Although it had been a few days since Lu Ye was promoted to Tianjiu, since he had not demonstrated his cultivation in front of others since his promotion, he was still marked as Tianba on the Lingxi List.
In the entire Lingxi battlefield, no one except Hua Ci knew that he had been promoted to Tianjiu.
The first two times he left Ten Thousand Poison Forest, his whereabouts were quickly exposed, attracting many monks from Ten Thousand Demon Ridge to chase and intercept him, making it extremely lively.
This time, it was much cleaner. After Zhi Yu made the spirit boat fly hundreds of miles, he saw three streaks of light rushing past in the distance.
In the core circle, many monks fly up and down in the air for the convenience of traveling. Generally speaking, there is not much risk, because as long as you are alert enough, even if you are hit by the enemy, you will still have a chance to escape unless you are defeated by the enemy.
The speed difference is too big.
Seeing those three streams of light, Lu Ye flew straight towards them.
The three people over there obviously saw Lu Ye, so they stopped and waited.
The three of them didn't know where they came from, let alone where they were going. Lu Ye didn't know their camp, and they didn't know Lu Ye's camp either. The reason why they dared to stop where they were was undoubtedly because of their strength in numbers.
If everyone is in the same camp, there will naturally be no disputes. If they are in hostile camps, with three against one, they can take advantage.
The distance between each other quickly narrowed.
When they reached about 100 feet, one of the three people suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. He looked towards Lu Ye with all his eyesight and said at the same time: "Senior Brother Li, do you think that guy looks like Lu Yiye?"
The other two people were startled, and the monk called Senior Brother Li said, "Don't scare me."
Suddenly, they remembered that this place was not too far from Ten Thousand Poison Forests, and it was really possible to meet Lu Yiye. He quickly used his eyesight, and what he saw was a young man approaching them quickly. The young man was still crouching on his shoulders.
Holding a snow-white monster.
Who is it if it’s not Lu Yiye?
"Run!" the monk surnamed Li shouted, and the three of them suddenly panicked, set up their escape lights and tried to escape from the place.
However, it was already too late. When the sound of breaking through the air sounded, nine streams of light were divided into three batches and attacked the three people.
The cultivation level of the three of them is not too high. How can two Tianba and one Tianqi block Lu Ye's power of imperial weapons?
Short screams rang out, and blood fell from the sky. By the time Lu Ye arrived at their original location, all three of them were dead.
After being promoted to Tianjiu, Lu Ye's strength increased greatly, and he could kill these Ten Thousand Demon Ridge monks with greater ease.
Yiyi stepped out, casually swept the battlefield, took back the loot, and Lu Ye was on his way again.
Along the way, whenever he met a monk, Lu Ye would step forward to confirm the opponent's camp.
After a few days, none of the monks from Ten Thousand Demon Ridge whom he encountered were spared, and they were all killed on the spot.
Three days later, Lu Ye's figure appeared outside the protective formation of the Wan Mo Ridge station called Xuan Qing Palace.
With eyes blessed by insightful spiritual patterns, observe the nodes of this formation.
A monk with long sleeves and wide robes came after hearing the news and shouted to Lu Ye through the large light screen: "Who is here?"
After asking, he looked at Lu Ye carefully, then his face changed drastically, and he cried out in horror: "Lu Yiye?"
The monk was so frightened that his face turned pale. He never expected that the famous Lu Yiye would suddenly appear outside his residence, and judging from his posture, it was obvious that he had come with bad intentions.
He hurriedly activated his spiritual power and shouted: "Lu Yiye is here!"
With a roar, the station suddenly boiled, and streams of light rose into the sky and rushed towards this direction.
Outside the light curtain of the large formation, Lu Ye had raised his hand to shoot out several formation flags. As he performed some actions, the flow of spiritual power stopped in the light curtain in the area covered by the formation flags.
He raised his hand and lifted a corner of the formation like a door curtain, and Shi Shiran walked in.
At this time, several faster monks have arrived here, and more are already on the way.
The monks who rushed here saw Lu Ye breaking into their residence, how could they be polite? They all mobilized their means to attack Lu Ye.
The moment the Panshan Sword was unsheathed, Lu Ye's figure moved and swayed with the blessing of the Wind Spirit Pattern, avoiding all attacks with incomparable precision, and rushed straight in front of a monk, raising the knife and dropping it.
Blood splatters!
He kept moving and rushed towards the next one...
In just three breaths, five corpses were lying on the spot, and blood was dripping from the Panshan knife.
More monks gathered, and one Tianjiu roared loudly: "Lu Yiye, you are looking for death!"
Breaking into one's own residence and killing people single-handedly was something that no one could bear. Looking at the figures lying in a pool of blood, the eyes of many monks in Xuanqing Palace turned red.
When the nine monks finished speaking that day, a stream of Taoist magic and the power of imperial weapons struck towards Lu Ye like a rain of rain.
There was a crashing sound and as fiery red spiritual energy flowed, Lu Ye spread his wings from his back and soared into the sky. All attacks directed at him were hit in the air.
He crossed the crowd and stared at the Tianjiu monk who was shouting. The fiery red wings behind his back only flapped slightly twice before he pounced directly in front of the person.
An indescribable sense of oppression came towards him, accompanied by cold murderous intent. The anger and humiliation on the face of the nine monks that day had been replaced by shock and horror. Seeing Lu Ye rushing towards him, his figure fell rapidly downwards.
Although he also has Tianjiu cultivation level, he is not even qualified to break into the Lingxi Ranking. How can he feel safe when being stared at by a Ranking One like Lu Ye.
Now if you want to kill Lu Ye, you can only rely on the advantage of numbers.
The body was moving, and Lu Ye had already rushed forward.
Why is this guy so fast? A thought popped into the mind of the ninth cultivator.
The flying wing spirit pattern is much more flexible than the flying weapon, not to mention that Lu Ye also blessed himself with the wind spirit pattern in order to advance faster.
With the two spiritual patterns activated at the same time, it is not an exaggeration to say that his speed is as fast as lightning.
The Panshan Sword wrapped in flames struck at Tianjiu cultivator. The opponent raised the spiritual weapon in his hand to resist. However, as soon as the two spiritual weapons came into contact, he felt an overwhelming force coming towards him. He held it in his hand.
The spiritual weapon flew out of his hand, his mouth burst open, and his arm ached.
The whole person was suppressed by the huge force and fell to the ground uncontrollably.
Seeing that Lu Ye's second sword was about to strike, he was horrified. He hurriedly reached into his storage bag and took out a golden amulet.
Before he could slap the golden amulet on his body, Lu Ye's long sword had already been chopped off.
Blood spilled and bodies separated.
Waves of exclamations sounded from below, mixed with sad roars.
Without him, the person Lu Ye killed was the guardian of Xuanqing Palace!
In the Xuanqing Palace, the guardian did a very good job and took good care of his junior brothers and sisters. Seeing him beheaded, the monks in the Xuanqing Palace naturally felt sad.
Lu Ye didn't know that this was someone's guardian envoy. He just made a guess. After all, even for the sects in the core circle, each family has a limited number of Tianjiu monks. Each one is a valuable talent. Be strong first.
Killing one can firstly reduce the pressure on yourself, and secondly, it can also deter the enemy.
But now it seems that the deterrent effect is not great, but it has inspired the determination of these Xuanqing Palace monks to share the same hatred.
Everyone looked at him with red eyes, almost overflowing with anger.
After killing the Tianjiu cultivator, Lu Ye's figure fell down. When he reached the ground, he turned around and followed the direction of the ground, heading towards the place where the crowd was the densest.
The weapon box at his waist buzzed, and nine imperial weapons flew out, twisting and turning around each other, like a top crashing into the crowd. Lu Ye's figure followed closely behind the imperial weapon top, and the Panshan knife in his hand kept swinging and slashing.
Screams and roars sounded one after another.
And the roaring sound of amber.
Every roar severely impacted the minds of the monks in front, making them dizzy. Lu Ye took the opportunity to kill him.
After a round of collision, more than ten corpses were lying on the spot. Lu Ye's whole body was stained red with blood, including his own and the enemy's.
With one enemy against many, it was impossible for him to remain unscathed. Fortunately, he had the guardian spirit pattern that he could use to protect his vital positions.
Lu Ye returned to the large light screen again, pointing the long knife diagonally at the ground in his hand, his eyes slightly lowered. Many Xuanqing Palace monks opposite had lost their anger just now. Everyone looked at Lu Ye in disbelief. What should have been a noisy scene turned out to be
It suddenly became extremely quiet.
Before that, if someone had told them that there was a person in this world who could single-handedly enter a sect's headquarters and kill everyone, and that it was a core sect's headquarters, no one would believe it.
No matter how strong your strength is, it has its limits.
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Even Feng Yuechan and Li Baxian, who were among the three major cancers, could not do such a thing at the beginning. First of all, how to break through the protective formation and break into the station was a problem for them.
But now, such a thing is right in front of them, happening under their noses!
With a storm in their hearts, looking at the blood-covered figure in front of them, a group of monks from Xuanqing Palace wanted to ask, are you still a human being?
Lu Ye didn't waste any time. When the nine imperial weapons buzzed, he once again charged towards the enemy formation.
Taking a lesson from the past, the Xuanqing Palace monks immediately dispersed and retreated towards the rear. Lu Ye followed them and chased them, rushing all the way, laying down corpses along the way.
Fight straight to the square in front of the Tianji Palace, where nearly seventy monks are already waiting and arranging their troops.
There are not many monks stationed in the core circle. On average, there are only more than a hundred monks in each family. Even if there are more people, they will not exceed 200.
The same goes for Xuan Qing Palace. The entire sect, including its own monks and those from other sects, only has about 120 people affiliated with it.
However, in just less than a cup of tea, nearly 30% of the 120 people had been killed!
The remaining people all gathered in front of Tianji Palace Square.
Physical cultivation comes first, military cultivation comes second, and legal cultivation comes third. As for the ghost cultivators, they have all hidden their traces, looking for suitable opportunities to launch an attack.