A Demon’s Path

When Wang Zeyuan returned to his Huiyuan Hall, he had an illusion in astonishment: Is this really my Huiyuan Hall?

There are ruins and broken walls everywhere, and thick smoke billows.

The Huiyuan Hall, which is over 10,000 square meters, has turned into a charred paradise!

Not only that, the corpses of thousands of disciples of Huiyuan Hall were neatly arranged at the gate of Huiyuan Hall, and there were more than a dozen large characters written in blood on the front: "Three thousand two hundred and twenty-six members of Huiyuan Hall Disciple, please check it with Palace Master Wang Zeyuan."

Wang Zeyuan's mind went blank as if struck by lightning.

Wang Zeyuan's life's hard work turned into a phantom overnight.

Ruthless, really ruthless!

"Haha...hahaha..." Wang Zeyuan looked up to the sky and laughed, two lines of hot tears could not help but fall down.

"Su'er, I promised your father that I would definitely become the most powerful Huiyuan Palace Master on the mainland. It's ridiculous, ridiculous..." Wang Zeyuan knelt down on the ground with a plop, and when the bridle was broken, the hair fell loose open.

If others don't know him, they will definitely think that he is a poor and down-and-out scholar in the secular world, which is very pitiful.

Unfortunately, he is not, he is Wang Zeyuan, the master of Huiyuan Palace, a person who should not be so weak and helpless.

In the first half of his life, he practiced so hard that his wife died tragically.

In the second half of his life, he tried his best to achieve a career, but he didn't expect that he would end up in a mess.

"Su'er, Su'er..." That figure suddenly flashed in Wang Zeyuan's mind, and his already dull eyes suddenly lit up with an almost crazy light: "Su'er is still alive, everything about me is still there, and everything about me is still there. Here, haha, hahahaha!"

Poor Wang Zeyuan, at this moment, is crazy.

Taishang Sect Master brought Chen Lan and Liu Xuefei back to her Ziqiong Sect, she was even more mad than Wang Zeyuan.

Thousands of female disciples of Ziqiongmen were killed, and even their clothes were stripped off and hung under the ceiling inside Ziqiongmen!

A row of neat big blood characters appeared shockingly in front of the head of the Taishang Sect: "Old Maid, you will be next. And your corpse will be hung in public, you just wait for this day."

The head of Taishangmen's black hair turned white in an instant, and the wrinkles on his face became more numerous in an instant, making him look more than 20 years old.

"Seven Demons Sect... Well, it's so ruthless!" The Taishang sect master drew Ziqiong sword with a bang, and swung it out.

Sigh... A purple thunder flashed across the sky, and the sword shadows flying all over the sky cut the corpses of all the female disciples of Ziqiong Sect into countless pieces, turning them into waves of blood mist.

Liu Xuefei couldn't bear to watch her fellow disciples melt into a pool of blood, her teeth were clenched, as if they might be crushed at any moment.

At the same time, her hatred for Ling Xiao and the Seven Devils Sect reached an unbelievable level: "Ling Xiao, I, Liu Xuefei, swear that I will take your life in this life!"

Chen Lan secretly marveled at the generosity of her master, but she didn't dare to show a different expression on her face.

This time, if the master hadn't informed her that she had to leave Ziqiongmen, and made her decide to go with the master, she would have ended up in the same fate as these junior sisters.

The awe of Ling Xiao, the master, added a little more in Chen Lan's heart.

The head of the Taishang Sect held Ziqiong Sword in his hand, with a cold gleam in his eyes: "With this sword in hand, my Ziqiong Sect will never fall! Ling Xiao, my Ziqiong Sword will pierce your heart sooner or later!"

Chen Lan secretly remembered the words of the Taishang Sect Master, and conveyed these words to Ling Xiao when no one was paying attention.

When Zhao Yang returned to his Mingyue Mansion, his expression was the same as that of Wang Zeyuan and Taishang Sect Master, and it could even be said that he was a combination of the two of them.

Zhao Yang's mind was blank for a while, and then he was furious!

"Ah—" A soaring roar shattered countless windows and floors of Mingyue City outside Mingyue Mansion, causing many incidents of accidental injuries.

Even so, the public can still understand Zhao Yang's mood at this time.

The fire that burned all night turned Zhao Yang's Mingyue Mansion into ruins. No matter who it was, it was normal to feel this way.

Not to mention a guy with a hot temper like Zhao Yang.

It wasn't until after the soaring roar that Zhao Yang regained his composure and walked into the ruined Mingyue Mansion.

His second son, Zhao Yan, was still alive, slumped on the ground, his whole body became stupid, and his body smelled unbearable.

"Dead, all dead...they were blown into blood...terrible, so terrible!!!" Even Zhao Yan, who had experienced the battle of Nantuoshan, faced the methods of Elder Qing of the Seven Demon Sect. Had to end up like this.

Zhao Yang walked to Zhao Yan's side, and Zhao Yan's crazy mood suddenly calmed down. He pulled his father's clothes and murmured in a low voice: "Father...you are back...Seven Devils...Seven Devils... teach……"

Snapped! Zhao Yang slapped Zhao Yan's head with his palm, Zhao Yan's eyeballs rolled up, and he fell to the ground with a plop.

Zhao Yang closed his eyes, and two lines of tears fell from his closed eyes: "Yan'er, living like this is worse than dying..."

Ignoring his son's body, Zhao Yang suddenly thought of the forbidden cave behind Mingyue Mansion, and rushed towards that direction.

What was waiting for Zhao Yang was an empty cave.

"Why? Why did the Church of the Seven Demons know of the existence of this strange beast! Why did he break through the purple-level protective mask!" If Zhao Yang could tolerate the death of his son, he could endure the burning of his Mingyue Mansion into ruins , but he absolutely cannot bear the disappearance of this strange beast.

So, Zhao Yang was angry!

Trapped in that cave is a purple-level divine beast, the purple jade unicorn, which is the soul that Zhao Yang is going to devour when he reaches the purple level.

And this unicorn beast is a little different from the legendary unicorn. It is a alien species, except that it cannot speak, and its IQ is no different from that of a human being.

If Zhao Yang reached the purple level, and the central soul fused with such a different species, it might be possible to reach the legendary lifespan of more than ten thousand years!

You must know that this strange beast has existed in Mingyue Mansion for more than thousands of years, and several Mingyue Palace masters who have reached the purple level have not been able to accept it, which shows its uniqueness.

This strange beast was Zhao Yang's last hope, but even this last hope was completely shattered by Ling Xiao!

"Ling Xiao! I'm going to smash your bones into ashes and chop them into meat sauce!!!" Zhao Yang's red hair fluttered down his head, his eyes protruded ferociously, and two lines of blood tears flowed out!

Almost at the same time, Master Wujing of the Xuanhai School also returned to his sect.

Immediately, Master Wujing discovered that thousands of disciples surrounded the gate of his sect, all of them were serious and discussing in low voices.

When Master Wujing saw the reason why the disciples were surprised, he couldn't help shaking slightly.

Before the gate of Xuanhai Sect, he was engraved with a dozen large characters at some point. The big characters were sprinkled with blood, making them particularly eye-catching.

"Master Wujing, this time my Seven Devils Sect has insufficient troops. Since you are not too arrogant, let the Xuanhai faction go for now. If you don't know what happened to the other sects, you will soon knew."

Daoist Wujing was trembling with anger, and was about to go mad, when suddenly a communication jade slip exploded, and a line of clear golden characters appeared in front of him: "Huiyuan Hall, Ziqiong Gate, and Mingyue Mansion, except for their masters Other than that, the entire family is destroyed."

Master Wujing stood there in a daze, speechless for a while.

He was not in a good mood at first, when he saw the bloody characters, he was still thinking about how to join the Seven Devils Sect, to give Ling Xiao a hard lesson, and if possible, kill Ling Xiao as well.

But after he saw this message, his whole body suddenly became bleak like a withered epiphyllum.

"Ben Zhenren is about to start retreat. From today on, disciples of the Xuanhai Sect will stick to the sect, and don't step out of the Xuanhai Sect."

Although Wujing Daoist's tone was calm, it conveyed an attitude that could not be opposed.

All the disciples looked at the hunched back of Master Wujing, Xiao Suo, feeling sad.

The boss is old.