With this move, Yang Santai already realized that this man's cultivation level was far above him.
So after thinking for a moment, he didn't hesitate at all and ran away in a certain direction.
Seeing this, Feng Wuchen gently reached out his hand and caught Yang Santai back.
A strong person in the ninth level of the Heavenly Realm, who can become a king and ancestor no matter where he is in the world, but at this moment, Feng Wuchen was carrying him in front of him like a chicken, unable to move.
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For a moment, Yang Santai's eyes flashed with endless fear.
"You... you are the Dzogchen of the Heavenly Realm... No! Even if you are the Dzogchen of the Tianzun Realm, you cannot have such pressure. Who are you?"
Feng Wuchen ignored the other party, but asked coldly: "Xiao Ri Sect, are there any survivors?"
When asked, a ray of light flashed in Yang Santai's almost desperate eyes: "I told you, just let me go!"
Who would have thought that his words had just fallen.
"laugh!"
Then a muffled sound was heard.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Santai screamed like a pig being killed.
"Ah...ah...ah!"
In the blink of an eye, Feng Wuchen just glanced at him, and the terrifying sword energy completely shattered the remaining arm again. The pain was so heartbreaking that he completely lost his temper.
But at this moment, Feng Wuchen's death-like whisper came again: "If you continue to talk nonsense, I will destroy your legs..."
"I said...I said!"
After seeing Feng Wuchen's ruthlessness, Yang Santai no longer dared to negotiate terms with him.
He didn't know whether he could live if he said it, but he knew that if he didn't say it, he would definitely die, and it would be an extremely painful death.
"Although Xiaori Sect was wiped out by us, the disciples in the sect are not extinct. The old guy used the golden cicada's escape technique to abandon his body and brought them into the secret pavilion with the power of destiny. We don't know the secret pavilion.
At the entrance, just wait and wait here...I have told you everything I know...don't...don't kill me..."
However, Yang Santai didn't finish his words.
"laugh!"
Feng Wuchen shot out two sword lights from his eyes and killed him with one sword!
As soon as Yang Santai died, the other Chongyunguan disciples around him were so frightened that their legs weakened and they forgot to escape for a moment.
"Spare... spare your life... it's none of our business... we were all forced..."
But how could Guo Sihai believe the sophistry of these demons?
"Leave these words to my fellow disciples of Xiaori Sect who died!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure instantly disappeared on the spot, and he was seen dodging several times in succession, with the sword light flashing.
All the Chongyun Temple disciples around him were dead.
After killing Yang Santai and the group of Chongyun Temple disciples, the fierce look in Guo Zhenhai's eyes faded a little.
"Uncle Master's destiny has protected the surviving disciples... He is not dead yet! Our Xiaori Sect has not been destroyed yet!" After a while of admiration, he walked up to Feng Wuchen and bowed deeply: "Thank you, Master.
Take action to avenge my Xiaori Sect members!"
Feng Wuchen's expression was indifferent, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes: "You are just a fallen person in the world, why do you need to express your gratitude? But you, you can't be resurrected after death, so you still need to express your condolences..."
Guo Zhenhai bit his lip and nodded: "I understand!"
Feng Wuchen immediately looked into the depths of Xiaori Sect: "Do you know where the entrance to Xiaori Sect's secret pavilion is?"
Guo Zhenhai nodded quickly: "Master, please come with me!"
After a while, they saw that several people had reached the depths of Xiaori Sect. This place was originally a dense bamboo forest, but at this moment, it had been destroyed by the fire of war.
Guo Zhenhai walked to an area that was mostly burned by fire. He slashed out with his sword and the ground shattered, revealing a medium-sized altar.
In all the heavens and worlds, many great forces have built all kinds of forbidden places and secret pavilions.
The principle is that the Sumeru world is hidden. Once the sect encounters a disaster, this secret pavilion will be their last refuge.
As for the entrance to the so-called secret pavilion, some are stone tablets, some are altars, and may even be rockeries and pools, all of which are used to conceal people's eyes and ears.
Guo Zhenhai cut his palm and dripped the blood on the altar.
"Wow!"
There was a flash of red light, and in the next moment, everyone had disappeared into the bamboo forest and appeared in a huge cave.
As soon as everyone landed, there was murderous aura coming from all around.
"Yin!"
Several sword sounds reached his ears, Feng Wuchen raised his brows lightly, and thought.
"Wow!"
All the sword energy around him dispersed.
The sword attack was broken, and the attacker's face suddenly changed, and he retreated subconsciously, a burst of despair igniting in his heart.
But when they saw the person clearly, a glimmer of hope ignited in their desperate eyes.
"Uncle Zhenhai..."
"Elder!"
"You...you are finally back!"
"Uncle Master, Xiaori Sect...is destroyed!"
"..."
Looking at his fellow disciples who were all covered with injuries, Guo Zhenhai gritted his teeth and asked tremblingly: "Where is the Supreme Elder?"
This has just been said.
"Is Zhenhai back?" An extremely weak old man's voice came from the depths of the cave.
"The Supreme Elder!"
After hearing this voice, Guo Zhenhai immediately activated his body skills and disappeared from the spot.
After Guo Zhenhai left, those disciples looked at Feng Wuchen and others with deep emotion.
"You are..."
Several disciples of the Xiaori Sect who returned to the sect with Guo Zhenhai said: "This is the Zhentian Sword King! He is the great benefactor of our Xiaori Sect. Have you met the prince soon?"
The Heaven-Suppressing Sword King?
Everyone just felt that it sounded a little familiar.
But thinking that he came back with Guo Zhenhai, he should be the helper he invited, so he bowed obediently: "I have met the prince!"
"..."
Feng Wuchen nodded and said: "Let's go, take me to see your Supreme Elder!"
"Your Majesty, please!"
"..."
In a moment, Feng Wuchen and others arrived at the deepest part of the cave.
On one side of the stone wall, there was a bed of ten thousand-year-old black ice, and a bit of cold air was rising, spreading in all directions.
On the cold bed, an old man sat cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed.
However, if you take a closer look, you will see that this old man has no entity, but is translucent. He has obviously lost his entity. Even if he maintains this form, he is leaning on the Xuanbing bed he is sitting on.
This old man is Gu Boqing, the Supreme Elder of Xiaori Sect.
"Uncle Master..."
Guo Zhenhai knelt on his knees. Seeing the old man in such a state, even though he was a man of iron bones, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
At this time, another gray-haired old man came forward and asked Guo Zhenhai: "Zhenhai, during this trip to the underworld, did you find the medicine to bring the dead back to life?"
But before Guo Zhenhai could answer, a slightly sarcastic voice came out: "Ha... if I find it, will I still look like this when I come back this time? Resurrection from the dead, you guys believe it? Xiaori Sect's luck
It’s all over. Instead of reaching this point today, it would be better to listen to my proposal and become a vassal of the Zhao family! Everyone can survive..."
Everyone turned around following the voice, only to see that it was a young man who spoke.
Chapter completed!