"Don't think about your life and death at this moment, think about your sect and your family! Kill!"

The imperial envoy, whose body was cut into several sections, was covered in blood and had not fallen to the ground in the air. A censor's robe had already roared and rushed out.

He hid in a covered bridge, and there were more than 20 practitioners.

These practitioners did not wear official robes, and were all practitioners from some practice areas and prominent families around Jiankang City.

These practitioners knew very well that Ziyun was not comparable to them, and they could only die when they went up, but the censor's roar made them rush out with great courage.

Who doesn’t want their sect to last forever and can last forever? Who doesn’t want their family to be prosperous and prosperous? Don’t be displaced like those unprotected untouchables?

In the eyes of these people, it is worth it to exchange their own life for the safety and wealth of the master and family.

"Swish!"

The more than 20 practitioners just flew out and felt a sudden silence around their bodies. The true energy aura that stirred each other on their bodies was also suppressed by a terrible force, just like clusters of just-ignited small flames directly suppressed by a lake.

"ah!"

Many of them screamed in horror. They suddenly found that the censor who was rushing to the front was still roaring, but the censor's body was broken with his waist. The censor's upper body was still rushing forward, giving people the feeling that he was twisting his body two pieces.

But the most terrifying thing is that Ziyun has already arrived in their formation, among them more than 20 people.

"You guys..."

Ziyun's sneer sounded, not only to these people's ears, "You claim to be loyal to the country. Before the war between the Southern Dynasties and the Northern Wei Dynasty was tense, most of you were hiding and hiding. It was not that the people of the border army fought with my junior brother to save Zhongli. You are not unable to fight, but before you touch your true interests, you are like turtles. The border war was tense, and it felt like you were almost dead in the Southern Dynasties, and there were not many powerful practitioners to help. Until now, you all have emerged. So this is the so-called world of wise kings and holy kings? So as the old saying goes, the general who can fight desperately is not as good as a dog beside the emperor who can ask for food. Even if the Northern Wei really fights in, you may not fight to the death, but instead surrender directly. You are like dogs, what's the use of practicing cultivation? Wasting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth!"

He kept sneering, and although he didn't think about every word and said whatever he thought, these words made many people feel embarrassed and angry.

"Shut up!"

The Empress Dowager had a fierce murderous intent in her heart. Although she and Shen Yue and He Xiuxing were known as the Three Saints of the South, she was always at the last place among the Three Saints and were suppressed and lost. Shen Yue and He Xiuxing were the great enemies she had wanted to get rid of for countless years. In addition, due to the situation for many years, after Shen Yue and He Xiuxing died, He Xiuxing's true disciple was equivalent to her knot in her heart, and all her resentment had long been transferred to this person.

She was already angry just now because she failed to hit the attack. In addition, Ziyun's words at this time actually mocked her openly and implicitly, mocking her for having her peerless cultivation. Even when she was in the war between the north and the south, she cherished her feathers and did not leave the gate.

Her murderous intent was so great that a huge phantom of the demon-subduing pestle fell directly from the sky, like a miracle.

Puff puff puff puff...

The bodies of the more than 20 practitioners around Ziyun exploded and turned into blood mist.

The body was shattered but there was no Ziyun's body, only two footprints with starlight.

The Empress Dowager's face was extremely gloomy. Although she did not speak again, the hair behind her was constantly surging like demon snakes. The clouds were constantly changing above her head, and even many crystal energy like swords were blooming.

He Xiuxing, the true disciple, obviously obtained the complete Star-Treading Divine Arts in Tianyan Palace. Before, the Taoist in Tianyan Palace used the incomplete Star-Treading Divine Arts, so he left such footprints in the sky. Now that he left such footprints, it just means provocation to her.

"Swish!"

Ziyun's figure had already flashed in a riverside pavilion.

There was originally a woman in the palace dress sitting upright in this pavilion. The woman in the palace dress was over thirty years old and extremely beautiful. Before Ziyun's figure appeared, her ten slender fingers had already landed on the guqin in front of her.

The murderous intent just appeared on this Sanqin Guqin, and before it could really exert its power, a footprint appeared on her chest with a "bang".

As the footprints sank deep, blood gushed from her mouth.

When facing this kind of female cultivator, Ziyun treated him equally and did not hold back at all. Moreover, this female cultivator was the leader of the sect, not only the female official in charge of the palace music, but was originally a practitioner around the Empress Dowager.

Ziyun stepped on the female cultivator and the Sanxian guqin that originally belonged to this female cultivator was captured by his true energy and flew up in the air, following him like a living thing.

"Swish!"

Ziyun's body disappeared in an instant and swept forward dozens of feet. The Sanqin Guqin broke through the air with an astonishing speed, and the three strings cut countless chaotic romantic flows in the air as his true energy moved.

"when!"

A powerful true energy burst out from Ziyun's body and injected into the guqin. The guqin shook violently and made a deafening roar of gold and copper like a huge bell.

"Swish", "Swish", "Swish"...

The countless chaotic winds formed by the strings changed drastically in an instant, and they evolved into extremely condensed energy, just like countless sword energy killing in all directions.

Blood flowers continued to bloom, and more than a dozen practitioners lurking in the house and dozens of soldiers holding armor-breaking heavy crossbows had no time to show up before their bodies were penetrated.

"ah!"

The old man in the distance who had spoken before and asked Ziyun to keep his hands was heartbroken and almost fainted.

Although there are no more people killed here than those on the battlefield, all those who kill in this way are powerful practitioners. For him, this is the foundation of the Southern Dynasties being strangled. Dozens of these practitioners were strangled in an instant, and at this time they are in a spiritual waste. The losses of the Southern Dynasties may not be compensated for for decades.

The blood and energy swelled, the breath of death continued to spread, Ziyun escaped unparalleledly, which made the bravest people scared, but only one person was like in the land of spring, and he felt that the fragrance and delicious flowers were blooming around him.

The Demon Sect smiled calmly, his face was peaceful, like the gods and Buddhas in the temple, and the blood flowers of death were sweet honey in his perception.
Chapter completed!