Urban Medical God

"You guys have been following you for most of my life, and you will inevitably end up dead in the end. If you are willing to stand by my side, maybe the end will not be so miserable.

Before the hoarse voice finished speaking, a green killing light flashed across his eyes. The Yin Demon Saint Ancestor turned his head slightly, and a trace of red overflowed from the corner of his face.

He stuck out his tongue and licked it, and his eyes gradually darkened: "It seems that you old guys have already made plans to disobey me!"

Wen Qingshan waved his sleeves and said loudly: "Tianfeng Pavilion from top to bottom, fight to the death!"

"Jie, Jie, Jie, old man, if you don't eat the toast, you'll be fined!"

Another sarcasm came, and the old blood demon of the Blood Demon Sect appeared. The cat cried and the mouse looked at the people in Tianfeng Pavilion with fake compassion, and shook his head hypocritically.

"Luo Cheng, what do you think?"

A hoarse voice spoke, and above the void, a tall and stalwart man appeared amidst the banter of the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor. It was none other than the leader of the Shura Sect, Blood Shura Luocheng, who had fought with Tian Xuexin on the Maple Leaf Stage!

"Tianfeng Pavilion ignores the rules of the alliance and colludes with the Tiangong Divine Sect. The former has already been killed. No need to say more today, kill!"

Compared to the old man Blood Demon and the Supreme Elder of Shenwu Palace, Luo Cheng's violent aura was extremely dignified.

"A worm shakes a tree, and you don't overestimate your own capabilities!"

The Yin Demon Saint Ancestor shook his head with pitiful eyes, as if regretting that Tianfeng Pavilion had cut off its path, and several major forces had defected to the Yin Demon Temple. The big hand behind this was already destined to win Tianfeng Pavilion. .

"Pavilion Master, give the order!"

The elders of Tianfeng Pavilion were already prepared to die when they saw the Blood Demon Sect, Shura Sect and others.

They all watched the battle at Maple Leaf Terrace, the tragic battle between Tian Xuexin of the Tiangong God Sect and the Yin Demon Temple. Now that the past scenes were coming back again, everyone had the belief that they would die.

There are so many powerful people on the side of the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor. No one can stop these forces from looking at the Heavenly Palace!

"Wen Qingshan, you can't change the current situation by yourself!"

The blood-colored robe swayed in the wind, causing ripples. Regarding the current situation, he was already sure of victory.

He shook his head regretfully, as if he was regretting the ending of Tianfeng Pavilion, but the ecstasy on his expression could not be concealed.

"In that case, you stubborn old guys, let's hit the road together!"

A cold voice made the final judgment, looking at the old man in green shirt below with indifference. As long as he dies, Tianfeng Pavilion will be a piece of fish on the chopping board!

"The sky is raining blood!"

The Yin Demon Saint Ancestor did not intend to delay. As soon as he came up, he activated his strongest martial arts. In the past, he relied on this move to severely injure the elders of the Zunling Celestial Clan.

In an instant, great pressure came to Wen Qingshan's head. If this move was allowed to fall, many strong men in Tianfeng Pavilion would instantly melt into the rain of blood.

"The majesty lasts forever!"

With a sharp shout, Wen Qingshan's seemingly thin body suddenly communicated with a trace of the will of heaven and earth. The clear light covered the hinterland of Tianfeng Pavilion and dispersed the dense cloud of blood.

A towering green mountain is reflected in the sky, which is Wen Qingshan's original defensive power.

"It's all in vain!"

Under the blessing of the power of blood rain, the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor's aura surged throughout his body. Facing the overwhelming force of the green mountains in front of him, the indifferent look in his eyes did not change.

His seemingly pale face was filled with almost insane ecstasy.

Just a palm lightly passed across the chest, and the green peak reflected in the sky above Tianfeng Pavilion looked like it had been sliced ​​off!

"boom!"

The green peak snapped from the mountainside, and not a single corner of the bloody robe was stained by dust.

The old man Blood Demon of the Blood Demon Sect and Luo Cheng of the Asura Sect on the side put away their previous self-respecting appearance, and instead felt a chill.

That seemingly careless palm actually shattered the full defense of a top sect leader in the Heavenly Palace in an instant.

"Hahahahahaha!"

A hoarse laugh came, and a touch of blood spurted out from Qingfeng's waist. Wen Qingshan groaned and flew out upside down.

Behind the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor, the vast void was like a prey that had been disemboweled. In his wild laughter, the green peaks connected to the sky disappeared, time and space drank in hatred, and blood flowed from the nine heavens!

"His realm!"

Wen Qingshan was horrified and looked at the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor in front of him in surprise. Even the Qingfeng that communicated the will of Tianfeng Pavilion and the world was casually split open. Compared with before, this guy's cultivation level is even more terrifying. No one knows. Where is the limit of the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor at this moment!

"If this is your trump card, that's the end of it!"

The downward gaze judged thousands of cultivators in Tianfeng Pavilion. The deep sense of powerlessness that emerged from everyone's hearts affected the hearts of everyone from top to bottom. Even Wen Qingshan, who was known as the strongest defense in the Heavenly Palace, was Unable to block an enemy's blow.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

The blue sword light flashed, the blood cloud condensed, and even the bloody light curtain behind the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor was cut open. At this moment, the world stood still.

"Frost Flower Sword!"

Speaking in a hoarse voice, the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor turned his head and looked back at a corner of the void, "Tian Xuexin, you still chose to die!"

"It's you that damn it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden gourd suddenly grew in size and hung down from the head of the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor!

The void fluctuated, and the bloody robe tore the void sideways to avoid it.

"boom!"

The huge gourd made a huge deep pit on the ground. After the shining golden light dissipated, the figures of Zun Lao and Ye Chen slowly appeared on the gourd's mouth.

Immediately afterwards, there was an overwhelming denunciation.

"How dare you offend Tianfeng Pavilion!"

Before the elder could speak, figures came one after another behind him. Thousands of warriors from Tianfeng City who had repelled the beast tide gathered in Tianfeng Pavilion.

"See the Pavilion Master!"

"See the Pavilion Master!"

Wen Qingshan, who was seriously injured, stared and saw the figure of the man on top of the gourd. Behind him, thousands of people's hearts gathered together.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

Wen Qingshan, who was in tears, saw this, and the corners of his eyes, which he had never said much, turned slightly rosy.

"Mr. Wen, leave the rest to us!"

Ye Chen said softly.

"Are you Ye Chen, the Lord of Reincarnation?"

Wen Qingshan was not unfamiliar with Ye Chen's name at all. This young man who had defeated the Yin Demon Temple several times was truly extraordinary.

Although he is only in the Taizhen Realm, for some reason, his tall and proud figure gives people a feeling of peace of mind.

In front of the Maple Leaf Stage, Tian Xuexin never spoke of his whereabouts until his death. The man whom the elders of the Tiangong God Sect protected with their own lives was standing in front of him at this moment.

This moment was like a dream.

"Ye Chen!"

The voice of the Yin Demon Saint Ancestor interrupted everyone, and there was actually a slight tremor in the hoarse voice.