"Crack!" The middle-aged monk's throat bone was crushed, blood flowed from his orifices, and his arms hung limply.
"Dad!" The young man screamed, but it was useless. His father had been killed by Wan Sheng.
After sucking all the energy and blood out of the middle-aged monk, Wan Sheng walked towards the young man and the woman, "I hope someone will keep their word, and the rest will let them live a little longer, and I will send you two to hell first."
In the forest, a small half of the more than eighty monks have escaped, but are unable to control the Jinghong. The remaining half do not want to escape, but are too seriously injured. They can no longer even fly over walls and can only watch the realm.
The tallest middle-aged man was crushed to death by Wan Sheng like a clay figure.
The young man was injured and could not move. The woman held him tightly in her arms and closed her eyes in despair.
With five fingers like hooks, Wan Sheng slowly covered the young woman's head in front of the young man, "Don't be afraid, it will be quick!"
"Mom!" The young man burst into tears. He wanted to do something, but he was too weak and had been seriously injured. His internal organs were broken. Even if Wansheng didn't kill him, he wouldn't be able to hold on for long.
The thick eyelashes of the woman's long eyes trembled slightly. As a mother, the last thing she did for her son was to cover the boy's eyes to prevent him from seeing the scene of her tragic death.
Wan Sheng smiled ferociously and increased his strength with his five fingers. The woman's face showed pain. She could clearly feel that there were nails piercing her head, and her head seemed to be torn apart. It was so torturous.
"Wansheng!" Suddenly, a long roar sounded from heaven and earth, like the roar of a dragon.
The leader of the Holy Spirit Sect, who was going on a killing spree, trembled and looked back suddenly.
An incomparably splendid thunderbolt came from the end of the sky at an incredibly fast speed.
In shock, Chen Yu stretched out his right hand, and spiritual energy continued to gather in the sky.
With a big hand, Chen Yu condensed an ancient war spear with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. With a stern look on his face, he threw it forward fiercely.
"Boom!" The ancient war spear was like an unparalleled fairy light, rushing towards Wansheng with terrifying sharp energy.
This is Chen Yu's full blow, which contains his compassion for the dead mortals.yyls
So many monks died in Yicheng tonight, but Chen Yu would not have the slightest pity for them.
As a monk, in the world of cultivation, you will die at any time, but so many people in Yicheng are very innocent, especially those infant babies. It has only been a few months since they were born, but their blood has been sucked.
How cruel.
Chen Yu didn't give Wan Sheng a chance to react. The ancient war spear arrived in an instant and directly pierced the chest of the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect.
The ancient spear flew out with Wan Sheng's body. Along the way, the ancient trees were broken and dead leaves were flying. It flew hundreds of meters before the tip of the spear made a clanging sound and nailed the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect to a huge blue stone.
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"Ah!" This time, it was Wan Sheng's turn to howl miserably, and large tracts of blood spilled from his chest, like red agates, falling on the dead leaves.
The more than 40 monks who were seriously injured and unable to escape looked at Chen Yu who fell from the sky with shocked expressions on their faces.
Even the young man and the woman couldn't calm down. It was so thrilling, just a little bit.
There are five finger holes on the woman's head. They are real and they are still bleeding, but they are not serious.
If Chen Yu had arrived any slower, the woman would have definitely died, and her head would have been crushed by Wan Sheng.
"Thank you... thank you!" The woman who had walked through the gate of hell, covered in cold sweat, expressed her sincere thanks to Chen Yu.
Chen Yu glanced at the woman and the boy in his arms coldly, not bothering to pay attention.
Chen Yu would have mercy on the innocent mortals and those poor babies who died in vain, but he would not show mercy to these monks.
Anyone who enters the world of cultivation must be prepared to face death.
Step by step, Chen Yu came to Wan Sheng's side. With a wave of his sleeve, the ancient war spear transformed by spiritual energy dissipated. Wan Sheng fell heavily to the ground, and his heart in his chest was shattered.
"How is it possible? How could it happen so fast?" Wan Sheng couldn't believe it when he saw Chen Yu, who was safe and sound, with no scars on his body.
He had seen Taizu's methods. Although his combat power was only half a step of Nascent Soul, his physical body was so hard that it was indestructible. Logically speaking, he could hold Chen Yu back, but the reality made Wan Sheng despair.
"Your ancestor's bones are gone. It's a pity that I won't give you the chance to follow him. It would be too kind for you to go to hell!" Chen Yu formed a sword with his fingers and slashed forward.
With a bang, a large head flew out, and the headless corpse fell softly. Blood splashed several meters away. The scene was too bloody.
More than forty monks scattered in the forest were all stunned, with incredible expressions on their faces.
The dignified leader of the Holy Spirit Sect, one of the six most powerful people in the Xuanling Realm who was powerful in the world, died just like that, and his head was cut off by Chen Yu.
It’s not over yet! Chen Yu held the ancient seal with both hands and muttered words, as if communicating with the underworld.
Between heaven and earth, there were thousands of ghosts crying and howling, which made people's hair stand on end. Chen Yu opened his heavenly eyes, and there were vertical pupils between his eyebrows. He saw a scene that others could not see.
In the bloody evil aura, there are ferocious faces, and they are biting a person, Wansheng who is in a state of soul.
Wan Sheng, in his soul form, lost all his magical powers. He was so miserable that he was overwhelmed by the dense crowd of vengeful souls. The screams of misery were sharp and painful, piercing Chen Yu's eardrums.
"Go to reincarnation!" Chen Yu roared, as majestic as a god.
Although countless innocent souls were unconscious, they sensed fear and disappeared into the sky and earth screaming.
Chen Yu moved his right hand forward and held Wan Sheng in his soul state in his hand.
A thunderbolt shot up into the night sky and disappeared in an instant, leaving only more than forty monks on the ground heaving a sigh of relief.
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The sun and moon alternate, a new day arrives, the sun rises from the east, and its golden light spreads across every corner of the world.
One hundred thousand miles away from Yicheng, in a corner of the vast forest, under a majestic cliff, in a man-made cave, screams could be heard from time to time.
On the stone bed, Chen Yu sat cross-legged. In the void in front of him, a cluster of ice-blue flames rose up.
In the flames, Wan Sheng's soul was being tempered. He was in so much pain that he rushed left and right, trying to escape, but he couldn't.
Slowly opening his eyes and closing his eyes, Chen Yu said expressionlessly: "Tell me, where is the 30,000-year foundation of your Holy Spirit Sect hidden?"
Last night, Chen Yu killed Wan Sheng, but no storage ring was found on his body.
Where did this guy hide the 30,000-year-old Holy Spirit Cult? Chen Yu didn't know, so he could only use this method to intimidate.
"Hahaha, Chen Yu, do you really think that I am a stupid person? I'm going to tell you, and you will be out of your mind the next moment!" Wan Sheng, who was in an illusive state, laughed wildly.
Chen Yu's eyes turned cold, and the ice-blue flames roared, burning brightly.
"Ah!" Wan Sheng said sharply, with a twisted face that looked like an evil ghost in the Forgotten River.