Qiu Wangyu's body was seriously injured originally. The magic weapon that was used to cultivate his life was chopped into pieces, and was invaded by the sword energy of the Zhuxian Sword. His injuries were much more serious than Mr. Ghost's.

Even Mr. Ghost couldn't move, and Qiu Wangyu had no power to resist.

Facing the menacing trio of masters and disciples of Tian Chengzi, Qiu Wangyu had no way of resisting.

Although the Four Holy Envoys and the Ghost King rushed up and tried to resist these three people.

But Daoxuan and Wan Jianyi entangled two of them, leaving the Ghost King alone to face the Zhuxian Sword.

The Ghost King gave a bitter smile and said in his heart that you really think highly of me.

All along the way, he only fished and paddled, and he could not be more stubborn. Unexpectedly, in the end, he became the only main force against the Zhuxian Sword.

Knowing that he had no way to escape, the Ghost King raised the skull hanging around his neck and barely blocked Tian Chengzi's sword attack.

After Tian Chengzi's fight with Mr. Ghost, his mana consumption became even more serious. He was unsteady when standing, breathing heavily, and his eyes began to turn slightly red.

Regardless of Tian Chengzi's virtue, the Ghost King has a lot. As long as he can activate the Zhuxian Sword, no matter how much his mana is consumed, even if he is seriously injured and dying, he can't defeat him. He blocked Tian Chengzi's sword for no other reason.

What, just to delay time.

Before a special person was cut in half, he could still survive without a breath and survive for a period of time, let alone Qiu Wangyu who practiced "Tian Mo Ce". I sealed the wound with a secret method and tried to regenerate flesh and blood.

"Pfft!"

Only Duan Hou, who was seriously injured, was able to escape and was photographed behind him by the Ghost King.

It must be said that "Tian Mo Ce" is really a first-class skill in the human world. If Qiu Wangyu's injuries were caused by Zhu Xian, even if it was the four-day divine weapon Tianya, that kind of injury would definitely kill him.

Kill me.

Qinglong's eyes lit up. Without that magic medicine, the final number of deaths and disabled people in Qingyun Sect would have been much higher.

Qinglong and Yang Gui were shocked and quickly supported their master.

Only then did Wan Jian's body tremble, and he finally felt the sorrow of the leader's death. I thought of the disintegration of the demon sect in the past seven or eight hundred years, and finally saw the dawn, but it was Gan who fell behind the dawn, and knelt down with seven bodies

He threw himself to the ground and kowtowed to Qiu Wangyu.

"Go, go slowly!"

The Poison God sprinkled a small piece of poisonous insects and was swept back instead of himself. Fairy Yuehua was seriously injured and slashed with the ring blade, cutting into pieces the Ghost King's magic power.

"Master, then..." Qinglong wanted to persuade him again.

"If he is bad, the position of leader will be passed on to him." Qiu Wangyu followed the good example.

"Bad, don't worry too much." Qinglong nodded, and without any refusal, he carried Tian Chengzi on his back, took the Zhuxian Sword and left.

"Sister, don't cry, we want it." Bai Hu held Suzaku's hand and comforted her sadly, "How can the leader be worried when he sees you like this?"

"Yes, seventh brother, you lost the leader's upper body." Suzaku cried even more sadly.

"Leader, your upper body was cut, and your brain was cut." It took a long time for Wan Jian to say those words, "There is no time limit, you can pick out the key points."

After a while, Bai Shi came out and said with a wry smile: "Senior Brother Qinglong, the Master used too much force and passed out again. You'd better leave first. You can keep the medicine. When the Master wakes up, you can persuade me again."

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Zhang Jing is also a farm boy that we have known each other for more than ten years. I also bowed and returned the courtesy, responded with ease, and spoke with a demeanor that was no different from that of the young disciple of the head of the Qingyun Sect.

Wan Jian just accepted the leader's entrustment, but he could sit back and watch that kind of thing happen. He quickly stood up and said with a fierce face: "Why, everyone, the leader just died, and they..."

Gradually, there was no sound at all.

I know "Tian Mo Ce".

Qiu Wangyu still smiled, and then said seriously: "He also knows that it is possible to kill innocent people indiscriminately, and it is these two who personally gave the order. Now that our holy sect has suffered a small defeat in the expedition against Qingyun Sect, if we continue to

Let these two find someone to inherit the holy religion that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and we will have it."

"We must die together!"

Duan Hou, along with the Poison God and other poisonous insects, were cut into pieces by the Zhuxian Sword. The Ghost King who was hiding in front of us was also thrown into the air by the impact of the sword. He didn't move when he landed, and seemed to have lost his vital signs.

After walking for a few more days, Qiu Wangyu's injuries were too serious. Due to the turbulence of the flying wind, he only walked halfway through the journey and finally stopped.

"Ahem..." Wan Jian coughed twice, interrupting Qiu Wangyu's words, "Leader, tell me something, tell me something."

Eight Wudang disciples also gave chase.

"Yes, you understand." Wan Jian gave an order to the congregation.

Qiu Wangyu said in a knowing tone.

That's not Zhang Bafeng. If Zhang Bafeng wants to know what Zhang Xue is thinking, he has to introduce to me Daoxuan's virtues when he faced Jiang Qingqing. Don't say that he is thick-skinned, so is Uncle Taishi.

Thick enough.

Qiu Wangyu, with only half his body left, said with difficulty.

"If you say it now, you'll have to say it one day."

Suzaku even burst into tears.

"I forgot." Wan Jian said truthfully, "I just remembered that he was beaten."

The eight people exclaimed and fought back at the slowest speed.

"As long as the 'god' is still alive, even a recently deceased person can be revived." Zhang Jing nodded.

But what I discovered is that even though there had been a fierce fight just now, and even Tian Chengzi had just spat out a small mouthful of blood, the ground was strangely clean, with not a drop of blood left.

"Thank you!"

Qinglong and Yang Gui quickly grabbed it, supported Duan Ruicheng on the right and left, and shouted: "Master, Master."

Duan Rui took Tian Chengzi back to the room in the inner courtyard, arranged for his master, and called Baishi, the Taoist boy who was specially serving me. Before the instructions were ready, he flew out again to take charge of the small situation on Tian Chengzi's behalf.

"Do you still remember what you said to him when you went to the Savage Temple?" Qiu Wangyu looked at Wan Jian and asked.

The Ghost King's first move was not to drag the Seven Little Valve Masters along with him.

People in the demon sect fell to their knees one after another, grabbing the ground with their heads and crying loudly.

"Leader, stop talking." Wan Jian looked sad. Unfortunately, the leader who faced difficulties turned out to be short-lived, which is hard for me to accept. Could it be that the seven of us brothers are going to return to the Wilderness Temple and stay there for hundreds of years, until

End of life?

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Qiu Wangyu will be able to grow another upper body in at least eight to seven years.

Tian Chengzi didn't seem to be weird at all. He stood on the spot and laughed perversely, "Qiu Wangyu, the devil, he tried his best, but he still died on my sword! The leader of the demon sect, it's like this, it's like this..."

"It's bad, it's bad. Brother Qinglong, you're welcome. Our two factions are just like each other, helping each other. It can be said that we are like-minded. If one side is not in trouble, the other side should come to help."

It's just that Guo Wanjian only cares about his way, but he also cares about me.

Under the vast land of China, the legendary leader of the Demon Sect died.

"You have committed this small crime. Before you die, he will cremate your body and scatter your ashes around the Shura Pagoda, where they will be exposed to the sun and wind to atone for your small crime today. In the righteous path, there are deep and unfathomable people, and there is no one there. Shura

There may not be any enemies. This time we march into the wilderness and we can enter the Central Plains within seven decades."

Qiu Wangyu was so angry that he almost died now. Did he stop you then? Do you understand that a leader should stop you when he is humble?

Qinglong was polite to me. At this time, the small battle was over and there were few things to do, which really allowed Qinglong to hesitate less.

Zhang Xue blushed and snorted twice, feeling at a loss.

Unfortunately, it was Zhu Xian who hurt me.

"Cough cough cough..."

I remembered what Zhang Xue said just now, and I changed my words halfway.

"Wan Jian, restrain the congregation and let us kill innocent people indiscriminately, especially special people." Qiu Wangyu said healthily from Duan Rui's back.

The seven little holy envoys carried two pieces of Qiu Wangyu on their backs and flew towards the mountain.

Qiu Wangyu really has no charisma. At least when I was alive, he convinced everyone.

Tian Chengzi seemed to have no intention of pursuing the victory. He stood there and laughed for a long time. His body swayed and he knelt on the ground. He leaned on the ground with the Zhuxian Sword and barely supported his body, still smiling.

Zhang Jing handed over a large cloth bag, which contained about eighty fairy beans. Daoxuan gave them to us after we arrived. Each of us had one for self-defense.

The other holy envoys and members of the Demon Sect were affected by this, and they also knelt down and stood up.

It's just that the leader's demon banners have fallen down, and not many people are willing to listen to my orders. This is inevitable.

"Bad, I mean you said it."

On the mountain, the Demon Cult was escaping.

Yang Guiyi returned to the top of the mountain before leading his men to charge. After just experiencing a small battle, Xiaojia was exhausted physically and mentally. Few Qingyun disciples even saw the enemy advancing and fell to the ground directly. They were really powerful in pursuing them to Qingyun Mountain.

inside.

"I said it, I said it." Wan Jian shook his head repeatedly.

"Junior brother, remember to come and play with you." Lin Chushuang handed Zhang Xue a large piece of jade pendant and said he wanted to thank me for saving my life.

Duan Rui was so frightened that he almost jumped up on the spot. He was joking. The power of the Demon Cult is so available. Now that the leader is dead, all the small forces are falling apart. If I dare to propose to be the leader, I will have to be killed by dozens of other members of my clan.

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To be continued...