It only took Xihe and Fang Qinglin half a month to arrive in Qamdo, and they happened to encounter various factions attacking the Demon Sect.
Previously, they were sent down from Taichu to say goodbye to their two deceased elders. After going down the mountain to greet Uncle Fu, they rode two fast horses and rushed to Qamdo. According to the news they received, the disciple flew there chasing Wan Yan. here.
Qamdo is a vast and sparsely populated place with bare dry mountains everywhere. It was already very cold in September and not a single bird was seen.
"These guys who are hiding their heads but showing their tails, there is no good place to hide. They have to hide in this place where birds don't poop. They will freeze to death!" Li Kui from the Split Mountain Sect said angrily, holding his big knife and shivering from the cold.
The others were also very cold, but they didn't say anything and looked towards the heads of the six sects.
Led by Grand Master Zong, several heads were standing with their hands behind their backs, discussing important matters.
The heads of the several sects are all the strongest men in the world. They have abundant internal strength and are naturally not afraid of the cold. Among them, Grand Master Zong is undoubtedly the one with the most celestial spirit, which is admirable.
Master Jing'an did not give in too much, with a serious face and awe-inspiring aura.
At this moment, a disciple hurriedly ran in from a distance and ran to several heads to report something.
Soon, several sect leaders came over: "The location of the Demon Cult has been confirmed, it is under this mountain. Without further delay, you can follow us to eliminate the demons!"
A group of knights and knights responded one after another, and the atmosphere was high: "Exterminate the devil! Eliminate the devil!"
Several leaders took the lead, and everyone followed closely, bypassing the stone mountain and arriving at a mountain front.
The mountain towers into the clouds, and gravel and dead grass pile up at the foot of the mountain, which is no different from the surrounding bare mountains and is inaccessible.
Master Jing'an pulled out his sword and slashed hard at one of the places. The powerful internal energy set off a gust of wind, bang - bang!
There was a loud noise, and a smooth stone door was revealed, with dragons and phoenixes carved on it, which was unusual.
Everyone immediately exclaimed: "It is indeed the lair of the Demon Cult!"
"It's actually hidden here. No wonder we spared a large group of people and couldn't find it."
"A group of mice hiding their heads and tails, this place is suitable for them."
The rumbling sound shook the heaven and the earth, Master Jing'an's sword energy was like a rainbow. Every time he struck, the stone door vibrated, and the gravel fell down.
The heroes concentrated their attention and clenched their weapons. Suddenly, there was a "boom" and the stone door shattered.
The next second, a demon sect disciple with a red scarf on his head rushed out holding a machete.
Master Jing'an sneered: "Well done!"
The major sect leaders basically did not take action against such an attack, but Master Jing'an ignored it at all. In addition, the Demon Cult harmed her brother and framed her disciples. The two sides had deep grudges and fought in with swords raised.
The Yuehua Sword rotated, Master Jing'an was like Yama harvesting human lives, blood burst out wherever it went, and she died instantly.
The heroes' eyes were hot, and they shouted: "The thief is coming!" and rushed forward.
For a time, the Demon Sect and the six major sects were at loggerheads.
The sound of fighting in front of the entire mountain was loud.
The demon sect and the righteous disciples fell one by one, and everyone in the demon sect could no longer sit still.
The four guardians rushed out, fought off several righteous disciples, and pointed their swords at the righteous path: "You are going too far to bully others!"
Master Jing'an sneered: "Hai Haiwang? I've been waiting for a long time, and I'm going to accept my fate!"
He activated the Taiyin Sutra with all his strength, and in a blink of an eye he was in front of the King of Hell, swinging his sword forward to stab him!
Haiyan King's pupils narrowed and he immediately avoided it. However, half of his shoulder was still cut off. He gritted his teeth and said, "What kind of magic skills have you practiced?"
After all, he is also one of the guardians of the Demon Sect. His martial arts skills are rare in the world, but he can't even avoid it!
Jing'an Master Taiyin's Taiyin Kung Fu was so powerful, he felt even more joyful and looked up to the sky with a smile: "Want to know? I will burn my body for you after I go underground."
The King of Hell instantly turned black: "Old thief, don't be complacent!"
The two of them were fighting each other for a moment, dust was flying and explosions were heard continuously.
The people next to him couldn't dodge and died immediately. Many people were frightened and ran away quickly, away from the pair of murderous gods.
In other battlefields, Wu Laomo was unique in his light skills. He flew into the crowd of righteous heroes as if they were in a deserted place. Many people lost their voices before they had time to see who the killer was. Several disciples fought.
The demon sect's kung fu is about sucking human blood, killing people and practicing kung fu, etc.
The madman lets go of the method he cultivates. The higher his skill, the more unconscious he becomes. Killing people can only stop the madness.
Up to now, there are countless victims, and their skills are even stronger.
Liu Yurong and others were four against one, but they still struggled. Soon they were injured and bleeding.
"Eldest brother, get out of here and I'll stop him!"
Mou Yanping roared loudly and moved his sword faster, blocking him in front of his senior brother.
Liu Yurong immediately retreated, took out the blood stopper from his arms and sprinkled it on the wound, and prepared to step forward - the madman was too powerful, and his junior brother wouldn't be able to hold on for long.
Holding the sword and preparing to step forward, suddenly his eyes were splitting: "No!"
The madman smiled horribly, and his five claws formed hooks and clawed at Mou Yanping's heart. Mou Yanping's eyes widened——
"Ah!" screamed.
The madman covered his severed hand and backed away screaming.
Liu Yurong rushed forward and said nervously: "Junior brother, how are you?"
Mou Yanping shook his head and looked forward: "Senior brother, is that... fifth brother?"
When Liu Yurong heard this, he looked around quickly and saw a handsome man in green clothes standing in front of them with a cold face, pointing the green blade at the madman.
The madman asked: "Who are you?"
Man: "Kill your man!"
The three-foot green blade arced, beheading the madman and decapitating him.
It was a neat move, and the dignified Demon Cult protector had no power to fight back and fell down in disbelief.
The man turned around with his long sword at his side, bright red blood drops dripping from the tip of the sword: "First senior brother, second senior brother."
Liu Yurong was overjoyed: "Fifth brother, are you here?"
Fang Qinglin nodded, then glanced at the battlefield. Not far away, Piao Miaomen Xihe happened to save several junior sisters. He frowned: "Brother, you go to heal your wounds first, and leave this place to me."
Liu Yurong and the other two nodded repeatedly. They had indeed suffered a lot of injuries: "Fifth brother, if you lose, come back. Don't hold on."
Although the fifth brother had just killed the madman with one sword, and his skill was amazing and he was more than a little stronger than before, they still warned him what to do if he was injured.
Fang Qinglin nodded naturally: "Senior brother, don't worry."
As soon as the person left, his eyes changed instantly. He raised the Qingfeng in his hand and flew towards the junior sister.
Xihe had just kicked away a demon sect disciple who was attacking his fellow sect, when he turned around and saw a ghostly figure running through the crowd. He narrowed his eyes, ordered the disciples to look at each other, and then disappeared in a flash.
Wu Lao Mo was smiling arrogantly while looking at a female disciple with fear in his eyes, biting her neck——
A gust of wind came, and he subconsciously sent the female disciple forward, and suddenly a long sword penetrated the female disciple's chest.
Wu Laomo's pupils shrank, and when he saw the person coming, his scalp went numb, and he turned around and ran away.
"Where to go?" Xihe immediately chased after him.
Wu Lao Mo Zhi screamed: "Fairy Chu, Aunt Chu, you have to be merciful and merciful. You and your wife have already broken off one of my hands. We are already even. Why are you chasing after me?"
(End of chapter)
