"Huh..."
There are no surprises.
The palm of the gods slammed into Chen Daoming.
A wave of black energy, with the power to corrode the soul, enveloped Chen Daoming in an instant.
"Jie Jie..."
Xie Feng let out a strange laugh, his voice full of contempt.
However, he smiled and froze in place.
I saw that after the black qi touched Chen Daoming's hat and robe, it all evaporated.
Chen Daoming's body could not be reached at all.
"Sure enough!"
Chen Daoming's eyes were full of light, and the expression of gratitude was beyond words.
"Young master, it turns out that everything is fine for you, but I am so stupid that I didn't understand it until now!"
Chen Daoming was so excited that his body trembled slightly.
"This is impossible!"
The evil voice woke Chen Daoming up.
"hehe… "
Chen Daoming smiled coldly and looked at Xiefeng as if he was looking at a dead person, "Xiefeng, you will surely die today!"
"Little doll, it's just you?"
After Xie Feng finished speaking, he took out a long black staff and pointed at Chen Daoming, "Since I can't get your body, I will destroy you!"
"Howl..."
A whistling.
The black air surged wildly, forming a storm in the blink of an eye.
"Huh..."
The surrounding trees were uprooted and turned into slag.
The ground was torn apart layer by layer and merged with the storm.
A terrifying scene, destroying the world.
This storm is coming.
In an instant, Chen Daoming was wrapped up.
"Little baby, die!"
A cruel smile appeared on Xie Feng's face.
"Howl..."
Only the sound of the howling storm remained.
a long time.
Calm was restored all around.
Within a radius of 100 meters, it was moved to the ground.
Xie Feng looked at the direction where Chen Daoming was, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
"It must be a dream!"
Xie Feng rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
I saw that Chen Daoming stood in place, intact.
Not a trace of damage was left.
"How could a little doll in the Golden Core Realm stop my move?"
"It must be a dream!"
Xie Feng's face was full of unwillingness.
"Hehe, Xie Feng, if you have any moves, just use them, otherwise, you will have no chance." Chen Daoming said.
"Hmph, it's just you? If you don't believe me, you can still resist it!"
Next, Xie Feng made a move.
Dark Corpse Explosion, Soul Devourer, Dark Night Elimination...
However.
useless.
Any means hit Chen Daoming without leaving him any harm.
Xie Feng gasped heavily, looking at Chen Daoming, his face full of fear.
"Xie Feng, the son has calculated everything, today is your death date!"
Chen Daoming picked up the long knife, stroked his silver hair, and sneered at the corners of his mouth.
"Master, what master?" Xie Feng asked.
"Dead man, don't need to know!"
After that, Chen Daoming's body disappeared.
Surrounded by silence.
Xie Feng's eyes swept around, and his mental power was on high alert, "Boy, pretend to be a ghost, get out of this seat."
The answer to him was silence.
It was as if he was the only one in the whole world.
"Impossible, how can a little Jindan doll have such means, even my consciousness can't scan it."
"Where did he go?"
A wisp of sweat dripped from Xie Feng's forehead, panicking.
"Hehe, here."
Sudden.
Behind him, there was a sound.
Xie Feng's scalp exploded, he turned around, and at the same time his body retreated violently.
However.
"Prick!"
The sound of a knife piercing into the flesh and blood sounded.
Xie Feng stared blankly at the long knife in his chest. Those gaps seemed to raise his mouth, mocking him.
"Prick..."
The long knife is withdrawn.
"Plop..."
Xie Feng fell to the ground, looking at Chen Daoming, his face was full of unwillingness.
After a few strokes of the body, there was no movement, and he couldn't rest his eyes.
Chen Daoming glanced at Xiefeng's corpse, and sneered, "Young master is so clever, no matter what you do, you won't be able to make any waves!"
"Young master, this hat and hooded robes look ordinary, but in fact they are extremely unusual!"
"Although I can't tell the rank, it must not be an ordinary spirit tool, but it is probably a mid-grade spirit tool!"
"Those who can refine mid-grade spirit tools have extremely powerful souls! If this is the case, doesn't it mean that the young master is not in the Void Realm at all, but in the Mahayana Realm?"
"Behind the young master, Tongtian sect master, isn't that the old monster of Transcending Tribulation Realm?"
Thinking of this.
"his..."
Chen Daoming took a deep breath.
Terrible, terrifying.
Unexpectedly, I, a little cultivator, would get such an opportunity.
This is a blessing that has been cultivated in several lifetimes!
"Young master gave me two mid-grade spiritual weapons, and it must be for me to slay demons and remove demons. Since the evil things have been eliminated, I must return them to my son!"
"However, it is really shameless to go to see the son with both hands empty!"
A look of embarrassment appeared on Chen Daoming's face.
"Don't worry, find something suitable, and then go to see the son."
Chen Daoming came back to his senses, his eyes swept around.
It was found that the entire mountain gate of the Tyrant Sword Sect had been moved to the ground, and now, there is only one main hall left.
"I don't know how Master is doing? Are they okay?"
Chen Daoming hurried to the hall.
Pushing the door open, I happened to see that dozens of people were wrapped in black gas and were struggling to support them.
Chen Daoming threw the hat.
"Om..."
The hat spun.
"Huh..."
A wisp of blue light fell like a thread of rain.
Blue light is like nectar, covering these people.
The black energy on them quickly dissipated.
The bucket hat was taken back, and Chen Daoming sighed.
"With my current strength, I can only exert one point of power at most with this spiritual weapon. If I hold it in the hands of the young master, I'm afraid it will destroy the world!"
Chen Daoming put away the hats and scorpions, and ran to an old man with a white beard, "Master, how are you?"
"Disciple?"
The white-bearded old man opened his eyes, a look of surprise on his face, "You saved us?"
Chen Daoming nodded and looked at the white-bearded old man, "Master, what's going on here?"
"Hey… "
The white-bearded old man sighed heavily.
"The evil race is ready to move."
"Our Tyrant Sword Sect was targeted by the puppet clan. That evil seal is not easy. Did he escape?" the white-bearded old man asked.
"He's dead!" Chen Daoming said.
"what?"
Everyone was shocked, even the white-bearded old man was surprised.
"You killed?" the white-bearded old man asked.
"En." Chen Daoming nodded.
"his..."
Everyone gasped, and their faces were full of disbelief.
"Teacher, how is this possible?" the white-bearded old man asked.
"Master, I was instructed by a senior. He gave me two treasures, so that I can kill these evil things!"
"However, that senior, don't let me say who he is, please forgive me!" Chen Daoming said.
Hearing these words, everyone nodded secretly.
"Hey, it's such a trivial matter, why don't you understand it! Tu'er, you saved the entire sect! It's up to you to be the sect master!" said the white-bearded old man.
"How can this be, Sect Master Qi is doing well!" Chen Daoming said.
A middle-aged man came out and clasped his fists respectfully, "Kaoming is very talented, and he has saved the entire sect from water and fire. I am willing to pass the position of suzerain to him, everyone, do you have any objections?"
"no!"
No one objected.
Small sect, it's that simple.
"Meet the Sect Master!"
Except for the white-bearded old man, the others knelt down facing Chen Daoming with respect.
Chen Daoming stood there blankly, his face showing unbelievable surprise.
Just because he saved everyone, he became the suzerain
"Teacher, since you are the sect master, this five-color divine lotus will be taken care of by you!"
After the white-bearded old man finished speaking, he took out a dazzling lotus flower and handed it to Chen Daoming.
As soon as this thing came out, there was exclamation all around.
"Zongzun actually took out the treasure of Zhenzong."
"This is a mid-grade elixir, and I can actually see it in my lifetime."
Chen Daoming picked up the five-color divine lotus, and his mind changed sharply.
"This is a mid-grade elixir!"
"You don't necessarily like the son, at least you can get it!"
Chen Daoming's eyes shone brightly.
"Teacher, there is still a month before it will be the Grand Prix of Yangzhou Zongmen, everything depends on you!" said the white-bearded old man.
"This… "
Chen Daoming was speechless for a while, and let himself be the suzerain, which turned out to be the plan.
"Zongmen Grand Competition, it seems that there are also rewards, which can be given to the son!"
Chen Daoming nodded secretly, "Master, don't worry, this time, the Tyrant Sabre Sect will become an eighth-class sect!"
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