The monks in Ghost Mountain were stunned when they heard this, and they all looked at Xi Qianye. Who is this young man in front of him? How dare he speak so brazenly.
Your elders have not spoken, when will it be your turn to speak?
A young kid might not even know the horror of Dark Soul Mountain.
Everyone in Ghost Mountain sneered, not believing that the saint from Qianbao Palace dared to kill them.
They had offended the monks of the Blood Dragon Sect before, but the monks of the Blood Dragon Sect did not dare to kill them. They had never heard of Thousand Treasure Palace, so how could it be so powerful.
"Yellow-mouthed kid."
Wu Jiangyan sneered. In normal times, if a junior dared to talk to him like this, he would have slapped him to death.
Something that doesn't know whether to live or die.
If it weren't for the sake of the saints and elders of you Qianbao Palace, you would have died without a complete body.
However, what everyone in Dark Soul Mountain did not expect was that they originally thought that the young man was just an arrogant and domineering man who made wanton remarks, and the saints and elders of Qianbao Palace would not pay attention to him at all.
But what they never expected was that as soon as the young man finished speaking, the Saint of Qianbao Palace had already heard the words and took action.
There was a loud bang, and golden light fell from the sky. The terrifying and boundless power penetrated the heaven and the earth, and fell hard on Wu Jiangyan, directly blasting half of his body to pieces, leaving only half of the saint's body.
"How dare you!"
Wu Jiangyan's eyes were filled with shock. He was the inner sage of Dark Soul Mountain. Do the people from Qianbao Palace really dare to kill him?
Before he could think about it, Zhang Qingrong's second stick had already fallen, and its momentum shot straight through Changhong, as if it was going to smash the heaven and earth into pieces.
Wu Jiangyan was so frightened that he ducked and prepared to run away, but he couldn't run away at all. The third stick hit him, smashing him into a bloody mist.
A ball of golden light flew out of the blood mist and turned into a little man, which was the fruit of Wu Jiangyan's holy path.
"People from Qianbao Palace, I, the great power of Ghost Mountain, will not let you go. Just wait..."
Wu Jiangyan looked up to the sky and screamed, his eyes full of hatred. The holy body was destroyed. For a saint in the lower realm, the price was too painful.
Unlike saints in the middle realm, saints in the lower realm can condense the holy body again in place.
If the holy body of a saint in the lower realm is destroyed, it is very likely that there will no longer be a holy body, which is equivalent to half of it being destroyed.
Wu Jiangyan's heart was filled with hatred, but he did not dare to stay here any longer. Saints in the state of the Fruit of the Holy Path were very fragile, and any saint could kill them. Moreover, the Fruit of the Holy Path was the essence of a saint's life.
If the place of concentration is not protected by the Holy Body, it will inevitably arouse greed and evil thoughts in others. At this moment, the monks in Dark Soul Mountain may not be trustworthy. As soon as the golden light flashed, Wu Jiangyan was ready to escape into the void and escape completely.
Although the holy body is lost and only the fruit of the holy way is left, because the fruit of the holy way blends with the laws of heaven and earth and becomes one with the energy of heaven and earth, it can fly between heaven and earth without any resistance, and its escape speed is almost as fast as the limit. Ordinary saints cannot do it at all.
It can't be stopped.
In just a flash, Wu Jiangyan appeared thousands of feet away, as if teleporting.
However, just when he thought he had completely escaped, a hand that had always been white stretched out from the void and grasped his small body as easily as if it were a stone.
"ah……!"
Wu Jiangyan's eyes were full of fear. He never expected in his dreams that after turning into the fruit of the Holy Path, he would be caught.
The hand that held him squeezed slightly, and a mighty force burst out from his hand.
"no, do not want……"
Wu Jiangyan was extremely frightened and struggled wildly. The power destroyed the heaven and earth. He knew that he would never be able to withstand the fruit of his holy way.
A certain death!
He tried hard to turn his head and looked at the person who caught him, and a young and delicate face appeared in front of his eyes.
It's him!
The last thought of the last scene flashed through Wu Jiangyan's mind, and that moment seemed to freeze, and then fall into darkness forever.
He didn't even understand until his death why he was caught by a junior from Qianbao Palace and casually squeezed him to death.
"You... dare to kill me... the people from Dark Soul Mountain..."
Everyone in Dark Soul Mountain was trembling and uneasy, especially when they looked at Xi Qianye, their eyes were full of fear and horror.
Zhang Qingrong ignored the astonishment and disbelief of the people in Dark Soul Mountain. He stepped out step by step, his aura reaching the sky and the earth, stronger than any lower-level saint. The long golden stick in his hand exuded endless brilliance, and he fiercely
The ground was thrown towards the people in Dark Soul Mountain.
This time, not only Zhang Qingrong, but also Hua Yiran also took action. A flash of green sword light passed through the void, and in an instant, he chopped off the heads of seven or eight monks from Dark Soul Mountain. A saint from Dark Soul Mountain attempted to kill him with that sword light.
As a result, it was split in half with a sword, and the holy body was immediately destroyed.
The remaining saints in Dark Soul Mountain all looked at Hua Yiran in horror. They did not expect that this old man was scarier than that rough man. Who are the people in Qianbao Palace?
"Run away!"
The monks in Dark Soul Mountain were finally scared out of their wits, and turned around and fled one by one, running away like crazy, wishing they had two more legs.
However, they couldn't escape because Hua Yiran's sword light was so fast.
A sword penetrated the void, and all the ordinary monks in Dark Soul Mountain exploded, leaving no corpses alive under the force of the sword.
As for the remaining three saints, they were stopped by Hua Yiran and Zhang Qingrong before they could escape very far. After the Hundred Saints War, the two of them had made great progress in their cultivation. Dealing with some ordinary lower-level saints was not a problem at all.
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Soon, the earth was stained with blood, the thick smell of earthly blood filled the world ladder, and all the monks in Dark Soul Mountain died.
Yu Yinghai looked at the bloody and terrifying scene in front of him, his scalp went numb for a while, and he couldn't help but said: "Xi Qianye, Anhun Mountain is an ancient sect, and its status on the mainland is not inferior to that of the White Bone Sect. You kill Anhun."
There are so many saints in Hun Mountain, Dark Hun Mountain will definitely shake, and you will be found soon."
"So what." Xi Qianye said calmly.
Yu Yinghai was speechless for a while, and when he provoked him to Dark Soul Mountain, he just said a faint so what. In terms of courage and courage, there are few heroes in the world who can compare with him!
"He has too many lice and is not itchy. He has offended so many of the continent's top powers. Is there still one Black Soul Mountain left?" Gu Qingyan said calmly.
"Let's hit the road."
Xi Qianye said calmly, then stepped forward, stepped over the weeds strewn with corpses, and paused slightly in front of the world ladder, then stepped over it in one step.
As if passing from one world to another, at that moment the void shook, everything spun, the endless power of the void gathered, and the whole person was in an unaccustomed state of weightlessness.
But in just a few breaths, all the discomfort disappeared. The light in front of Xi Qianye's eyes lit up, and he suddenly entered another world.