Three Thousand Continents, Seven Kills Continent, Qiankun Daoyue Sect
Qiankun Daoyue Sect was originally one of the most powerful immortal cultivation sects with the most powerful people in the Seven Kills Continent.
More than four hundred years ago, the world of immortality collapsed because Li Mingru and Mu Chaoge teamed up to fight against the Taoists Zongheng. Duanmuhui, the founder of the Qiankun Daoyue Sect, brought a large number of heavenly monks down to earth, which greatly improved the strength of the Qiankun Daoyue Sect. , allowing it to become the strongest sect in the Seven Kills Continent in one fell swoop, there is no such thing as "one".
Of course, it is not that the other sects in the Seven Kills Continent did not have their ancestors come down to earth, but it is a pity that they are not Duanmuhui's opponents. After all, Duanmuhui is the existence closest to the peak of the heavenly realm. Compared with Li Mingru, Jiang Taiqing, and Shangguan's funeral, Luo Wujin and Lu Hanxin, the most powerful men in the world, are only a hair away.
Unfortunately, such a large sect with a profound foundation and inheritance for dozens of generations, which can be regarded as first-class even if we look at the entire three thousand continents, has suffered a disaster today!
At this moment, endless black covered the sky, and the Qiankun Daoyue Sect's sect was also tightly shrouded. Fires were everywhere inside the sect, corpses were everywhere, and blazing fires were burning everywhere. Countless Qiankun Daoyue Sect's disciples were very Death was an injury, and they were wailing in pain. In the sect's main hall, which had been turned into a fiery ruin, there were more than a dozen sect elders lying in a pool of flames and blood, dying.
"Please stop struggling, aren't you tired? I have locked up the entire mountain, and you can't let out any news."
In the raging fire, Lin Zhili, who was still wearing the clothes of an outer disciple of the Eclipse Taoist Sect, pinched an old man covered in blood and walked out of the flames with a smile.
"Mr. Duanmu, I respect you as a smart man. Will you accept my proposal?"
In the field, Duanmuhui, whose throat was pinched, looked at him with despair and said nothing.
Seeing this, Lin Zhili continued to smile and said:
"Mr. Duanmu, you are the founder of the Qiankun Daoyue Sect and the strongest person I have ever encountered in the Seven Kills Continent. Not only did you fight with me a few times, but you also kicked me with all your strength in the end. My butt still hurts, it’s really amazing, now, I’ve always been very polite, I don’t care about past grudges, I still have a lot of things to say.”
As he spoke, Lin Zhili pinched Duanmuhui's throat with one hand, condensed small gray worms from his palm with the other, and said with a smile:
"This is a small insect that I condensed with the power of chaos. Come on, eat it. From now on, you will be the emperor of our Shengxian Dynasty."
In the field, Duan Muhui looked at the screaming and wailing disciples out of the corner of his eye, and then at the eager little bug in front of him, a violent struggle flashed in his eyes.
Seeing his struggling expression, Lin Zhili continued to smile seductively: "Come on, don't be shy, I added some cumin, it tastes very good, come here and I'll feed you, ah~"
"Crack!"
Just as Lin Zhili said "Ah~" halfway through, a figure suddenly stood up staggeringly in the distant fire.
The figure was a middle-aged man with disheveled hair and blood all over his body. His injuries were very serious and horrific. His Taoist robe was completely stained with blood, and his left arm was empty. Only the shoulder was torn off. The huge wound was simply shocking, but even so, his bloody right hand was still holding a broken sword.
"Evil...devil...crooked...Tao..."
Looking at the man standing up from the flames, Lin Zhili was stunned for a moment, and then asked with a smile:
"Aren't you the current sect leader of Qiankun Daoyue Sect? What is your name? Oh, yes, yes, Duanmu Qinglong, are you not dead yet?"
After asking, Lin Zhili looked at Duanmuhui in his hand and asked with a smile:
"Mr. Duanmu, this person has the same surname as you, Duanmu. Is he your grandson?"
Duanmuhui, who was already dying, struggled for a moment, then shook his head with difficulty:
"I am the ancestor of the sect. In order to commemorate me, every sect leader will bear my surname."
After speaking, Duanmuhui paused and took the initiative to add:
"Actually, I don't know Qinglong very well either."
"Oh, that's it." Lin Zhili nodded with sudden realization.
"Evil!"
A violent roar suddenly came from the mouth of the dying Duanmu Qinglong.
He stood in the fire, holding the broken sword with his remaining right hand, and said in a deep voice to Lin Zhili:
"Let's... duel!"
Hearing these words, Lin Zhili immediately became happy.
A bastard who has not even reached the Heavenly Realm, is he worthy of challenging me in a duel? Haha!
He held Duanmuhui in his hand and mocked with a smile:
"Look behind you."
Hearing this, Duanmu Qinglong, who was at the end of his crossbow, was stunned and turned around subconsciously. Then, he saw four silent old men standing behind him.
Seeing these four old men, Duanmu Qinglong, who was covered in scars, suddenly became energetic and said with great excitement:
"The current sect leader of Qiankun Daoyue Sect, Duanmu Qinglong, has met Senior Tu, Senior Zhang, Senior Bai, and Senior Shi."
In the fierce fire, his body was still dripping with blood. He ignored his injuries and took the initiative to ask for help:
"Four seniors, this evil demon killed my disciples and injured my ancestor, which is unacceptable. I still ask the four seniors to take action to kill the demons and save my sect!"
The four old men in front of me are all in the Heavenly Realm. They are the ancestors of the other four sects in the Seven Kills Continent. They also came down from the world of cultivating immortals. Although they are not stronger than Duanmu Hui one on one, they can do it together, so At this moment, Duanmu Qinglong was very excited, thinking that if the four seniors acted together, they would definitely be able to kill the evil spirit.
In the field, with his face covered in blood, he looked at the four old men expectantly, but not long after looking at them, his smile completely froze.
These four seniors, these four righteous seniors whom I respected immensely, all lowered their heads at this moment.
"Four seniors, you..."
"They have long since taken my Chaos Insect and become members of my Shengxian Dynasty."
Behind him, harsh laughter came again. Duanmu Qinglong immediately turned around in disbelief. As soon as he turned around, he saw that his ancestor swallowed the bug given by Lin Zhili, and then... faced Lin Zhili See you on one knee!
At this moment, Duanmu Qinglong, who had only one right hand left, was completely desperate.
He looked at the ancestor he respected, yearned for, and loved all his life, and then looked at the four respected and righteous seniors behind him, and finally showed a very sad smile.
At this moment, desperate and tragic laughter echoed in the raging fire, while several elders in the Heavenly Realm lowered their heads and listened without saying a word.
Lin Zhili looked at this scene with a smile and found it very interesting. He was not in a hurry and planned to go to the next continent in two days, so he was in a very good mood now and took the initiative to greet Duanmu Qinglong, who was laughing in despair:
"You seem to be quite capable. I appreciate you. Come on, I will make an exception and swallow a Chaos Insect for you. From now on, we will be a family. I will help you break through to the realm of heaven and humanity."
In the field, Duanmu Qinglong, who was covered in blood and flesh, was holding the broken sword. After laughing desperately, he suddenly sneered, then slowly raised the broken sword, pointed at Lin Zhili and said coldly:
"The devil is crooked and is not worthy of being with me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he flew towards Lin Zhili!
At that moment, Duanmu Qinglong was holding a broken sword, with his back against the blazing fire, his hair disheveled, and a deafening roar coming from his mouth!
"Evil! Die!!!"
Lin Zhili, who was holding his arms, rolled his eyes and snorted disdainfully:
"I don't know how to appreciate it, huh!"
After saying that, he blasted out with a palm! The overwhelming black light instantly engulfed Duanmu Qinglong.
At that moment, looking at the endless black light in front of him, Duanmu Qinglong only had four words in his mind.
That was what the master told him when he was six years old, the first day he joined the sect and asked the master in a confused way why he cultivated immortality.
Slay demons!
Slay demons!
Slay demons!
