Looking at the corpses all over the ground on Liuren Mountain, the other people from the ten sects, the three caves and five mountains, and the two major sub-helms, one counts as the other, and no one dares to speak, and no one even dares to breathe.
In the sky, dark clouds are gathering, the great sun has long since disappeared, twilight is falling, and the darkness is getting closer.
Quiet, boundless stillness.
Silence, endless silence.
The silence here shrouded everyone's heart, causing everyone to fall into a kind of endless fear.
The ancient breeze stood in the sky.
The snow-like white clothes were simple and clean, without a trace of blood.
The black hair fluttered in the wind on that stern face, and a pair of fierce eyes swept across the scene. The staring eyes were overwhelmingly cold, shocking, and frightening to the soul. No one dared to look at him, but anyone who touched him eyes, all lowered their heads in horror.
"Who's coming?"
When his voice came, it was neither loud nor mighty, but it shocked everyone in the audience.
Who is coming
Fenghui's sect master was violently killed by his three palms, more than ten Nascent Soul realm Taishang elders were strangled to death by one of his moves, and more than ten thousand Fenghui's disciples were killed or injured.
Under such circumstances, who dares to come
The answer is yes.
No one dared.
At this time.
A figure pierced through the void and came roaring.
It was an old man in purple clothes with a fat body.
The old man came against the wind, his aura was as vast as the sea, and the brilliance around him was ever-changing, and his aura was particularly astonishing.
Many people in the arena didn't know the old man, but those who knew were shocked when they saw the old man.
The old man is none other than the Patriarch of Jiangzhu Mountain, Daoist Nanqing Zhenren, a Nascent Soul old monster who has cultivated for more than three thousand years, and his spiritual power is truly unfathomable.
Not every Nascent Soul master who has practiced for thousands of years is qualified to be crowned as a boss.
Only Zifu Yuanying, after starting to 'change', is eligible to be called an old monster.
This is a hurdle.
It is a hurdle that many Nascent Soul masters cannot touch, and it is also a barrier.
If you can't cross this barrier, your cultivation will stop here. Once you cross it, the Nascent Soul can change infinitely, and every time you change, your own spiritual power will skyrocket. It is no exaggeration to say that every Nascent Soul monster The spiritual power is as vast and powerful as the sea.
As we all know, this Crimson Pearl Patriarch was already a well-known generation of masters in the Sifang Dayu before the catastrophe.
But almost everyone of a certain age has heard of his name.
Relying on the Changing Nascent Soul, the vast spiritual power, and the mastery of immortal skills, it is easy to wipe out thousands of people with a wave of hands, slaughtering people all over the family, and destroying people's sects. This Jiangzhu Patriarch was also a famous big shot in the four directions back then, the most brilliant one. In the battle, he once used the boundless Tongxuan martial art to wipe out thousands of troops on the spot, which is very terrifying.
Nothing.
Back then, he provoked King Chixiao and was hanged and beaten for three days and three nights. Since then, he has retired and rarely showed his face for five hundred years.
If Xiao Fan, the descendant disciple of Jiangzhu Mountain, hadn't sacrificed the letter talisman, I am afraid that this old Nascent Soul monster who has been reclusive for many years would not have rushed over in such a hurry.
"What's going on! Damn... what happened here!"
The ancestor Jiangzhu rushed over and saw that there were more than 10,000 people killed and wounded by Feng Hui on the ground. Even though he had practiced for three thousand years, he was also the master of murderous people back then, and his expression changed drastically when he was shocked by this scene.
"Old Ancestor! Old Ancestor!"
When Xia Pan'er saw the ancestor Jiangzhu, she was excited and worried, and rushed over desperately.
"Xiao Lian, are you... all right?"
When Jiangzhu Patriarch saw Xia Pan'er, a stone hanging in his heart fell to the ground. Immediately, he remembered something and asked, "Where is Xiao Fan?"
"Senior Brother Xiao Fan..."
Xia Pan'er flung herself into the arms of the ancestor Jiangzhu, not knowing how to speak.
"Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor..."
Someone called for Patriarch, Jiangzhu Patriarch looked over and found that the man who called him had both arms and limbs mutilated with blood, only the head and body were left standing in a pool of blood, he took a closer look, it was Xiao Fan.
"Faner!"
Seeing his disciple Xiao Fan, the ancestor of Jiangzhu came over instantly, his eyes were reddened immediately, under inspection, Xiao Fan's limbs were not only blurred, his cultivation base was also abolished, and he was left with only one breath.
"Who did it! Which bastard did it, I want to kill him!"
Wow!
Under the rage of the ancestor Jiangzhu, the brilliance of the whole body flickered wildly, and the billowing spiritual power burst out, like a tsunami, soaring into the sky, and the spiritual energy in the sky collapsed instantly, and the whole Liuren Mountain was also shaken violently. The shaking and the violent roar made people dizzy even more.
"Senior Nanqing, it's him! It's that demon who moved!"
"Ancestor Jiangzhu, this demon has killed many of our disciples, you must uphold justice for us!"
"Old Ancestor, more than ten thousand members of the Fenghui Sect were killed by this demon, you old man must kill him!"
"Old man, old man Shi Tong was also killed by the evil spirit, please hurry up and kill the evil spirit!"
People from the top ten sects, three caves and five mountains immediately surrounded him, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, they all angrily denounced Gu Qingfeng's crimes.
Gu Qingfeng killed more than 10,000 members of the Fenghui Sect, even Mr. Shi Tong.
The ancestor Jiangzhu couldn't help taking a breath, staring angrily, resisting the horror in his heart, and looking at Gu Qingfeng in the sky, the more he looked, the deeper the frown, the more the horror in his eyes became stronger, the more he looked The more unnatural the complexion becomes.
"who are you!"
With a whoosh, the ancestor Jiangzhu flew into the air, stared at Gu Qingfeng, paused every word, and said sharply.
"You are Nan Qing?"
Gu Qingfeng stood with his hands behind his back, looked at him, and asked lightly: "Nanqing from Jiangzhu Mountain?"
"I am Nanqing from Jiangzhu Mountain!"
Although the ancestor Jiangzhu was angry, he didn't act in time. After all, he had practiced for three thousand years, so he was naturally not an impulsive person. Have to be afraid.
certainly.
Dread belongs to dread.
It's just jealousy.
It is far from being afraid. Over the past three thousand years, the ancestor of Jiangzhu traveled all over the world, and he killed at least a hundred thousand people. He also killed many monsters, geniuses and wizards. Pointing at Gu Qingfeng, He shouted: "Baozi Wang, why did you kill my disciple of Jiangzhu Mountain!"
"If you kill it, you kill it, so what do you do?"
"Fucking bastard!" Jiangzhu Patriarch stared at him viciously, and said through gritted teeth, "I think you're courting death!"
"Ah!"
A smile suddenly crossed the corner of Gu Qingfeng's mouth, and said, "Nan Qing, do you have the guts?"
For some reason, looking at the evil smile at the corner of Gu Qingfeng's mouth, Nan Qing's heart inexplicably flashed with fear, especially when he touched Gu Qingfeng's dark eyes, it made his soul a little afraid .
"You son of a bitch! Who the hell are you!"
Nan Qing was afraid and a little apprehensive.
"Look who I am."