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Last night, he sent two Dao Heart Elders and thirty-three elite disciples of Dao Mountain into Hexi Valley. In theory, the news should be transmitted back very quickly.

One night is enough to wipe out that bunch of peasants.

Even midnight is enough.

He waited in Cangshan Pavilion, eager to see the true appearance of this divine weapon, the "gun."

However, as dawn broke, no news had yet arrived.

What happened?

The Grand Elder strolled out of Cangshan Pavilion.

Today, the rain finally stopped.

The dark clouds are still there.

The sunlight, hidden deep in the clouds, slowly peeled away the night veil of Cangshan Sect, revealing this land of green mountains and clear waters...

Suddenly, a gunshot shattered the dawn at Cangshan Sect.

The gunshot startled the birds into flight.

On the huge plaza of the Cangshan Sect, hundreds of disciples who were meditating cross-legged and doing their morning prayers looked up at the front of them in surprise.

On the upper floor of the pavilion ahead, a disciple dressed in purple robes, with a bloody hole in his forehead, slowly collapsed.

On the roof of another pavilion, a young man held a strange object that looked like a fire poker, from which a wisp of very faint smoke rose.

This young man is Zhou Wenju.

His shot was the signal!

One shot rang out, and a hundred shots followed!

Overnight, thanks to his and Lao Qi's initial clearing efforts, all the key outposts of the Cangshan Sect were eliminated, and Xu Hai led a large force to occupy the advantageous terrain of the Cangshan Sect.

Whether it's a treetop, a pavilion, a hillside, or a boulder...

Gunfire erupted immediately!

The Grand Elder's face turned ashen in an instant...

He finally witnessed firsthand the incredible power of the gun!

He suddenly realized that there were at least several hundred gunmen on Cangshan Mountain!

Those damned lowly people from Hexi dared to trespass on Cangshan Mountain!

"All disciples, kill the enemy!" The Grand Elder roared, his voice echoing throughout the mountain. He was a person at the pinnacle of Dao Heart, and apart from not yet having sprouted the "Flower of Primordial Spirit," his cultivation had almost reached the pinnacle of the mortal realm.

Swish!

The entire mountain trembled as countless disciples leaped to their feet and pounced on the exposed gunmen in every corner.

Normally, if an ordinary archer is discovered by a cultivator, he is almost certainly doomed. However, the great battle that has begun today is in a way that they do not understand.

These villagers, unafraid of the practitioners, opened fire on them.

The moment the gun was drawn, an eerie aura tore through the void, instantly severely impacting the cultivator's movements...

Even more undetected gunmen fired bullets from corners they hadn't seen, killing hundreds of disciples in an instant. Even minor scratches were too much for these disciples to bear, because the erosion of the power of the Dao would at best tarnish their Dao roots and altars, and at worst completely destroy their cultivation foundation...

"Elder Daoshan, suppress it!" The First Elder had naturally realized that the situation was critical.

At a command.

The remaining seventy-odd Taoist masters of Cangshan Mountain either rise from the abyss or emerge from their caves; with a single palm strike, the sky seems to collapse.

The force of the landslide and earthquake spread throughout the Cangshan Mountains, and dozens of villagers were either killed or injured in the blink of an eye.

However, the gunfire intensified, not only from Cangshan Mountain but also from several neighboring peaks. Another group of villagers from Hexi emerged from their hiding place, their bullets traversing hundreds of feet, joining the fray with a range far beyond the reach of bows and arrows.

The initial imposing aura of those dozens of Daoist masters was instantly suppressed.

Like grass being cut down, they died in the last stand of a gunman, from a hidden gunman, or from the foot of a mountain outside Cangshan.

"The power of the unrighteous!" someone cried out in their dying breath, "The enemy's weapon contains the power of the unrighteous..."

"Damn it!"

"what……"

The Grand Elder's expression suddenly changed!

The power of the unrighteous!

No wonder even an elder at the Dao Mountain realm couldn't stop the bullets from hitting him.

It turns out to be the power of the unprincipled.

A bullet flew from afar, this bullet spanning a distance of three hundred feet, an unbelievable distance. However, the Grand Elder finally calculated the bullet's range precisely.

That is, three hundred zhang.

A sudden inspiration struck him: "Listen up, all you Daoist elders! This spear has a range of three hundred zhang, capable of moving stones in mid-air to defeat the enemy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he soared high into the air!

This flight took them straight to the top of Cangshan Mountain.

Eleven others took to the air at the same time as him; they were the true top forces of the Cangshan Sect, twelve Dao Heart Realm experts.

The twelve Dao Hearts simultaneously landed on the highest mountain peak.

With a swift movement, they lifted the giant rock from the mountain peak as if it were nothing.

With a whoosh, the boulder fell from the sky.

Xu Hai's expression changed drastically: "Oh no!"

They had even killed experts at the Dao Heart Realm with guns in the Hexi Valley. Theoretically, they could have killed them, but it was based on the premise that they flew low enough.

The Grand Elder of the Cangshan Sect was very experienced and had already determined the gun's range limit.

Relying on their super advantage of being able to fly, they went straight to the mountaintop, completely beyond the range of their projectiles. They could easily split rocks and cleave mountains from high above, and the rocks alone could smash them to pieces.

Sure enough, the boulder fell from a height of three hundred feet, and dozens of villagers were unable to dodge and were crushed to death...

His eyes suddenly turned red.

"Charge to the top of the mountain!" This was the only solution Xu Hai could think of.

However, he also knew how dangerous this method was.

To challenge a cultivator to a mountain peak is a classic example of using one's weakness to attack the enemy's strength.

However, without capturing the mountain peak, how can we take down the Dao Heart Realm experts who occupy the high ground and are beyond our shooting range?

If we can't take down these twelve people, today's operation is doomed to failure!

Suddenly, a figure burst through the air from the attic, soaring into the sky!

As he took off, Xu Hai's eyes widened suddenly...

omg...

Old Qi's eyes widened...

How is that possible?

He could tell the Second Young Master's cultivation level at a glance: Dao Mountain Realm!

However, he was already able to fly through the air!

It soared straight up to the mountaintop!

In a short while, he was on the same level as twelve masters of the Dao Heart Realm.

The elder's eyes were bloodshot: "Zhou Liang's second son, he's the culprit!"

"Kill him!" The Second Elder stepped forward, and the swirling clouds beneath his feet transformed into a large blade in an instant. This was the power of the Dao Heart Realm; wherever the mind goes, grass, trees, and floating clouds can all become blades. With a single slash, even mountain peaks can be flattened.

At the very moment that the blade cleaved through the clouds.

Zhou Wen raised his hand and flipped it over, and a gun suddenly appeared in his palm.

thumping!

With a single shot, the bullet struck first, piercing the Second Elder's forehead.

The elder's expression changed drastically. He subconsciously rolled up his hand, and the layered mist of the Cangshan Mountains transformed into his strongest shield. This was the standard of an old man who had become wise and experienced: when he was unsure of the situation, he would protect himself first.

However, it was precisely this act that caused him to miss his only chance to turn the tide.

thumping!

A bullet flew in, and his defenses, as flimsy as paper, proved utterly ineffective.

Unscrupulous bullets!

His fingers suddenly shot out.

The bullet that accurately hit the point that broke through the protective barrier.

How unimaginable it is to catch a bullet with a single finger.

However, upon receiving this, the Grand Elder was shaken to his core. The boundless power carried by the rapidly spinning bullet instantly disrupted his dantian qi sea...

In that instant, he lost the ability to fight back.

What terrified him even more was that Zhou Wenju fired ten bullets in quick succession from his gun, shooting at the other ten Dao Heart Elders. Even while moving at high speed, these ten shots were still incredibly accurate, each bullet like a divine archer piercing through a hundred paces.

These ten individuals, whose cultivation levels were not as high as his, were no match for the bullets carrying the power of the Dao. If those terrifying bullets were to penetrate their bodies, they would all die...

Zhou Wenju was also very excited.

So what if one is a master of the Dao?

So what if you feel like an immortal, walking on clouds?

I'll still send you all away with a single gun...

However, at that very moment, a strange change occurred.

Ten yellow leaves suddenly drifted by before the ten bullets were fired.

Theoretically, a bullet traveling at such a high speed would be able to penetrate the armor of this era, but upon hitting these light, fluttering yellow leaves, the bullet vaporized instantly.

Those yellow leaves, having lost their spiritual energy, simply drifted down.

The Grand Elder cried out, "Sect Master!"

He fell from a great height.

He is currently unable to utilize his powers, and is falling freely from a great height.

With a whoosh, a leaf radiating spiritual light appeared at his feet, carrying him up the mountain peak.

Zhou Wenju's heart sank suddenly, and his gaze abruptly rose.

The mountaintop in front of him was shrouded in mist.

At that moment, the clouds and fog parted, revealing a huge platform.

On the platform, a middle-aged man sits cross-legged.

His eyes slowly opened.

When those eyes opened, it was as if a vast galaxy flowed through them. Behind his head, clouds condensed into a giant flower, which served as both a base and a support.

Above the flowers, clouds floated, and countless sword shadows swirled.