My Master is Super Strong But Too Steady

Saint King Longyao is dead?

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief, their spines were chilled, and their hairs were terrified.

That was a real holy king. He couldn't even block a single move, but his head was beheaded, his soul was shattered, and even a trace of his true spirit couldn't escape!

They were wondering in their hearts, what level of treasure is the gourd in Lu Ya's hand?

Ye Chen nodded in satisfaction, the power of the Immortal-Slaying Gourd finally did not disappoint him.

He didn't know how the Immortal-Slaying Gourd was made in the wild. Anyway, this gourd of his was picked from the chaotic gourd vine. His soul can kill immortals and destroy gods.

With Ye Chen's energy at this time, killing the Holy King would only consume about 10% of his energy, and his Primordial Dao Body could make up for it in an instant, which was equivalent to having no effect on him.

Even against the Great Sage, Ye Chen is sure to kill him!

Shengwang Pengcheng's heart was beating wildly, and he raised his hand to tear open the void, and his figure sank into it, turning into a huge wave of space and going away quickly, and he was thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye.

When the purple and yellow gourd beheaded the Sacred King Longyao, he also felt an unprecedented sense of crisis. If that gourd locked him, he felt that he might end up in the same end as the Sacred King Longyao.

Facing this kind of peerless evil that he had never encountered before, Shengwang Pengcheng didn't even bother to take back his natal magic weapon, he chose to run away immediately, and didn't even dare to say a cruel word.

The unrivaled giant at the pinnacle of the holy king of the Taigu Peng clan actually escaped?

The many strong men hidden in the void were a little stunned, but thinking of the scene where the Holy King Longyao died just now, they all expressed a deep understanding of the Holy King Pengcheng.

When encountering an unrivaled murderous person like Kunlun Luya, the Holy King Pengcheng is just like a little chicken, won't he run away and wait to die?

Not only the Holy King Pengcheng, but also the other powerhouses hidden in the starry sky are all panicked, some are using secret techniques to escape, some are hiding in the depths of the void and using secret techniques to seal their aura, and they are all trying their best to protect themselves.

At this time, the vast majority of strong men are filled with remorse. They are greedy for the Tao fruit of the innate Tao embryo. What kind of ruthless person has they provoked?

Ye Chen glanced at the Saint King Pengcheng who had fled thirty million miles away.

A murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Since you dare to make a move, you must be prepared to be beheaded. This guy still wants to escape?

Ye Chen just fought against them, and they were just trying out new magical treasures, otherwise, how could they have been allowed to dance for so long?

Ye Chen's figure disappeared in a flash, and appeared thirty million miles away in the next moment, holding the fairy-killing gourd in his palm, and bowed slightly: "Please turn around, baby!"

The Holy King Pengcheng was rushing at full speed in the depths of the void, when he suddenly heard this familiar voice coming from ahead, he was so frightened that his soul jumped out of his wits. The holy prestige and dao rhyme wrapped his soul inside.

This is a plume and feather sacrificed by a great sage of the ancient Peng clan for thousands of years. It has miraculous effects in protecting the soul. The moment the sage king of Pengcheng heard Ye Chen's voice, he sacrificed this great sage feather.

However, just after doing all this, the soul of Shengwang Pengcheng was immobilized by the Zhanxian Flying Knife, and his consciousness fell into a coma.

"brush!"

Immortal Zhan Flying Knife appeared out of nowhere on the top of Shengwang Pengcheng's head, and circled his head three times. A bird's head the size of a thousand feet fell out from the depths of the void, and the headless body of Shengwang Pengcheng lay horizontally on the ground. In the starry sky, holy blood flows like a river.

The ten-thousand-year feather in the eyebrows of Shengwang Pengcheng was intact, but it didn't play any role.

However, the Flying Saber seemed to be in a different time and space from this Ten Thousand Years Feather, ignoring Ten Thousand Years Feather's soul defense, and forcibly beheaded the Holy King Pengcheng!

Yu Ling's heart was surging, killing a holy king was like slaughtering a dog, Master is really too powerful!

Ye Chen held the Immortal-Slaying Gourd in his palm, stepped on the void, and instantly appeared in another void tens of millions of miles away.

"Buzz!"

An old man with red hair and red eyebrows suddenly appeared in that void, exuding the mighty coercion unique to a holy king, and his aura was not weaker than that of the dead holy king Longyao.

Seeing Ye Chen appearing in front of him, this person knew that his traces had been exposed. He looked at Ye Chen with fear on his face, and said in a deep voice: "Friend Daoist, the old Chiyuan Sage King came from the ancient Chi family! Watching the ceremony, I have no intention of being an enemy of fellow Taoists, and I have never made a move from the beginning to the end! If there is any offense, I would like to offer a treasure to apologize!"

"He's a guy who knows the current affairs. Unfortunately, the hostility you showed towards the apprentice just now was sensed by the poor. Hiding in the dark is just to reap the benefits of the fisherman. I can't keep you."

Ye Chen shook his head slightly, and slightly bowed towards the fairy-killing gourd in his palm: "Please turn around, baby!"

The Chiyuan Holy King's face changed drastically, a scarlet pagoda filled with immeasurable holy power rushed out of his eyebrows and enveloped him, and his figure retreated a million miles in an instant.

In the next quarter of an hour, the figure of the Holy King Chiyuan froze in place, and his soul fell into a coma.

"brush!"

The Immortal Chopping Flying Knife appeared on the top of the Holy King Chiyuan's head, circled his head for three times, and chopped off his head, bleeding continuously.

The third holy king has fallen!

Ye Chen didn't stop, the figure of the puppet incarnation flickered everywhere in the lonely starry sky from time to time, and a series of calm and breezy voices sounded everywhere in the lonely starry sky: "Please turn around, baby!" "Turn around, baby!" "Please turn around, baby!" Turn around!"...

Following the sound of these sounds, the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife continued to light up everywhere in the lonely starry sky, taking away the lives of saints or venerables like gods of death.

Whether it is hiding in the depths of the void, using secret methods to escape to a distant place, or burning life force desperately, as long as there is any hostility towards Yu Ling, none of them can escape the slaughter of the Immortal Flying Knife.

Those present are the ancestors of many forces in the world. To deal with these guys, a treasure can solve it, so try not to expose more cards.

To solve them, Zhanxian Feidao is enough!

In a few breaths of effort, five saints and twelve Dao Slayer Realm Venerables have already fallen under the Flying Sword of Immortal Zhan, and everyone who was killed was terrified.

Even if there are still many saints alive, they don't have any desperate thoughts.

Even the Holy King was killed in seconds, what are they going to fight for?

"Fellow Daoist, forgive me!"

"I know I was wrong! From now on, I will never dare to think about congenital Taoism again, and I hope fellow Taoists will be merciful!"

"Fellow Daoist, do you really want to be an enemy of many emperors and immortal sects from all walks of life?"

"Fellow Daoist Lu, I just came here to broaden my horizons. I never dared to think of congenital birth. Please enlighten me, fellow Daoist!"

...

All of a sudden, some people begged for mercy in fear, some people threatened with sternness, how could there be any dignity of a superior person?

"Poverty Dao has his own judgement, all those who have coveted the young apprentice will be punished!" Ye Chen's indifferent voice sounded in everyone's ears, and many people couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief, but there were even more strong ones. The face of the victim changed drastically and he fled further away.

"Turn around baby please!"

"Turn around baby please!"

"Turn around baby please!"

...

Accompanied by the sound of shouting, one after another, heads lay horizontally, and the entire starry sky was completely stained red with blood, turning blood into a blood-colored starry sky.

Two saints fled to the nearby big world, but they still failed to escape Ye Chen's pursuit, and they also died tragically under the flying sword of Zhanxian.

Not long after, the war ended.

The monks who survived all secretly thought that they were lucky, and each of them had a look of lingering fear on their faces.

In this battle, three holy kings, nine saints, twenty-four venerables of the Dao Slashing Realm, and five Taoist masters who wanted to fish in troubled waters fell. The blood stained the starry sky and caused a sensation in the world!

A surviving sage asked fearfully: "Dare to ask you, what is the name of this treasure?"

"Slaying Immortal Flying Knife!"

Ye Chenyun said his name calmly, and disappeared in place with Yu Ling.

"Immortal Slaying Flying Knife? Could it be possible to slay immortals?" The saint's face was full of horror, and his voice was like a dream.

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