Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

"Huh~"

A sword energy fell into the fishing village like a meteor.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise and the fishing village was blown apart.

Countless ancestors of the Night Clan took out harpoons from their rooms and looked at the situation in the village with blank expressions on their faces.

They didn't seem to know who was attacking their village.

Until the second time the sword energy struck towards them.

"boom!"

There was another loud noise, and every house in the village was gone, and most of them collapsed.

The ancestors of the Night Clan in the fishing village also saw Chu Tian not far away, the man who attacked their village.

They jumped into the air one after another, wearing their cloaks and raincoats.

It looked like a group of strong men who were hiding from the world, suddenly provoked by others, and then showed their strength.

It's a pity that these powerful men of the Night Clan had no chance of winning from the beginning.

The law sword in Chu Tian's hand swung out the sword energy, easily splitting them in half, falling to the ground, and slowly dying.

In less than a minute, there was no one left who could move in the fishing village.

Chu Tian slowly flew down, waiting for the power of heaven in his body to turn into a ball of light and begin to absorb the origin of heaven here.

But at this moment, a sound suddenly reached his ears.

"Cough, cough cough"

Chu Tian turned around and looked over, and found the ancestor of the Night Clan lying there.

His lower body was thrown somewhere, but his upper body was still alive.

It can be seen from the flat and smooth wound on the waist that this is Chu Tian's masterpiece.

The ancestor of the Night Clan seemed to have noticed Chu Tian. His eyes were stunned for a moment, and he looked at Chu Tian with a hint of ridicule on his phone.

"Haha, hahaha..."

He smiled, he didn't know why, he seemed to be laughing at Chu Tian.

Chu Tian wanted to figure out what he was laughing at, but the next second, the golden ball of light ran out at an inappropriate time.

The tingling sensation entered Chu Tian's mind again.

The feeling that life was worse than death tortured him, but he was powerless.

As strands of golden threads flew into the ball of light, the golden threads in the still-living Ye Clan were also taken out.

The moment after the golden wire was taken out, he completely lost his breath and stopped moving.

A few minutes later, the light ball completed everything and returned to Chu Tian's body.

Chu Tian slowly walked to the body of the ancestor of the Night Clan, his eyes filled with mixed emotions, and he didn't know what he was thinking of writing.

After a long time, Chutian waved his hand, and a ball of flame appeared in his hand, and he threw it into the fishing village.

The houses made of thatched huts immediately burst into flames.

The flames were rising, and some of the ancestors of the Night Clan who were lucky enough to escape by hiding under the collapsed houses were tortured by the flames, and died soon after.

"It's time to go to the next place."

Chu Tian said without any emotion in his tone.

He himself didn't know what was going on.

I don’t know how I ended up becoming such a murderous guy.

He used to have moral standards and never killed people casually.

Even if someone provokes him, he will not kill anyone as long as it is not excessive.

But now, when he raises his hand, thousands of people die.

And he didn't seem to feel anything at all.

Yesterday, he was still feeling sad that he would kill a group of monsters just to take away their stone pillars.

But today, he no longer cares about all this.

One day later, he suddenly felt two people in his heart.