Thousands of miles away from Qingcheng, a small town with ordinary people is built under a continuous mountain.

There are not many monks here, and if you are suffocated, you are the strength of building the foundation.

Occasionally, I found out about fish and meat, but here is also a place to rely on the mountains to earn the mountains, and the people in the town live a good life.

People in the town live normally according to their usual days.

Dozens of men in black robes came here and could not see their true faces clearly.

It seems like a mouse living in a gutter, and needs a life of hiding its head and revealing its tail.

But the power radiates from them.

The ordinary soldiers guarding the city gate could still see that these people were monks.

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"Masters! Please come inside."

The soldier's face was flattering and did not dare to ask for the expenses to enter the city.

The man in black robe looked at him and looked up to reveal his old face.

Smile, the ravines on their faces stacked.

Then, a cold voice came from his mouth.

"Kill! No one in the whole town is left."

Whoosh... As soon as the old man finished speaking, the man behind him used his sword to shoot.

He shot the heads of the soldiers guarding the city gate.

The remaining soldiers didn't even have the opportunity to beg for mercy, and the others took action one after another.

Blood splashed on the mottled city walls.

"Who dares to come to Liaowen Town to cause trouble?"

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out in the city.

The only foundation-building monk belonging to this town appeared.

In the blink of an eye, he saw dozens of black shadows raging and killing in the town.

A few of the Golden Pills and Nascent Souls, and the rest are foundation-building monks.

“…”

This foundation-building monk who wanted to protect his own interests was timid.

He slowly retreated, trying to escape quietly while the man in the black robe did not notice him.

However, he has not yet withdrawn a few steps.

A cold gaze stared at him.

It was the old man in black robe in the head who still had a smile on his face.

Raise your hand, and the rich demonic energy condenses in his palm.

"Demonic Cultivator..."

The foundation-building monk widened his eyes in surprise. He had heard of the cruel legend of the demon cultivator more than once.

But this is the first time I saw the demon cultivator and was frightened.

"hehe!"

The old man in black robe chuckled twice in contempt.

Boom... the demonic energy in the palm of your hand is launched.

Directly swallow the foundation-building monk.

In an instant, the result of the death of the Tao.

Then the old man in black robe turned around without any hesitation.

A mere foundation-building monk is not enough to give him too much souvenir.

Screams and wails sounded in his ears.

The old man in black robe slowly took off his hood and smiled and said, "I am the 36th generation leader of the Holy Spear Sect. In my lifetime, you can see that the Holy Spear Sect becomes a saint..."

Suddenly, the old man's voice came to an abrupt end.

In his sight, a middle-aged man in a yellow robe and a purple dragon belt hanging around his waist appeared.

"Holy Gun Sect! A high-level sect under the management of Jianshan!"

Mu Leyu stared at the head of the Holy Spear with a teasing look on his face, and said, "Another high-level sect has joined the Demon Ancestor."

He remembered Ningquan Village, which had just been destroyed not long ago.

They are all high-level sects, and they are obviously a powerful force in Qingzhou.

Why do you want to be a demon ancestor?

Make me trouble!

Mu Leyu was puzzled but didn't feel any surprise.

People are all ambitious, who doesn’t want to climb up?

But, I forgot the catastrophe caused by the Demon Ancestor ten thousand years ago?

Mu Leyu asked the head of the Holy Spear without using his own doubts.

Not so!

The head of the Holy Spear is not worthy either!

The true energy around Muleyu's body fluctuates, and his momentum rises layer by layer.

He slowly raised his right arm and clenched his fist.

The vast true energy emerged, and a golden dragon was born from shoulder armor.

Swim quickly towards your fist and let out a wave of dragon roar.

"roar..."

Accompanied by the dragon's roar, Mu Leyu said in a deep voice: "Imperial Dragon Fist!"

Boom... A heavy punch fell.

The powerful aura directly locked the head of the Holy Spear.

In front of the majestic power, the head of the Holy Spear could only stare at amazement and fear.

Mu Leyu punched him in anger, and his whole body evaporated.

Shaking his fist, Mu Leyu flashed to other places in the town.

One by one, they killed a man in black robe and were wiped out in a moment.

Mu Leyu looked at all the Holy Spear disciples who had been killed and whispered: "The devil cultivator... is an extreme way of practice after all."

The advantage of the demon cultivator is that the speed of practice and the effect of demonic energy invading the mind of Tao.

However, the shortcomings are more obvious, and there is no way to have the heart of Taoism if you lack insights.

Demonic cultivators have great advantages in dealing with low-level cultivators.

But facing monks of the same realm, demon cultivators are simply not enough to fight.

The situation in Liaowen Town also occurred in other boundaries in Qingzhou.

However, the demon cultivator has not done much damage yet.

Some people will feel it in time, such as Songhua Town, a hundred miles outside Wentian City.

Su Tinghe stepped on the red phoenix and killed the demon cultivator with a breath.

Jinhua Town!

Wu Jian threw out a big tree, and the flying leaves were poured into the sword energy.

All the demon cultivators explained that they were penetrated by the heart by thousands of swords.

Huanghua Town, Yufeng Taoist...... "Waste! It's all waste!"

The Demon Ancestor, who was surrounded by the sizzling sound, shouted angrily.

His voice could already cover the dense sizzling sounds.

It can be seen how angry he was at this moment.

"Holy Gun Gate, Dragon Yaguan, Liege Island, Crystal Palace..."

The Demon Ancestor gritted his teeth and said the names of more than a dozen high-level sects, cursing: "How come you are so useless? No wonder they have always been high-level sects."

The Demon Ancestor felt powerless when he met a group of pig teammates.
To be continued...