Countless souls began to flee crazily the moment they broke through the sword tower, but there were many souls with stronger cultivation levels that aimed at the monks on the mountain.
"Wan Chutian, I didn't expect that one day we would break out of the restriction!"
"Today, I want you to pay for the blood debt of your swordsmanship holy land."
As if with bloodthirsty obsession, these souls swarmed towards the mountain and began to attack the Holy Land disciples.
Looking at this scene, Tang Ming's disdainful voice immediately sounded, "Old Bald Donkey, when I came here, I was still curious. Your place neither has the opportunity to serve as the cornerstone of the spiritual energy source, nor does it have the spiritual power to be incubated by the treasures of heaven, materials and earth. Why? The spiritual energy is several times richer than that of the outside world. It turns out that it relies on the continuously accumulated soul body to serve as the source of spiritual energy."
"You did such an unscrupulous thing, and you deserve the retribution you are receiving now!"
Although there are opportunities in the sword tower, there are also threats. Such high risk and high reward have attracted many monks.
But as everyone knows, you want other people's opportunities, but they want your life.
This also explains why these soul tigers hate the Holy Land of Swordsmanship so much.
Soon, miserable screams came from the mountain peak, and it was obvious that the disciples of the Holy Land were being slaughtered.
"Headmaster, elders, please help us..."
As soon as he finished speaking, his head was cut off by the soul body's sword.
In just a moment, many disciples had already been massacred.
Wan Chutian looked at the disciples who were dying one after another, and his face became extremely gloomy. Something like this happened at such a critical moment.
"You ants, you are actually trying to shake the tree with a mayfly. Today I will destroy you physically and mentally!"
After saying this, the Heaven-Destroying Sword Blade formed by condensing the three trump cards instantly emitted a powerful sword cry, shaking countless souls until their souls were shattered.
Once the soul body also dissipates, it means that these people have no possibility of reincarnation.
"Hmph, they are just a bunch of ants, but they still want to harm my disciples."
After finishing most of the soul bodies, Wan Chutian looked at Tang Ming again.
"Boy, you just lost your best chance to escape."
But Tang Ming showed a sarcastic smile and said, "I'm sorry, I never thought about running away."
Then he held the Green Lotus Fairy Sword and rushed towards the mountain, pointing the blade at the group of injured disciples.
"I said today that I will slaughter your entire family, starting with your disciples now."
After saying that, he raised his sword and slashed it down in an instant, and the sword energy instantly penetrated the chests of hundreds of disciples.
"Puff puff!"
Several streaks of blood mist suddenly exploded, filling the mountain peaks with a layer of blood-colored mist.
Wan Chutian's veins popped out at this moment, and he immediately used the bloody blade of the heavens to point to the direction of Tang Ming.
"You must die today!"
Wan Chutian, whose eyes were blinded by anger, no longer cared that there were Holy Land disciples around Tang Ming. He just wanted to completely erase him from this world.
Seeing that the Heaven-Slaying Sword was about to be cut off, the headmaster of Qingyun Peak beside him quickly said: "Wan Chutian, you are crazy. The following is a disciple of my Qingyun Peak. Is it possible that you want to kill my disciples as well?" Can’t do it?”
Wan Chutian was so angry that his eyes were cold and he could no longer hear what the headmaster of Qingyun Peak said.
"I just want to see Tang Ming's body now, no matter how many disciples I have, I won't hesitate!"
After saying that, he turned his spiritual energy and slashed the Zhutian Sword towards Qingyun Peak.
"You're crazy!" Headmaster Qingyun Peak yelled.
But just when the headmaster wanted to take back the Heaven-Slaying Sword, it was already too late.
In the sky above the Holy Land of Sword Dao, the three-colored sword blades pierced the mountain peaks like a divine punishment, and the power they unleashed was enough to destroy the heaven and earth.
The disciples who were still alive looked at the swords flying towards the sky, and their faces instantly turned pale.
"Master Headmaster, we are still here..."
However, their calls for help did not receive the slightest response.
No matter how the disciples asked for help, Wan Chutian still did not waver in anything he did.
At this moment, the world was eclipsed, and only the Heaven-Slaying Sword appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
The ground beneath my feet cracked out of thin air, the mountains also collapsed, and countless buildings began to collapse.
And the source of all this is the Heaven-Destroying Sword Blade that can destroy the heaven and the earth.
The moment the sword blade struck the mountain.
The whole world seemed to be still, and there was no sound in my ears.
Even though they were hundreds of miles away, they could still see the explosion caused by the sword energy.
Wait for everything to settle.
The entire mountain range has also disappeared.
In this battle, the Holy Land of Sword Dao lost thousands of disciples, who were once the best in all places.
But today, it has become nothing more than a chess piece for the strong man's thoughts.
As the dust gradually dispersed.
All he saw was a huge crater about several thousand meters long appeared before his eyes, and the surrounding environment was no longer suitable for plant growth. This move had already destroyed half of the foundation of the Holy Land of Swordsmanship.
Seeing the mountain range they had worked so hard to build being destroyed, the expressions on the other two headmasters' expressions were also somewhat uncertain.
"Looking at the good things you have done, the overall strength of the Sword Dao Holy Land is probably only ranked at the bottom of the Seven Holy Lands!"
"In the next battle for the Holy Land, why should you fight with others?"
Wan Chutian, whose spiritual energy was exhausted, was breathing heavily and his expression was lost in thought, but he soon regained his composure.
"Everything lost is not a problem. I will be fully prepared for the next battle for the Holy Land."
Then he looked into the giant pit and said, "Let's see if that kid is dead first. If he is not dead, I will extract his soul and refine it into a puppet."
With such a powerful blow, even a Mahayana monk would not be able to escape death.
But Wan Chutian was still worried. Only by seeing his death with his own eyes could he eliminate his anger.
Just when the disciple went to investigate.
A frivolous tone sounded in everyone's ears.
"You are trying to find me, right?"
Upon hearing this teasing voice, the expressions of the three headmasters instantly turned cold.
"Tang Ming, you're not dead yet!"
The most angry among them is naturally Wan Chutian.
In order to kill him, he did not hesitate to sacrifice his disciple's life. However, even after doing this, he was still unable to kill Tang Ming. How could this not make people angry?
"If I kill him, who will die for your disciple?"
"I almost forgot, these disciples will all die in your hands. When the time comes, the first seven remember to treat me to a meal."
Seeing this boy's arrogant and domineering attitude, the three head teachers did not hesitate at all and immediately took action, planning to keep him here forever.
"Tang Ming, I will let you be buried with the disciples of the sect today."
