Weird Resurrection: I Can Transform into a Great Demon

A flash of black light passed by, and the half arm disappeared in the center of the archipelago.

After half a breath, a roar shattered the clouds.

"Who are you? You stole the treasure of my sect!"

A figure appeared under the dark and depressing sky, tall and thin, wearing a black and red robe, and furious.

The Holy Soul Sect Leader looked around, his tiger eyes were full of murderous intent, as if he might go crazy at any time.

When he saw a group of Jiuzhou strongmen headed by the smiling Jiang Chen, and especially felt the abyss-like aura on the little Chen King, his anger stopped in an instant.

"It's you!"

When he saw the arm held by Tiezhu, his face changed from cloudy to bright, and then he suddenly laughed strangely: "Haha, Jiuzhou, you are so brave! Do you know where this place is?"

Jiang Chen was very friendly and answered every question. He looked at the island below and nodded: "Isn't this the ruins of the Holy Soul Sect? Lao Deng, do you think I am illiterate?"

Ruins...

The Holy Soul Sect Master smacked his lips twice and understood. His old face became even colder: "There are thousands of disciples on my island, and it is at its peak. Are you cursing my sect?"

Jiang Chen waved his hands quickly, indicating that the other party had misunderstood. Then, seeing that he could not explain clearly, he took out a projector and played a video: "Please watch the VCR!"

In the picture, the disciples of the Holy Soul Sect were slaughtered one after another, and their deaths were miserable.

Such scenes were happening on every island, and in the end only the middle island was left, which was the residence of the Holy Soul Sect Master and the elders, and they survived.

The Holy Soul Sect Leader was stunned, with veins throbbing on his forehead, staring at Jiang Chen like a tiger that was ready to eat.

"You...you...you..."

He was speechless for a long time.

Although he had used the method of blood sacrifice to sacrifice disciples, they were all external followers recruited later. He valued the real core disciples very much. For such a large sect, the leader paid great attention to the future of the sect.

He led the entire Holy Soul Sect into the arms of the forbidden area, also for the future to be more prosperous and passed down for thousands of generations.

It can be said that strengthening the Holy Soul Sect is the goal that the Holy Soul Sect Leader has been fighting for all his life.

Now all the disciples have been slaughtered, leaving only a few elders and himself, which is more painful than killing him.

"You really deserve to die!"

The Holy Soul Sect Leader gnashed his teeth and shouted to the bottom: "Master Wei, Senior Butcher Knife, why don't you take action now? When will you do it!"

"Swish" "Swish"

Two figures flashed, one wearing a bloody robe and a ferocious Shura mask, and the other was sturdy, with fierce eyebrows and eyes, looking like an old man, holding a forearm-long broad-bellied knife, which was used by butchers in ancient times.

"You are too anxious. They haven't taken action yet and are still standing in a group. What if they use their hands and run away together?"

The Shura Sect Leader's tone was somewhat dissatisfied. There was a clear smell of blood on his robe. Only blood that had just been released would be so pungent.

"What did you say!?" The Holy Soul Sect Leader's momentum suddenly raised: "It's not your disciples who died, so you are naturally not anxious!"

Who knew that the Shura Sect Leader laughed strangely and stroked the bloody robe on his body: "I don't have any disciples to die."

This made the Holy Soul Sect Leader's momentum stagnate.

At this time, the fierce old man on the side spoke: "Forget it, since you are going to fight, kill him quickly to prevent future troubles!"

He has the strongest momentum among the three people, and is only one step away from the peak of the eighth level. At this moment, he is looking at the group of people in Jiuzhou with cold eyes, and pays more attention to Jiang Xiaochen.

"This person is stronger than last time. We may have a chance to win if we besiege him. Let all the elders of your Holy Soul Sect take action and kill the remaining people."

"Ying'er, come out and try your sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sword intent that was so sharp that it seemed to break the sky slashed out from the middle island, and a young man appeared in the field. He didn't have a sword in his hand, but his whole body was as sharp as a peerless sword!

The old man who was known as the butcher's knife in the cultivation world in the past looked at the young man, his eyes full of relief. The other party has only practiced for a hundred years and has stepped into the peak of the seventh level. In terms of swordsmanship, his talent is stronger than that of himself back then.

Now his sword, with the strength of the seventh level, he can't take it at all.

Perhaps one day, this beloved disciple will lead Tu Dao to the top of the cultivation world!

Chen Ying looked at a group of people, his eyes lingered on Zhou Tai, Er Leng, and Tang Yi, revealing an expression of excitement.

"Master, leave these three to me! If they join forces, they may be able to put some pressure on me."

Tu Dao nodded. His beloved disciple once fought one against five in the last era, killing four of the strongest people of the same level. It was not difficult to fight against three people.

At this time, five figures wearing black and red robes soared into the sky.

Two were at the seventh level, and three were at the sixth level.

There were actually two acquaintances among them,The former Dark Alliance's King You and the puppet master, the former has entered the seventh level, because his master can be regarded as the direct descendant of the Holy Soul Sect, and the latter is also the sixth level. It may be that his special ability has been favored by the Holy Soul Sect Master and rewarded with resources.

"Master, King Chen, who will deal with it?" In this situation, King You still bit the bullet and asked the most concerned question.

He also heard the arrangement clearly.

The three eighth-level besieged the little King Chen, trying to kill him quickly, and the elders of the Holy Soul Sect and Chen Ying slaughtered the rest.

But the key question is whether the remaining people include King Chen. If so, King You would rather deal with the eighth level, at least he can die more cleanly.

The Holy Soul Sect Master heard the gloomy face and looked at the sea in front of him: "Someone will take action."

The day they attacked Jiuzhou, they had expected today, and they had left a backhand. That day was the game, and today may not be the same.

"Swish", "Swish", "Swish"

Three figures shot out from the bottom of the sea and surrounded the people of Jiuzhou from behind. Everyone was shocked because the aura emitted by these three vague figures made them feel extremely frightened.

Each one was not weaker than the little King Chen!

Three peak level eight!

They might even have fallen from the ninth level. Their real combat power was far superior to that of ordinary peak level eight.

It seemed that they were the ones who besieged the King of Samsara that day.

Zhou Tai and his men breathed a little heavier. The opponent's lineup was a little scary at this moment. Even if King Chen was also at the peak level of the eighth level, they still had only two peak level eights, and there were no other level eights, which put them at an absolute disadvantage.

If they fought, they would probably be slaughtered quickly.

"Holy Soul, if there is a next time, your entire family will be wiped out."

At this time, a beautiful voice came from the three vague figures, and in the calmness, there was a sense of indifference and superiority in judging everything.

The Holy Soul Sect Leader shuddered, and a complex expression of fear and resentment appeared in the depths of his eyes. He did not speak.

His glance just now undoubtedly exposed the three people who were ready to wait for the battle to start and kill King Chen at the best opportunity.

But the three people have been here all the time, but they watched the Yin army under King Chen sneak in and slaughter all their followers, and they were even unwilling to remind themselves secretly. This kind of indifference and arrogance in their bones made the Holy Soul Sect Leader resentful for a long time.

"King Chen, today is your death day!" The puppet sect leader suddenly shouted angrily. He vaguely remembered how he felt when he returned home and saw the ruins of the puppet sect.

The ghost king shrank back and pretended not to know him.

The three blurred figures saw that the assassination plan failed, and they said no more, coldly: "You three, do it."

The aura of the six eighth-level strongest was overwhelming, and they locked this place at the same time. The space where the nine states stood had a shaky feeling.