Chapter 222 I Have a Bold Idea!

"I'm not very capable, but I can slip away pretty fast." Ye Junlin curled his lips and said disdainfully.

Although there are only two fish that slipped through the net, it doesn't matter. Overall, it is quite satisfactory.

If there were a few more waves of underworld armies, there would really be no drop of the immortal power in his body.

After all, with a mere Celestial Immortal-level cultivation, forcibly activating the legendary Immortal Lord-level immortal weapon is really a waste of immortal power!

What's more, he also used one Qi to transform three pure things, and had to activate two more Immortal Lord-level immortal weapons. The pressure was actually quite high.

As for Ye Junlin's distress, if other immortals knew about it, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood!

Just kidding, if you can activate an Immortal Lord-level fairy weapon with a Celestial Immortal-level cultivation level, you are already a monster-level existence.

And activating three Immortal Lord-level immortal weapons at the same time, this is probably not the ancestor of the monster!

Looking at that peerless figure, the monks were stunned and felt that their hearts could hardly bear it.

Good guy, those are hundreds of thousands of true immortals, and each one of them can stir up troubles in all directions in the Kunlun world.

As a result, Senior Ye was killed indiscriminately, killing as many as he came.

It’s really a rat biting a cow’s butt, rat food is awesome!

Fierce, too fierce!

It’s hard to imagine that there is such a strong man in this world! !

Strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong!

After a brief silence, the crowd burst into earth-shattering cheers.

Because they knew that the Eastern Region had just experienced an unprecedented catastrophe! As the savior who saved the fourteen states of the Eastern Territory, he was naturally as dazzling as the sun, causing countless creatures to worship him and feel grateful.

"Hahaha, as you can see, my master's cultivation is astounding, and his strength is unfathomable! Let alone hundreds of thousands of immortals, so what if there are millions and tens of millions more?"

Li Wujie's face flushed with excitement, he patted his chest, and said proudly, and those who didn't know thought he had a share of the credit.

"Does this guy really have no bottleneck period?" Hong Qianye murmured with an incredible expression.

I thought it was going to be an extremely brutal battle, but I didn't expect it to end so quickly!

In his impression, all the powerful immortals were just beings who could be killed instantly with the snap of a finger. Isn't this too outrageous?

"Miss, it seems that we still seriously underestimated Ye Shangxian's strength before." Fan Dezheng from Taoist Sect said with emotion.

In the past, if any Taoist lineage produced an immortal, it would usher in a period of great power. Therefore, in the public mind, an immortal meant invincibility and was the top of the food chain in the world of cultivation. But now, this concept has been completely broken.

It turns out that the gap between immortals can be that big!

"Miss? Are you listening?" Seeing that the woman beside him didn't respond, Fan Dezheng looked over in confusion, and then looked strange.

At this moment, An Miaoyi was looking at him dreamily, her eyes were filled with the figure in black holding a sword, her heartbeat was beating like a deer's, and her breathing was rapid.

Facing such a domineering and invincible man, she really had no resistance.

"Miss, pay attention to your appearance, your saliva is almost drooling." Fan Dezheng reminded me depressedly.

An Miaoyi's face turned red, she quickly wiped her saliva, then clenched her pink fist and hammered Fan Dezheng's chest, and said angrily: "Uncle Fan, you are talking nonsense, how can I not!!"

Fan Dezheng almost suffered a cardiac arrest. He clutched his chest and stumbled back a few steps, his face full of doubts about life.

No, I just kindly remind you, and you hit me with your fist? I am your Uncle Fan!

I used to hold you when you were a baby! Have you forgotten all about it?

"Oh, Uncle Fan, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it just now..." An Miaoyi realized that she had made a mistake, and like a child who had done something wrong, she lowered her head and apologized quickly.

"Ahem," Fan De was covering his chest, his face gradually softened, and he said with a wry smile: "Miss, it's my fault. I shouldn't have said anything. You continue, continue."

With that said, Fan Dezheng turned around, leaving behind a lonely figure.

See it.

An Miaoyi blames herself. She should learn to control herself.

Don't let any water flow...

Amid the cheers, Xue Wuhen suppressed the excitement in her heart and said with respect, "Senior Ye!"

"What are you doing~"

Ye Junlin raised his sword and turned around.

"Uh, um, on behalf of all the creatures in the Eastern Territory, I would like to express my heartfelt thanks to you!" immortal!"

"Well, as long as you are happy."

Ye Junlin put away his sword and stretched lazily, "The amount of activity today has seriously exceeded the standard. I'm going to lie down, and you can handle the rest by yourself."

After saying that, he flashed to the small island on Kunpeng's back. He leaned comfortably on the recliner and put on the eye mask skillfully. His expression was particularly peaceful and he began to fall asleep.

Life is very regular, and we maintain an ordinary person's schedule.

This scene fell into Xue Wuhen's eyes, with deep admiration in her eyes, "As expected of Senior Ye, this kind of state of returning to nature is something I cannot achieve."

Then, Xue Wuhen's eyes glanced at the Yuhua Gate, and his eyes became cold, as if he had returned to the cold image of the decisive and decisive swordsman in white.

"The Yuhua Sect is acting rebelliously and colluding with foreign races to persecute our compatriots. This crime is unforgivable. Starting today, we will eradicate them!!!"

The cold and ruthless voice was like a sentence pronounced by the gods, echoing in this ancient fairy gate that has been passed down for a long time.

After being ravaged by the aftermath of the battle, the Yuhua Sect was already riddled with holes and devastated, but there were still some people who were struggling to survive. At this time, they were thinking about how to slip away. As a result, when they heard this voice, their eyes were filled with deep despair.

"No..."

The next moment, the monks sneered and attacked the remnants of the Yuhua Sect.

Screams and pleas for mercy rang out one after another.

The mountains collapsed with a rumble, all the buildings were destroyed, thick smoke billowed, and flames shot up into the sky.

"How could my Yuhua Sect be like this, how could it be like this!?" In the ruins, an elder cried bitterly, regretting too late.

"Fellow Taoists, no one is without faults, can you give me a chance? Even if I have to be punished by thunder, I will accept it!" Some inner disciples begged bitterly, trying to fight for a glimmer of life.

But no matter what they did, they could not escape the fate of being killed.

On weekdays, this group of elders and disciples of Yuhua Sect are all top-notch strongmen in the outside world, with halos and many honors on their heads, but now, they have become rats crossing the street and everyone shouts and beats them. Anyone caught will be killed without mercy.

It's really a cycle of change, sad and lamentable!

"Look, that's the Sutra Library!"

"Oh my god, there must be a lot of Taoist methods in it, first come first served!"

"Go!"

Many cultivators took this opportunity to rush into the Sutra Library to search for skills, their faces full of excitement.

After all, Yuhua Sect has stood in the East Region for countless years, and there are so many Taoist methods collected. This is a huge temptation. Now there is a chance to plunder, of course everyone is unwilling to let it go.

Boom!

At this moment, a large group of terrifying red flames fell, and the Sutra Library exploded instantly on the spot, with flames flying all over the sky, and countless jade tablets containing Taoist methods disappeared.

Looking at the blazing sea of ​​fire in front of them, many excited monks were stunned.

A big fire ruined their dreams.

Who was so crazy that he actually did such a wicked thing that was struck by lightning!

"Fuck, who did it? Come out and fight!" A tall male monk fell into a rampage state, roaring with bloodshot eyes.

"Hehe, are you sure?" A voice with three parts of playfulness and seven parts of lightness sounded, and a red figure slowly landed in front of everyone.

"Hiss~!!!"

The tall man took a deep breath, as if a basin of ice water was poured down and cooled him from head to toe.

Who is this?

Ye Shangxian's most beloved disciple!

Gao Danan wanted to strike hard, but when he saw the person coming, he immediately became timid, with a cautious and flattering smile on his face.

"Hong, Fairy Hong, may I ask why you want to burn down this Sutra Library? Isn't it better to keep it for the benefit of future generations?"

Hong Qianye sneered, "No reason, it's burned, you have a problem with me?"

"Ah this,"

Gao Danan was stunned, then smiled and said, "Fairy Hong is really a person of temperament, I admire you."

"Get lost!"

Hong Qianye flicked her sleeves and shouted impatiently.

"Okay!"

Gao Danan was as if he had been pardoned, and he turned around and ran away in fear.

Others saw this and also dodged away.

Slip away, can't afford to offend.

"Tsk, a bunch of rabble." Hong Qianye said with contempt, then turned his head to look at the burning fire, the firelight reflected his flawless, beautiful face that made all women in the world jealous.

The beautiful phoenix eyes were filled with excitement.

"Yes, that's the feeling!"

In the past, his favorite thing to do in the Central Region was to burn down the Sutra Library of a certain sect. He would have a sense of accomplishment of destroying other people's hard work. Now he picked up his old job again, and the familiar feeling came back.

At this time.

In the ancient temple deep in the Yuhua Gate, there was a tablet of the founder of the sect. It was cold and deserted, and the atmosphere was full of solemnity and solemnity.

Bang!

The door was kicked into pieces.

Li Wujie stepped in with a long knife.

"Humph, I thought there was something here, but it turned out that there was a piece of rotten wood!" Li Wujie looked at the tablet at the top without any awe, and said with disdain.

Suddenly, he stroked his chin, and a bad smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Li Wujie had a bold idea for this tablet that symbolized the founder of Yuhua Sect...

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