Traveling through a farmer’s house: Villain Nine Thousand Years Old, Stop!

Yun Zhixia came out of her memory. She looked at the people below with ferocious faces, and murderous intent continued to emerge in her eyes.

This group of evil cultivators deserve to be killed!

Yun Zhixia opened her arms, and countless flowers, plants and leaves flew towards her, spinning and leaping around her.

"go with!"

Yun Zhixia shouted loudly, and the surrounding flowers, plants and leaves all rushed towards the disciples of Floating Cloud Sect as if they were under a spell.

"Array, array!"

Bai Yun shouted to comfort the panicked crowd. He formed seals with his hands and tried to activate the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner again, but the Banner lay on the ground motionless.

Helplessly, everyone had to draw their swords to resist.

shhhhhh...

The long sword pierced through the flowers and plants one after another, but it could never pierce them all.

The evil cultivators of the Floating Cloud Sect finally understood what Zi Ling and the others had felt just now when they were in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Formation!

"so tired!"

"I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore!"

"persist in!"

The faces of the disciples of Floating Cloud Sect were flushed. The long-term consumption of spiritual energy made them even weaker.

Yun Zhixia didn't waste any words. While everyone was resisting, she gathered a huge green spiritual energy ball with her hands. She kept squeezing the spiritual energy, making the spiritual energy ball smaller and smaller.

Zi Ling was so frightened watching from the side that she quickly stepped back and pulled a handful of black gold.

The fighting power of the ten thousand year old ginseng spirit is no joke!

The ball of spiritual power was finally squeezed into the size of a fist. The spiritual power inside was so powerful that it sent chills down one's spine just by looking at it.

The light emitted by spiritual power illuminated Yun Zhixia's face, and her eyes were filled with frost and piercingly cold.

"Let's all die!"

Yun Zhixia threw the ball of spiritual power in his hand out, and the ball of spiritual power hit the people of Floating Cloud Sect at an extremely fast speed.

boom……

bang bang bang...

The spiritual energy ball exploded, and the majestic spiritual energy swept the entire place. The weaker evil cultivators were killed on the spot, and blood spurted all over the ground. Other evil cultivators were directly blown into pieces by the spiritual energy, with broken flesh, internal organs and blood intertwined.

The pungent smell of blood made the remaining evil cultivators vomit. The air was filled with blood, just like hell.

Looking at the remaining evil cultivators, Yun Zhixia held the magic sword and killed them one by one on the spot.

Zi Ling also rushed forward. Without the suppression of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Formation, she exerted all her strength. She danced with the Cang Ling Spear with great force, and the evil cultivators could not resist a few moves at all.

Not to mention Wu Jin, it roared towards the sky, and its entire figure grew bigger and bigger. In the end, Wu Jin was 70 to 80 feet tall, and its wings spread out were enough to cover the sky and the sun.

"court death!"

Wu Jin snorted, his golden eyes were like two gems, staring at the ants below without blinking.

It stretched out its claws and stomped on the ground, hitting one after another. When it moved its claws away, the evil cultivators below had been trampled into a pulp!

Seeing that the situation was not good, Bai Liang rolled his eyes and ran away quietly.

Yun Zhixia followed closely: "Zi Ling, Little Crow, you guys take care of the aftermath!"

"Yes, sweetie!"

"Yes, sister!"

On the other side, Bai Liang ran very fast. He ran all the way and knelt down outside a hall.

"Ancestor, help me!"

"Who is making noise here?" An old and dull voice came from the hall.

As soon as Bai Liang raised his head, there was another person in front of him.

The man was wearing a black cloak, wrapping himself tightly without revealing any skin. He had a Rakshasa mask on his face, revealing only a pair of black eyes.

Seeing the ancestor coming out, Bai Liang was overjoyed and quickly pointed at Yun Zhixia who had just arrived and complained.

"Ancestor, she is the ten thousand year old ginseng spirit, she is coming to kill us!"

Hearing this, the old ancestor looked towards Yun Zhixia in mid-air, with a strange look in his eyes, as if he missed her or was angry.

"You have cultivated into a human form?"

"Just as I expected, you are really a beauty."

Yun Zhixia was stunned by the familiarity in the old ancestor's words. She flew to the ground, only three steps away from the old ancestor, and spoke tentatively.

"you know me?"

"Of course, Zhizhi, you have been with Yan Wen for a thousand years, how could I not know you?"

After hearing this, Yun Zhixia's doubts deepened, and she asked again.

"who are you?"

While the two were talking, Bai Liang formed his hands into claws and tried to launch a sneak attack on Yun Zhixia.

"go to hell!"

"Uh... Ancestor, you..."

As Bai Liang just stood up, he felt a pain in his heart. He looked down and saw that the old ancestor's hand pierced through his chest and crushed his heart.

After the old ancestor crushed Bai Liang's heart, he let Bai Liang die without any emotion in his eyes.

Seeing this, Yun Zhixia's face turned ugly. She was sure that she definitely knew the person in front of her!

The old ancestor shook off the blood on his hands, and his exposed right hand allowed Yun Zhixia to confirm his identity.

"Are you Du Ruo?!"

Hearing this, the ancestor showed his right hand, which had six fingers, one more than the others. This also allowed Yun Zhixia to confirm his identity.

The old ancestor looked at Yun Zhixia and his voice was hoarse, like the sound of a sword cutting across the ground.

"Zhizhi, do you still remember me?"

Seeing him admit it, Yun Zhixia took a breath. "Du Ruo, why didn't you die?"

"Wenwen has a higher level of cultivation than you, but she still cannot survive the death of Tiandao. You are about the same age as Wenwen. Logically, you should have passed away, right?"

"Wenwen, Wenwen, Yanwen is the only one in your eyes, right?!"

The ancestor was Du Ruo! The second senior brother of the Floating Cloud Sect at that time.

Du Ruo was extremely angry. He looked at Yun Zhixia in front of him who seemed to be lost in memories, and muttered.

"It was Yan Wen and I who discovered you at the same time, and we were the ones who brought you back to the sect, but why are you only close to Yan Wen?!"

"What's so good about a fool like him who only knows how to practice? I'm so sincere to you, but you don't get close to me at all. Why?"

Facing Du Ruo's roar, Yun Zhixia remained silent. Could she say that as a spiritual being of heaven and earth, she would be close to someone with a pure heart?

Although Du Ruo behaved very decently at the time, Yun Zhixia felt uncomfortable when she got close to him.

Seeing that Yun Zhixia didn't speak, a flash of scarlet appeared in Du Ruo's eyes.

"Forget it. It's been thousands of years now. There's no point in talking about it any more."

"Zhizhi, do you know? I like you!"

Zi Ling and Wu Jin, who had just arrived here, were stunned. Zi Ling quickly stood in front of Yun Zhixia and glared at Du Ruo and made a few "Pooh" sounds.

"You old man, you old monster, what the hell are you talking about?!"

"court death!"

Du Ruo shouted coldly, and the vast spiritual power attacked Zi Ling like a wave.

Zi Ling had no ability to resist at all. She just stood there in a daze, unable to move her limbs. She could only watch.

"stop!"

Yun Zhixia stood in front of Zi Ling and attacked Du Ruo with green spiritual power, forcing him to stop.

The two men confronted each other, neither side giving in to the other's spiritual power, and finally exploded in the air.

Yun Zhixia took two steps back, but did not forget to protect Zi Ling and Wu Jin.

Du Ruo was not feeling well either. He took seven or eight steps back before he could stop.