"Where is this!"

"I, I'm injured!"

"Blood Sacrifice!"

The awakened guests exclaimed, then turned to look at Hua Fengyuan and the black-faced demon cultivator.

"Master Hua, are you crazy?"

"Will you be the enemy of the world's sword cultivation with your fellow practitioners' souls, qi and blood to refine your sword?"

...

Amid the chaotic scolding, Hua Fengyuan showed a hint of ruthlessness on his face: "Since you all know, then give out all your soul, energy and blood!"

"Boom--" A huge aura covered the entire valley floor, and two halos appeared at the source of Huafeng, which was originally a layer of the Golden Pill.

The second grade of Jindan, and it was instantly promoted.

"I have suppressed my cultivation for decades, just to refine a magic sword weapon that is connected with my heart. Today, whether you are in a favorable or unlucky way, I will give my soul and blood to me!" Hua Fengyuan shouted loudly, and his sword energy shot out from all directions.

The sword light flew, and the guests used all their spiritual power and magic weapons to control themselves.

However, compared with Hua Fengyuan's cultivation, the strength of these people is too different, and even the sword energy he has divided can't resist.

With muffled groans, the guests lying on the ground like harvesting wheat, wailing in pain, covered with wounds, and blood flowed on the ground, gathering towards the lake that was about to dry up.

In the air, Qin Bingzhi, the spiritual demon clan holding a long sword, was still struggling to dodge the sword energy, but it was already a little difficult.

"Mu Canghe, you won't come to help!" Qin Bingzhi, who was flying with white hair, moved his body and ran out of the valley.

"Hmph, there is another one, please trouble Brother Dao." Hua Fengyuan snorted coldly and suddenly stretched out his hand.

Qin Bingzhi, who was about to fly out of the valley, suddenly shook his whole body, and the long sword in his hand flickered with him uncontrollably, and then fell back to the valley.

He exclaimed, trying to throw out the common disease, but the sword suddenly emitted countless silk-like inspiration, wrapping his arms around.

"I have been using this magic weapon Qingyuan Sword for nearly a hundred years and have been refined. Can you still succeed?" Hua Fengyuan smiled coldly, looking at Hua Fengyuan who was panicked and wanted to get rid of the long sword in his hand.

The black-faced demon cultivator beside him was now full of demonic energy, turning into a dragon of smoke and clouds dozens of feet long, clashing everywhere.

Every time this smoke and cloud dragon rushes, it will differentiate one. In just a moment, it has differentiated into hundreds of smoke and cloud black dragons more than three feet long.

These black cloud dragons roared, and with the roar of the demon cultivator, they suddenly entangled the practitioners lying on the bottom of the valley.

"Hehe, I, Heichi, are not a good person. If you don't show up within three breaths, I will refine all these people into puppets."

"one."

"two."

"You won."

Zhao Yang, wearing a black robe, showed his figure.

Qin Bingzhi, who was originally struggling, was stunned and looked at Zhao Yang with a look of surprise in his eyes.

When Hua Fengyuan and others saw Zhao Yang, they swept away their spiritual thoughts and realized his cultivation level.

Do you dare to stir up storm at this valley with this level of cultivation?

"Hmph, just an ant, go to die!" Seeing Zhao Yang's cultivation level, Hua Fengyuan immediately lost interest, stretched out his hand and slashed a sword energy.

"when!"

The demon cultivator Heichi, who was standing beside him, waved his hand, blocked the sword energy, looked at Zhao Yang, and said with interest: "I am very interested in him."

After saying that, he split a black cloud dragon and rushed towards Zhao Yang.

"My masters, why don't you take action to save people!"

Zhao Yang shouted, his body rolled on the ground, and his black robe wrapped his body and disappeared.

Yunlong, who had originally entangled Zhao Yang, had no target and was hovering in the same place.

"Ming Wang Zhenshi--"

With a Buddha's name, a tall figure appeared where Zhao Yang stood, shattering the cloud dragon with one palm.

"Hmph, the monks from Dalun Mingwang Temple will meddle in other people's business." The demon cultivator snorted coldly, and a huge cloud dragon behind him was entangled and intertwined.

"Masters, this is my business in the Limestone Sword Sect. You probably won't care too much, right?" The sword energy in your body condensed into a stream, and Hua Fengyuan also looked at the tall monk.

The figures of the Buddha's cultivators were revealed, wearing bright yellow monk's robes, forming a small formation.

"Subduing demons and eliminating demons is my duty in Mingwang Temple. Where did you get the idle business?" The tall monk clasped his hands together, and golden lights popped out all over his body.

"Don't say that nonsense, what do you want?" The black-faced demon cultivator spoke directly and shouted in a low voice.

"He," the tall monk reached out and pointed at Qin Bingzhi, then pointed at the people who were lying on the ground and said, "There are them."

"Trade." The black-faced demon cultivator shouted happily.

"Thank you for helping me!"

"Master, this devil refining swords with my human race's qi, blood, and soul, you must eradicate them."

"Yes, Master, hurry up and eliminate demons!"

...

The tall monk had no expression on his face, and the few people behind him also folded their hands together and remained indifferent.

The black-faced demon cultivator laughed and said, "Although the monks in Dalun Mingwang Temple hate it, they still feel comfortable doing business."

After saying that, he reached out and all the cloud dragons tightened the entangled people.

"My Monk, please find the troublemaker. I will extract the soul, qi and blood of these people, and I will send you all my body to be a Taoist soldier."

Be a Taoist soldier!

The cultivators who were originally grateful to the monks were all panicked, but the indifferent expressions on the monks clearly proved that what the demon cultivator said was true.

"vicious!"

"Associate with the demon!"

Regardless of the scolding of these people, a light golden light on the tall monk turned into a halo and spread out in all directions.

Dozens of feet away, Zhao Yang showed his body helplessly.

The golden light shone on him, and the cloak completely lost its invisibility effect.

These monks are not monks that I understand at all...

Zhao Yang had a hint of embarrassment on his face and bowed to the monks: "The masters have endless Buddhism. Under the Buddha's light, the boy has nowhere to hide, and he suddenly feels like the light shining everywhere."

"The Dharma is boundless?" The leading monk was stunned and muttered these words, with a hint of light in his eyes: "Boy, I think you are destined to be with the Ming King."

Have a fate with the Ming King?

Are monks all this trick?

Zhao Yang shook his head and said, "Master, I don't know if I have a connection with King Ming, but I think that master of devil will not be willing to leave with you, Master."

Zhao Yang's voice was quite loud. Heichi and Hua Fengyuan, who were standing on the stone in the middle of the lake, changed their expressions and looked at the monks.

The faces of several monks remained motionless, and the atmosphere in the field became a little strange immediately.

The monks in the Mingwang Temple of Dalun did not speak, and the demon cultivator Heichi dared not act rashly. Even though his cultivation level was a little higher than the other party, the combat power of the monks in the Mingwang Temple was not measured entirely by their cultivation level.

"Masters, I don't care if you want to subdue demons and eliminate demons. I will only refine my sword. How about it?" Hua Fengyuan looked at the monks with a gloomy face and whispered.

"The sword has been refined, Sect Master Hua is afraid that he will kill someone to silence him?"
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