The "Fire Hell Ghost" floated towards Li Xiran, Xiong Yue'er and seven other people, but these people all stood there with calm faces, and no one chose to run away.
"Jie Jie!"
The evil ghost laughed, turned into a black wind, and instantly enveloped the seven people.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Yuanshan twirled his beard with his hand and said with a leisurely smile: "Yes, you juniors are aware that running away is useless. It saves me a lot of trouble."
Just when he was feeling triumphant, a shrill scream suddenly rang out from the black wind and ghost mist.
After hearing this, Xiao Yuanshan's expression suddenly changed!
Because the screams did not come from Li Xiran and others, but from... the Ghost of Fire Prison!
"how so?"
He suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and he pinched the magic formula with his right hand urgently, trying to disperse the ghost mist and recall the ghosts of the Fire Prison.
But at this moment, the ghost mist surged, and a black light shot out from it, heading straight for Xiao Yuanshan!
Xiao Yuanshan was caught off guard and only reacted when he was approached by this black light. He quickly made a magic spell and raised a black shield above his head.
Bang!
There was a loud noise in mid-air.
The shield tore into pieces, and a black vortex exploded above Xiao Yuanshan's head. Huge ghost energy surged out, crushing half of his head into powder!
"ah……"
Xiao Yuanshan screamed, the light suddenly appeared, and he quickly ran away backwards.
In an instant, he was thousands of feet away.
Everyone looked at it and saw that Xiao Yuanshan's head had been half destroyed, and the ghostly mist lingered around him, constantly devouring his flesh and blood, making it impossible for the body to recover.
Anyone with a sharp eye can see that this ghost mist is completely different from Xiao Yuanshan's ghost technique, and it is another person's masterpiece!
"Who? Who is secretly attacking me!"
Xiao Yuanshan was shocked and angry, and looked back.
I saw the black wind slowly dissipating. Li Xiran, Leng Kuangsheng, Xiong Yue'er and others were all unscathed. Instead, the aura of the Ghost of Fire was floating in the air, looking like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Beside the evil ghost, a woman in a black dress stood quietly.
This woman has a thin body, a pale face, and no blood. She is holding a black umbrella in broad daylight. She looks extremely weird!
What the Ghost Mansion practices is the way of evil spirits. As the head of the Ghost Mansion, how can he not see the truth from the truth?
Ghost cultivators have no realm, only strength. Judging from the posture of this woman's attack just now, her strength is definitely not weak!
Xiao Yuanshan looked cautious and asked: "Who are you? Why do you want to interfere in this matter?"
The woman in the black dress didn't speak, she just turned the black umbrella on her shoulder slightly.
The next moment, the Ghost of Flame Hell let out bursts of screams, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a pool of stinky blood. It was sucked into it by Black Umbrella, and its breath disappeared completely.
"you!"
Xiao Yuanshan was furious, but he had no choice but to say bitterly: "Where did you come from, this crazy woman, does she know what she is doing? The Wushuang Sword Sect has offended the public, how dare you go against all of us?"
He knew that he could not win against the opponent one on one, so the implication was that everyone should besiege the woman in the black dress.
Sure enough, Zuo Wu, Cui Yong, Han Baiquan and other leaders all fell from the air.
There are a total of eleven tribulation ancestors, and their auras are powerful enough to defeat any sect in Yunmeng Mountain except the Huanyu Sword Sect.
"Fellow Taoist, you are not a monk from Yunmeng Mountain, right? I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, otherwise you will get burned. Don't blame us for being ruthless!"
Zuo Wu's words were full of threats.
But the woman in the black dress had no expression on her face after hearing this, and said calmly: "You don't need to bark. The master is burning incense on the top of the mountain. After the ceremony is completed, it will be your death."
"Who are you talking about barking?"
Cui Yong had the most violent temper. He immediately jumped out of the crowd, with mana rushing around him, obviously planning to take action.
"Wait a minute."
Zuo Wu stopped him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked up and down at the woman in the black skirt for a moment.
"The 'master' you just mentioned is the master of the Wushuang Sword Sect?"
"certainly."
The woman in the black dress looked proud and said leisurely: "My name is 'Zhao Xunzhen', and I am here under the orders of my master to read you the rules of Yunmeng Mountain."
After everyone heard this, they couldn't help but frown, and their eyes showed surprise.
"Rules? What rules?" Xiao Yuanshan asked subconsciously.
"First, the wild areas of Yunmeng Mountain, such as Xuanfeng Valley, Heisha River, Tiandu Peak... and more than ten places, are all listed as public resources. They no longer belong to any sect, but are owned by all
Shared by monks from Yunmeng Mountain."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone's eyes widened with disbelief on their faces.
You know, the places she just mentioned are almost all controlled by major forces!
For example, Xuanfeng Valley, although it is not a sect resource of Feiyue Villa, if you want to enter the valley, you must pay spiritual stones to Feiyue Villa.
This is almost an established rule, and no one dares to question it.
"What a peerless swordsman, are you afraid that you are crazy? Are you still arrogant now because you are afraid that your death will not be miserable enough?" Ji Lingyun sneered.
Zhao Xunzhen ignored him and continued:
"Second, from now on, all the major sects in Yunmeng Mountain must unite as one and cannot attack each other, let alone kill innocent people indiscriminately. Anyone who violates the rules will be killed without mercy!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zuo Wu sneered: "What a loud tone! There are a total of one hundred and twenty-eight sects in Yunmeng Mountain, each with a long tradition, but I have never heard of anyone setting rules for everyone.
You Wushuang Sword Sect will never stop dying without saying anything shocking!"
After hearing this, Zhao Xunzhen remained expressionless and said calmly: "Yunmeng Mountain didn't have any rules before, but after our Wushuang Sword Sect arrives, we must have rules."
After saying that, he waved his sleeves and a huge map appeared in mid-air.
Everyone looked at it intently and found that this was actually a topographic map of Yunmeng Mountain, with the spheres of influence of each sect clearly marked on it.
However, there are only thirty-six sects on the map, such as Huanyu Sword Sect, Feiyue Villa, Ghost Mansion, Biguang Cave...such large sects are missing!
If you observe carefully, you will also find that 16 of the thirty-six sects are very large in scope, and these 16 sects are all the sects who came to congratulate you today.
"What does this mean?" Zuo Wu said with a gloomy face.
Zhao Xunzhen glanced at him and said with a smile: "This is the power distribution map drawn up by our Wushuang Sword Sect. From now on, each sect will divide its sphere of influence according to this map."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Yuanshan shouted: "Are you kidding? There are only thirty-six sects on the map, where is our Ghost Mansion?"
Zhao Xunzhen smiled slightly: "I think I have made it very clear. This is the power distribution map after Yunmeng Mountain. As for the sects that do not appear on the map, there is naturally no need for them to exist."
As soon as these words came out, the scene fell silent instantly.
The sixteen sects who came to congratulate were all silent at this time. The monks from each sect looked at each other, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.
As for the monks who came to ask questions, they all gritted their teeth at this moment, and their faces were extremely gloomy.
"Okay, what a peerless swordsman! Although I don't know where you get your confidence, but today, you will definitely die!" Zuo Wu said coldly.
Cui Yong, Han Baiquan and others also laughed angrily: "It turns out that we all misunderstood the Wushuang Sword Sect. They are not targeting the Huanyu Sword Sect, but are targeting all of us!"
"Hahaha! This is good. It saves us the trouble of making excuses. Now we can justifiably destroy the Wushuang Sword Sect!"
"Yes, after all, we are here to 'protect ourselves'!"
Cui Yong winked and emphasized the word "self-protection", causing the nearby monks to laugh.
But, while smiling, someone suddenly split into two halves...
Han Baiquan is nearby.
He was laughing happily when he suddenly saw Cui Yong's body parting in the middle without any warning, and both the left and right halves were laughing, but he didn't even notice it.
Han Baiquan thought he was dazzled, so he calmed down, took another look, and the smile gradually stiffened on his face.
"Brother Cui? What...what magical power is this?"
"ah?"
The two Cui Yong turned around at the same time, with bright smiles on their faces: "What's wrong, Brother Han?"
"You...are you an illusion or a clone?" Han Baiquan asked hesitantly.
"What illusion?"
Cui Yongyong didn't take it seriously and laughed: "Cui made a joke with everyone, what? Brother Han wants to make a joke with Cui too?"
After saying that, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
Because more and more people were looking at him, none of them smiled, their expressions were indescribably weird, as if they had seen an unbelievable scene.
"Huh? What's wrong with fellow Taoists? Why are you all here to see Mr. Cui? Is there something wrong with Mr. Cui's face?"
"Brother Cui, you..."
Xiao Yuanshan hesitated to speak, with obvious horror in his eyes.
Cui Yong gradually came to his senses, and the left half of his body looked to the right, and the right half of his body looked to the left.
When he saw the two of himself, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes were extremely frightened!
"I, I..."
Cui Yong's mouth opened, but he couldn't pronounce complete syllables.
The next moment, screams sounded in the air:
"ah!"
The shrill scream seemed to be some kind of mechanism. At the same time as the scream sounded, blood spurted out from the two broken bodies!
Blood sprayed out, dyeing the air red, like a torrential rain!
Such a strange scene made everyone around him become silent.
The masters of the Transformation Tribulation Realm, including Zuo Wu and Han Baiquan, all had their eyes widened at this time, with expressions of disbelief in their eyes.
"Dead?"
"Cui Yong... just died like that?"
Everyone reacted one after another and felt a chill behind them!
A Transformation Tribulation Realm monk, and a master who had survived one disaster and three disasters, was silently split in half...
He didn't even know how he died!
"hiss……"
Xiao Yuanshan took a breath of cold air and his body trembled uncontrollably.
He suddenly remembered the "master" in Zhao Xunzhen's mouth.
This ghost cultivator knocked off half of his own head by himself, so what kind of cultivation is her master?
Thinking of this, Xiao Yuanshan subconsciously looked in the direction of Zhao Xunzhen.
The next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank.
I saw a man appearing next to the ghost girl.
This man is wearing gray clothes, with a tall and straight figure, broad shoulders, and a pair of black eyes as light as water, but like the stars in the eternal night, deep and unpredictable...
Soon, all the heads noticed this person.
"You...who are you!" Zuo Wu said with a solemn expression.
The man in gray clothes smiled slightly: "Aren't you all going to kill me? Why don't we recognize each other at this time?"
"You are the head of the Wushuang Sword Sect!"
"certainly."
The man in gray clothes smiled and said: "Formal introduction, my name is 'Liang Yan'. What Zhao Xunzhen announced just now are the rules I have set for all the sects in Yunmeng Mountain."
After saying that, he moved his hand, and a true spirit appeared in the void and was photographed in front of him.
This true spirit is Cui Yong!
At the moment before his death, he used a secret technique to make the true spirit escape into the void, in an attempt to hide it from the sky.
But, how could such tricks fool Liang Yan?
"Sect Master Cui, you seemed to have said just now that you would kill our Wushuang Sword Sect, but not leave any of my disciples behind?" Liang Yan said with a half-smile but not a smile.
"No, no! That was a joke!"
The true spirit Xiaguang trembled wildly, and a frightened voice came out from it: "Misunderstandings, all misunderstandings! I, Biguangdong, once received Confucian teachings, how could I kill people all over the house at every turn?"
"Oh? Did I hear it wrong?" Liang Yan sneered.
"No, no, no! It's my fault, Sect Master Liang. I shouldn't have come to join in this fun. As long as you are willing to let me go, I am willing to lead all the monks in Biguang Cave to join the Wushuang Sword Sect. From now on, Sect Master Liang will be the only one who will follow suit!" Cui Yong
He begged for mercy in a flattering voice.
"It seems that Master Cui still has a short memory..." Liang Yan sighed: "Didn't I show you the map just now? There is no location of Biguang Cave on it."
After saying that, he rubbed his hands together, and Cui Yong's true spirit turned into smoke amidst the screams...
The leader of a generation, a master of the Tribulation Realm, just disappeared completely, leaving not even ashes behind!
The eyes of Zuo Wu, Xiao Yuanshan and others twitched wildly, and they involuntarily took a step back, their eyes full of horror.
After a moment, Zuo Wu took the lead to suppress the fear in his heart, and said with righteous indignation: "You... you are so unreasonable! How can I kill you just because you say kill me? That's the head of Biguang Cave!"
He was also fierce in appearance but weak in heart, trying to unite everyone and overwhelm Liang Yan with his momentum.
Liang Yan smiled slightly: "What? Are you being reasonable now? You were not like this before... Liang still likes your unruly appearance."
"you!"
Zuo Wu knew that he was mocking the Huanyu Sword Sect, and he didn't want to lose face in front of so many people.
"What a great Sect Leader Liang, you are indeed powerful! But we have ten masters of the Tribulation Realm here. If you can kill Cui Yong with a sneak attack, how can you kill all of us?"
As soon as these words came out, all the heads calmed down and came over one after another.
"Yes, swordsmen are good at attacking but not at defending. This person may have some weird sword skills and killed Cui Yong with a sneak attack. As long as we stand together, there is no way he can succeed!"
"Haha, after all, he has only survived the second disaster. If ten of us join forces, are we still afraid of him?"