"Peach Blossom Fairy Brew is all mine!"
As Changqing shouted, the atmosphere inside and outside the valley suddenly became tense.
In the valley, all the villagers hurriedly gathered their children in their arms and gathered under the peach tree next to the village.
The old village chief in the Heavenly Realm comforted everyone as if facing a powerful enemy.
The faces of the villagers were tense, but as they prayed devoutly, their hearts gradually became peaceful.
"The Peach Blossom Fairy will definitely protect us!"
"I don't know where Xiao Xiao came from, but he dared to plan for Peach Blossom Fairy Brew!"
"The Peach Blossom Fairy is so compassionate that she makes these little girls bold!"
All the villagers in Taohua Village knew that the one who came was definitely not simple, but they believed in their gods.
Atop a thousand-foot peach tree, an old man dressed in peach blossom fairy clothes was worried. His breath was extremely weak. He looked pitifully at the villagers below who still believed in him.
All he knows is that he has been guarding Peach Blossom Village since he became wise. He has been guarding it for who knows how long.
But he also knew that he no longer had the ability to continue to protect her. His old face was full of guilt and self-blame, and he was going to let down the villagers' faith in him.
Around the valley, figures in the mountains and forests rushed towards each other at great speed, surrounding Changqing.
Changqing's spiritual thoughts swept across. These people all wore the masks of Xiaoyaoke. The aura leaked before seemed to be to distinguish the differences between immortals and monsters. But now, Changqing could no longer detect from them whether they were human beings. It's a monster.
However, Changqing's spiritual sense captures subtleties, and his strength can be roughly inferred from their movements and speed.
The highest level is only the realm of transformation into gods.
"So this is the reason why you didn't wear a mask just now!" The immortal monk backed away in fear and said solemnly: "I thought that there would be disputes after the carving up of the village, but I didn't expect that you can't hold it back now! "
The other monks also looked at Changqing coldly.
Changqing held the sword secret in her hand, and the true energy spread from her fingertips, condensing a true energy sword.
"It's useless for you to wear a mask now, I've already memorized your appearance!" The Immortal Dao disciple said directly, "It won't take long for me to find out your roots..."
Before he finished speaking, Chang Qing waved his hand, and the Immortal Dao disciple's eyes suddenly widened.
The scene in his eyes was spinning, and then he suddenly shook, as if he saw his beloved magic boots.
The sound of gasps sounded one after another, and the Xiaoyaoke who surrounded Changqing were all startled.
"This guy's strength is extraordinary. Let's all come together and kill him first!" A rough voice sounded, and then he took out a spherical heaven-level magic weapon from the Qiankun Ring.
Before he finished speaking, there was another burst of exclamation.
Chang Qing's figure was like a ghost, floating directly in front of the man, raising his hand and cutting off the man's head with a sword.
Changqing fished it out with his left hand and picked up the spherical magic weapon.
With a quick glance of his mind, he knew how to use it.
With a firm grip, a stream of black smoke floated out from the orb magic weapon. In just a moment, the black smoke enveloped a thousand feet in radius and continued to spread. Everyone lost their spiritual perception in the black smoke.
"No! The person who was killed just now was a demon cultivator from the Moyun Sect! This magic weapon blocks all spiritual thoughts, even the spiritual thoughts in the spirit transformation realm. Everyone, be careful and don't act rashly to avoid accidental injury!"
Someone "came up with a plan", and as soon as he finished speaking, he flew directly into the sky and escaped from the magic cloud immediately.
There was fear in his eyes, and he took out a heaven-level long bow in his hand and bent the bow to nock an arrow.
"Are you hunting?"
Changqing's voice suddenly appeared above his head.
His pupils shrank suddenly, and he turned around to shoot Chang Qing with an arrow.
The zhenqi sword in Changqing's hand was lightly swiped, and the corpses were separated and fell into the magic cloud one after another.
Changqing stretched out his hand, grabbed the long bow in his hand, and simply used the Qi Sword in his hand as an arrow, aiming at another monk rising into the sky from the magic cloud.
The long bow, a heaven-level magic weapon, was stretched to the full moon by Chang Qing, and a sword was shot out, and the monk was immediately pierced through the chest.
Changqing continued to condense his true energy and arrows, and scanned the magic cloud below with his spiritual thoughts.
Spiritual thoughts are blocked and spiritual thoughts are blocked, but the physical hearing itself is not affected.
Cooperating with some of his spiritual thoughts, Changqing easily locked onto the Xiaoyaoke in the magic cloud.
"Swish swish!"
A series of sounds broke through the air, followed by waves of shaking.
Mo Yun was also blasted into "channels", accompanied by screams.
Many people wanted to fly away from the magic cloud, but they were all shot by Changqing first.
There are also smart people who hide in place, making themselves motionless or even holding their breath.
But the Xiaoyaoke, who had made no movements from the beginning, had already been locked by Changqing, and continued to shoot based on the position in his memory.
In less than one stick of incense, Chang Qing had killed three hundred Xiaoyaoke.
At this time, the demonic cloud had not yet begun to dissipate.
Changqing slowly flew into the magic cloud, landed on the ground, and said softly: "First level of the Divine Transformation Realm, or higher, don't hide, I know that arrow didn't kill you."
Mo Yun's sight was less than a foot away. At this moment, next to the broken mountain rocks less than ten feet away from Changqing, there was a free traveler with a broken arm, his eyes full of fear.
The blood continued to drip from the severed arm, exuding rich blood.
Cold sweat flowed down his face and flowed out of his mask.
"This mask can hide your breath, but the blood you shed exposes your location."
"I just shot an arrow down, and the magic cloud penetrated it. I saw that this arrow only broke your arm."
"For those who are actually shot to death, the mask will no longer be effective, and the breath will no longer be hidden. This magic cloud cannot stop me from distinguishing whether it is a living person or a corpse."
As Chang Qing said, he condensed another zhenqi sword in his hand, flicked it, and pierced a "corpse" beside him.
The "corpse" screamed and struggled to get up.
Changqing walked towards the broken-arm Xiaoyaoke. The "corpse" hadn't gone far when the zhenqi sword inserted into his body suddenly exploded.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, demonic clouds surged, and no bones were left.
"You, who are you? No, I won't ask! I am a true disciple of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Sect, and I am willing to give up this mission! And hand over all my resources!" Broken Arm Xiaoyaoke shouted nervously.
"He broke out of the demon cloud to hunt, pretended to be a corpse and hid it, and even in the state of becoming a god, he didn't rashly fight back..."
Changqing's figure flashed.
The broken-arm Qiao Yaoke felt a surge of demonic clouds in front of his face, and then, a silver-white mask was revealed.
As gentle as a ghost.
The broken-arm Xiaoyaoke's scalp was numb, and he couldn't help but take a step back, threw down the Qiankun Ring in his hand, and handed it to Changqing, "If it's not enough, tell me a place and a deadline, and I will raise more resources to give it to you. .”
Changqing stared at the broken-arm Xiaoyaoke and said, "Okay, very good. You are better than them."
The broken-armed Xiaoyaoke's eyes were filled with joy, his expression suddenly turned ruthless, and the Qiankun Ring he gave was about to explode.
A ray of magic light directly covered Changqing's body.
"Ha..." The broken-arm Qiao Ke laughed. As soon as he laughed for the first time, his voice suddenly stopped.
Chang Qing appeared behind him and whispered in his ear: "What I praise is your scheming."
Chang Qing pierced the heart of Qiao Yaoke with a sword.
The broken-arm Qiao Yaoke was about to gather his strength to fight back, but he was covered in ice and couldn't muster any strength at all.
In the state of transformation, one can pierce the heart without dying, but this sword is extremely weird!
"Three hundred and two people, kill them all."
Changqing seemed to be talking to himself, devouring the cultivation, body, and soul of the broken-arm Xiaoyaoke.
But Changqing's eyes did not relax their vigilance.
Suddenly, there was another movement in the magic cloud. As the clouds and mist rolled, a fairy sword stabbed towards Changqing.
Immortal light streaked across Chang Qing's neck, and under the dark grimace-like mask, a pair of eyes were full of disdain.
But a sense of crisis suddenly arose in her heart, and she realized that her sword could not cut off Changqing's head at all!
It clearly scratched Changqing's neck, but it seemed like it had been cut into nothing!
In such a flash of lightning, she had no time to stop.
Because Chang Qing's hand had already grabbed her neck.
"I am a fairy..."
The Qashtaker struggled and roared.
What she responded to was just a click.
"I am the immortal."
Chang Qing said expressionlessly, his fingers had already penetrated the flesh and blood of her neck, and Qing Yun Devouring Heaven was activated immediately. Even though this secret Qiao Yaoke had the third level of the God Transformation Realm, his power of spiritual thoughts was being crazily devoured by Chang Qing.
