"Masters, in fact, your soul is also a rare treasure for a demon ancestor." Zhao Yang turned his face and said to several monks not far away.

The muscles on the tall monk's face twitched slightly, he lowered his name, and then looked up at the demon cultivator standing on the stone.

A cold light shot out from the black-faced demon cultivator's eyes, and the cloud dragon behind him kept entangling and roaring.

Zhao Yang had a sincere expression on his face, but he was smiling in his heart.

The demon cultivator is hard to believe. Hua Fengyuan, the leader of the Limestone Sword Sect, is obviously not something that people can believe.

If even two such people dare to trust, these monks deserve to be unlucky.

But if they take further action, the magic cultivator and Hua Fengyuan will definitely join forces.

Anyway, the current situation is a headache for both parties.

This is the reason why Zhao Yang forced out several hidden monks.

"Several masters, I will take a step back and take away the people you need, how about?" Hua Fengyuan took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"Then you have refined the sword and intercepted it?" Before the monk could speak, Zhao Yang asked loudly.

"Ming Wang Zhenshi--"

First, the tall monk clasped his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name: "Master Hua, it is my duty to subdue demons and demons. You should step aside."

After saying that, his clothes were swollen, and Sanskrit flashed golden light, drifting around.

The golden light suppressed all the black demonic energy around it, and then dissipated the fog at the bottom of the valley.

For a moment, a golden light soared into the sky here.

The black-faced demon cultivator's eyes flashed with chills, and the cloud dragon behind him wrapped his body, turned into a black light, and flew away in the sky.

A demon cultivator at the Golden Pill Realm did not even meet these monks and left directly.

Demon cultivators are so backless, no, can they judge the situation so much?

Zhao Yang opened his mouth and couldn't speak.

Hua Fengyuan, who was standing on the stone, looked cold on his face. He waved his hand and took back the long sword that was wrapped around Qin Bingzhi's arm, and then a ray of spiritual light gathered all the scattered blood on the sword.

"I once heard that saving a life is better than building a seven-level Buddhist temple. Masters have saved so many lives today. This good result and blessing will surely make the masters complete their merits." Zhao Yang looked at the monks and said aloud.

His face was full of sincerity, as if he wanted to worship him at any time.

"Thank you, Master!"

"Thank you for help!"

...

Those who were already extremely weak quickly thanked the monks.

This time, they were also afraid.

"You let this spiritual demon clan member go?" The tall monk turned his head and looked at Zhao Yang, with a strange look on his face.

Uh—Zhao Yang smiled awkwardly and said, "Don't I also want to build a pagoda..."

After saying that, he rushed to Qin Bingzhi, grabbed his arm and said, "Hey, masters, if you want to take him away, you can do it now."

Qin Bingzhi glared at Zhao Yang, but did not resist.

The tall monk waved his hand and a Buddha light covered Qin Bingzhi, leaving him without any resistance.

Afterwards, the monks behind him raised their hands, spread out the spiritual lights, pulled up all the lying practitioners, and then walked out of the valley.

Zhao Yang shrank his head and followed the team out.

"Senior Brother--"

Seeing this, a practitioner from the Limestone Sword Sect looked at Hua Fengyuan and said anxiously.

The news of these people leaving the Limestone Sword Sect's abuse of fellow workers spread, and they were afraid that they would immediately become the target of public criticism.

"Sword refining!"

Seeing everyone leaving, Hua Fengyuan gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Buzz--"

His spiritual power rose all over his body and poured all the qi and blood drawn into the long sword in his hand.

The long sword roared, and it was covered with blood marks.

The light on the sword is even better.

But the light seemed to be a little bit short and it never illuminated the surrounding space.

"Everyone, lend me some qi and blood."

Hua Fengyuan shouted softly, and his sword energy flew out, stabbing the disciples and elders of the Limestone Sword Sect surrounding the lake to the ground, spraying blood.

"Senior brother, you, you're crazy!"

"Sect Master, what do you want to do!"

...

Hua Fengyuan only stared at the sword, allowing the qi and blood to wrap the sword around. He let go of the sword in his hand, and a jade box appeared in his hand.

This jade box is what the young man in brocade clothes gave to him when he was receiving the bride.

At this time, he opened the jade box and a rich spirit of soul emanated.

The box contains a pure soul.

The soul of the Spirit Demon Clan.

When this soul appeared, the long sword covered with bloodstains roared for a long time, just like a child who saw delicious food, cheered happily.

A hint of flesh-pain appeared on Hua Fengyuan's face and threw the box towards the long sword.

"Woo--"

The long sword turned in the air and rushed towards the jade box.

"Bang!"

The thrown jade box suddenly turned and flew out and landed on the ground.

"Hmph! Looking for death!"

Hua Fengyuan snorted coldly, his sword energy flew all over his body, cutting out black gaps in the surrounding void.

There is nothing.

Hua Fengyuan's face was solemn, and with a move, the pure soul in the box crashed into the long sword.

"Buzz--"

After the long sword's loud sound, the sword body radiated a golden luster, as if it was about to break through the sky.

"Hahaha--"

Hua Fengyuan laughed and grabbed the sword.

"warehouse--"

At this moment, a sword roared and a rotten sword crossed in front of his palm.

Hua Fengyuan's expression changed drastically, and he shouted "Snow Mountain Sword Man!"

I saw the rotten sword turn, like a poisonous snake, wrapped around Huafengyuan's sword.

The long sword that shines in a flash instantly dimly, and the originally flowing spiritual light was also swallowed up.

"Give me back the magic weapon!"

Hua Fengyuan let out a pain, his sword energy was relaxed all over his body, and countless sword energy rushed towards the void in front of him.

"when!"

"when!"

...

A figure appeared, and sword lights between fingers swept down all the sword energy.

"My Limestone Sword Sect has never violated the Great Snow Mountain Sword Sect. Why do you want to devour my magic weapon?" Hua Fengyuan's spiritual power was swelling, and he wanted to bring back his long sword, but he could not do it.

"Collaborate with the demon clan, cooperate with the demonic path, and harm the spiritual demon clan. Do you still say that you have not violated the Snow Mountain Sword Sect?"

Mu Canghe, who had emerged from his body, stared at Hua Fengyuan with his eyes closed, and his sword intent was everywhere.

Hua Fengyuan's face turned pale, his hands trembled, and he said, "I don't know what kind of demon clan, and Daxueshan can't help but interact with the demonic path. As for the spiritual demon clan, it has nothing to do with me."

"I only listen to the sword."

Mu Canghe reached out and grabbed it. The rotten sword fell into his palm, and there was a hint of luster on the sword.

"Dang--"

The entangled sword fell to the ground, and the sword body was broken into three pieces.

"puff--"

Hua Fengyuan, who was practicing with this sword's life, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fire seemed to emerge from his eyes.

"You Daxue Mountain will always be so domineering!"

Hua Fengyuan roared, and a dark spiritual power all over his body turned into ink-black scales, covering his body.
Chapter completed!