As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

But who would have thought.

The owner of the brothel could actually be Chen Zhian?

It was the man who beat the Saint King to death with the Dengwen Drum and forced all the imperial clans to flee in shame.

He was afraid that if he made a move, he would be shattered by the sound of the drum.

What made him even more frightened and even uneasy was that if the owner of the brothel was Chen Zhian, then were the previous rumors about Lin Qinghe really rumors?

Just when Lin Jiuxiao was hesitating.

Suddenly, a sword sound was heard on Zhulu Plain.

The sword made a loud sound, like a dragon's roar. It was the Jiuxiao Sect's unique Dragon Roaring Sword.

Fairy Biluo took action.

When everyone was silent, she attacked Chen Zhian without hesitation, and her first move was the most powerful killing move.

All of his Void God Realm cultivation was poured into this sword, heading straight for Chen Zhian's neck.

Fairy Biluo had a ferocious look on her face, like a madman, and screamed, "Chen Zhian, give me back my brother Gan Lai."

Seeing this scene, Lin Jiuxiao's face changed slightly, and he condensed a giant palm in the void and grabbed the Biluo Fairy.

He never expected that his most beloved granddaughter would be so stupid as to attack Chen Zhian for a pretty boy who looked like a brothel actor.

However, just as Lin Jiuxiao's giant palm was about to fall.

A middle-aged man with slightly gray hair on his temples suddenly appeared in front of him and pressed his palm lightly.

"boom!"

It seemed like a light palm strike, but it contained terrifying murderous intent. The yin and yang energies intertwined, and nearly infinite vital energy poured in.

His qi sea was filled up in an instant, and cracks appeared.

Lin Jiuxiao felt a burning sensation in his chest and abdomen, as if a scorching sun and a dark moon were smashing into his door of fortune.

As long as I make the slightest movement, the yin and yang will be unbalanced and I will be completely blown into pieces.

Looking at the middle-aged man, Lin Jiuxiao said with a gloomy face: "Yin Yang Yin, Song Zhong, you are indeed the remnants of gods and demons."

"I'm sorry, Sect Master Lin, I have no choice but to hide my identity."

The middle-aged man put his hand on Lin Jiuxiao and said slowly: "I didn't expect that the owner of the brothel was Chen Zhian, but now that things have come to this, we have no way out, Chen Zhian must die.

Therefore, I have to trouble Sect Master Lin!"

No one expected Fairy Biluo to draw her sword so boldly.

Lin Yu, who was always deep-minded, was frightened to death.

How dare she?

Given Chen Zhian's identity, who would dare to kill him in public?

Not to mention whether the drum of Dengwen would be beaten because of him.

Just to say that with Chen Zhian's current status, if he was stabbed to death in public, all the cultivators in the world would avenge him for whatever reason.

The living Chen Zhian was a bad guy and was not fit to be the one holding the drum.

But the dead Chen Zhian was a saint with flawless morals.

The person who killed him would be killed along with his entire clan, which would be the lightest punishment. The nine clans would inevitably be exterminated by the righteous monks.

These thoughts flashed through my mind in an instant.

Lin Yu didn't care about the blood relationship between blood relatives, and swung his folding fan towards Biluo, wanting to kill her before Chen Zhian could make a move.

Unexpectedly, Biluo, who had only reached the initial stage of Void God Realm, became almost possessed after witnessing his brother Gan Lai's head being cut off by Chen Zhian. His killing power increased exponentially, and he actually broke through the barrier of Void God Realm and entered the realm of Tongxuan!

She ignored Lin Yu's folding fan.

Before one sword stops, another one follows.

Chen Zhian’s head must be cut off.

at the same time.

Among the crowd in Zhuluyuan, a woman wearing a loose robe, with a slender waist but holding a towering mountain on her back, suddenly looked up.

The moment she looked up, the sky suddenly turned as dark as ink.

Beside the woman, a silver-haired man suddenly transformed into a handsome beast with wings growing from its ribs and a snow-white body.

He was seen rising into the air, like a bright moon in the sky, raising his head and uttering a strange syllable.

As the sound rang out, the man and the beast disappeared.

A strange picture was drawn in the void.

It seemed as if the entire Zhulu Plain had turned into a quiet painting at this moment.

Only the Fairy Biluo was still drawing her sword, and bright sword lights came one after another, already slashing towards Chen Zhian's neck.

Zheng Xiuxiu and Fu Qiang took action.

This is Fu Qiang's innate magical power, 'Moon in the Mirror'.

As soon as the two quasi-saints made their move, no matter whether it was Grand Master Jiang Daoyu or Xue Baima, or even the Chenliu Black Cavalry, they were all dragged into Fu Qiang's Mirror Moon and couldn't extricate themselves.

Instantly, Chen Zhian was forced to death...

......

In the Ye family's territory.

Ye Qingtian stood with a sword in his hand, looking coldly at the mysterious man bathed in golden light.

The man held a golden spear in his hand, looking down from above like a god.

What was even more shocking was that the golden spear in the man's hand was extremely similar to Tu Ang's "Spear of Life and Death", and was also a perfect quasi-imperial weapon.

"I have long heard that there is a sword immortal in the Great Wilderness, whose sword power is comparable to Zhu Qinghou from five hundred years ago. Seeing him today, I am a little disappointed!"

Ye Qingtian remained silent.

After taking a look at Zhuluyuan from afar, his figure suddenly disappeared on the spot.

"Want to go?"

The mysterious man sneered and threw his spear into the air.

He actually smashed Ye Qingtian, who had disappeared, and flew him nearly three hundred miles away.

The man followed like a shadow and instantly appeared in front of Ye Qingtian, holding a spear in one hand and said: "In front of me, you can't go anywhere."

After saying this, the mysterious man seemed to remember something.

He looked up at the sky and said quietly, "I forgot to introduce myself to you. I am Tu Lu, also known as Junshen. I am a saint of the ancient god clan in the world of gods and demons. Chen Zhian has bewitched our ancestors and brought disgrace to the ancient god clan. Today, I will set things right and Chen Zhian must die.

I advise you to respect his fate.

At least I can still live until the hunting battlefield opens.

You may not know that for a hunter, the death of a saint on a hunting battlefield and the death in the Holy Ruins are two completely different concepts, and the benefits are very different.

So I don’t want to kill you.

But if you insist on leaving, I will have to nail you to death here even if I cannot bear it any more!"

Ye Qingtian silently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

It has only been half a month since his return. Although the return to spring has allowed him to return to his peak and possess the power of a sword.

But it couldn't repair his injuries.

Facing Tu Lu who was holding a perfect quasi-emperor weapon, Ye Qingtian could not leave without handing over the sword, but if he handed over the sword, he would not be able to save Chen Zhian...

After a moment of silence, Ye Qingtian suddenly laughed and said, "So he is a bastard with impure blood. It is rumored that the bastards in the world of gods and demons can't forget the past. I don't believe it. After all, there is no such a despicable person.

Now it seems that it is true!"

"You want to irritate me?"

The smile on Tulu's face instantly disappeared, and he raised the golden spear: "Okay, I admit that you succeeded!"

However, he didn't finish his sentence.

A ray of annihilating sword light has arrived.

Ye Qingtian drew his sword.

This sword had been brewing half a month ago. At that time, Ye Qingtian used the "Return to Spring" sword to split Lin Qinghe three thousand miles away, returning to the peak, and leaving one sword for Tu Ang.

Tu Ang did not accept it.

Half a month later, the sword fell on Tu Ang's descendant.