"Coming!"

Mrs. Sanmiao whispered: "He came so quickly. He has already devoured the Ten Thousand Poison Sect in just three days. This old guy, the Poison God, is too spineless."

It is easy to defeat a sect, but difficult to subdue a sect.

Are the disciples in the sect sincerely surrendering?

Have all the belongings in the door been obtained?

How to arrange the surrendered disciples?

How to separate them from the Poison God to prevent them from forming a small group?

…

Originally, according to Mrs. Sanmiao's thinking, Minghua Sect needed time to digest the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

After all, according to the news from the hidden stake, the Wan Du Sect was indeed not destroyed, and most of the disciples were subdued by Taoist Wu Xin.

Although they are basically ordinary disciples with low strength.

But it also shows that Taoist Wu Xin is determined to conquer various sects and establish greater power.

How did he come so quickly?

The Ghost King bowed his hands and saluted, and said solemnly: "Brother Yuyangzi, everything is going according to plan. The heavy burden of whether the Holy Religion can survive lies on your shoulders. Please be careful."

Mrs. Sanmiao slowly saluted: "Please leave everything to Brother Taoist."

Yuyangzi took a deep breath and flew out of the hall.

Six or seven masters of the Changsheng Hall followed Yuyangzi and prepared for him as the leader.

"Yu Yangzi is a bit stupid."

Yi Qingchen smiled at the Poison God and said, "How dare he believe the lies of the Ghost King and Mrs. Sanmiao, and come forward to see me first? He really wants to die rather than live."

The Poison God laughed and said, "Yuyangzi thinks very highly of himself and is headstrong. When someone praises him, he doesn't know how high the world is. He thinks he is really invincible."

"Brother Wu Xin is here. I'm sorry to hear you come from afar, but I hope you'll forgive me!"

Yuyangzi's face was full of spring breeze, and he said happily: "Brother Taoist, please move to the Palace of Eternal Life. I have ordered people to prepare a banquet. Let's sit down and chat slowly."

"What to talk about?"

Yi Qingchen asked, "Tell me how your Changsheng Hall was destroyed?"

Yuyangzi's face froze, showing an embarrassed look.

He was already furious in his heart, but he still pretended to be nonchalant on the surface, and said with a smile: "Brother Wuxin Dao really likes to joke. My Changsheng Hall and your sect have no grudges in the past, and we have no enmity in recent times. Why do you want to quarrel with me in the Changsheng Hall?"

Yi Qingchen's mental power had already locked onto the positions of the Ghost King Sect and the Hehuan Sect, and then he launched his flying sword directly.

Yuyangzi was still waiting for his reply, but a black and red sword light suddenly flashed in front of her eyes.

A ray of sword light was like thunder and lightning, striking in front of Yu Yangzi in an instant.

"Sneak attack?"

Yuyangzi was so angry that he didn't care about cursing in the street and raised the Yin-Yang Mirror to hold it against the light of the sword.

At the slightest contact, the white mirror light suddenly sank.

Yuyangzi was horrified and hurriedly improved his skills to activate the power of the Yin-Yang Mirror.

The white light suddenly turned black, and then turned white again after an instant.

The two colors of black and white are constantly rotating, and the feminine and masculine power alternately flashes, removing the edge of the flying sword.

Yuyangzi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Taoist Wuxin was really powerful and could actually overwhelm him.

But if this is just the case, it is impossible to destroy the Changsheng Hall.

Yuyangzi thought to himself: "The Poison God's ability is on par with mine. It is impossible to defeat the Poison God with this ability alone. This person must have some tricks up his sleeve."

Thinking of this, he suddenly decided to strike first.

As he activated the magic weapon, a powerful rebound force emerged from the Yin and Yang Mirror.

The more he wants to bounce the edge-cutting sword back to attack the owner of the flying sword.

"The rotation of yin and yang, rebound attack, this mirror magic weapon is quite interesting."

Yi Qingchen muttered, and the flying sword glowed.

Not only was it not bounced out by the Yin-Yang Mirror, it actually caused the Yin-Yang Mirror to sink a lot again.

It was about to fall on Yu Yangzi.

The situation is critical!

"Do it!"

Yu Yangzi shouted loudly, and his men immediately released their magic weapons to hit Yi Qingchen.

Those magic weapons come in different colors, but are extremely powerful.

Some magic weapons emit a brilliance that is several feet in size, some magic weapons only have a needle-like thin light, and some magic weapons are just smashed down by the main body. There are all kinds of magic weapons, forming all kinds of strange brilliance.

Yi Qingchen glanced at it and couldn't help but shake his head.

rough.

It's really rough.

The magic weapons refined by the masters of the Changsheng Hall are far less mysterious than Yuyangzi's Yin-Yang Mirror, and they are all "big bosses" with a single attribute.

The magic weapon system in the Zhuxian world is too simple, with only a few mysterious magic weapons.

Others, such as blood-devouring beads, soul-stirring rods, Tianya swords, and dragon-slaying swords, are all presented through the power of the materials themselves, and not much development has been done.

Only a few items, such as the Fulong Cauldron, the Albizia Bell, and the Samsara Disk, have been endowed with special functions.

Yi Qingchen discovered this problem when he was refining the Fate-Zhanying Sword.

When he smelted the blood-devouring beads and the soul-stirring rod, he mixed in the techniques he had learned to transform the two magic weapons. Otherwise, ordinary magic weapon sacrificial refining methods alone would not be able to change the shape of the magic weapons.

However, if this world can refine a high-end product like the 'Fulong Cauldron' with its own formation, there must be a more advanced method of refining magic weapons.

The yin-yang mirror in front of you is a good example.

Yuyangzi needs to be captured alive!

With this thought in mind, Yi Qingchen suddenly retracted his sword.

The black and red sword light turned like a rainbow, and suddenly appeared in front of the magic weapons of the masters of Changsheng Hall.

Hee hee hee…

The sword light was so sharp that it cut various magic weapons into pieces.

The gap in strength, the gap in magic weapons, the gap in momentum, each gap can determine the outcome, let alone all three gaps together.

He slashed away everyone's magic weapons with one sword and swept them away with another sword. The blood quickly escaped from the body like a thick mist and enveloped the sword.

The blood mist that initially enveloped the sword was two to three feet long. After one breath, all the blood mist poured into the sword.

Bits and pieces of energy poured into the body and quickly turned into true essence.

The true essence is tempered by Xuan Bing and Yang Fire before blending into the sea of ​​qi in Dantian.

A drop in the bucket.

Yi Qingchen can no longer take this gain seriously.

"You dare!"

Yuyangzi was instantly furious, and his eyes turned blood red.

The light of the Yin-Yang Mirror surged, and he abandoned the Fate-cutting Sword and went straight for the 'Wuxin Taoist' himself.

"Don't do it yet!"

The Ghost King and Mrs. Sanmiao looked at each other, and their tacit understanding was as steady as an old dog.

Take action?

The situation is still unclear. If we take action, we will put ourselves in danger.

Whether or not to take action depends on whether Yu Yangzi's furious attack can bring out Wu Xin Taoist's true abilities.

"If rage is useful, why should I practice hard?"

Yi Qingchen pressed down his empty palm indifferently, and the edge-cutting sword suddenly flashed and directly cut through the black and white mirror and stabbed the Yin-Yang Mirror body.

The next moment, the Yin-Yang Mirror collapsed and fell into Yi Qingchen's hands.

The true energy surged, instantly penetrating all the restrictions of the Yin-Yang Mirror, and erasing all the marks of Yuyangzi.

Yuyangzi vomited blood continuously, his face was pale, and his eyes were filled with fear.

How is it possible?

How could someone be so powerful?

Even if Taoist Wuxin cut off the Yin-Yang Mirror, he would not be so frightened. However, Taoist Wuxin cut through the mirror light of the Yin-Yang Mirror without damaging the Yin-Yang Mirror itself, and then forcibly refined the Yin-Yang Mirror.

This strength is far above Yu Yangzi, not on the same level at all.

The Ghost King was no longer in the mood to watch any more.

He made a magic trick and turned into a black light and flew away quickly towards the ground.
Chapter completed!