his finger and prepared to take Yang Ming's life away.

"Leave it to me." At this moment, the ancestor Beiming suddenly spoke.

A hurricane-like vortex immediately emanated from the Dinglong Sword, swallowing Yang Ming in.

Soon, a layer of blood oozed out from the sword body of the Dinglong Sword. Yang Ming probably won't have any good ending.

The figure of the ancestor Beiming emerged from the Dinglong Sword.

His figure was a bit illusory, much weaker than before.

He once took over his body once, but his current state is similar to a ghost.

The most important thing for a living person to practice is to understand his thoughts. The reason why ghosts can be produced is that they still have an obsession after death, which is resentful and will not die.

If the obsession is over, the ancestor Beiming will probably completely disappear.

"You broke the sculpture of the Qinglian God and killed the guardian under his seat. According to his temper, you will never let you go. We need to speed up." The old ancestor Beiming's eyes were glowing with blood.

He had just shown great power and killed tens of thousands of monks. Now he still emitted a terrifying murderous aura on his body.

Following the ancestor Beiming, the two of them came to a library in the dealer.

After being occupied by the Qinglian Sect, all the martial arts in the library were emptied, and inside it was modified into a place that was different from the fighting arena.

As soon as I entered it, I smelled a solemn smell of blood.

I saw that there were many "people" standing here, but these people's eyes were dull, like wooden stakes, motionless.
Chapter completed!