From a young medicine seller to a Taoist master

Yingchuan swung out that punch and turned into a Mao Ri. The stone ghost statue had no intelligence, only the most essential bloodthirsty savagery, and no so-called fear.

This is a good attribute, as it saves Yingchuan the effort of hunting them down, saving him a lot of energy.

Yingchuan did not fight Baiyuanjie alone like before. After all, one person's power has its limits. Even if one stone ghost statue cannot affect him, what about a hundred? He was not so feverish that he would really deal with it, so he kept a relatively stable number.

Yingchuan was like a god of war, bursting out with the momentum of being able to fight against thousands of troops alone. At this moment, he was like a god of war.

His left hand slid through the air, like a meteor, flashing through the air. Boom! Boom! Boom! At that moment, the void was shattered. At this moment, it was like the collapse of a star.

At this moment, the Thunder Dragon roared and flew through the sky like the god of death. Countless stone ghost statues turned into ashes and dissipated in the sky and earth.

Not only this, but also on two other battlefields, with the injection of fresh blood, the situation began to gradually improve, but it was still very tragic.

After all, not everyone has the luck and strength like Yingchuan. This requires not only luck but also judgment and courage.

Countless monks died here like moths to a flame, composing a tragic and heroic song for this battlefield of purgatory. No matter what their past was like, today, they are all noble. If there are gods in the world, they will be led to heaven after their death.

Their deaths were not meaningless, but they fought for the lights of thousands of homes, one after another. Lian Po is old, can he still eat?

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Not long after, after paying a huge price, the last stone ghost statue was destroyed by everyone.

This time it was simply purgatory, the world was like hell, and it was completely filled with human lives. There were not many living people left on the entire battlefield, including the support personnel, only a few hundred.

Countless Nascent Souls died, dozens of Spiritual Transformations died, and even two people in the Void Refining Stage died.

This was the most brutal battle Yingchuan had ever experienced. It was a complete meat grinder.

At this time, Yingchuan was wearing a blood-red Taoist robe, most of which was not his, but was sprayed on him by the monk before his death.

Now the battle between the two combined entities has not ended yet. Their current battle has affected time, causing it to become disordered and difficult to even look straight at. They may be affected and become crazy, or they may not be able to bear the cause and effect and turn into the Tao.

Yingchuan and the others had no intention of staying here. If they were affected, it would be a waste of time, so they all chose to go back home.

Yingchuan and the others returned to the manor. Some of them were quite excited. Only after returning here did they feel that they were really alive. The feeling of being reborn after being in a desperate situation is not something that everyone can understand.

Watching his comrades die one by one around him, knowing that he himself could die at any time, the psychological depression goes without saying.

Yingchuan didn't care about these people. He left and started walking around the castle. He didn't go anywhere the last time he came here, so he wouldn't get lost here.

He cast a cleansing spell and returned to his white Taoist robe, thus avoiding being mistaken by some people.

Many servants passed through here. The treatment here was good, and due to the geographical reason, there were no worries about bandits, so they could concentrate on development without any worries.

These servants are generally well-trained. Although they are not strong, they should not be underestimated.

When Yingchuan passed by, no one paid any attention to him. A big battle had just ended and there were still many things to deal with, so everyone was busy.

The castle is very huge, large enough to accommodate a lot of things and has all the necessary equipment.

Yingchuan walked through it and no one paid attention to him.

He came to the place where the stone ghost statue was previously stored. It was still covered with a curtain to protect the servants and descendants.

Yingchuan stopped here, and his eyes saw the huge stone ghost statue through the curtain. The last time he saw this, his vision was far from what it is now, and this time when he looked at it again, he had a different feeling, and his heart was excited, as if he had seen some magnificent sight.

Yingchuan felt emotional but still did nothing.

But this time he noticed something different, something that was not easy to notice, but was so strange.

He stretched out his hand to move the heaven and earth, and dozens of runes appeared, rushed into it, and attached themselves to it.

A streak of light flashed by and rushed towards the head in an instant.

It didn't seem to be completely dead, but seemed to be undergoing some major changes, with slight variations. However, Yingchuan took advantage of the opportunity and broke it up again. This could be considered a good deed without leaving a name.

Ying Chuan smiled, but then regained his composure. He left a set of formations inside, which could not be discovered by cultivators other than the Grand Master of formations, and could handle such situations at any time.

Yingchuan left here and continued to stroll around...

After walking around, he returned to the tea room and began to close his eyes to rest. There was still some time and it was not urgent.

After an unknown amount of time, a servant came to inform them that the master had returned. The person they had been waiting for for so long finally came back. Without hesitation, he rushed over like a wild dog that had escaped from its cage, as if he was going to see his ancestors.

Yingchuan and his companions came to the main hall, wearing battle uniforms, waiting there as if they were going to the battlefield.

At this time, the Grand Duke came back, but he did not kill him. There were almost no battles at the fusion level, let alone killing him. It would be difficult to see such a case in thousands of years. Although he only forced him to retreat, he was not feeling well, as he had dense Taoist wounds on his body.

He saw the crowd and didn't say anything. He just noticed that Yingchuan and the others were surprised, but his face still remained extremely calm.

Everyone gave a standard military salute.

He nodded, but didn't say anything, and left directly, trying to suppress his Taoist injuries, but he left an incarnation here.

"Are you here for something, or is there something going on at the Demon-Suppressing Pass?" he said. He knew in his heart the purpose of Yingchuan and the others coming here, which was nothing more than that.

"Senior, you are right. This is the purpose of our coming here. We want to join hands with you to defeat the Heaven and Earth Society," he said. His purpose was clear. He spoke very clearly to people with a military background. He just needed to make it clear so that they would be more aware of the actual danger.

"Bandits? They must have done something. We must eliminate them, but you shouldn't tell us," he was very perceptive and noticed the key information and made a rough guess.