With the undulating mountains, on a cliff, buildings are continuous and majestic, and can be regarded as a magical craft.

The night breeze blows on my face, and faintly, the fragrance of medicine lingers into my nose.

This place is called Hanging Pavilion.

It is the branch of Jiuding Mountain in the northern border.

Jiuding Mountain is good at refining medicine and making pills. There are many martial artists in the Hang Kong Pavilion every day, and they come to find medicine and pills.

Unlike usual, the pills sold in Xuankongge recently include poison and poison pills.

At the foot of the mountain, there is also an army of thousands of people stationed. The bright red military flag contains a large character "Zhao".

This thousand-man army is the private army of the Zhao family.

The Zhao family was strict in governing the army. Even at night, this army always kept on alert, and the soldiers stood guard meticulously.

What's even more terrifying is that all the soldiers of this army are composed of masters of the spirit body, and the generals in the army have reached the Hunyuan body.

This is an elite teacher, and also a tiger and wolf teacher.

Even the Zhao family, which has made great achievements, is only one of the private troops of this scale.

This private army plundered countless wealth for the Zhao family and established a great reputation.

In the night, the awakened figure appeared at the end of the horizon and walked towards the Zhao family military camp step by step.

Every step he took, his figure appeared two hundred meters away the next moment.

In just a moment, he arrived directly in front of the Zhao family military camp.

"Enemy attack!"

"There is an enemy attack!"

On the post, the soldiers standing guard shouted and sounded the alarm bell.

Then, countless figures ran out of the military camp.

Soon, the 1,000-person private army was rectified and stood neatly outside the military camp.

"kill!"

Thousands of soldiers roared together, with a solemn expression and a sound of killing shocked the sky.

The soldiers in the army are very different from idle martial artists. This army of thousands of people has neat movements and strong combat power.

If idle martial arts cultivators were allowed to form an army, even if they had more than ten thousand people, they would not be the opponent of this army.

Even they can defeat the other side with just one charge.

"You are not the heroes who founded the country and retreated to the enemy."

"You are just the hawks and dogs of the Zhao family!"

"You guys, damn it!"

The cold voice of awakening spread from afar.

Hurry!

A huge thunder and lightning, like a giant centipede, covered the night sky.

At that moment, the sky and the earth were illuminated.

With the help of this fleeting light, thousands of soldiers saw the figure standing hundreds of meters away, and their eyes were as bright as they were indeterminate and cold as this.

His hands slowly raised, and a terrifying force poured into the blood-red ancient sword in front of him.

The ancient sword buzzed and shook, radiating a rich black sword light. Accompanied by a sword sound, the ancient sword suddenly rose to the ground and rushed into the sky in an instant.

"Click!"

The night sky was shaking, as if it was torn apart, and endless black raindrops surged out from the hanging ancient sword and fell rapidly below.

“It’s raining!”

"Why is this rain black?"

"Ah...my hand."

"Chichi!"

In the military camp below, countless screams rang out.

Every drop of rain contains unpredictable power, with various forms and impermanent changes.

Some raindrops fell on the ground, and a deep pit was blown out of the ground, and some raindrops fell on the soldiers, which immediately evolved into an extremely sharp sword energy, easily killing the latter.

Even the generals in the army, the strong man who had stepped into the Hunyuan body, died without any surprise.

A moment later, when the Blood Bird Ancient Sword fell back into Su Xing's hand, he turned around and walked up the mountain.

The military camp behind him was in a mess and completely destroyed. In the ruins, countless broken limbs and arms were broken, and blood gathered into a river. All the elite troops of the Zhao family died, and none of them survived and were completely destroyed.

On the cliff, the elders and disciples of Jiuding Mountain stood under the eaves of the corridor, their expressions were shocked, and their hearts were overturned.

"How could the elite Zhao family's teacher not even resist the skill of tea?"

"What kind of spiritual art is it? Why is it so terrible?"

In panic, Su Xing's figure rose up from the ground and turned into several afterimages in the air. When everyone's eyes burst into tears, he had already arrived in front of him.

"You have refined poison pills and sold them to other martial artists to hunt me down and make a fortune from it."

"You guys deserve to die too!"

The indifferent body was affected, and the death sentence of the god of death was announced.

Su Xing's long sword was towards the sky, his clothes were free of wind, and his murderous intent was rising step by step. Thousands of raindrops, with him as the center, shot towards the front and back ends.

Rumble!

The continuous buildings were bombarded into countless debris and fell towards the cliff. The elders and disciples of Jiuding Mountain, who were the first to be hit, were all torn and shattered without any surprise.

The massacre lasted for a full quarter of an hour, including an elder of Jiuding Mountain at the sixth level of Hunyuan, everyone was dead and even the Hanging Pavilion no longer existed.

"This is the fourth stronghold, the next one, Yan Hui Pass!"

Su woke up to the top of the mountain, looked into the distance, and soon flew down.

It has been seven days since the killing of Song Qingyan and Ding Qiu.

During this period, together with the Hanging Pavilion, Su Xing destroyed Jiuding Mountain, Jianjianmen, and Zhao's strongholds everywhere, killing thousands of people.

In addition, those martial artists who were looking for him everywhere would be wiped out directly if they were hit by him.

These killings made his title of Great Demon King be mentioned again.

Compared with the original, it is more worthy of its name.

Jiuding Mountain, Jianjianmen, the Zhao family did not have a counterattack without organization, they were looking for Su Xing frantically.

However, with the awakening of soul perception, he can clearly control everything within a radius of ten miles. This allows him to avoid misfortune. If he does not want to be exposed, others will almost never be able to find out his specific whereabouts.

Rock City!

Xiao Shandou did not leave, not only him, but Tao Yaozhi and Zhao Ruifeng also came here.

Rock City has now become their base camp. Once there is news of awakening, they will immediately rush over.

"Report to the Great Elder, Hanging Pavilion... Hanging Pavilion is gone!" A disciple of Jiuding Mountain said nervously.

"Bang!"

Tao Yaozhi threw the teacup in his hand directly to the ground and cursed angrily: "Waste, all of them are a group of waste!"

"Where is my elite Zhao family?" Zhao Ruifeng asked hurriedly.

"It's gone, and I won't live forever." said the disciple of Jiuding Mountain.

"What?"

Zhao Ruifeng stood up, with a murderous aura on his body, and roared: "Little beast, that is the private army that my Zhao family has cultivated for countless hard work... I want you to die without a place to bury."

"Why just can't find Su Xing, why?"

"Can he still escape from the ground?"

"try to find!"
Chapter completed!