Immediately afterwards, Wei Mian swung his fingers, and a true energy shot out from his fingertips and rushed straight to the Red House opposite.

A true energy seemed to block the cold wind coming from the window, and the remaining three lamps that were about to be blown out again sparked with dazzling fire.

Wei Sandao in the villa here spitted out a mouthful of blood and dyed the white flowers in front of him red.

At this moment, a simple and unconventional hatchet was hanging there on the wall not far away.

The hatchet has been hung on the wall for decades, and the surface has even been rusty.

The mountains had not moved, and the earth did not shake, but the hatchet that had been silent on the wall for many years suddenly buzzed, as if it was coming alive.

Wei Mian turned his head suddenly to look at the hatchet hanging on the wall, and couldn't help but take a deep breath: "Old friend, I know you have sensed it."

"I haven't used you for many years, are you lonely?"

"What about next, what about us?"

......

On the hillside of Fukuoka Kamiyama, Xia Tian gradually slowed down from tens of steps at the beginning, and in the end, he moved up step by step.

Each stone step is full of runes. When Xia Tian first stepped on this stone step, he realized that these runes were carved by the ancient Japanese Onmyoji, and contained various formations. These formations have no effect on ordinary people, but for a demigod like Xia Tian, ​​it is extremely aggressive.

So, Xia Tian is definitely not simply walking up the stone steps. When he first stepped on the stone steps, the battle had already begun.

At this time, the domineering true energy was constantly bursting out from Xia Tian's body. Every step he took to the upwards, the stone steps under his feet would be trampled into cracks.

After a while, Xia Tian looked up and could see the mountain gate of the Zuoshen Sect above.

There were several old men in white clothes standing in front of the door, and behind them were countless disciples of the Sacred Sect rushing out, holding samurai swords in their hands, full of murderous aura.

Ahhhhhh!!!

A deafening shout of killing came from the mountain, and then a disciple of the Zushen Cult rushed down from the mountain like a tide.

Xia Tian did not hesitate at all. After a wrist guard, the Tianjue Sword had already appeared in his hands.

Countless disciples of the Aoshen Cult rushed down from the mountain, and they seemed to be completely fearless of life and death, rushing towards them like locusts.

Xia Tian showed his domineering aura, and with a knife, he immediately shattered a large piece.

He kept swinging his sword forward, and in front of the demigod, there were all ants in the world.

Countless corpses were slashed by Xia Tian, ​​and blood continued to flow down the stone steps. In a short while, the stone steps were dyed red by a hundred meters.

Xia Tian killed all the way and kept walking upwards. Killing these Japanese people did not have much psychological burden for Xia Tian, ​​but instead gave him a feeling of sweating profusely.

At this moment, Xia Tian no longer had so many concerns in his heart. He completely released the power in his body.

He didn't know how long he had been killed. In the end, every place around him had been covered with corpses and blood.
Chapter completed!