Chapter 1217 Massacre

Liu Qinghuan's chest seemed to be burning with a fire. This fire was caused by his deep hatred for Yujiu and also because he was worried about the safety of Mu Yinyin and others.

Yujiu suffered a great loss in his hands, and it can be said that his body and soul were completely destroyed. He came back again with such deep hatred, and it was really hard to predict what terrible things he would do.

So after he sent Yunzheng and Jingjue away, he immediately found their lair in the Wanling Realm, and even if he had to force Yujiu out!

The majestic mountain gate collapsed, and Liu Qinghuan walked towards the top of Xuanming Mountain step by step with the Immortal Killing Spear in his hand, a stern look on his face, and eyes like a deep pool.

"Yujiu, I'm here, where are you!"

His voice echoed in the mountains and could be heard throughout Xuanming Mountain. His tone was indifferent, but it made people feel an inexplicable chill!

There were chaotic footsteps on the mountain road, and a group of demon cultivators rushed out. When they saw him, they roared: "That's him, stop him from going up the mountain!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The shouts shocked everyone, and the demon cultivators quickly formed a battle formation. A gray shadow gathered above their heads, forming a huge monster.

The monster lowered its head, pointed its two curved sharp horns straight ahead, let out a sharp whistle, and rushed downwards with overwhelming force!

However, Liu Qinghuan continued to climb the steps as if he didn't see anything. He only gently picked up the silver-black spear in his hand, and saw a sharp light flashing from the tip of the spear, and the monster as strong as a mountain was thrown away like paper.

With a loud bang, the monster fell heavily, knocking down a field of flowers, plants and trees. Several palaces were also damaged and collapsed.

Such a loud movement shocked the other demon cultivators who were trying to rush over to stop, looking horrified and stunned. But the previous team of demon cultivators were already on their backs, their mouths and mouths were bleeding as if they had been hit hard, and their complexions quickly turned gloomy.

A pair of blue cloud boots stepped on the stone steps where they were, and paused beside one of them. A cold voice sounded: "Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

Groups of demon cultivators rushed out. Before they could reach them, they were lying staggering on both sides of the mountain road. The ground was stained with blood, broken feathers were flying around, and screams rang through the sky.

Liu Qinghuan gradually felt impatient, and replaced the Immortal Killing Spear in his hand with the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen. The muddy yellow water of the Styx River rose up under his feet. With the sound of thunderous water, the water surged and rose, filling the pavilions and pavilions all over the mountain. Submerged in it, countless demon cultivators were also involved, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

This was a one-sided massacre. No one came close to Liu Qinghuan. Wherever he went, the flood spread everywhere. Half of Xuanming Mountain was submerged in the water!

On the top of the mountain, in a palace, the atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed as if the air was frozen together. Several empty-level demon cultivators sat in silence, but could not hide the anxiety in their hearts.

"Report!" A doorman rushed in from outside in panic. When he entered, he was knocked down by the high threshold and fell to the ground.

A skinny male cultivator with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks stood up suddenly and shouted: "Speak!"

The disciple ignored the pain caused by the fall and hurriedly replied: "The disciples sent to the Black Phoenix Clan sent back the news, saying that the ancestor of the Black Phoenix Clan is wandering away and is temporarily absent from the clan. Several other major Feng Clan have requested support from our mountain. We did not immediately agree to our request, saying that we would discuss it with the clan before making a decision, but the leader of the Qingluan clan to the west directly rejected our request..."

Following his reply, the expressions of several people in the hall became very ugly. The skinny male cultivator smashed the small table in his hand with his palm, gritted his teeth and said: "Those Feng people, those people usually take great pleasure in sending us to do things. Now we are being bullied up the mountain, and we dare to ignore it! After further discussion, that person has already come to the Tongque Palace where we are, are they planning to come and collect our bodies?"

He turned his head and said angrily to the old man with gray hair and childish face sitting on the left: "Elder Zhu, are we just sitting here and watching that man go up the mountain to kill him? Don't forget, the other party destroyed the Demon City with one person's power He's such a ruthless person, I'm afraid we wouldn't even be able to kill him if we take them all out!"

Several other people echoed: "Yes, the disciples sent could not even stop the man. The situation is so serious, what should we do?"

"Yes, our news has been sent out for a long time. Hasn't the ancestor sent back any new instructions?"

Everyone looked at the old man anxiously. The old man finally stood up, first waved away the disciple who was shaking with fear, and then said: "Don't worry, the ancestor told us to delay for a while and wait over there. The instructions will be sent back as soon as the arrangements are made.”

"Still delaying!" said the skinny demon cultivator with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks: "I don't know how many people have been killed or injured. If we delay it any longer, our Xuanming Mountain will almost sink! What does the ancestor mean? Is he planning to make all of us pay for it? In addition, , and you!”

His eyes were blood red and he glared at the old man angrily: "I have always found it strange that since our ancestor came back from seclusion this time, his behavior has become extremely strange, and besides you, no one here has ever met our ancestor again..."

The old man's face suddenly changed and he shouted: "Xingfeng! What do you mean, you dare to question the ancestor's actions? Is it my fault that the ancestor didn't summon you?"

The skinny demon cultivator sneered: "I didn't mean anything, I was just wondering if some people were using chicken feathers as arrows to pretend to spread the imperial edict!"

"you!"

"Okay, okay, stop arguing..."

Several people in the hall were noisy, and suddenly there was a fluctuation in the space. A faint light flashed suddenly, and a cross-border communication talisman fell down.

Everyone was startled. The old man caught the talisman with quick eyes and hands, unfolded it and looked overjoyed!

"Come on, we can go see that person!"

Several people hurried out of the palace and looked down the mountain. They saw that most of Xuanming Mountain was submerged in the water. The angry tide was roaring and the flood was surging!

And the person who came up to kill him had a terrifying evil spirit, like a cold-faced seducer coming out of the underworld, mercilessly harvesting the lives of others!

The skinny demon cultivator gasped and muttered in a low voice: "Isn't he a Taoist cultivator? Why does he look scarier than a demon cultivator! And do you think he has a..."

Before he could finish speaking, Elder Zhu beside him had already rushed into the air and shouted down the mountain: "Stop!"

Liu Qinghuan raised his head, with no emotion on his face, and his eyes were as sharp as ice, which made Elder Zhu feel a chill in his heart.

"Finally, someone has come out. Where is Yujiu? Tell him to get out!"

Elder Zhu calmed down and said: "You are looking in the wrong place. The ancestor is not on the mountain now. You have killed countless disciples of our mountain. Aren't you afraid of provoking the anger of the people in our world? Don't forget, this is the world of all spirits. ! This is not a place where you can do whatever you want!"

Liu Qinghuan said "Oh" coldly, then turned away and continued walking up: "It doesn't matter if you act recklessly. If Yujiu doesn't come out today, don't blame me for slaughtering your whole family."

All the demon cultivators shuddered, knowing that his words were not false. Even if other clans in the Wanling Realm later settled their accounts afterwards, it would be impossible for them to get their lives back!

Elder Zhu did not dare to talk nonsense anymore and quickly opened the cross-border communication talisman in his hand: "Aren't you looking for our ancestor? He is now in the Mingshan battle area."

Liu Qinghuan suddenly raised his head: "Mingshan Battle Territory!"

"Not bad." Elder Zhu raised his hand, and the cross-border communication talisman flew out of the air: "The ancestor is waiting for you in the battlefield, so even if you kill all of us, there is no one you are looking for here."