Hua Taixu would blind someone's eyes even by looking at him.
This one is even more cruel, just crush it to death.
Who can be sure that he will not kill people and silence them?
Yang Yifei said calmly: "I don't care about your business, don't be afraid."
Mr. Guo and the others were relieved.
But I still didn't dare to get up.
The dignity of the weak is meaningless in front of the strong.
Yang Yifei also knew that he was not talking nonsense to them. He touched the Qinglian Sword Sect disciple's body, took out an elixir for improving cultivation, flicked it to Mr. Guo, and left immediately.
"The elixir is the elixir!"
All the monks were envious.
"Thank you, senior, for your kindness and kindness. Guo Aniu will never forget it."
Mr. Guo quickly kowtowed and stuffed the elixir into his mouth without hesitation.
If you don’t eat it quickly, who knows if these people will snatch it?
No, definitely.
There is no respect for etiquette, justice and integrity in the battlefields of the heavens.
Inside Zhentian Pass.
On a huge jade jade.
Billions of names shine brightly.
A name suddenly goes out.
"One of the disciples of the Qinglian Sword Sect died."
The monk responsible for guarding said indifferently.
People died every day, and he had long been numb.
It’s just that the person who died was a disciple of the Qinglian Sword Sect.
In the battlefield of the heavens.
Hua Taixu frowned.
The disciple sent out to kill people has not returned yet.
"Hua Chong, go and have a look."
Hua Taixu secretly ordered.
Hua Chong is a master who secretly protects them, a real fairy, and a domestic slave of the Hua family.
Hearing this, Hua Chong suddenly dodged and ran towards the rear.
He also didn't dare to fly or teleport.
Sudden.
A figure stopped in front of Hua Chong.
"You're not dead?"
Hua Chong was surprised.
Yang Yifei said calmly: "Why did you die?"
Hua Chong suddenly understood: "Did you kill Gou Xiaoyi?"
"His name is Gou Xiaoyi?
True to his name, he is indeed a dog."
Yang Yifei said.
Hua Chong's face darkened: "Killing a disciple of the Qinglian Sword Sect is a crime worthy of death."
He opened his mouth and spit out a flying sword, slashing at Yang Yifei.
As a true immortal, he has enough confidence to kill the guy in front of him.
This guy is only in the Foundation Establishment Realm. Even if he has some support and can kill Gou Xiaoyi in the Heaven Ascension Realm, he will not be his opponent.
Although Hua Chong is a slave of the Hua family, he has practiced the Hua family's family swordsmanship since he was a child and is very good at it.
"good."
Yang Yifei praised it.
I don't have time to practice kendo. The kendo clone is pitifully weak and can be thrown out at any time to ward off disasters.
If it's delivered to your door now, you won't be polite.
Yang Yifei reached out and grabbed the flying sword. No matter how hard he struggled, the flying sword, which was a middle-grade immortal weapon, could not escape.
As soon as his spiritual thoughts moved, Hua Chong's spiritual thoughts in the flying sword were erased.
Poof! Hua Chong spurted out a mouthful of blood and turned pale with shock.
"you?"
He immediately knew something was wrong, and as soon as he moved, he was about to run away.
Very decisive.
No wonder someone who is a domestic slave can become a true immortal.
But in front of Yang Yifei, the demon king must die, so where can he, a little true immortal, run away.
Yang Yifei flicked his finger.
The flying sword shot out, instantly piercing through the layers of protective light on Hua Chong's body, and shot through his head.
The Great Soul Conjuration.
A fairy soul was pulled out of Hua Chong's body, and he struggled desperately and shouted: "I am a member of the Hua family, and my ancestor is the Qinglian Sword Master.
If you dare to kill me, my ancestor will never let you go.
If you let me go, you can gain the friendship of our Hua family, you..." Yang Yifei did not hesitate to crush his immortal soul and search for memories.
"Can a domestic slave also represent the Hua family?"
Yang Yifei was disdainful.
Not to mention Hua Chong, even Hua Taixu would be crushed to death.
If you dare to attack him, the only outcome will be death.
Even those who have attained enlightenment cannot be saved, let alone the Qinglian Sword Master, who is just an immortal.
Hua Chong died with his eyes closed.
He finally became a true immortal and got rid of the fate of being a slave. He also wanted to become an immortal and enslave the Hua family. He still had powerful magic weapons that were useless. He... no matter how unwilling he was, he died.
A sword talisman flew out and merged into the sword path in Yang Yifei's dantian.
What Hua Chong practices is one of the swordsmanship passed down by the Hua family, the Nine Swords Immortal Art.
One sword flew out, and nine swords appeared at the same time, and the power of each sword did not decrease.
Nine times the power, and it can also form a sword formation, which is a very good sword technique.
"Refining!"
Yang Yifei used the Wanji Furnace to refine Hua Chong and obtained the swordsmanship he practiced.
Immediately, the rules of swordsmanship increased rapidly, and they were soon raised to the level of the True Immortal Realm.
"He's quite a character."
Yang Yifei was slightly surprised.
Hua Chong's understanding of the way of swordsmanship is very deep and has reached the level of a heavenly immortal. Otherwise, Yang Yifei cannot be allowed to upgrade his swordsmanship to the realm of true immortality.
He has never improved his level, and he obviously has his own little thoughts.
It's a pity that I met Yang Yifei and gave everything to him.
"Hurry up and kill Hua Taixu and the others."
The Kendo clone jumped out and howled.
It's such a great feeling to jump from an ordinary clone to a real fairyland.
The other clones are so envious.
Yang Yifei nodded slightly.
Hua Taixu must die.
If he can't wait for Hua to rush back, he will definitely doubt himself.
With his temper, it is impossible for him to be kind.
"Killing Hua Taixu and the sword immortal who secretly protects him is enough to cultivate swordsmanship to the peak of the true immortal realm.
If we attract a large number of strong men from the Qinglian Sword Sect, we might be able to be promoted to the Golden Immortal Realm."
Yang Yifei said to himself.
As for becoming an Immortal Lord, he did not envision it.
Otherwise, the Immortal Lords of Daleiyin Temple would have disappeared all over the place.
Yang Yifei followed the traces of Hua Taixu and others.
Hua Taixu felt bad.
Hua Chong didn't come back.
"What's wrong?"
Wei Qing asked.
Hua Taixu forced a smile: "It's okay.
Hua rushed out to do some errands, but he hasn't come back yet."
Wei Qing said nonchalantly: "That means we are in danger."
She focused on practicing swordsmanship and didn't care about other things at all.
Hua Taixu nodded: "Probably.
I asked Hua Heng to go take a look."
Hua Heng is the strongest person who secretly protects them, a strong person in the heavenly realm.
"Master, there's no need to read, Hua Chong is dead."
Hua Heng said: "The brand of his soul is broken."
Hua Heng has the soul marks left by these people on his body.
It is a reminder when danger occurs and can control those people.
Hua Taixu's face darkened: "This is just the periphery, and it's close to our clan's teleportation point. After all, Hua Chong is a true immortal, how could he die silently?"
Hua Heng said: "Either a strong person from the major immortal sects and aristocratic families, or a strong person from a foreign race."
Hua Taixu looked ugly.
This is a trial place specially reserved for the human race below the fairyland. The strong human race will sweep it every once in a while, and there will never be any strong aliens.
Those are the powerful men from all the major immortal sects and aristocratic families.
Even if he was beaten to death, he wouldn't believe it was Yang Yifei who did it.
"Aren't these bastards afraid of revenge from my Hua family?"
Hua Taixu cursed.
"Master, the first priority is to ensure your own safety."
Hua Heng said.
He was speechless.
If someone dares to kill, he will naturally not be afraid of revenge.