The sword first split into two, then split into ten, and finally turned into thousands of flying swords.
The rain of swords from the sky rushed into the crowd, like a wolf rushing into a flock of sheep, and the monks' miserable cries resounded everywhere.
Patriarch Beiming's hatred for the Qinglian Sect has penetrated deep into his bones, and of course he will not let them go now.
Puff puff!
There were constant groaning sounds, and corpses fell to the ground one after another.
After a full hour, the house finally became quiet.
The originally bustling helm party had completely turned into a bloody Shura field.
The sword of Dinglong Sword is not dripping with blood, but it has a strange blood-red color. If it were not for the support of Beiming Ancestor, I am afraid that this sword would have turned into a demon sword.
Lu Yu glanced around and saw that the entire Zhuang family's old house was completely silent.
"Why is there still one missing?" Suddenly, Lu Yu looked at a corner of the house.
There was a huge wooden barrel placed there, and the surrounding area seemed to be a kitchen or the like, so the barrel was very inconspicuous.
However, Lu Yu sensed the human aura in it.
"Get out." Lu Yu shouted coldly.
An exclamation came from the barrel, but before he could reply, Lu Yu shot out with great force, smashing the barrel into pieces.
A young man in white rolled out from inside, it was Yang Ming who had been in the limelight before.
"Senior, have mercy on me, senior, have mercy on me!"
As soon as Yang Ming came out, he immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
After Lu Yu slapped the black snake protector to death, Yang Ming decisively hid inside.
Although he has obtained the divine light and his strength has increased rapidly, even the Black Snake Protector is no match for the man in front of him, let alone him.
So, he hid here, hoping to escape.
"Spare me, I will give you everything in my Yang family. You can have whatever you want." Yang Ming began to beg hard.
For himself, he can abandon anything.
What is home, but the chips in your hand?
Lu Yu didn't want to pay attention to this kind of person at all, and was ready to take away Yang Ming's life with a few clicks of his finger.
"Leave it to me." At this moment, Patriarch Beiming suddenly spoke.
A hurricane-like vortex immediately emitted from the Dinglong Sword, swallowing Yang Ming's entire body.
Soon, a layer of blood seeped out from the blade of the Dinglong Sword. That Yang Ming probably wouldn't end well either.
The figure of Beiming Ancestor emerged from the Dinglong Sword.
His figure was a bit illusory, and he was much weaker than before.
He had his body taken away once, and his current state is almost like that of a ghost.
If a living person wants to practice cultivation, the most important thing is to have clear thoughts. The reason why ghosts can arise is because people still have obsessions and resentments after death.
If the obsession is ended, the ancestor of Beiming will probably disappear completely.
"You broke the sculpture of the Green Lotus God and killed his protector. According to his temper, he will never let you go. We have to speed up." The eyes of Beiming Ancestor were filled with blood.
He had just unleashed his divine power and killed tens of thousands of monks, and now his body was still faintly exuding a terrifying murderous aura.
Following Patriarch Beiming, the two came to a library in the banker's house.
After this place was occupied by the Green Lotus Sect, all the exercises in the library were emptied out, and the inside was modified into a place that was different from the fighting arena.
As soon as he entered, he smelled a strong smell of blood.
I saw that there were still many "people" standing here, but these people's eyes were dull, like wooden stakes, motionless.