Taoist priest Tianyanzi left, and the six Taoist priests who had lived with him in this rolling mountain for thousands of years buried the body of Taoist Tianyanzi at the top of Alchemy Peak. The breeze blew, and the six Taoist priests of Guiyan Peak The leader and his disciples stood silently, the grief and anger in their eyes uncontrollable. Every disciple had red eyes, tears in his eyes, and said nothing, looking at the piece of loess in front of him. He could still recall the old man's voice and smile in his mind. It was extremely quiet on the top of the mountain, and only his ears could be heard. The sound of the wind beside me seemed as if everything in the world was seeing Xian Dao Tianyanzi off.
The situation changed suddenly in one day, and no one expected this result. Tianyanzi Taoist Master lived a virtuous life, but in the end he ended up with such a self-destructive inner elixir. Why not lament in such a situation.
After a long time, everyone retreated, and a new tomb was added to the top of the alchemy peak. There was only a vicissitudes of life and sad figure left in front of the tomb, whispering lonely and sadly, not knowing what to say to Taoist Priest Tianyanzi who was buried here. Telling something.
However, the world has been changing. The end of Taoist Tianyanzi's life did not bring about an innocent world with clear black and white and a bright moon hanging high. This ancient temple has been hidden in the memory of the world. God's test on it is far from over. . God created man and all things. All things can meet people's needs, but they cannot satisfy people's desires. The seven sons of Guiyanfeng once witnessed with their own eyes how the leader of Wudang Ancient Temple went from heaven to hell, but now, all six of them have a vague feeling that the same test is coming again.
There are about a thousand unselected disciples on the front mountain of Guiyan Peak. They practice hard every day and polish their foundation. They don't know what happened on the back mountain. On the day when Liuguang Blessed Land and Beiluomen came to attack, they practiced on time as usual. Liuguang Blessed Land was like spring all year round, with infinite scenery, and the sky on Duochen Cliff was clear and as clear as water. Suddenly, the wind and clouds changed color, dark clouds covered the sky and sun, and pressed down from the top of Duanchen Cliff. The thousands of disciples were suddenly shrouded in boundless darkness.
The disciples were so panicked that they all stopped practicing and looked up at the dark clouds above their heads, trying to figure out what was going on. After looking up for a long time, there seemed to be light coming out of the dark clouds. When the light got closer, the disciples Only then did he see that they were the twelve old men in strange clothes, followed by countless disciples.
The disciples were wondering when they saw the twelve people casually raising one hand, and twelve rays of light of different colors flashed together, and there was a shocking sound. Before they could react, the bodies of thousands of disciples were exposed on Duochen Cliff. His life was taken instantly on the spot.
Thousands of people died in the blink of an eye, but these twelve old men still had no expression on their faces and walked towards the back mountain without moving forward.
As soon as the explosion sounded, Tian Xiaozi from Duanchen Cliff took Helai and rushed to Qianshan. However, they were still a step too late. When they arrived, none of the Qianshan disciples had survived.
A group of people above Duochen Cliff also stopped when they saw Tian Xiaozi. One of the twelve people smiled happily and asked, "Do you remember who I am?"
Hearing the person's question, Tian Xiaozi took a closer look, and memories suddenly came back to him, and his eyes suddenly revealed endless hatred and murderous intent.
Seeing the change in Tian Xiaozi's expression, the man said with satisfaction: "Well, that's right. It seems you have remembered it!"
"You rat who has entered the hall, how come I don't know who you are!" Behind Tian Xiaozi, a richer voice sounded. He turned around and saw that senior brother Tian Tongzi flew in with the other Taoist priests from the peaks. Behind him, The disciples from the back mountain of Guiyan Peak have all arrived, and their momentum is as good as the incoming enemy.
"Oh? Did you really recognize us?" Another person among the twelve people said.
"It's just that your sect has given me too much respect for Guiyanfeng. Liuguang Blessed Land is already at the bottom of the Seventy-Two Blessed Lands, and I, Guiyanfeng, am at the bottom of all the sects in the Blessed Land Alliance. A small sect within a small sect is really worthy of your mobilization of troops. "?" Taoist Priest Tian Yuzi asked.
"A small sect among small sects?" the visitor asked, "This Taoist priest is too humble. Wudang Ancient Temple is famous far and wide. I still admire him to this day. I learned that your sect has hidden here, endured hardships, kept a low profile, and I admire him. The heart is more powerful, it is really the style of everyone, how can you say that this is a small sect among small sects?"
As soon as these words came out, the Taoist priests from all the peaks all felt tense and filled with hatred. They all recalled the scene of the Wudang Ancient Temple being bloodbathed thousands of years ago. Unexpectedly, now that the great cause of recovery has not been completed, these people are here again. They He knew in his heart that the incoming enemy was too powerful and that he was no match for him. However, even so, he would definitely fight to the death with the incoming enemy.
"How did you know that I, Guiyan Peak, was the ancient Wudang Temple back then?" Taoist Master Tianjizi asked in a deep voice.
"Haha!" There was a burst of proud laughter from the crowd, "My good master, do you still remember me?"
Looking for the voice, there was an old man in purple among the twelve people. The voice came from behind him, and everyone in Guiyan Peak recognized the man behind him. He was the defecting disciple Yun Xia.
Yun Xia asked in reply, then walked around the purple-clothed old man and stood in front of everyone, and continued: "That day I controlled Yunyue with my Gu technique, so I heard clearly what Uncle Tian Tongzi said to the outstanding disciples!"
As soon as these words came out, Taoist Master Tiantongzi felt regretful. It was only because of his own anxiety that he brought trouble to the sect.
At this moment, Lingyuan Peak disciple Hou Zhu, who had been silent among the disciples in the back mountain, asked: "As you said, you killed both Yunyue and Yunlin?"
"So what? My cultivation level is much higher than that of Yunyue. You, Lingyuan Peak, have always been unknown. Now you still want to help the two of them take revenge? Just you?" Yunxia said jokingly, thinking together. , the meditation wheel is held in the hand.
Looking at the meditation wheel in Yunxia's hand, everyone knew the answer to what happened that day. Yunxia's skills must have been learned from the old man in purple who defected from southern Xinjiang. Without the protection of the sect's magic weapon, he would naturally covet the sky. The meditation chakra of the machine, however, the real answer may not be just that.
"You try?" As soon as the three soft but powerful words were spoken, Hou Zhu had already shot out, and Yunxia naturally took the move. In the blink of an eye, the two figures stopped in front of the two army formations, and Yunxia's meditation chakra was high. Before it came down, the throat of Hou Zhu was pierced by Hou Zhu's wooden sword. Everything happened between lightning and flint. All the disciples were very surprised. None of them knew that Hou Zhu had such cultivation.
As for Yunxia, her astonished expression was permanently frozen, and she died before she could ask any questions.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!" The old man in purple said the word "good" three times in a row, and raised his hands to make a dragon's claw shape. Hou Zhu's expression instantly became painful, as if someone had strangled his throat from a distance, and his shoulders A little monkey on the bed rushed towards the old man in purple with a strange cry: "Squeak!"
The old man in purple clothes kept the dragon's claw unchanged with his left hand, and slapped his right hand casually, and the little monkey fell into the valley. The expression on Hou Zhu's face became even more painful. He turned his head and looked in the direction where the little monkey fell, but he said nothing. Not coming out.
"Don't hurt my disciple's life!" Taoist Master Tian Guzi shouted, and he took out a palm in the air, which was calmly received by the right hand of the old man in purple. At the same time, he exerted force with his left hand, turned the dragon's claw, and the air was instantly filled with blood. Zhu's neck was actually broken and his head was missing!
"No!" Taoist Priest Tianguzi's shrill scream failed to stop the old man in purple. "Junior Brother Hou Zhu!" Yu Kui and Yu Qing shouted almost at the same time. In the blink of an eye, all the disciples of Gui Yanfeng showed their magic weapons.
"Give back my disciple's life!" Taoist Priest Tian Guzi shouted again, pinching the spell with his hand, and thousands of green rays of light set off the bamboo shadow and attacked the purple-clothed old man. The other five Taoist priests also had hatred in their eyes, and their swords were on the verge of breaking out.
The old man in purple clothes did not move. Taoist Priest Tian Guzi's attack came to an abrupt end in front of the old man in purple clothes. The two people behind the old man in purple clothes neutralized the attack with just the wind of their palms.
"Well!" The old man in purple looked at the people in Guiyan Peak who were holding magic weapons in front of them, nodded with satisfaction, and said: "I feel a little like Taoist Priest Yuan's demeanor back then! I will play with you for a while longer today. Let's see when you can My strength has been exhausted!" As soon as he finished speaking, the old man raised his hands and chanted in a low voice, his voice was incomprehensible, and he didn't know what it was about.
Seeing this, the six Taoist masters of Guiyan Peak turned pale in shock and started to attack. In one moment, six rays of rays of light attacked the old man in purple. The other twelve people in the group were also unequivocal, each showing his ability to catch the attacks of the six elders.
The disciples on both sides were blessed in their souls and helped the elders on both sides. The sky above Duochen Cliff was filled with rays of light. When the stalemate continued, the singing of the old man in purple ended.
Looking at the scene at Duochen Cliff again, it is even more terrifying than the black clouds just now. Purgatory on earth is right in front of you!
The Duanchen Cliff under the feet of everyone in Guiyan Peak was filled with crazily surging blood. The twelve elders and their group suddenly disappeared. The Duanchen Cliff was instantly enveloped by a bloody halo, and everyone was trapped in this unknown place. In the famous magic circle.
Under the dark clouds, the wind and clouds changed color, and it seemed that everything in the world turned red for a while.
Amid everyone's astonishment, the thousands of disciples who died instantly at the beginning of the battle seemed to be restored to life by a mysterious force. They stood up from the ground one by one. Each of them had dull eyes. , the skin color is deathly gray, and they are all the same as corpses, except for a pair of eyes, the red light keeps flashing, like a demon.
They jumped up from the ground together, and attacked the people of Guiyan Peak in a dense manner. They moved forward indomitably, not knowing whether they were alive or dead, and they had already lost their minds. It was easy to control such a huge zombie army. Although these disciples had very little cultivation, hundreds of them came like ants at the same time. For a moment, the six elders of Gui Yanfeng were really helpless.
"Controlling a thousand zombies at the same time, this old man's skill has actually reached this level!" Taoist Master Tiantongzi only had time to sigh, and then led his disciples to fight against the oncoming zombies. Suddenly, the sky was filled with The underground became a Shura battlefield.
Facing the evil thing, someone suddenly played the sheng among the crowd at Guiyan Peak. The sound of the performance was beautiful and soothing, and it had a great effect. Not only did the disciples present feel peaceful, but it also made the zombies gradually stop in their tracks.
"Huh? There are actually Liuyun Sect disciples present?" one of the twelve old men said in confusion.
What this person said is true. The person who played the music was Luo Lan, a disciple of the Liuyun Sect who came to Guiyan Peak with Tianyanzi. Since arriving at Guiyan Peak, Roland has been taking care of Tongran, who has lost all his cultivation, at Tongling Peak. The two get along day and night, and their old relationship relapses, and they become friends with Qin and Jin. But he didn't expect that before he could enjoy a few days of freedom, he would be trapped in purgatory together with Yanfeng.
As soon as the old man finished speaking, a sharp sword energy burst out towards the source of the music. No one could resist it, and the beam of blue light hit Roland directly in the chest. In an instant, this outstanding female disciple of Liuyun Sect died. At the top of Duchen Cliff.
"Roland!" Tongran wailed, but there was nothing he could do.
"Oh?" There was another voice of doubt, and a long whip was thrown towards Tongran. When Tian Tongzi and others reacted, Tongran had been tied up tightly, like a rice dumpling, and was caught by the opponent's long whip. Hanging in the air.
"How can he be a mortal!" The old man sighed again. Only then did all the disciples of Guiyan Peak understand that on that day of the competition, after Nongyu, who was integrated with Tongran, was destroyed, the senior brother who was once the number one among the disciples was separated from the mortals. There is no difference. Thinking of this, Yu Kui was filled with grief and indignation, tears welling up in her eyes. She looked at Tong Ran in the sky and shouted: "Elder brother! I'm here to save you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the long whip that tied Tongran was suddenly untied. Looking at Tongran again, he was like a piece of paper that was blown by the mountain wind, gradually fell into the valley, and soon disappeared.
Before Yu Kui could catch up, the long whip was already in front of her. In the panic, Yu Kui's white bone whip was about to get entangled with the long whip, but the long whip suddenly disappeared, and the old man who just spoke also disappeared. There was no trace, and within the red light barrier, only the people at Guiyan Peak and the zombies who took action again were left. Before she could think about it, Yu Kui fought with the zombies that were surrounding her. These zombies were unconscious and had low cultivation levels. They were very fragile in front of the outstanding disciple Yu Kui. With a wave of Yu Kui's long whip, several zombies were killed. Shattered to pieces, however, there are always new zombies surrounding them, and everyone's mana is rapidly consumed in this endless cycle.
More and more back-mountain disciples were exhausted due to the consumption of mana, and their throats were bitten by zombies, but the battle continued.
During the battle, the arrogance of the zombies was even stronger than that of these disciples. They had low cultivation before they were alive, but now they were turned into zombies. Everything was very different. Every disciple could feel an invisible and terrifying feeling. The oppression makes it impossible to breathe.
The six Taoist priests, as if facing a formidable enemy, used all their strength to kill these once vigorous disciples of Guiyan Peak.
Thousands of rays of rays of light from the Guiyan Peak disciples merged with the unchanging blood color of the zombies. One disciple after another died, and the six Taoist priests saw clearly but were unable to do anything.
The remaining outstanding disciples such as Yukui, Yuqing, and Helai led their fellow disciples to fight against trapped beasts. These young people who were once cute, smart, intellectual and forthright were able to ignore the threat of death. They were not afraid of life and death. In their hearts, there are more important things than living.
However, something more terrifying happened. The evil old man in purple started singing again outside the magic circle. More and more disciples from the back mountain who had just died in the battle continued to join this zombie army. among.
If the former disciples with low power are still a group of monsters with only brute strength and no sense of pain, then the zombies turned into by these disciples from the back mountain who have achieved cultivation are completely different. They are more like the gods of death from hell. They are different from the gods of death. The remaining disciples of Guiyan Peak have similar cultivation levels and have profound magic power. Whether it is flying swords or magic formations, they can master the skills of the disciples from the back mountain who are still alive at the moment. The aura of death between heaven and earth is even stronger.
The brothers who met every day suddenly became like this, which no one could accept. However, these zombies no longer have any emotions at this moment, and they kill the former limbs without mercy. As the remaining disciples hesitate and find it difficult to kill, more and more of their own deaths will occur, and the zombie army formed by the disciples behind them will become larger and larger. Time was not waiting for me, Taoist Master Tiantongzi looked livid and shouted loudly: "Kill those disciples who have lost their minds quickly!"
In desperation, the outstanding disciples led their respective junior brothers and sisters to kill, stabbing the brothers who had just died with sword after sword.
The disciples of the Six Peaks fought independently and were broken up into several small groups by the zombie army, making it impossible for the outstanding disciples to look after each other, let alone form an effective defensive sword formation. Senior brother Tongran is dead, Xingyu and Xiao He are nowhere to be found, Hou Zhu also has his head missing and fell into a mountain stream. Among the disciples at this moment, the two sisters with the highest cultivation level are Yukui and Yuqing. The two led their disciples to deal with the enemy, especially Yu Kui. I don’t know how many exhausted disciples were saved by her five dragon whip when they were about to be swallowed by zombies, let alone how many zombies died in those sounds. Among the dragon's roar. With all five whips coming out, almost no zombies could get close to her. However, using the five dragon whips to the extreme would consume a huge amount of mana for Yu Kui.
The disciples couldn't take care of each other, and Yu Kui was eager to save people. No one knew when she fell.
In the melee, Yuqing and Yukui had no time to care about each other. They never thought that when the two sisters who grew up together met again on the battlefield, it would be such a difficult scene.
Ten steps away, Yu Kui looked at Yu Qing with a cold eyebrow, and the bone whip in her hand glowed eerily. Yuqing looked at her senior sister in horror. She was unwilling to accept this reality, but the reality was so cruel. At some point, Yukui had already died of exhaustion and turned into a zombie without emotions.
"Senior sister, I am Yuqing, I am Yuqing!" After such a tragic battle, Yuqing has long been able to accept the fact that he has to destroy his brothers and sisters with his own hands. However, faced with the fact that he grew up together as a sister, She still had trouble staying sane when Yu Kui treated her normally.
However, Yu Kui didn't say a word, her cold face was a dead gray, and her empty eyes couldn't see any human emotions. Before Yu Qing finished speaking, Yu Kui had already attacked, and the white bone whip was attacking Yu Qing again and again with the sharp cold wind.
Yuqing was forced back step by step in the hurried block, but Yukui's attack did not stop. The unwilling Yuqing still shouted: "Senior sister, I am, I am Yuqing, wake up, wake up!"
However, such shouting is naturally in vain for a living dead. Under pressure, only Yuqing can withstand Yukui's attack. As for the other disciples, they are under the attack of senior sister Yukui. , it appears fragile.
Witnessing the death of Nan Yufeng, a junior sister who he had known day and night, Yuqing had tears in her eyes and had no choice but to fight back against Yukui.
Yu Kui's five dragon whips are very powerful, and Yu Qing's swords are equally hard to resist. They have been entangled in love and hate for a man, and the two of them finally started a life-and-death fight in this unimaginable situation. .
Yukui used five whips at the same time, and the dragon's roar wrapped the two of them tightly. Yuqing no longer neglected, and at the same time, he used the three magical weapons of Bingyu Sword, Xiaolu Sword, and Hanyu Belt to the extreme, which can be used to attack and defend. For a while, it was hard to tell the difference between Yu Kui and Yu Kui.
Yuqing sword after sword, the blue and white mana flashes with the wonderful light that can only be seen in the best state. Even though Yukui has turned into a zombie, her fighting qualities have not been compromised in the slightest. Five Dragon Whip and Yuqing The two lines of swords blended together, and the strange light finally attracted the attention of the other six Taoist priests, especially Tian Yuzi.
However, the six Taoist priests fighting on their own were unable to do anything at all under the army of hundreds of zombies. They could only watch the two most outstanding disciples of Guiyan Peak killing each other. No one can save Yu Kui, and no one can help Yu Qing. As long as these six Taoist priests are even slightly distracted, several disciples around them will die.
The foundation accumulated by Gui Yanfeng through enduring humiliation and hardship will be exhausted today.
Gradually, in front of the tireless zombie Yukui, Yuqing's mana has been exhausted to an unimaginable level, and he is about to follow in Yukui's footsteps. And Yuqing would never allow such a thing to happen to herself.
Seeing that Yu Qing was about to die, Taoist Priest Tianjizi rushed out quickly, opened and closed a few palms, and forced a bloody path. He led the few remaining disciples around him to Tian Yuzi and said: "Junior sister, leave this to me and you go rescue Yuqing."
"Senior brother..." Taoist priest Tian Yuzi would say.
"Go!" Taoist Master Tianjizi shouted again, and then he devoted all his energy to resisting the zombies.
Taoist Priest Tian Yuzi flew towards her two beloved disciples. However, as soon as she got close, Yu Qing's mana was running low. Yu Kui easily used the white bone whip to wrap around Yu Qing, who was as energetic as a gossamer. Pulling him in front of him, his bloodthirsty nature was exposed, and he opened his mouth to bite Yuqing's neck.
"My child, don't do it!" Taoist Priest Tian Yuzi roared. For some reason, Yu Kui, who had become a zombie, suddenly stopped moving for a few seconds, and the light of humanity flashed through her eyes.
In the midst of this electric light and flint, Yuqing used his last bit of strength to backhand his sword, and the slender Xiaolu sword pierced his abdomen and also penetrated Yukui's body.
At this moment, Yu Kui's movements stopped completely and she was no longer conscious.
The Xiaolu Sword penetrated the bodies of the two sisters, drifted down from the air, and fell heavily to the ground. At the last moment of life, the elder sister hugged her younger sister, and the two sisters' bodies were tightly nestled together. They left this world in this posture.
Taoist Priest Tianyuzi's roar became even more painful: "This is my child, this is my child!"
Full of grief and anger, Taoist Tian Yuzi could only look up to the sky and howl. At this moment, Taoist Tianjizi once again turned into a black shadow and flew to Taoist Tian Yuzi's side. He didn't care about any comfort and grabbed Taoist Tian Yuzi's robe. Move closer to his senior brother Tian Tongzi. At this moment, Taoist Tianyuzi was being carried by Taoist Tianjizi without any resistance. For a moment, he seemed not to know what was happening around him. His eyes were fixed on the people who were getting further and further away from him. The bodies of two dependent sisters.
The eleven elders among the enemies were still continuously blessing the purple-clothed old man with mana. His chanting never stopped. The entire Duanchen Cliff was trembling violently, and the blood gradually dyed the mountain red. Surrounded by zombies, the activities of everyone in Guiyan Peak became smaller and smaller.
If it weren't for the six Taoist priests with high magical powers who fought hard to counteract each other, I believe that no one in Guiyan Peak would have survived at this moment.
The eyes of every Taoist priest who were usually immortal were filled with murderous intent at this moment. They used their magic power to the extreme, tearing apart the zombies in front of them one after another.
The remaining disciples also became more willing to fight. No matter what, they had to withstand this attack. Under the constant siege of zombies, everyone's mana is being consumed at the speed of the flood.
To have to personally kill these brothers who once lived together day and night is the most painful decision in the world.
They retreated to the top of Duochen Cliff, resisting the zombie army with their backs against the cliff. Gradually, the mana of the purple-clothed elder was consumed to a certain extent, but the momentum of the zombie army gradually slowed down. Seeing this opportunity, Taoist Master Tiantongzi When the six people used their lifelong skills to attack the zombie army at the same time, without the powerful magical support of the twelve people behind them, the defense of these monsters became very weak in front of the six Taoist priests with advanced cultivation.
There was a loud bang, and another bright light flashed. When everyone opened their eyes again, not a single standing zombie could be seen. Duanchen Cliff was once again littered with corpses, and every face lying on the ground, They are all very familiar with such a fierce battle, in which all the dead are their own people, and the enemy has not been injured at all. In fact, at this moment, everyone already knows the outcome of the recent fierce battle. However, a cultivator can only be destroyed, never defeated!
The tide of zombies finally receded, and Duochen Cliff temporarily regained its calm. A few rays of light flashed, and the twelve old men once again appeared in front of everyone. The leader smiled sharply and said: "Hand over your sect's magical weapon, the treasures of heaven, materials, and earth." , Internal and External Alchemy Sutra. I would like to promise that I will only abolish your practice and never take another life!"
Hearing this, Taoist Master Tiantongzi sneered and said: "No need to pretend, how can you, with such a high level of cultivation, value our little possessions? You must be here for my fifth junior brother's space magic weapon!"
Taoist Priest Tiantongzi answered like this, and the old man's smile became even brighter, and he said: "Haha, that's fine, but that's not entirely true. Our sect's style of doing things has always been to eradicate the roots, but now a moment of negligence has left you and the rest. , it really has to be eliminated!”
"Then don't talk nonsense! Kill me, and everything in my Wudang Ancient Temple will be yours!" Tian Jizi roared angrily, and then struck. However, too much mana had been consumed just now, and now he was already dying. The old man headed up and faced Tian Jizi violently, but with just one blow, Tian Jizi was pushed back and fell back to where he was.
With eyes full of helplessness and hatred, several Taoist priests looked at each other and had thoughts in their hearts.
"Have you thought about it?" the old man asked.
Elder Tian Tongzi suddenly showed a very indifferent smile and said: "Think about it, you can't take anything away!"
"Don't try to imitate your master. Today we have deployed a sky net array to cover the seven peaks of Guiyan. None of you can escape." The old man reminded sternly.
"No one will run away." Taoist Master Tiantongzi replied calmly again.
"If you have other thoughts, you will definitely be buried here today!" Another old man among the twelve people said.
"Why should I be afraid!" Taoist Priest Tiantongzi roared angrily. The remaining five Taoist priests, together with all the remaining disciples, raised the magic power of Dantian to the limit and shot it towards the twelve old men.
More than ten dazzling rays of light rushed towards them. The twelve old men naturally understood that the practitioners in front of them were preparing to die together with the blow that shattered their Dantian. However, the difference in strength between them was really huge, not to mention the six Taoist priests at this moment. Their magic power is no longer at its strongest, and at this moment they don't even have the capital to die.
Even so, the twelve old men did not neglect at all. They still showed their magical powers, and the twelve colors of mana light met the final blow of Taoist Master Tiantongzi and everyone.
There was a loud rumble between heaven and earth, and the pure impact of such powerful mana caused an explosion that shook the sky and the earth, and the dazzling light almost blinded everyone's eyes.
After a long time, the reverberation of the explosion faded and everything calmed down. The twelve old men were still standing there, while the six Taoist priests who returned to Yanfeng and the last few surviving disciples turned into a piece of dust and disappeared between heaven and earth. No trace was left.
Looking at the ruined purgatory in front of him, an old man at the head said lightly: "I think this is a good start."
Twelve people left, and what was left behind was a riddled Guiyan Peak. What was also left behind was murderous intent, resentment, and destruction.
