"Your death date has come today. You'd better get out with the little bastard around you and surrender, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

Mu Yan's eyes turned cold, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more evil, "President Wang, you scared my baby. I am very unhappy. Ruyan, blow up two more houses of him."

"Okay! Miss!"

Wang Chengming's face changed drastically, and he had no time to roar, "Don't..."

But it was still one step late, and two loud bangs came from a distance.

Wang Chengming only felt that his eyes were dark and he almost fainted.

That is the Treasure Pavilion and Library of the Tiandao Sect.

It is full of materials collected by the Tiandao Sect for many years, as well as martial arts passed down from generation to generation.

Now, all of this woman was ruined overnight.

"Jun Muyan!! I want to tear you into pieces!"

Wang Chengming soared into the sky, and the long sword in his hand suddenly roared out, slashing hard at Jun Muyan in the void.

With a loud bang, the sword was cut to the point of solidity, and dust flew.

However, no blood splattered.

Wang Chengming's body was falling down involuntarily.

One step faster than him was the huge plaque.

With a loud bang, the plaque was broken into pieces, and the three words "Tiandao Sect" written on it were also broken into pieces.

Wang Chengming stared blankly at the plaque that was broken by himself, which symbolized the glory of the Thousand Years of Heavenly Dao Sect, and could not come back to his senses for a moment.

His heart sinks little by little.

I always feel that as the plaque breaks, it seems that the thousand-year glory of the Heavenly Dao Sect will disappear.

Behind him, a woman's lazy and cold voice came, "Wang Chengming, when you arrive in the underworld, don't forget that the Tiandao Sect was destroyed in your hands."

It was this man who took Gong Qianxue as his disciple and instigated her and Jianfeng to be evil.

It was this man who came up with a way to raise a elixir in order to extend his life span.

Once upon a time, he was high and controlled other people's lives, watching others breathe in their eyes under his torture.

Now, it is time for him, Wang Chengming to pay the price.

Wang Chengming turned around suddenly, staring at the girl who was close to him in fear and hatred, "Jun Muyan, what do you want to do? I warn you, I can't move as long as you want! Our ancestor is in seclusion, and now he must have heard the movement. He knows that you are so wild in the Tiandao Sect, he will never..."

Wang Chengming's voice came to an abrupt end.

He lowered his head blankly and looked at the sword that was passing through his abdomen.

He raised his head and met the girl's bright smile.

Mu Yan bent the corners of her mouth, like a innocent and kind Miss Wen Wan, "Idiot, what are those just now? They are just warm-ups, now... they are the real wildness!"

Why?

Why didn't I notice that she was drawing the sword?

Why did she dare to kill herself arrogantly in the territory of Tiandao Sect?

Could it be that Wang Chengming is going to die? He died silently at the hands of a girl?

His ambition, his determination to unify the martial arts continent, will everything he has to disappear?

No...no...how can...how...

Bang, Wang Chengming fell straight to the ground, his sudden eyes were covered with bloodshot, and he stared at the sky.

Die with your eyes open!

Mu Yan pulled back his hand, and the long sword in her hand was completely transparent.

You can turn a luster at will and emit a colorful light.

Why did Wang Chengming, a master of innate Great Perfection, not notice that Mu Yan was drawing his sword?
Chapter completed!