Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

Chapter 220 Kill, No One Left Alive

"break!"

Following Zhang Xiaofan's loud shout, the huge Tai Chi Yin Yang diagram emitted a golden light and shot towards the sect protection formation below!
Inside the formation, Meng Ji looked at the huge Tai Chi Yin-Yang diagram and said nervously:
"Don't come over..."

However, he knew that just worrying would be useless, so he immediately shouted:
"The disciples of Changsheng Hall within the formation, abandon the attack of the formation and immediately increase the defense of the formation to the highest level!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the thirty or so disciples within the formation immediately activated the sect protection formation to its maximum defense.

Suddenly, the sect protection formation emitted a purple light, turning the sky purple.

"boom!"

The huge Tai Chi Yin-Yang diagram slammed into the protective sect formation, and suddenly a deafening sound was heard.

At the same time, golden shock waves spread out in the surroundings, shattering the surrounding trees!
When the golden light of the Tai Chi Yin Yang diagram faded, everyone looked over and saw that the purple light curtain of the Changsheng Hall's protective formation had disappeared completely.

Upon seeing this, the one hundred disciples of the Ghost King Sect looked towards the figure in the air, full of awe!
"Bang... bang... bang..."

The Changshengtang's protective formation was destroyed, and the thirty or so Changshengtang disciples who were standing in the formation to control it suffered backlash. They were directly blown away, fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood, and were already seriously injured, without the strength to fight again.

Meng Ji looked at the broken sect protection formation, looked at the figure in the air, knelt on the ground, and said in a trembling voice:

"Master Ghost Emperor, I, Meng Ji, at least have the strength of the peak of Yuqing, and I also have strategies."

"At this moment, I, Meng Ji, am willing to surrender, to join the Ghost King Sect, and to serve under the command of the Ghost Emperor!"

After saying that, Meng Ji stared at the Ghost Emperor nervously.

In his opinion, he was after all the grand elder of the Changsheng Hall, and had reached the peak of Yuqing.

You know, except for those old monsters who are gifted and have lived for more than three hundred years, his strength at the peak of Yuqing is almost the highest.

Moreover, with the strength at the peak of Jade Purity, one can establish one's own sect, even if it is only a second-rate sect.

However, with the strength at the peak of Yuqing, he could be an elder even in Qingyun Sect.

After all, in the battle ten years ago, he discovered that among the twenty-five elders of Qingyun Sect, twelve or thirteen were at the peak of Yuqing or the ninth level of Yuqing.

Therefore, Meng Ji was certain that with his strength at the peak of Yuqing level and his strategic thinking, the Ghost Emperor would not kill him now that he took the initiative to shoot.

Zhang Xiaofan slowly fell from the air, and the Killing Monk and Yan Hui led a hundred disciples of the Ghost King Sect and came behind Zhang Xiaofan.

Behind Meng Ji, more than sixty disciples of the Changsheng Hall, and more than thirty disciples of the Changsheng Hall who were seriously injured and lying on the ground, all looked at the Ghost Emperor in front of them in shock.

After all, they all knew that facing such a powerful Ghost Emperor and the one hundred Ghost King Sect disciples behind him, whether they could survive now depended entirely on the other party's thoughts.

Zhang Xiaofan looked at Meng Ji who was kneeling on the ground, and his voice sounded leisurely:
"Meng Ji, right? I know you. You are well-known in the Demon Sect. You are quite powerful and resourceful..."

Meng Ji was delighted when he heard the Ghost Emperor's praise, and he knew that the Ghost Emperor had accepted him, otherwise why would he praise him.

So, he let out a long breath and said excitedly:

"Thank you Ghost Emperor for your praise. In the future, I, Meng Ji..."

Suddenly, a sword flashed!
"Ho ho... ho ho..."

Meng Ji covered his neck and stared at the Ghost Emperor in disbelief, not understanding why the Ghost Emperor suddenly wanted to kill him. He opened his mouth to speak, but because his neck was cut by a sword, he could only make a hoarse sound of dying.

Zhang Xiaofan looked at Meng Ji in disbelief and said coldly:
"You think I'm the Ghost Emperor for nothing? Do you think I'll spare you if you beg for mercy? Rubbish!
Yan Hui and Sha Sheng, who were standing beside him, felt nervous when they saw this and looked at Zhang Xiaofan with awe in their eyes.

They swore that they would never betray the Ghost Emperor in the future, otherwise they would die without knowing how they died.

Moreover, the Ghost Emperor treated them well.

Meng Ji fell to the ground weakly, blood flowing from his neck and rushing towards the Blood Soul Sword in Zhang Xiaofan's hand.

After just three breaths, Meng Ji turned into a dried corpse.

Then, Zhang Xiaofan looked at the one hundred Changsheng Hall disciples in front of him and said in a deep voice:

"Kill!" "Leave no one alive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Huishasheng and a hundred disciples of the Ghost King Sect immediately attacked the disciples of the Changsheng Hall.

Upon seeing this, the Changsheng Hall disciples immediately fled to the rear. Even the thirty-odd disciples who had been hit by the backlash of the sect protection formation and fell to the ground, now managed to stand up and fled into the distance.

However, the Ghost King Sect’s disciples immediately caught up with the Changsheng Hall’s disciples, and in an instant, the two sides began to fight each other.

Sword energy was everywhere, swords flashed and shadows appeared, blood splattered, and severed limbs flew...

When Zhang Xiaofan saw this, he knew that the strength of the one hundred Changshengtang disciples who stayed behind to guard the sect was weaker than the seven hundred disciples that Yu Yangzi led to ambush the three righteous sects.

Moreover, among the one hundred disciples of Changsheng Hall who were left behind, the thirty or so disciples who were standing in the formation pattern to control the mountain protection formation were still the most powerful among the one hundred disciples.

These thirty or so disciples were hit hard by the backlash of the formation and were seriously injured.

In addition, without a backbone, he was in a state of panic.

Therefore, at this moment, if the one hundred disciples of the Ghost King Sect face off against the one hundred disciples of the Changsheng Hall, they will definitely win, and it will be a big victory.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaofan moved his body and turned into a residual shadow and disappeared here.

Zhang Xiaofan was extremely fast and arrived at the big tree where he had been standing before ten minutes later.

Looking above, the seven hundred Changsheng Hall disciples, led by Yuyangzi and Meng Yuan, were fighting a bloody battle with the disciples of the three righteous sects.

However, Zhang Xiaofan realized that, just as he had expected, although there were only 300 disciples from the three righteous sects, they were all the elite of the three sects.

Most of Yu Yangzi's former elite disciples died in the battle between good and evil ten years ago.

Now, these 700 disciples, together with the disciples from the three righteous sects, under the leadership of Xiao Yicai, carved magic arrays and traps in the woods, catching the disciples of Changsheng Hall off guard.

Therefore, in just one hour of fighting, the three righteous sects lost more than a dozen people, while the Changsheng Hall lost two hundred disciples.

"Ok?"

At this time, Zhang Xiaofan saw that his senior brother Song Daren was fighting with the current second elder of Changsheng Hall, Meng Yuan.

The Ten Tigers Immortal Sword in Song Daren's hand opened and closed vigorously, and every sword strike was like dozens of tigers descending from the mountain.

However, Song Daren's Taoism is far inferior to Meng Yuan's.

Meng Yuan swung the magic sword in his hand, easily blocking Song Daren's attack, and suddenly slashed with the sword, shocking Song Daren back.

Then, he took advantage of the situation to attack, and the magic sword in his hand transformed into three giant swords, slashing towards Song Daren.

At this moment, a dragon roar sounded, and a sword light fell from the sky, destroying the three giant swords.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Jingyu stood in front of Song Daren, looking heroic and handsome, like a sharp sword.

Seeing this, Song Daren said gratefully:
"Junior Brother Lin, thank you very much!"

Lin Jingyu stared at Meng Yuan and said:
"Brother Song, you don't have to be polite. You and I are both disciples of Qingyun. You are Xiaofan's senior brother. Xiaofan is my only brother. It is only natural for me to save you."

"Xiao Fan..." Song Daren murmured, and the image of his junior brother appeared in his mind.

Lin Jingyu looked at Meng Yuan, intending to kill him with one sword, and said in a deep voice:

"The righteousness of heaven and earth will last forever. We don't seek to kill immortals, but kill ghosts and gods!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a green dragon condensed behind him.

"cut!"

With a deep shout, the Azure Dragon transformed into a sword aura and slashed towards Meng Yuan.

(End of this chapter)