Chapter 222 I have a bold idea!

"I'm not very capable, but I can slip away pretty fast." Ye Junlin curled his lips and said disdainfully.

Although there are only two fish that slipped through the net, it doesn't matter. Overall, it is quite satisfactory.

If there are a few more waves of the underworld army, there will really be no drop of immortality left in 놛.

After all, with a mere Celestial Immortal-level cultivation, it would really cost a lot of immortals to forcefully activate the legendary Immortal Lord-level immortal weapon!

What's more, he also used one Qi to transform three pure things, and had to activate two more Immortal Lord-level immortal weapons. The pressure was actually quite high.

As for Ye Junlin's troubles, if other immortals knew about it, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood!

Just kidding, if you can activate an Immortal Lord-level fairy weapon with a Celestial Immortal-level cultivation level, you are already a monster-level existence.

And when he activated three Immortal Lord-level immortal weapons, I am afraid this is not the evil ancestor!

Looking at that peerless figure, the monks were in a daze, feeling that they almost couldn't bear it anymore.

Good guy, those are hundreds of thousands of true immortals, and each one of them can stir up troubles in all directions in the Kunlun world.

As a result, they were killed indiscriminately by Senior Ye. They really killed as many as they came.

It’s really a rat biting a cow’s butt, rat food is awesome!

Fierce, too fierce!

It’s hard to imagine that there is such a strong man in this world! !

Strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong!

After a brief silence, the crowd burst into earth-shattering cheers.

Because we all know that the Eastern Region has just experienced an unprecedented catastrophe! As the savior who saved the fourteen states in the Eastern Region, he was naturally as dazzling as the sun, causing countless creatures to worship him and express gratitude.

"Hahaha, as you can see, my master's cultivation is so profound that it is unfathomable! Let alone hundreds of thousands of immortals, so what if there are millions and tens of millions more?"

Li Wujie's face flushed with excitement, he patted his chest, and said proudly, and those who didn't know thought he had a share of the credit.

"Does this guy really have no bottleneck period?" Hong Qianye murmured with an incredible expression.

I thought it was going to be an extremely brutal battle, but I didn't expect it to end so quickly!

In my impression, the powerful immortals are just existences that can be killed instantly with a snap of the fingers. Isn't this too outrageous?

"Sister 께, it seems that we still seriously underestimated Ye Shangxian's strength before." Fan Dezheng, who was Taoist, said with emotion.

In the past, if any Taoist lineage produced an immortal, it would usher in a period of great power. Therefore, in the public mind, an immortal meant invincibility and was the top of the food chain in the world of cultivation. But now, this concept has been completely broken.

It turns out that the gap between immortals can be that big!

"Sister 께? Are you listening?" Fan Dezheng saw that the woman beside him didn't respond for a long time, so he looked over in confusion, and then looked strange.

At this moment, An Miaoyi was looking at him dreamily, her eyes were filled with the figure in black holding a sword, jumping like a deer, and breathing rapidly.

Facing such a domineering and invincible man, she really had no resistance.

"Sister 께, pay attention to your image, your saliva is almost drooling." Fan Dezheng reminded me depressedly.

An Miaoyi's face turned red, she quickly wiped her saliva, then clenched her pink fist and hammered Fan Dezheng's chest, and said angrily: "Uncle Fan, you are talking nonsense, how can I not!!"

Fan Dezheng almost stopped. He covered his chest and stepped back a few steps, his face full of doubts about life.

No, I just want to remind you, and you hit me with your fist? I am your Uncle Fan!

I used to hold you when you were a baby! Have you forgotten all about it?

"Oh, Uncle Fan, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it just now..." An Miaoyi realized that she had made a mistake, and like a child who had done something wrong, she lowered her head and apologized quickly.

"Ahem," Fan Dezheng covered his chest, his face gradually softened, and he said with a wry smile: "Sister 께, it's my fault. I shouldn't have said too much. You continue, continue."

With that said, Fan Dezheng turned around, leaving behind a lonely figure.

See it.

An Miaoyi blames herself. She should learn to control herself.

Don't let any water flow...

Amid the cheers, Xue Wuhen suppressed her inner excitement and said with respect, "Senior Ye!"

"What are you doing~"

Ye Junlin raised his sword and turned around.

"Uh, um, on behalf of all the creatures in the Eastern Territory, I would like to express my heartfelt thanks to you!" immortal!"

"Well, just open it."

Ye Junlin put away his sword and stretched lazily, "The amount of activity today has seriously exceeded the standard. I'm going to lie down. You can handle the rest by yourself."

After saying that, he flashed to the 께 island on Kunpeng's back. He leaned comfortably on the recliner and put on the eye mask skillfully. His expression was particularly peaceful and he began to fall asleep.

Life is very regular, and we maintain an ordinary person's schedule.

This scene fell into Xue Wuhen's eyes, with deep admiration in her eyes, "As expected of Senior Ye, this kind of state of returning to nature is something I cannot achieve."

Then, Xue Wuhen's eyes glanced at the Yuhua Gate, and his eyes became cold, as if he had returned to the cold image of the decisive and decisive swordsman in white.

"The Yuhua Sect has gone against the grain and joined forces with foreigners to persecute our compatriots. This crime is unforgivable. Starting today, we will eradicate them!!!"

The cold and ruthless voice was like a sentence pronounced by the gods, echoing in this old immortal gate that has been passed down for a long time.

After being ravaged by the aftermath of the battle, the Yuhua Sect was already riddled with holes and devastated, but there were still some people who were struggling to survive. At this time, the monks were thinking about how to slip away, but when they heard this voice, their eyes were filled with deep despair.

"No..."

The next moment, the monks sneered and attacked the remnants of the Yuhua Sect.

Screams and pleas for mercy rang out one after another.

The mountains collapsed with a rumble, all the buildings were destroyed, thick smoke billowed, and the sky was full of light.

"How could my Yuhua Sect be like this, how could it be like this!?" In the ruins, an elder cried bitterly, regretting too late.

"Fellow Taoists, no one is without faults, can you give me a chance? Even if I have to be punished by thunder, I will accept it!" An inner disciple begged bitterly, trying to fight for a glimmer of life.

But no matter what they did, they could not escape the fate of being killed.

In the past, the elders and disciples of Yuhua Sect were all powerful people in the outside world, with halos and many honors, but now, they have become rats crossing the street and everyone shouts and beats them. Anyone caught will be killed without mercy.

It's really a cycle of change, sad and lamentable!

"Look, that's the Sutra Library!"

"Oh my god, there must be a lot of Taoist methods in it, first come first served!"

"Go!"

Many cultivators took this opportunity to rush into the Sutra Library to search for skills, and their faces were full of excitement.

After all, Yuhua Sect has stood in the East Region for countless years, and there are so many Taoist methods included. This is a huge temptation. Now there is a chance to search, of course, everyone is unwilling to let it go.

Boom!

At this moment, a large group of terrifying red flames fell, and the Sutra Library exploded instantly on the spot, and the sky was full of light, and countless Taoist methods were destroyed.

Looking at the blazing sea in front of them, many excited monks were stunned.

A big fire ruined their dreams.

Who was so crazy that he actually did such a wicked thing that was struck by lightning!

"Fuck, who did it? Come out and fight!" A tall male monk fell into a rampage state, roaring with bloodshot eyes.

"Hehe, are you sure?" A voice with three parts of playfulness and seven parts of lightness sounded, and a red figure slowly landed in front of everyone.

"Hiss~!!!"

The tall man took a deep breath, as if a basin of ice water was poured down and cooled him from head to toe.

Who is this?

Ye Shangxian's most beloved disciple!

Gao Danan wanted to attack with a heavy punch, but when he saw the person coming, he immediately became timid, with a cautious and flattering smile on his face.

"Hong, Hongxian, may I ask why you want to burn this Sutra Library? Isn't it better to keep it for the benefit of future generations?"

Hong Qianye sneered, "No reason, it's burned, you have a problem with me?"

"Ah this,"

Gao Danan was stunned, then smiled and said, "Hongxian is really a man of temperament, I admire you."

"Get out!"

Hong Qianye flicked his sleeves and shouted impatiently.

"Okay!"

Gao Danan was as if he had been pardoned, and he turned around and ran away in fear.

Seeing this, the others also dodged and left.

Slip away, can't afford to offend.

"Tsk, a bunch of rabble." Hong Qianye said with disdain, then turned his head to look at the burning fire. The fire reflected the flawless and beautiful face that made women all over the world jealous.

Those beautiful phoenix eyes were filled with intense excitement.

"Yes, that's the feeling!"

In the past, what I liked to do most in the Central Region was to burn the Sutra Pavilion of a certain sect. I would have a sense of accomplishment of destroying human blood. Now I pick up my old business again, and the familiar feeling is back.

At this time.

In the temple deep in the Yuhua Gate, there is a tablet of the founder of the sect. It is cold and deserted, and the atmosphere is full of solemnity.

Bang!

The door was kicked into pieces.

Li Wujie came in with a long knife.

"Hmph, I thought there was something here, but it turns out there's a piece of rotten wood!" Li Wujie looked at the tablet at the top, without any awe, and said with disdain.

Suddenly, he stroked his chin, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, Li Wujie had a bold idea for this tablet that symbolized the founder of Yuhua Sect...