Shock! How could the useless Second Miss be a spiritual god?

Divine realm, in the temple at this moment.

Looking at the broken soul tablet of the Holy Son, everyone was shaking with anger.

"Damn it!"

"Who did it?!"

"How dare you attack the Holy Son of our temple!"

The crowd roared angrily.

The god of the temple, Jun Jiyu, stood in the temple and stared in the direction of Yesha Temple with a murderous look in his eyes.

"No matter who it is, I will make him pay the price!"

He whispered, his voice cold as ice.

……

In the Northern Region, the Wushuang Sect had already moved its position after being severely damaged by the old sect master's men last time, which made the people sent out by the old sect master again come back empty-handed.

"Damn it, they got away!"

An elder of the Yangyang Sect shouted angrily.

"Sect Master, what should we do now?"

Another elder asked anxiously.

Qin Zhiming raised his wrinkled face and looked up into the air.

When he saw a blood-red mist flower blooming in the sky, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Down below, massacre the city!"

He gave the order.

After these words were spoken, everyone was stunned for a moment.

Then, Qin Zhiming took out a whistle of strange shape from his arms, put it to his mouth and blew it gently.

A sharp and piercing whistle sounded, as if a mysterious instruction was delivered.

A moment later, countless monsters in black robes with their faces covered tightly but with dark patterns on their necks emerged from all directions like ghosts.

The disciples and secret guards who had been hesitant just now suddenly felt a sharp pain. They covered their necks in pain, with expressions of extreme pain on their faces.

However, this pain did not last long, and soon they were like they had lost their souls... The once loyal disciples and secret guards had now completely lost their self-awareness and turned into a group of horrible monsters like the walking dead.

"Kill them! Kill them all! Haha...hahaha..."

Qin Zhiming laughed wildly, his laughter full of cruelty and complacency.

"Army of the Living Dead, you are the most powerful, you are invincible!"

Qin Zhiming stood there with a crazy look on his face. The madness in his eyes became more and more obvious. He blew hard on the whistle in his hand, and the sharp sound echoed in the air.

As the whistle sounded, thousands of living dead opened their mouths and roared like awakened beasts. Their eyes flashed blood-red light, like burning flames.

These living dead became their ruthless killing machines, killing anyone they saw.

For a time, all the sects, schools, cities, and families, big and small, in the entire Northern Territory were plunged into panic.

The originally bustling and lively city instantly turned into a bloody battlefield. People fled in all directions, screaming and crying one after another.

And all this is just the beginning.

……

"What's going on? The Great Elder's communication jade flashed just now, why is there no movement again?" A disciple frowned and looked at the communication jade in his hand with confusion.

Another disciple echoed, "Yeah, did something happen?"

At this moment, Bai Jingyu, who had been resting with his eyes closed, heard their conversation. He suddenly opened his eyes, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart, and his heart suddenly hung in his throat.

This feeling of uneasiness grew stronger and stronger, almost overwhelmed him. He clenched his fists tightly and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

At the same time, Huo Ling'er, who had returned to Qingyun Sect through the space crack in advance, was standing at the gate. She stared with wide eyes at the blood slowly flowing out of the gate, and was so shocked that she couldn't move for a while.

The scene before her made her unable to believe her eyes. The shocking blood color and the strong smell of blood in the air made her feel suffocated.

Huo Ling'er gritted her teeth, suppressed the fear in her heart, and rushed into this place that was once so familiar to her.

The surroundings were a bloody scene, with blood all over the ground and piles of corpses that were terrifying. What was even more shocking was that Huo Ling'er actually found a familiar face.

"Ling'er, Junior Sister... Junior Sister..."

In the pool of blood, a faint voice sounded, carrying with it endless fatigue and despair.

"Eighth Elder, Senior Brother Lu?"

Huo Linger looked in the direction of the voice and saw the Eighth Elder Lu Zitao lying on the ground, his body covered with wounds, and it seemed that he was only holding on with the last breath of life.

Huo Ling'er jumped in front of the Eighth Elder without hesitation, quickly took out the pill from the space ring, and fed it into the Eighth Elder's mouth.

Ye Canglan looked at the Eighth Elder with a frown on his face, his heart filled with worry and anger.

He asked in a deep voice: "What happened? What happened to your sect?"

The eighth elder Lu Zitao opened his eyes with difficulty and said with a gasp, "A group of monsters suddenly attacked the sect."

Hearing this, Ye Canglan's face darkened: "What kind of monster is it?"

The Eighth Elder replied with a trembling voice: "Those monsters have bloody lines on their necks. Their spiritual power is violent and strong. They are not afraid of pain, and there are many of them."

"The other elders of the sect have already escorted the disciples into the back mountains to hide."

Huo Ling'er and Ye Canglan looked at each other, with a hint of shock in their eyes.

According to the description of the Eighth Elder, these monsters are obviously the living dead. This evil existence poses a huge threat to people with its powerful strength and immortality.

At this moment, the Eighth Elder Lu Zitao recovered a little, but still looked very weak. He widened his eyes and shouted to Huo Linger in horror: "Junior Sister, leave quickly! Don't stay here..."

Faced with danger, Huo Ling'er didn't bother to explain anything. She called out Mo Zhu to guard the Eighth Elder, and then rushed to the inner courtyard with Ye Canglan.

Spreading out her mental power, she quickly locked onto other auras within the sect.

Mo Yan, Liu Xiner, Cheng Nan, Xu Haifeng and Wang Yucheng, even the three supreme elders were fighting bloody battles among the living dead.

Blood splattered everywhere and flesh flew everywhere.

Looking at the powerful and numerous living dead, they feel no pain and have almost no weaknesses.

This time these people have brought weapons that are more formidable than the evil spirits. They have big ambitions!

"Don't worry about me, just go away!"

A disciple from Dan Valley, wearing blue sect uniform, grabbed the thigh of the living dead, just to buy a chance for the disciples behind him to breathe and survive.

Everyone had tears in their eyes as they kept retreating against the fierce attacks from the growing number of zombies.

"Senior brother..."

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go!"

The disciple used all his strength to hold the zombie's legs tightly to prevent it from chasing him further.

The living dead were extremely strong and dragged him forward step by step.

The Dan Valley disciple's hands were rubbed and bleeding, but he still refused to let go.

"Let's go!"

He shouted loudly with desperation in his voice.

Everyone else knew that if they didn't leave quickly, everyone would die here.

"The Supreme Elder!"

Seeing that one of the supreme elders was about to be stabbed to pieces by five or six zombies, the other two supreme elders were furious and extremely anxious, but they were also in a difficult situation at this time and had no way to escape, let alone save their companion, the eldest senior brother.

Just when the Supreme Elder's spiritual power was exhausted and he could no longer resist the living dead, he could only resign himself to his fate, close his eyes and wait for death.

Suddenly, a long stick appeared, with scorching heat and overwhelming pressure, instantly knocking all the zombies around the Grand Elder away.

The rescued Grand Elder opened his eyes, and in a blink of an eye he saw the once arrogant little girl appear.

Huo Ling'er used her Shapeshifting skills to move quickly, and with a flash she pulled the Dan Valley disciple who was about to be stabbed in the heart out from the hands of the living dead.

"It's Junior Uncle-Master!"

"It's really Junior Master who has returned."

Those people at the back who were almost exhausted were already feeling desperate.

But now, they see hope, hope that they can escape their current predicament.

Huo Ling'er summoned flames again, and this time the flames were more powerful than before. She used her powerful mental power to lock onto all the living dead within her sight, leaving them nowhere to escape.

"Bang! Bang..."

The purple-red flames, mixed with tremendous spiritual power, fell like meteors and burned on the living dead.

The zombies who had been unmoved just now, once touched by the flames, melted like ice and snow, and their bodies were burned to ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This scene stunned everyone. They had never seen such a powerful flame that could easily destroy these terrible monsters.

The disciples of Dan Valley were all stunned. They had tried to use fire before, but these monsters seemed to be completely unharmed.

And now, they saw that Junior Uncle's flames could easily turn these monsters into ashes.

"Aren't these monsters afraid of anything? Why would they be afraid of Junior Master-Uncle?"

The young disciple murmured to himself.