This sword was first divided into two, then turned into ten, and finally turned into thousands of flying swords.
When the rain of swords rushed into the crowd, it was like a wolf into a flock of sheep, and the painful cries of monks resounded everywhere.
Patriarch Beiming's hatred for Qinglian Sect has been deeply rooted in his bones, and of course he will not let them go now.
Puff puff!
There was a muffled groan, and corpses fell to the ground one after another.
After a full hour, the courtyard finally became quiet.
The originally bustling sub-helm party has completely turned into a bloody Shura field.
Dinglongjian's sword was not dripping with blood, but it was glowing with a strange blood red. If it weren't for the support of the ancestor Beiming, the sword might have turned into a demon sword.
Lu Yu glanced around, and the whole Zhuang family's old house was dead silent.
"Why is there one left?" Suddenly, Lu Yu looked towards a corner of the house.
There was a huge wooden barrel there, surrounded by what seemed to be a kitchen, so the wooden barrel was very inconspicuous.
It's just that Lu Yu sensed a human breath in it.
"Get out." Lu Yu shouted coldly.
An exclamation came from the wooden barrel, but before he could reply, Lu Yu slapped it hard, smashing the wooden barrel directly.
A young man in white tumbled out from the inside, it was Yang Ming who had made a big splash before.
"Senior, spare your life, Senior, spare your life!"
As soon as Yang Ming came out, he immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
At that time, after Lu Yu slapped the Black Snake Guardian to death, Yang Ming decisively hid inside.
Although he has obtained divine light and his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, even the Black Snake Guardian is no match for this person in front of him, let alone him.
So, he hid here, planning to escape.
"Forgive me, I will give you everything in my Yang family. You can do whatever you want." Yang Ming began to plead.
For himself, he can abandon anything.
What is a home, isn't it just a bargaining chip in hand?
Lu Yu didn't want to pay attention to this kind of person at all, and with a single finger, he was ready to take Yang Ming's life away.
"He gave it to me." At this moment, Patriarch Beiming suddenly spoke.
On the Dinglong Sword, a hurricane-like vortex immediately emanated, swallowing Yang Ming whole.
Soon, a layer of blood oozed from the blade of Dinglongjian. That Yang Ming probably won't end well either.
The figure of Patriarch Beiming emerged from Dinglong Sword.
His figure is a bit illusory, and he is much weaker than before.
He once seized the house once, and his current state is similar to that of a ghost.
If a living person wants to cultivate, the most important thing is to have a clear mind. The reason why ghosts can be produced is that people still have an obsession after death, and they will not die with resentment.
If the obsession ends, Patriarch Beiming will probably disappear completely.
"You smashed the sculpture of Qinglian God and killed his guardian. According to his temper, he will never let you go. We have to speed up." Patriarch Beiming's eyes were bloody.
Just now he showed his supernatural power and killed tens of thousands of monks, but now he is still faintly exuding a terrifying murderous aura.
Following Patriarch Beiming, the two came to a library in the dealer's house.
After this place was occupied by the Qinglian Sect, all the exercises in the library were emptied, and the inside was modified to be a different place than the arena.
As soon as I entered it, I smelled a heavy bloody smell.
I saw that there were still many "people" standing inside, but these people's eyes were dull, like wooden stakes, motionless. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com