Leng Fanhua had an appreciative smile on her lips, and with a casual move of her fingers, a ray of cyan spiritual power shot out, passing through the young disciple's chest, carrying the fresh and fiery red blood of the heart, which was extremely dazzling.
"As you wish!"
These were the last words the young Supreme Sect disciple heard. He didn't even see what hit him in the heart.
The moment he rushed out, he knew his fate, and his whole body gradually lost strength.
He fell from the sky. At this time, the sky above the Supreme Sect Gate was different from the azure blue when he entered the gate. There was only a huge cyan light pillar with a diameter of more than a thousand meters.
He is a disciple of the Supreme Sect. He has never regretted his death for the Supreme Sect. He has tried his best!
"Junior Brother Deng..."
"Senior Brother Deng..."
Dozens of sad and angry voices appeared, and dozens of voices jumped into the sky in unison. Some of them rushed towards Leng Fanhua with pebbles and rocks, while others rushed towards the fallen corpse.
All members of the Supreme Sect, from disciples to elders, were filled with grief and anger.
Their supreme sect is one of the five major sects in the Blue Moon Continent, how have they ever been so insulted!
Like sticky fish meat, you can be slaughtered by others!
Just death!
What’s there to fear!
There are no Supreme Sect disciples who kneel down to give birth!
When reaching a desperate situation with no way out, all Supreme Sect disciples hold the swords in their hands even tighter!
They are not lambs and fish. Even if they die, they should make their opponents put in some effort!
A disciple of the sect?
This is the disciple of the sect!
Ye Qian looked at the scene in front of him with emotion. He was a casual cultivator, but he had never felt this way.
A bit troublesome!
Ye Qian looked solemnly at the cyan light beam high in the sky.
The Eye of Killing was activated, and black cracks were spread across Ye Qian's pupils like spider webs.
It was not that there were cracks in his eyes, but that the killing cracks of visible objects were reflected in his eyes and presented a scene.
This is the magical power of the law. Within the law, flaws in everything can be seen!
Of course Qing Tian Yi Stick has flaws, but the vortex that condenses Zhou Tian's spiritual power becomes a natural protective shield to protect Qing Tian Yi Stick.
A bit difficult!
But we can’t wait until Qingtian Yigu finally takes shape!
Who knows what this secret technique will become at that time!
Killing Leng Fanhua will not help.
This Sky-Qing Stick was activated by Leng Fanhua, with Qingtian Roll as the guide and medium, but now it has little to do with Leng Fanhua.
Even if Leng Fanhua is killed, Qingtian's stick will fall when it should.
Ye Qian is looking for the right time.
Now we are not in the Tai Chi Tu Secret Realm or the ancient land, where we are all enemies of monsters and beasts, and we have no scruples.
If Ye Qian doesn't handle it well, thousands of disciples of the Supreme Sect will lose their lives.
This world, if there was no accident, should have been destroyed.
The problem is, now there is an accident, the leader of the alliance has fallen, and the leader of Mount Hongtu has ordered a retreat.
This March the world has hope of survival.
In this case, Ye Qian doesn't mind giving a favor to the people of the Supreme Sect.
After saving them, Ye Qian can also take away the Taoist Supreme Sword with peace of mind.
As for how this group of people will survive after the world level drops, that is not something Ye Qian has to worry about.
Speaking of which, Leng Fanhua should be killed as soon as he comes out!
Ye Qian let out a breath of bad breath, he felt a little regretful!
The Supreme Sect was the force he had chosen. If he was beaten to ashes with a stick, all his hard work would be in vain.
This is something Ye Qian cannot tolerate.
"What a shame!"
The middle-aged man in white, Leng Fanhua, had two strands of hair blowing in the wind in front of his forehead. There was a cruel coldness in his eyes, and he had an intimidating demeanor.
That is the indifference of treating life as child's play and treating all living beings as ants.
He said with regretful eyes and tone, but he was not slow at all. Dozens of cyan spiritual lights shot out from his hands, killing the supreme disciples one by one.
"Enough!"
The leader of the Supreme Sect, Su Ziyan, shouted numbly, not only to the disciples of the Supreme Sect, but also to Leng Fanhua.
"I am the leader of the Supreme Sect. Whether the Supreme Sect surrenders or not is decided by me alone!"
Su Ziyan's cold and biting words chilled the boiling blood of all Supreme Sect disciples who were willing to live and die with the sect.
"The sect master is right. It is time to surrender. The supreme sect's tens of millions of years of foundation cannot be destroyed in one day!"
A seven-level powerful elder in the Supreme Sect Peeping Dao Realm jumped out to echo, if he could survive, who would want to die!
The sect leader Su Ziyan has already taken the big blame.
It would be really unfair to let a group of hot-blooded waiters kidnap the sect's will and make everyone play together.
He still has hundreds of years to live and doesn't want to die like this.
With the sect leader stepping forward and the elders agreeing, some of the Supreme Sect disciples who had calmed down regained their senses.
There is great terror between life and death!
"Everything is decided by the sect master!"
"Please make a decision, Master!"
Many Supreme Sect disciples began to agree.
This is also a sect disciple!
Ye Qian didn't know why, but he wanted to laugh.
"Too late!"
Leng Fanhua, a middle-aged man in white clothes, looked at the disciples of the Supreme Sect who were performing wonderful and dramatic scenes, with a trace of disdain on his lips, and coldly uttered two words that were cold and bone-chilling.
"If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place?"
"I asked you to hand over the Supreme Sword and take it under my command. How dare you hand over your claws to disobey me!"
"The Holy Land has not been around for a thousand years, do you think the March Continent is your territory?"
"Speak and shut up, Holy Lord, Holy Lord..."
The middle-aged man in white became more serious as he spoke, and the look he looked at Su Ziyan, the leader of the Supreme Sect, became colder.
He looked at the cyan light pillar high in the sky. The light pillar had expanded to a diameter of more than two thousand meters.
At this time, the stick shape was completely invisible, and the head was completely covered by the cyan light beam.
The spiritual energy of dozens of miles around was swallowed up.
Like the pillars of heaven and earth, the real stick holding up the sky!
"I am in charge of the world's number one weapon, the Heaven-Up Staff, and I am the real contemporary Holy Master. The old and immortal man cannot protect himself and cannot live or die. What benefits can he give you to make you dare to resist my will!
"
The expression of the middle-aged man in white became crazy. After so many years, that old man could still have such a big name in March Continent.
"Either you have the Taoist Sky Stick, or you are the Holy Master!"
Su Ziyan looked at the stick hanging high in the sky and sighed with despair:
"Back in March, we made an alliance between the major forces and the ancient land. We were willing to respect the ancient land as a holy land for cultivation and use the Taoist soldiers' sky-raising sticks as tokens. However, it does not mean that you have the sky-raising stick and you are the Holy Master.
Without the contemporary Holy Lord Murong Jianqiu to pass on the throne, and without the recognition of the major powers in the March Continent, you cannot be regarded as this Holy Lord..."
"Let me ask about his relationship with Murong Jianqiu!" Ye Qian no longer had the patience to listen to their chatter, so he directly sent a message to Su Ziyan.
"Fellow Taoist is back?" Su Ziyan's eyes flashed with shock, and his heart was filled with joy.
There is no precedent for the sacrifices made in that unknowable little secret realm to come back. Even if the leader of their Supreme Sect went in to investigate, he never came back.
It's shocking that this Ye Qian could actually come back from there.
Its strength is evident.
It is impossible to say that the Supreme Sect will rely on Ye Qian to save the building from destruction.
"Well, let me ask about his relationship with Murong Jianqiu!" Ye Qian didn't say much. He wanted to finally confirm the relationship between Leng Fanhua and Murong Jianqiu.
After all, the people and monsters in the ancient land died cleanly, and finally some blood was passed down. As long as they were not Murong Jianqiu's enemies, Ye Qian was willing to spare their lives.
Just wait and see who this Leng Fanhua is.
"That old immortal cannot survive or die. I even stole the sky-supporting stick. I expect him to pass on the position of Holy Lord. You are thinking too much!"
The middle-aged man in white clothes, Leng Fanhua, sneered. He was more arrogant and arrogant than anyone imagined. He didn't even mean to hide anything. He looked like he was convinced of Su Ziyan and was not afraid of Su Ziyan's disobedience.
"If I have the Sky Stick in my hand, then I will be the contemporary Holy Master!"
"If you don't admit it, it doesn't matter. If you destroy your Supreme Sect, they will crawl at my feet and beg me to be their Holy Master!"
"It's a pity that you won't be able to see it that day, hahaha... huh?"
Leng Fanhua, a middle-aged man in white, smiled ferociously and heartily, with a hint of ferocity and domineering. He said cruelly, but he saw a young man in green clothes with extraordinary bearing walking towards the wind, with a calm and composed expression on his face.
The smile appeared suddenly not far away.
This person is Ye Qian.
"Keep talking, you still have some time!" Ye Qian looked at Leng Fanhua with a little regret.
Although the specific relationship between Leng Fanhua and Murong Jianqiu is not yet known, what Ye Qian wants to know already has the answer.
It was obvious that this Leng Fanhua definitely had a grudge against Murong Jianqiu.
Taking advantage of someone's danger, he stole Murong Jianqiu's Taoist holding stick.
This alone was enough for Ye Qian to cut Leng Fanhua into pieces with a thousand knives.
"The Supreme Sect can actually cultivate a person like you, God is so blind!"
Leng Fanhua looked at Ye Qian carefully, a little surprised, but more frightened.
Obviously he was only at the early stage of cultivation at the eighth level of the Peeping Dao Realm, but the terrifying aura of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood must have been contaminated by the lives of many ancestor-level experts at the eighth level of the Peeping Dao Realm.
Moreover, it should be just these few days!
If possible, Leng Fanhua would not want to be an enemy of such a strong person.
It's a pity that this young man is obviously here to stir up trouble.
"I think you are quite short-sighted. If you steal Murong Jianqiu's things, do you have the consciousness to be killed?"
Ye Qian didn't know whether Leng Fanhua stole the Taoist Sky Stick after Murong Jianqiu's incident or before.
But there is no doubt that the Taoist soldiers around him were stolen and their strength was greatly reduced.
This Leng Fanhua, at first glance, could be regarded as one of the culprits who killed Murong Jianqiu.
"Then you are even less discerning. Do you think I am just showing off by chatting with you?"
"This Holy Master is waiting for Qingtian Yistick to be completed!"
When Leng Fanhua was talking, high in the sky, the huge light pillar of Optimus stopped absorbing spiritual power.
"Fuck them all!"
Leng Fanhua's face was full of madness and joy.
With one blow from Qingtian, the country will be destroyed and the clan will be destroyed, without exception.
The huge sky-raising stick carries the meaning of the great law of destruction and destruction, and it carries an unrivaled momentum, like a pillar of heaven collapsing, crushing the world.
The Supreme Sect's mountain gate has a radius of hundreds of miles, and is completely covered by the pillar of light that blocks out the sky and sun from high in the sky. The whole world is darkened, and only one pillar of heaven is left. It falls from the sky, leaving no one able to resist at all.