Shuiyun Peak.
Ta-ta!
The footsteps were very clear.
The young man who made this sound was thin, but very tall, and looked like a bamboo pole.
Wearing an orange Daoist robe dotted with red auspicious dragons, a jade pendant and a sparkling Little Golden Star hung around his waist.
After walking for three more steps, the young man's footsteps suddenly stopped, and then his figure disappeared.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
Three figures flew out from a short distance away, looking at the empty ground, they all felt indignant.
"Damn! Why didn't this Saint Feixuan act according to common sense? He just ran away?"
"Could it be that our tracking was discovered?"
"Damn! In addition to this time, I have lost him nine times. If this continues, I might as well choose another target to attack."
Suddenly, there was a "thud" sound, and one of the three people at the back was stepped into the ground by Saint Feixuan, who had disappeared earlier.
The other two people reacted immediately and looked at Saint Feixuan, their eyes wide open, their mouths open and breathing, obviously looking frightened.
One of them suppressed the fear in his heart and shouted loudly, "Saint Feixuan, we are the monks of Demonic Path. If you kill us, the Triumphant Demon Saint will come immediately, and you will be unable to fly even with your wings."
Saint Feixuan smiled gently, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, looking calm and unhurried.
Just in the next moment, the Demonic Path monk below suddenly exerted force and rose rapidly from the ground, making him look a little unsteady and losing his master's style.
In response, Saint Feixuan, who had made a fool of himself, after regaining his balance, raised his leg towards the monk Demonic Path below, and stepped on it hard.
Boom boom boom boom!
The entire Shuiyun Peak was penetrated for thousands of meters. According to Spiritual Sense's external broadcast and his feelings about the surroundings, Saint Feixuan knew that this demon cultivator had completely lost the ability to fight and was not far from death!
"You..."
The remaining two Demonic Path monks gritted their white teeth and looked ferocious, but they looked more like fear.
Because when they were following, they thought there would be no casualties.
After all, Demonic Path is so powerful now. If he attacks monk Demonic Path in this space, he will definitely not be able to escape Demonic Path's pursuit in the outside world.
Those who are slightly smarter will take the initiative to hand over Little Golden Star after meeting the Demonic Path monk.
Saint Feixuan looked coldly at these two Demonic Path monks who were at the ninth level of the Venerable Realm. In order to avoid long nights and endless dreams, he had to deal with them as soon as possible.
In the blink of an eye, he pulled out his sword and immediately struck at the two Demonic Path monks.
The sword light is wrapped with bursts of electric sparks, and the arc light shines like a rainbow in the sky, emitting a mysterious colorful light, turbulent and extraordinary, containing a terrifying sword power that is invincible.
The two Demonic Path monks, whose cultivation levels were lower than Saint Feixuan, naturally chose to run away immediately.
But it's still slow!
In other words, Saint Feixuan's sword light invaded so fast that the two Demonic Path monks had time to react but not to dodge.
Just when the two Demonic Path monks thought they were certain to die, a purple-black figure appeared in front of them. Their hands gathered Mana and they waved away with one hand.
A huge purple-black palm formed instantly, exuding a monstrous amount of demonic power, extremely powerful.
But under the light of the sword, he was stunned into two halves.
The visitor realized how powerful Saint Feixuan was, so he immediately waved it away with his other hand. Veins popped out all over his body, and he used the thick Mana in his body without any reservation.
In this way, a pair of giant purple-black palms were able to take this move, but their movement was also restricted.
However, Saint Feixuan is also restricted unless he no longer applies Mana to this sword light.
But in that case, Saint Feixuan must activate the spell again as quickly as possible, and it must be a more powerful spell.
Otherwise, it is better to choose to escape far away.
"Tsk! Ancient Nether Demon Saint, compared to a hundred years ago, how come you are so much weaker?" Saint Feixuan sneered ruthlessly.
Ancient Nether Demon Saint stared at Saint Feixuan with eyes like purple fire. What he saw was a relaxed and contented expression, indicating that Saint Feixuan had not used all his strength.
Obviously this guy was no match for him a hundred years ago.
This shows that Saint Feixuan has gained a lot of opportunities in the past hundred years.
"Saint Feixuan, I know that you don't want to be an enemy of Demonic Path, so you leave now and treat the attack on monk Demonic Path as if it never happened."
Ancient Nether Demon Saint knows that only by living can we have everything.
Therefore, as long as it does not violate the bottom line conditions, you can agree to Saint Feixuan.
Saint Feixuan raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Haha! I'll kill you. Demonic Path won't know that it's different?"
"Jie Jie! It seems that you are really stupid. When we attack, we will naturally tell the other Demonic Path monks that if we really want to be killed by you, you will definitely be chased to death by Demonic Path after you go out." Ancient Nether Demon Saint laughed.
Saint Feixuan's face darkened. Under normal circumstances, he would indeed choose to leave.
But monk Demonic Path destroyed his faction - Heavenly Court. If he hadn't been in seclusion outside, he would definitely have been blamed at that time.
In addition, he was hunted by Demonic Path and Dragon Palace forces before.
Therefore, if he doesn't kill Ancient Nether Demon Saint and other Demonic Path monks, he will still be hunted down after he goes out. Naturally, he might as well kill a few more Demonic Path monks to avenge countless Heavenly Court monks.
Without any further hesitation, Saint Feixuan stopped sending Mana to the sword light in front.
Ancient Nether Demon Saint looked at the sword light that was constantly disappearing under his giant palms, feeling very happy in his heart.
But the next moment, when he saw Saint Feixuan waving the sword and gathering more powerful sword power, he realized that Saint Feixuan was planning to kill all the Demonic Path monks.
At this time, there is no point in communicating verbally.
Therefore, Ancient Nether Demon Saint waved his hands and blew away the two Demonic Path monks, shouting, "Run quickly! Then find the Demonic Path monk who can avenge this saint."
"It's so touching!" Saint Feixuan's handsome face showed a touched expression.
Ancient Nether Demon Saint chose to cut off the rear, not because he wanted to, but if he did not stop, no Demonic Path monk could escape.
By then, no one will bring the news out to avenge them.
"But I hate the hypocritical behavior of you Demonic Path monks the most."
Saint Feixuan's expression instantly became ferocious, and the sword in his hand struck two consecutive blows at the two Demonic Path monks who were blown away.
Ancient Nether Demon Saint realized that this was a good opportunity, waved his palms and attacked Saint Feixuan.
A pair of purple-black giant palm phantoms will soon hit Saint Feixuan.
However, Saint Feixuan swung out another sword, which was more powerful than every previous sword, and instantly shattered a pair of giant purple-black palms that exuded monstrous power.
"Saint Realm Ninth Tier Peak cultivation level? How is this possible? You were only at the Saint Realm fifth level peak cultivation level a hundred years ago!"
In a hundred years, except for Holy Son, it is basically impossible for any monk to improve to the fourth level of cultivation.
Even a genius like him has only been able to improve his cultivation by two levels with the help of countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
Saint Feixuan did not reply. He felt that it was useless to say this to a dying person.
At this moment, boom-boom-boom sounded three times in a row.
Saint Feixuan found that the three sword lights he released had disappeared inexplicably!
Taking a closer look, standing next to Ancient Nether Demon Saint was a handsome young man wearing a purple-red plain robe with green dragons dotting the clothes, exuding magical power.
"Here comes another monk Demonic Path who has no eyes!"
Dare to say these words, Saint Feixuan obviously hasn't used all his strength yet.
But this is normal. To deal with a group of minions, it would be a shame to use all your strength.
Ancient Nether Demon Saint looked at Xiao Yao. In addition to the shocked surprise, there was also immense joy on his face.
As the genius of the Demonic Path force, he had naturally heard that Holy Son's cultivation level had been promoted to Saint Realm Ninth Tier Peak.
Therefore, Saint Feixuan will undoubtedly die today.
Xiao Yao did not rush to take action, but waved his hand, and the monk Demonic Path who was driven into the mountain was teleported to him through space.
A closer look revealed that he was still breathing, but his whole body was like a pool of mud, his muscles and bones were all broken into pieces, and his Dantian was even more destroyed.
But for him, as long as he is alive, he will not die.
Eternal Life Immortal Art activates!
The red-gold gas was input into the body of the Demonic Path monk. At the same time, Xiao Yao looked at Saint Feixuan and said in a cold voice, "How do you want to die?"
"You are the one who died!" Saint Feixuan shouted, without any thought of martial ethics, he just hit Xiao Yao with his sword with all his strength.
This sword, beyond any previous sword, swept across a hundred thousand miles with power. All beings below Saint Realm trembled and did not dare to move.
Seeing this, Ancient Nether Demon Saint shouted, "Holy Son, be careful!"