People in the demon sect were trembling.

You call this the Divine Sword and Thunder Control Technique? When the Qingyun Sect activates the Divine Sword and Thunder Control True Technique, you still have to fight on foot and recite spells orally. It makes sense that you just stretch out your hand and shout whatever you want.

Well, is Tiandao your son?

Furthermore, the Divine Sword and Thunder Control Technique, Divine Sword, where is your sword!

People in the Demon Sect don't know something. Although Tiandao is not Yang Gui's son, Tiandao is a capibala. It will not refuse almost anything. Even if Yang Gui wants to ride on it, it will just lie on it.

Then say "hmm".

With Yang Gui's level of cultivation and his ability to communicate with heaven, let alone attract thunder or rain, in Journey to the West, he would be as good as a national master.

There's just one thing, it can't be compared to beheading a monkey.

Under the guidance of Yang Gui, the plasma all over the sky converged into a solid thunderball composed entirely of thunder and lightning. The electric light on the thunderball flowed down, forming a lightning portal below.

"Come on, everyone, line up and go over one by one. I don't care what bad things you have done. I don't care if the fighting affects ordinary people. But if you intentionally torture and kill ordinary people, you will die if you pass this door."

Yang Gui stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture.

"Poison God, what should we do?" Fairy Yuehua asked in a low voice, looking at the thunderball in the sky with fear.

Qiu Wangyu was overjoyed after hearing Wudang's idea, "It's bad, of course it's bad."

"Brothers, I must advise you again. You have already thought about this matter deeply."

Seeing Qiu Wangyu's decisive words, everyone knew what to do, but the voices of peace finally stopped.

"Damn it, Kame Sennin!"

"oh!"

Wudang clapped his hands and asked Tian Chengzi to speak.

Wudang said first, and actually said that he was going up. In fact, every small sect of the Demon Cult has its own way of cultivation, its own name for defining strength, and no way to unify it.

"Shenjian Yu, your leader is dead!" Yang Gui also deliberately picked up Qiu Wangyu's crotch and shook it behind Hua Lun's eyes, "It's all broken into two halves!"

What you have to do is not to standardize or quantify everything. You should finely divide the stages of learning so that you can be targeted and adapt to individual conditions."

It is true that we are used to being young and we are willing to have no leader under our heads, but what can be admitted is that under the leadership of Qiu Wangyu, the Demon Cult is indeed twisted into a rope and can be used in one place, let alone hundreds of years.

The chaotic situation, even when old man Bai Xin was the leader, was not as grand.

The next day.

Yang Gui looked puzzled: "Is he still young? He is still two hundred years old."

"You know," Wudang nodded, "can you go back to the Wilderness Temple and put it together for me?"

We know that Hualun's strength is very weak. Looking at that scene, some people would believe that a bolt of lightning from Wudang could kill us. But in our imagination, it was just a burnt white carbonized corpse. How could we have imagined that it could kill us?

, it was actually hacked directly by someone.

"Xiao Jiahao, you are Lei Zhen Patriarch Tian Chengzi. In the next month, you and Wudang will give Xiao Jia a basic lecture at the Wilderness Temple so that Xiao Jia can better integrate into the future Lei Zhen Sect.

among the courses.”

Qiu Wangyu pressed his hands up, suppressing An Ming's voice, and then said: "Before this time, you will step down as the leader and join the Hualun Sect as a handyman who is in line with the seniority. Brothers.

, how the holy religion takes these days depends on themselves."

Firstly, Qiu Wangyu's strength is even stronger than when we first entered the Zhuxian world, and Hualun's strength back then was far from what it is now. What's more, now that we are in the human world with abundant spiritual energy, it is very different from the good environment of the Shura world.

Different places.

Resurrection from the dead is indeed something unimaginable to practitioners in the Zhuxian world.

"In addition, the current division of strength in the cultivation world is too messy and complicated. For example, Qiu Wangyu's realm is called Taiqing in Qingyun Sect, Yuyang in Fenxiang Valley, Prajna in Fenxiang Valley, and in their demon sect, well

…There are very few names.”

Many of the demon sect leaders who were watching around had regrets in their eyes.

Hua Lun and Hua Lun Qi took the lead and flew towards the Wilderness Temple with everyone from the Demon Cult.

Wudang waved his hand and shot out a stream of true energy.

The Poison God looked at Fairy Yuehua with a look that looked like a weakling. This grenade was more terrifying than the one Tian Chengzi used with the Immortal Killing Sword on Qingyun Mountain. "Listen to him and leave!"

"Okay, let's have a meeting first. After the meeting, he will burn me." Wudang waved his hand and ordered: "He and Bai Hu will put Qiu Wangyu together first."

The seven little saints couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

Extensive teaching content, outdated teaching experience, and primitive teacher-apprentice teaching model all make Xiaojia's practice get twice the result with half the effort. As a result, after practicing for hundreds of years, the results are still as good as those of a genius who has practiced for more than ten or seventy years.

"Brothers, you will chair today's internal church meeting!"

Qiu Wangyu appeared behind the Wilderness Temple.

Like a bird struck by low-voltage electricity, its body remains.

Even the Ghost King, Poison God, and Yuehua Fairy all looked surprised and regretful.

After hearing this, Yang Gui and Bai Hu could only put Qiu Wangyu's body together with confusion, aligning the bottom and top.

"Kite Immortal, are you... really a god?"

Immortality is achievable, let alone resurrection.

Yang Gui was about to speak but stopped, looking at the two corpses of Qiu Wangyu next to him.

The speed of those two people was comparable to that of the group of injured soldiers later. Even if they were flying with a group of people, they could reach the Savage Temple in two days.

Everyone in the Demon Cult discussed it for a long time and came up with the reason. They could only come to one conclusion: "Be wary of the tendency of Alzheimer's disease to worsen with age."

"resurrection!"

The people who can gather with His Highness at this moment are all from the lower echelons of the Demon Sect and are profound practitioners. But the way we look at Hualun at this moment is no different from how special people look at us.

"Are they all dead?" Qiu Wangyu was still confused, "Our holy religion has really wiped out all the people, is it the Qingyun Sect? They will always offend Lei Zhen, right? We should have stopped them from attacking Cheng He and others.

, not to listen!”

Qiu Wangyu sighed. Sure enough, the exchange and study of the Demon Cult is very unnecessary. They all start from the end of Lei Zhen's first year of university, and he first learns to read and read.

The reaction of the congregation was exactly the same as that of the lords yesterday.

But the psycho with a turtle shell behind his eyes clearly did it.

Wudang and Tianchengzi also disturbed me and went to the side hall to wait.

Everyone was frightened and walked even slower.

After Wudang stepped off the stage, Luck raised his voice and said loudly: "Everyone, do you know why you Hualun disciples can be so weak after seventeen years? The fundamental reason is that the past practice methods of practitioners in the vast land of China,

It's really too rough.

The leader died, and we were able to work independently and act as top leaders. Now that the leader is resurrected, we can still continue to be the leader's eldest brother.

"Thank you Shenjian Yu for saving your life." Qiu Wangyu bowed to Wudang.

Although Wudang has always behaved like a lunatic, Xiaojia only questioned my way of doing things, but what I said today is really not weird at all.

"boom!"

Definitely not seven, but eight people with the same strength as Qiu Wangyu surrounded him. Even though Hua Lunqi was holding the Zhuxian Sword, only one of them died of exhaustion.

It's just resurrecting Qiu Wangyu, Wudang is serious about it. It's about the same difficulty as resurrecting Hua Lunqi.

Only the Seven Little Holy Envoys, who had not witnessed the whole process, understood in their hearts that Hua Lun spoke with difficulty: "It is true that he died, and it was Hua Lunqi who resurrected him."

When the first person struck to death by lightning appeared, everyone in the Demon Cult was so frightened that they almost jumped.

Because Tian Chengzi spoke less than Wudang Badai: the two real people Lei Zhen preached in person, which was an opportunity that those of us special demon sect members will never get in their lifetime.

"Let's go, Savage Temple, you and Qiu Wangyu will be in charge of the exchange and study between the Demon Cult and Lei Zhen."

"What should I do, fight with him?"

The seven words "immortality" run through the path of all practitioners in the vast land of Zhuxian World. Even Qingye Zhenren, who has been recognized as the lowest cultivation level throughout the ages, only lived 170 years old, which is longer than some people.

The old monster is not even what he is yet.

"blow!"

Hearing the exclamations of the Seven Little Holy Envoys, the small lords nearby also rushed back quickly, only to see a broken Qiu Wangyu standing up from the ground.

"Next, let me welcome Lei Zhenren Zhang, and Divine Sword Master will say a few words!"

Qiu Wangyu knew that the phrase "I'll come to you during breaks" has recently become a special declaration for eternal farewell in the vast land of China.

It must be said that Qiu Wangyu's rectification of the Demon Sect was indeed wrong. Not nearly 10% of the people passed through the electric light gate safely. The remaining people were directly chopped into flying ash and green smoke in a burst of "crackling" explosions.

.

Wudang patted the dust of existence under his hands, stood up and said.

"Besides, our holy sect has weakened communication with Lei Zhen a few days ago, so you will stay in the Hualun sect. If any brother wants to see you, I can't come to see you during the break between classes in Hualun!

"

The Poison God is a little older than the Ghost King, but still a few years older. "Fuck it, you already have dementia, how can you be dementia?"
To be continued...