As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Liucheng clenched the broken treasure kitchen knife in his hand, with a cold light shining in his eyes.
Like a cheetah, he quickly shuttled between the fleeing Wind Demon Sect disciples, determined to eradicate them completely.
The houses, trees, and rocks along the way all collapsed under his knife and turned into piles of ruins.
Amidst the frightened cries of the Wind Demon Sect disciples, Zhang Liucheng was like a brave and fearless tiger, rushing to the front without fear.
Zhang Liucheng holds a Pobao kitchen knife in his hand. Every time he swings it, it feels like he is reaping life. Wherever the blade passes, blood will spray everywhere.
Among the fleeing crowd, the disciples of the Wind Demon Sect pushed and trampled each other, just to escape from the clutches of this demon.
However, Zhang Liucheng followed him closely, chasing after him like a shadow.
His broken treasure kitchen knife drew cruel bloody arcs in the air, and every swing was accompanied by miserable screams and sprays of blood mist.
"Run away...run away..."
The shouts from the distance were endless, and Zhang Liucheng understood that as long as there were still fish that slipped through the net, his pace would not stop.
Zhang Liucheng's heart is full of coldness and determination. Only by completely eradicating the Wind Demon Sect can this land return to peace.
After a while, Zhang Liucheng finally caught up with a group of Wind Demon Sect disciples.
They gathered at the entrance of a cave, staring in horror at the broken kitchen knife in Zhang Liucheng's hand.
Zhang Liucheng's lips curled up into a sneer, and he strode towards them.
"Since you want to escape, I will send you on your way."
Zhang Liucheng raised the broken treasure kitchen knife in his hand and looked at the disciples of the Wind Demon Sect with cold eyes.
"Everyone works together to kill this beast!"
A disciple of the Wind Demon Sect raised his arms and shouted, and a crowd of responders gathered.
In an instant, all the disciples shared the same hatred and trapped Zhang Liucheng alone in the center.
For a moment, the killing intent was fierce, and the combined offensive was like a storm, unstoppable.
Instantly, the entire scene became chaotic.
Zhang Liucheng flashed and avoided everyone's attacks.
His broken treasure kitchen knife is like the god of death. Every time he swings it, it will take away the life of a Wind Demon Sect disciple.
The battle was extremely fierce, but Zhang Liucheng was as fearless as a tiger descending from the mountain.
Zhang Liucheng single-handedly fought against dozens of disciples of the Wind Demon Sect. The broken treasure kitchen knife drew arcs in the air, each time carrying the aura of death.
After a fierce battle, the Wind Demon Sect disciples fell one by one.
The siege was originally full of murderous intent, but now only the last disciple was left to barely resist.
His figure kept retreating under Zhang Liucheng's attack, and blood spurted out from his mouth.
In the end, this Wind Demon Sect disciple couldn't hold on any longer, and his body softened and he fell to the ground.
His eyes were full of unwillingness and fear, like a wild beast being chased by a hunter, staring at the oncoming Zhang Liucheng.
Zhang Liucheng savagely rushed to the Wind Demon Sect disciple and kicked him away without mercy.
The disciple was like a ball drawing a sharp arc in the air, and then fell hard to the ground.
However, Zhang Liucheng did not give this disciple any chance to breathe. He appeared in front of the disciple in a flash and stepped heavily on the disciple's chest with one foot.
"Tell me, where is your sect master now?"
Zhang Liucheng asked in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on the other party, unable to be ignored.
The Wind Demon Sect disciple was shocked by Zhang Liucheng's powerful strength. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, with a look of fear in his eyes.
He hesitated for a moment, then asked: "If I tell the truth, can you spare me?"
"I only understand that if you decide to remain silent, you will suffer unimaginable pain and torture." Zhang Liucheng said with a sinister smile.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Liucheng stared at the disciple with sharp eyes like daggers, his eyes filled with strong killing intent.
The disciple felt frightened by Zhang Liucheng's gaze, and he couldn't help but start to retreat.
He hesitated for a moment, and then said quickly: "Senior, I am just an outer disciple and know nothing about anything. Please be kind and spare my life."
Zhang Liucheng didn't speak, but continued to look at him coldly.
The disciple felt his heart beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.
He knew he had to say something to break the suffocating silence, otherwise he would face the threat of death.
"I only know that our sect leader suddenly left the sect with about a thousand disciples." The disciple said quickly, clenching his hands and looking a little nervous.
"Leave the sect?" Zhang Liucheng raised his eyebrows and said in an even colder tone.
A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly covered by coldness.
The disciple's body trembled slightly, and he knew what this news meant to the sect.
After Zhang Liucheng heard the news, his face became even more gloomy, and his eyes revealed an indescribable anger and disappointment.
He was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Where did they go?"
The disciple hesitated for a moment, and then said: "As far as I know, they have already gone to Guixia City."
"Guixia City?"
Zhang Liucheng frowned, feeling uneasy in his heart.
He knew that this news would undoubtedly be a huge blow to Guixia City.
"I have revealed to you all the internal secrets of our Wind Demon Sect, and the value of this information to you should be immeasurable. Now, can you fulfill your promise and let me leave here safely?"
The Wind Demon Sect disciple said with a trembling voice. He clenched his fists tightly, and the sweat in his palms melted in his fists. The wet feeling made him even more frightened.
Zhang Liucheng ignored it and instead held the broken treasure kitchen knife tightly. His eyes flashed coldly, revealing a shuddering murderous intention.
Suddenly, Zhang Liucheng swung his sword, and the light of the sword flew past like lightning, instantly cutting off the head of the Wind Demon Sect disciple.
Later, Zhang Liucheng ruthlessly set out to collect the storage rings from the disciples of Fengyao Sect.
A moment of incense passed, and all the storage rings were put into Zhang Liucheng's pocket, without missing a single one.
And none of the disciples of the Wind Demon Sect were spared, and all died.
Looking at the tragic situation in front of him, Zhang Liucheng said with doubts: "Does the Feng Yao Sect only have more than 3,000 people?"
At this moment, Zhang Liucheng unexpectedly reappeared at the residence of the leader of the Wind Demon Sect.
Zhang Liucheng looked around, his eyes full of doubts, and he couldn't help but feel an unspeakable doubt in his heart, "Are there still minions of the Wind Demon Sect hidden in this palace?"
Despite this, Zhang Liucheng still stepped into this mysterious palace without hesitation.
The vastness of the palace is amazing. Looking up, it is so empty that it feels like you are in an alien space beyond the world.
This is the training ground of the leader of the Wind Demon Sect.
In the empty palace, only one stone platform stood out, as if it were a lonely shining pearl sealed in ancient memories.
Behind the stone platform stands a golden gate several feet high.
This door seems to be made of a whole piece of gold, and its heavy weight makes people feel luxurious and solemn.
The flashing red runes on the door are like the secret words of the ancients, full of endless mystery and power.
The existence of this golden door adds a mysterious and strange atmosphere to the entire palace.
"Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth, the root of all qi, cultivates for thousands of eons, proves my magical power, condenses!"
Zhang Liucheng dexterously performed the formula with his hands, revealing an ancient and mysterious charm.
His eyes were deep and steady, as if he could see through all secrets.
Zhang Liucheng pointed at the ancient and mysterious golden door in front of him. With this finger, a golden aura immediately emerged from his fingertips, and then condensed into eight golden talismans.
These eight golden talismans seem to contain some mysterious power, hovering in the air, as if forming a mysterious Bagua diagram.
This Bagua picture rotates slowly and rhythmically, exuding an indescribable atmosphere that makes people feel mysterious and wonderful.
Suddenly, Zhang Liucheng shouted: "Broken!".
Although the voice was not loud, it carried an irresistible force.
As Zhang Liucheng waved his palm, the Bagua Diagram suddenly emitted a golden light. This golden light was like thousands of golden arrows shooting together, illuminating the golden door.
Under the shining of the golden light, the red runes on the golden door gradually melted away like thin ice under the scorching sun until nothing remained.
With a crisp metal sound of "clang", the heavy golden door began to sway, as if it could not withstand the pressure of time after the ravages of time.
Immediately afterwards, the shining golden door slowly opened.
As the golden door opens, a breath of vicissitudes of life hits our face.
This breath contains ancient history and long time, as if it can make people feel the precipitation of past years and history.
When the breath of vicissitudes of life filled the air, Zhang Liucheng couldn't help frowning and said doubtfully: "Is this the inheritance place of a powerful being?"
