Aiming for the Immortal Path

The man was wearing a light blue robe, and his young face looked like a fairy.

The visitor was none other than Sun Wenyuan, one of the great figures in the Yuan Ying stage of the Great Zhao Dynasty.

In his hand, he was holding a long black mallet.

The long black mallet is three feet long, with countless formation patterns flowing on it, exuding majestic momentum, and one can tell at a glance that it is not ordinary.

The moment the figure appeared, Sun Wenyuan glanced at the audience expressionlessly.

Just one glance made the hearts of all the monks in the room accelerate to the extreme.

In the mountains, there were countless people in the Qi refining stage, foundation building stage, and even the golden elixir stage whose cultivation level was slightly inferior. Their legs became weak and they fell to the ground.

It seems that the other party only needs one thought to kill everyone.

Golden elixir and Yuanying, the difference between them is like a world of difference.

At the same time, a luxurious flying boat flew from the outer gate of Huanxing Sect. On the deck of the flying boat, the leader of the flying boat stood Zhao Mingyuan, the Dragon Lord of the Great Zhao Dynasty.

At this time, Zhao Mingyuan had a smile on his face, and the joy on his face could hardly be suppressed.

The two proud glances in his eyes were like sharp swords, pointing directly at Xi Longxuan and others at the top of the mountain.

The Huanxing Sect's inner gate mountain guarding formation was broken, and the once arrogant Huanxing Sect was already within easy reach.

"Master Xi, we finally meet again!"

"How about it? It doesn't feel good to see your sect being destroyed and being unable to do anything about it!"

Hearing the deep and hearty voice coming from his ears, Xi Longxuan endured his injuries, braced himself up, and stared at Zhao Mingyuan in the distance with hatred.

"Winner or defeater, this sect master has been aware of it since he embarked on the path of cultivating immortals! Stop talking nonsense and just do it! If our sect master does not die today, he will be a nightmare for your Zhao Dynasty in the future!"

Xi Longxuan gritted his teeth. Facing Zhao Mingyuan, his teeth were itching with hatred.

I finally managed to bring the entire Huanxing Sect under control, but because of the appearance of this guy in front of me, everything came to nothing.

"Haha, is it a nightmare? Unfortunately...that day will not appear. Everything...should end!"

Zhao Mingyuan snorted coldly and said, his eyes falling on Sun Wenyun in the air, "Wenyuan, these people are handed over to you! Except for those who chose to surrender before, the rest... none of them will be left behind!"

Sun Wenyuan had no expression on his face and nodded gently.

As a monk at the Nascent Soul stage, he was high up at this moment, looking down at all living beings as if he were looking at ants.

Of course, those in the Nascent Soul stage also have this strength!

One hand was behind his back, and the other hand slowly raised the black mallet in his hand. The strong true energy emitted, causing drastic changes in the sky, dark clouds rolling in, and invisible murderous intent covering all the people of the Huanxing Sect.

Under the shadow of death, everyone is left with only fear and despair.

There were countless monks lying on the ground, crying and trying to join the Zhao Dynasty's camp at this last moment. But under this terrifying pressure, they were like ants facing a giant, and their pale voices could only turn into feeble shouts.

On the top of the mountain, several elders from the Xingtang lineage, led by Ouyang Yi, had bitter expressions on their faces. He was reluctant and even more determined to resist, but under the pressure of the powerful Nascent Soul giant, he was unable to do anything and could only close his eyes unwillingly.

In the center, Xi Longxuan clenched his teeth, and regardless of the injuries in his body, he was urging the few true energy to silently inject into the ground beneath his feet.

There is no hope in everyone's heart.

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But he didn't. He only had one thought at the moment, to hold off... what if, what if that person from the Sinister Way took action!

"Wait!"

Just when Sun Wenyuan was about to take action and kill everyone in the Huanxing Sect in one fell swoop, a voice suddenly sounded next to Zhao Mingyuan.

In the air, Sun Wenyuan frowned slightly and turned back to look at the person who made the sound.

Before he could speak, Zhao Mingyuan's voice sounded, "Huh? Huang'er, what do you mean?"

"It would be too easy for them to let them die so easily. In the Tianyan Secret Realm back then, Su Twelve made several calculations and repeatedly sabotaged the dynasty's plans, causing many monks in the dynasty to die tragically and be seriously injured, and even destroyed the bodies and bodies of his sons and ministers. My first golden elixir.”

"If I hadn't accidentally cultivated two golden elixirs, I'm afraid that I would have died without a burial place at this moment, and I will be separated from you forever."

"This hatred is really hard for me to swallow!!!!"

Zhao Jingfeng said sternly. As he spoke, his eyes quickly swept between the mountains at the inner gate of Huanxing Sect.

At this moment, the anger in his eyes was about to burst out. Thinking of everything that had happened in the Tianyan Secret Realm, and the pain and torture he had suffered over the years because of Su Twelve, anger quickly grew in his heart.

Before the inner gate of Huanxing Sect was breached, his anger could still be controlled. But now, the overall situation has been decided, and the life and death of everyone in the Huanxing Sect can only depend on their thoughts.

When he glanced across the mountain, he saw Ouyang Yi, the elder of the Forging Platform who had a close relationship with Su Twelve, as well as several figures in the crowd who were familiar with Su Twelve. The endless hatred is like the water of Jiujiang River, constantly fluctuating and rising, and it can no longer be contained.

"Well...the trip to the Tianyan Secret Realm has indeed made you suffer. However, Su Twelve is not here at the moment, so why waste time with them! Although the overall situation has been decided, it will change later, so we should not be careless. "

"As for Na Su Twelve, my father promises you that when you find him in the future, he will have his skin and muscles peeled off, and he will vent his evil anger for you!!!"

Zhao Mingyuan pondered for a moment, then immediately spoke out.

Zhao Jingfeng shook his head and gritted his teeth and said: "Don't worry, father, I have no intention of worrying about your plans. I just need to leave a few people related to Su Twelve to me, no... no, I only need his apprentice." That's enough. His apprentice is quite handsome."

"If Cheng Cheng uses it as a cauldron to cultivate and become a slave, Su Twelve will definitely have a very good-looking expression when he sees him again."

"I believe...this is also something my father would like to see!"

Zhao Jingfeng's voice was not loud, but he did not deliberately suppress it.

With eyes full of anger, he looked fiercely at the Huanxing Sect halfway up the mountain.

There, two figures stood uneasily. There is a monk with a square face and a monk with an eye-shaped face. One is at the peak of the late foundation building stage, and the other is at the early stage of the golden elixir stage.

Behind the two of them, Feng Fei, whose cultivation was only at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, was shrinking. The moment he heard the sound, Feng Fei's beauty turned pale, and she staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Oh? What about Su Twelve's apprentice? Well, if that's the case, then... let this person stay with Huang'er. The others... will be killed without mercy!"

Zhao Mingyuan glanced at the sound, and the emotionless voice sounded again.

Sun Wenyuan still did not speak, but dark clouds billowed in the sky, and the shadow of death once again enveloped everyone present.

In front of the giants in the Nascent Soul stage, there is not much difference between the strong ones in the Golden Core stage and the monks in the Qi refining stage and the Foundation building stage.

On the top of the mountain, Xi Longxuan, who had been seriously injured, gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of blood. The man was wearing a light blue robe, and his young face looked like a fairy.

The visitor was none other than Sun Wenyuan, one of the great figures in the Yuan Ying stage of the Great Zhao Dynasty.

In his hand, he was holding a long black mallet.

The long black mallet is three feet long, with countless formation patterns flowing on it, exuding majestic momentum, and one can tell at a glance that it is not ordinary.

The moment the figure appeared, Sun Wenyuan glanced at the audience expressionlessly.

Just one glance made the hearts of all the monks in the room accelerate to the extreme.

In the mountains, there were countless people in the Qi refining stage, foundation building stage, and even the golden elixir stage whose cultivation level was slightly inferior. Their legs became weak and they fell to the ground.

It seems that the other party only needs one thought to kill everyone.

Golden elixir and Yuanying, the difference between them is like a world of difference.

At the same time, a luxurious flying boat flew from the outer gate of Huanxing Sect. On the deck of the flying boat, the leader of the flying boat stood Zhao Mingyuan, the Dragon Lord of the Great Zhao Dynasty.

At this time, Zhao Mingyuan had a smile on his face, and the joy on his face could hardly be suppressed.

The two proud glances in his eyes were like sharp swords, pointing directly at Xi Longxuan and others at the top of the mountain.

The Huanxing Sect's inner gate mountain guarding formation was broken, and the once arrogant Huanxing Sect was already within easy reach.

"Master Xi, we finally meet again!"

"How about it? It doesn't feel good to see your sect being destroyed and being unable to do anything about it!"

Listening to the deep and hearty voice coming from his ears, Xi Longxuan endured his injuries and cheered up, staring at Zhao Mingyuan in the distance with hatred.

"Winner or defeater, this sect master has been aware of it since he embarked on the path of cultivating immortals! Stop talking nonsense and just do it! If our sect master does not die today, he will be a nightmare for your Zhao Dynasty in the future!"

Xi Longxuan gritted his teeth. Facing Zhao Mingyuan, his teeth were itching with hatred.

I finally managed to bring the entire Huanxing Sect under control, but because of the appearance of this guy in front of me, everything came to nothing.

"Haha, is it a nightmare? Unfortunately...that day will not appear. Everything...should end!"

Zhao Mingyuan snorted coldly and said, his eyes falling on Sun Wenyun in the air, "Wenyuan, these people are handed over to you! Except for those who chose to surrender before, the rest... none of them will be left behind!"

Sun Wenyuan had no expression on his face and nodded gently.

As a monk at the Nascent Soul stage, he was high up at this moment, looking down at all living beings as if he were looking at ants.

Of course, those in the Nascent Soul stage also have this strength!

One hand was behind his back, and the other hand slowly raised the black mallet in his hand. The strong true energy emitted, causing drastic changes in the sky, dark clouds rolling in, and invisible murderous intent covering all the people of the Huanxing Sect.

Under the shadow of death, everyone is left with only fear and despair.

There were countless monks lying on the ground, crying and trying to join the Zhao Dynasty's camp at this last moment. But under this terrifying pressure, they were like ants facing a giant, and their pale voices could only turn into feeble shouts.

On the top of the mountain, several elders from the Xingtang lineage, led by Ouyang Yi, had bitter expressions on their faces. He was reluctant and even more determined to resist, but under the pressure of the powerful Nascent Soul giant, he was unable to do anything and could only close his eyes unwillingly.

In the center, Xi Longxuan clenched his teeth, and regardless of the injuries in his body, he was urging the few true energy to silently inject into the ground beneath his feet.

There is no hope in everyone's heart.

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But he didn't. He only had one thought at the moment, to hold off... what if, what if that person from the Sinister Way took action!

"Wait!"

Just when Sun Wenyuan was about to take action and kill everyone in the Huanxing Sect in one fell swoop, a voice suddenly sounded next to Zhao Mingyuan.

In the air, Sun Wenyuan frowned slightly and turned back to look at the person who made the sound.

Before he could speak, Zhao Mingyuan's voice sounded, "Huh? Huang'er, what do you mean?"

"It would be too easy for them to let them die so easily. In the Tianyan Secret Realm back then, Su Twelve made several calculations and repeatedly sabotaged the dynasty's plans, causing many monks in the dynasty to die tragically and be seriously injured, and even destroyed the physical bodies and bodies of his sons and ministers. My first golden elixir.”

"If I hadn't accidentally cultivated two golden elixirs, I'm afraid that I would have died without a burial place at this moment, and I will be separated from you forever."

"This hatred is really hard for me to swallow!!!!"

Zhao Jingfeng said sternly. As he spoke, his eyes quickly swept between the mountains at the inner gate of Huanxing Sect.

At this moment, the anger in his eyes was about to burst out. Thinking of everything that had happened in the Tianyan Secret Realm, and the pain and torture he had suffered over the years because of Su Twelve, anger quickly grew in his heart.

Before the inner gate of Huanxing Sect was breached, his anger could still be controlled. But now, the overall situation has been decided, and the life and death of everyone in the Huanxing Sect can only depend on their thoughts.

When he glanced across the mountain, he saw Ouyang Yi, the elder of the Forging Platform who had a close relationship with Su Twelve, as well as several figures in the crowd who were familiar with Su Twelve. The endless hatred is like the water of Jiujiang River, constantly fluctuating and rising, and it can no longer be contained.

"Well...the trip to Tianyan Secret Realm has indeed made you suffer. However, Su Twelve is not here at the moment, so why waste time with them! Although the overall situation has been decided, it will change later, so we should not be careless. "

"As for Na Su Twelve, my father promises you that when you find him in the future, he will have his skin and muscles peeled off and he will vent his evil anger for you!!!"

Zhao Mingyuan pondered for a moment, then immediately spoke out.

Zhao Jingfeng shook his head and gritted his teeth and said: "Don't worry, father, I have no intention of worrying about your plans. I just need to leave a few people related to Su Twelve to me, no... no, I only need his apprentice." That's enough. His apprentice is quite handsome."

"If Cheng Cheng uses it as a cauldron to cultivate and become a slave, Su Twelve will definitely have a very good-looking expression when he sees him again."

"I believe...this is also something my father would like to see!"

Zhao Jingfeng's voice was not loud, but he did not deliberately suppress it.

With eyes full of anger, he looked fiercely at the Huanxing Sect halfway up the mountain.

There, two figures stood nervously. There is a monk with a square face and a monk with an eye-shaped face. One is at the peak of the late foundation building stage, and the other is at the early stage of the golden elixir stage.

Behind the two of them, Feng Fei, whose cultivation was only at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, was shrinking. The moment he heard the sound, Feng Fei's beauty turned pale, and she staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Oh? What about Su Twelve's apprentice? Well, if that's the case, then... let this person stay with Huang'er. The others... will be killed without mercy!"

Zhao Mingyuan glanced at the sound, and the emotionless voice sounded again.

Sun Wenyuan still did not speak, but dark clouds billowed in the sky, and the shadow of death once again enveloped everyone present.

In front of the giants in the Nascent Soul stage, there is not much difference between the strong ones in the Golden Core stage and the monks in the Qi refining stage and the Foundation building stage.

At the top of the mountain, Xi Longxuan, who had been seriously injured, gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of blood.