He Has a Dragon

Although Di Hao's soul was very weak, Wang Le was able to read a lot of useful memories from it after devouring it.

A martial arts master like Di Hao, who is at the pinnacle of martial arts, is simply a walking dictionary.

It covers everything from the secrets of the martial arts world to the top inheritance of Qing Palace.

Although these things are of no use to Wang Le today and are useless, for Nanhua Pavilion, which is undergoing a revival, they are like dew after a long drought, and they are much desired.

After all, Wang Le must resolve the life-and-death crisis on the Emperor Burial Star, and he will leave this world sooner or later.

To forge the iron, you need to be strong yourself. If Nanhuaguan itself cannot become stronger by then, once Wang Le leaves, sooner or later it will be destroyed.

It is precisely because of this that Wang Le must now consider improving the overall strength of Nanhuaguan as soon as possible.

The Qing Palace's top-notch Kung Fu inheritance will undoubtedly greatly enhance Nanhua Temple's underlying strength.

You know, in the entire Nanhua Temple now, if Wang Le is not counted, only Nanhua Blood Sword Han Ruoshui is a heaven-level powerhouse.

In the next time, if Nanhua Temple cannot cultivate a large number of heaven-level experts, even if Wang Le can break the void, he will not be able to leave because he is worried about the safety of Nanhua Temple.

As for cultivating martial arts masters at the pinnacle, this is obviously not something that can be achieved in a short time.

Fortunately, the old guy Xiao Zhixuan is here as a trump card, so Wang Le is not too worried.

Of course, now is not the time to think about this. Wang Le shook off all the distracting thoughts in his mind, and at the same time took out the artifact Fire Cloud Blood Sword again from the Dharma Eye Space.

Then he saw Wang Le's heart move, he reopened his Dharma Eyes to see through the Qing Palace Dojo on the ground.

Since he said that he would destroy all the Qing Gong clan, he couldn't let go of the fish that slipped through the net, especially the heaven-level experts in the dojo.

As for the innocent people among them, the joke is, since they have embarked on this martial arts path, there is no one who is innocent.

Under the sword, there is no wronged soul!

Soon, Wang Le was able to see through every corner of the Qinggong Dojo with his Delusion-breaking Dharma Eye, especially those heaven-level experts with powerful auras, and he did not miss any of them.

Then Wang Le, holding the Fire Cloud Blood Sword, no longer delayed, flew through the clouds from a height of ten thousand feet, and flew straight to the Qinggong Dojo deep in the Wulian Mountains on the ground.

At the same time, Wang Le kept waving the sacred weapon Fire Cloud Blood Sword in his hand, and the purple-gold sword light was swung out one after another as if it was free of charge.

In the blink of an eye, Qing Gong in the dojo saw dense purple-gold sword lights falling straight down like a sudden meteor shower from the sky, and they were immediately frightened.

Bang bang bang——

Boom boom boom——

Boom boom boom——

………

A steady stream of collisions and bombardments sounded almost at the same time, and the mountain-protecting formation covering the entire Qinggong Dojo did not even have time to hold its breath.

To be more precise, the transparent light mask presented by the mountain guarding formation was like paper, which was directly smashed to pieces by thousands of huge purple-gold sword lights falling from the sky.

Its speed was so fast that the Qing Palace disciples in the dojo had no time to react.

In an instant, thousands of huge purple-gold sword lights descended from the sky and attacked indiscriminately, directly submerging groups of disciples and disciples, as well as those contiguous palaces and pavilions.

At this moment, most of the disciples in the dojo didn't even have time to scream before death, and were directly swallowed up by the huge purple-gold sword light and turned into ashes.

Rows of buildings in the dojo suffered the same fate, and were instantly destroyed by the purple-gold sword light.

However, there are also a few buildings that should be very important, and they put up protective shields at the moment when the purple-gold sword light came.

And it successfully withstood the attack of the purple-gold sword light, so that the buildings in the array were not destroyed like other palaces and pavilions.

Similarly, in the face of countless purple-gold sword lights that destroyed the world, there were still people who managed to survive and did not die on the spot.

Of course, those who are lucky enough to survive are all heaven-level experts with strong cultivation.

Although Wang Le's cultivation strength is at the late stage of Jindan, which is far better than these heavenly powerhouses, after all, it is a large-scale attack, and there will inevitably be unavoidable flaws and weaknesses.

And these heaven-level experts who can escape from death have found a way to survive. Otherwise, facing such a powerful and god-like Wang Le, there is no way to escape and they can only wait for death.

At this moment, the prosperous Qinggong Dojo completely turned into an Asura hell.

Countless palaces and pavilions were turned into ruins, and the ruins were stained with blood and broken and incomplete corpses, scattered everywhere.

When the falling purple-gold sword light finally dissipated, there were screams from every corner of the disciples who had suffered severe injuries but were still alive.

One after another, the entire Qinggong Dojo became eerie and terrifying.

At this moment, Wang Le, who descended from the sky and entered the Qinggong Dojo, was patrolling around like a demon.

Next, Wang Le's figure kept appearing in various corners of the dojo.

Every time he appeared, a heaven-level powerhouse had his life taken away.

During this period, Wang Le even added a blow to the disciples who were still alive and suffering from severe pain.

And this was the only good thing Wang Le could do for them.

During this continuous and ruthless killing process, Wang Le did not forget to break through the protective formations of those intact buildings.

Because in these buildings, there are also disciples who have avoided the previous indiscriminate attack of the purple-gold sword light.

While killing these Qing Palace disciples, Wang Le did not forget to put all the things stored in these buildings into the Dharma Eye space.

After all, if these things can be placed in a building that Qing Palace values ​​​​so much, they must be treasures and have great value.

For example, there are countless techniques and secret techniques collected in the Sutra Pavilion.

Or there are countless cultivation resources such as elixirs and magic weapons placed in the treasure house.

However, among these treasures, there are only a dozen top-quality source stones and three lightning strikes that Wang Le can take a fancy to.

Apart from this, Wang Le has no interest in anything else.

Of course, Wang Le, who is in the later stage of Jindan, looks down on these treasures. When the time comes, he will throw them all to Nanhua Temple. I believe Jiyinzi and Jiyang will be ecstatic.

As time passed, the pungent smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger, almost making people sick.

Viewed from a high altitude, although there is no river of blood, the pools of blood are like countless stars in the sky at night.

When Wang Le returned to the sky from the ground, his whole body was stained red with blood, and the hair on his forehead was dripping with blood.

Because so many people were killed that even Wang Le himself could no longer remember or count them. ...

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