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Chapter 305 Massacre of the City
Qin Ming took out the stone talisman and just opened the small spiritual realm to come to the outside world.

The Sky-Devouring Rat in the Spirit Beast Bag said in a serious tone:
"Master, there is a strong demonic aura coming from the direction of Sanxian City. I think something has happened."

Qin Ming was stunned when he heard this. In the past, he would definitely not care about it, but now that he has sufficient strength, he naturally wants to take a look.

He immediately turned back to take Silver Wing and the Black Water Crocodile with him.

Then he rode on the Silver-Winged Frost Bee and flew towards the Three Immortals City at lightning speed.

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Outside Sanxian City, dark clouds rolled in.

Thousands of demon cultivators surrounded the entire city.

The corpses of monks outside the city covered the ground, and the smell of blood was overwhelming.

The purple protective magic circle light curtain began to crumble under the bombardment of countless evil-filled magic arts.

The many independent cultivators and Jinkui Sect cultivators guarding the city began to show expressions of fear as they looked at the surging demonic energy outside the city.

"City Lord Fan, how long can we hold on here? I have sent a distress signal to the sect, but I learned that the sect has also been attacked by the evil monks." Chen Beixuan's face looked a little ugly.

He also didn't understand how such a large number of demon cultivators appeared out of nowhere.

This caught them off guard and caused them heavy losses.

Now in Sanxian City, only City Lord Fan and he are in the late stage of foundation building, but it is useless when facing the large number of demon cultivators.

What's more, there are also many foundation-building magic cultivators in the opponent's camp.

"They are from the Yuanmo Sect and the Hehuan Sect."

at this time.

Dozens of miles away from the city, dark clouds were rolling, and several pitch-black lights appeared from afar in an instant.

The figures of a sinister man with a hooked nose and a handsome, feminine young man with a bohemian appearance emerged.

It was Qiu Ye and Ye Wuxian who had been teleported here earlier.

With the appearance of these two people, the terrifying magical aura of perfect foundation building instantly descended outside the city.

"A demon cultivator who has completed his foundation building!"

City Lord Fan looked outside in horror, and Chen Beixuan also showed a complicated and conflicted expression.

"Old Fan, I'm afraid we can't defend this city today."

"Be prepared to abandon the city and escape."

But he hadn't finished yet, and what surprised the two even more was yet to come.

I saw the hook-nosed man and the feminine and handsome man behind him.

A dark red chariot with a dragon relief pattern slowly emerged and flew into the air. The carriage was semi-open with only an ornate sunshade canopy.

The chariot was not pulled by any spirit beasts. On the throne inside, a young man with a weird face was lying on the ground, with a diamond-shaped green rune on his forehead.

At first glance, there was no trace of magical power fluctuation on this person.

Qiu Ye of the Yuan Mo Sect and Ye Wuxian of the He Huan Sect, upon seeing this person coming, quickly put aside their previous arrogant attitudes and bowed respectfully in the direction of the carriage, saying:

"Greetings to Lord Yang!"

The cultivators in the Three Immortals City were completely panicked after seeing this scene. Who else could make two cultivators who have reached the peak of the foundation building stage behave so servilely except for a Jindan demon cultivator?
Now even City Lord Fan and Chen Beixuan who were stationed in Sanxian City couldn't hold it anymore.

The strange young man on the dark red dragon-patterned chariot spoke calmly:
"I heard that a ghost disaster relic appeared in this world. It was the palace of the old demon Bai Gu. Although I didn't find the magatama golden mirror, the trip was worthwhile. I captured a good subordinate."

"The monks in this city are just right for him to nourish himself."

After he said that, he took out a black ghost flag and waved it. Suddenly, black demonic energy surged out, and a demon corpse with green hair and fangs walked out of it, emitting terrifying magical power fluctuations of the Jindan level!
"Green Scale Ghost King!"

Qiu Ye and Ye Wuxian, who were standing by, couldn't help but break out in cold sweats when they saw the Ghost King appear.

They knew very well that this ghost king was born from the ruins of Taihu Lake, and he killed people in Liang State with unparalleled strength. Even the Jindan Patriarch had to retreat.

I didn’t expect that such a ferocious Jindan-level ghost could be subdued by Yang Shangshi. One can imagine his true cultivation level.

The Green Scaled Ghost King was over eight feet tall, with a sturdy build, wearing bone armor and holding a giant ghost-head halberd. An aura of brutality and cruelty instantly enveloped the entire city.

When Chen Beixuan saw this scene, he could no longer hold back.

He shouted to City Lord Fan:
"Run away!"

Suddenly.

The Green Scaled Ghost King swept the giant ghost-head halberd in his hand downwards, and an extremely sharp black streak slashed out, cutting through the sky and hitting the protective formation of the Three Immortals City.

Bang! Click!
The purple defensive light shield shattered like bubbles under such a terrifying blow, and dissipated and disappeared.

There was a hint of bloodthirstiness in his eyes as he stared at City Lord Fan and Chen Beixuan who were fleeing to the back of the city.

The cultivation base of these two is the highest among the city lord, so they are naturally the best supplements for him.

City Lord Fan suddenly felt himself locked in a bone-chilling chill. He was so frightened that his soul flew away. He immediately took out a life-saving talisman and slapped it on himself.

But the next moment.

A ghost mist rose from the Green Scaled Ghost King's body, and he disappeared instantly.

puff!

When it reappeared, it had pierced City Lord Fan's back. A pair of steel-like ghost claws pierced through his chest, holding a beating heart covered in blood.

City Lord Fan's face was as pale as paper. He looked at the place where blood was gushing out of his chest with fear and an expression of disbelief.

Then his pupils dilated, and his consciousness instantly fell into endless darkness.
When the wandering cultivators in the city saw this scene, even City Lord Fan, who was in the late foundation building stage, couldn't withstand a single blow from this ghost.

They were all so frightened that their hearts and livers broke, crying for their parents and running away in all directions.

Chen Beixuan's heart also fell to the bottom, his face showing despair. It was obvious that he could not escape the clutches of this Jindan-level Ghost King.

As the formation was broken and the city gates opened, the demon cultivators from the Yuanmo Sect and the Hehuan Sect poured into the city and started killing people.

Suddenly, a tragic scene took place here.

Ye Wuxian and Qiu Ye also began to take out their respective magic weapons and reap the lives of the monks.

Both of them have established a perfect foundation in magic cultivation. Every time they make a move, a large number of cultivators fall like wheat and turn into ghosts of the magic weapons in their hands.

The strange man called Yang Shangshi was sitting on the dark red chariot with dragon patterns. He looked at everything with cold eyes, with no ripples in his heart.

Chen Beixuan used several of his most powerful tricks in succession, turned into a blue afterimage, and fled desperately.

But the Green Scaled Ghost King behind him ate City Lord Fan completely and chased after him in an instant.

The Green Scaled Ghost King's eyes glowed green. How could he let the ant in front of him escape?

He flashed behind Chen Beixuan, stretched out a sharp claw, and his pitch-black nails shone with a cold black light, and grabbed him in an instant.

Chen Beixuan's eyes showed despair, and he was about to fight to the death.

Whoosh!
Stab it!

A streak of light flashed by, as if drawing a thin green line in the air, and it actually directly cut off one of the Green Scaled Ghost King's hands!
Then, a huge and heart-pounding spiritual pressure came from far away and descended on Sanxian City.

Those bloodthirsty and murderous low-level demon cultivators suddenly exploded one by one under this immense spiritual pressure.

The strange young man on the dark red dragon-patterned chariot showed an extremely solemn expression when he saw this. He stood up and looked towards the sky in the distance opposite.

I saw a violent fluctuation in the space, and then ripples spread out like water waves, and a young man with ordinary appearance emerged, emitting spiritual pressure, which made all the demon cultivators in the city change color!
Even Qiu Ye and Ye Wuxian, who had sinister looks, showed fear and doubt when they saw each other.

"Master Mochizuki!"

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(End of this chapter)