The prince kissed her seven times in one night, and the abandoned woman was scared!

Chapter 493: Keeping you here will also bring disaster

"Are you talking about them? Honorable Young Palace Master." Bo Xiu and others rushed over and threw more than a dozen corpses at Yin Zhanghong.

"Are they all dead?" Yin Zhanghong's heart sank completely. The dozen or so dead were the strongest remaining disciples of the Holy Demon Palace. Only then did he realize that everything around him was quiet.

In fact, after he escaped, the more astute disciples who stayed behind in the palace secretly left. Lian Guan was not originally from the Holy Demon Palace, but was just a puppeteer who had been hiding in the dark basement for years, refining puppets.

Therefore, the disciples of the Holy Demon Palace were not afraid of him, nor did they listen to him at all, and there was no way to stop him. Moreover, many of the disciples joined willingly. The remaining ones were loyal, had nowhere else to go, or did not have time to leave.

It just so happened that they didn't have to leave. Bo Xiu and others quickly cleaned up the palace, and only Yin Zhanghong was left in the entire palace.

"Hahaha, it seems like I'm going to die today?" Yin Zhanghong laughed in despair.

"Of course you have to die, but not now." Mo Ranqi walked towards Yin Zhanghong indifferently.

Yin Zhanghong retreated and suddenly blew the bone whistle in his hand. Then the ground shook under everyone's feet, and the sound of an army rushing thousands of miles suddenly came from behind.

"There are still so many puppets?"

Si Yanzhuo looked back and saw a dense crowd emerging from an underground exit. He turned his head and gave Yin Zhanghong a murderous look, "Then let's see if these things you rely on can save you?"

With a single move of his bare hands, he blocked the underground exit, killed countless puppets, slammed the heads of the puppets that had just emerged into his abdomen, and exploded the several-meter-deep basement.

Such power...ah!

He believed his father's words and deeply experienced the unimaginable powerful talents of the Guyue and Mo tribes. Even ten half-martial gods could not unleash such a destructive force.

His father, a half-martial god, was like a complete wushu master in this man's hands, completely powerless. A man who was powerful enough to a certain degree couldn't even use any forbidden techniques or moves. Was this also the reason his mother was killed?

This time, he was really going to die.

He regretted so much that he didn't listen to his cheap father.

Mo Ranxiao waved his hand and said, "Clear all the puppets, don't let any of them go."

"Yes, Second Master." Bo Xiu and others responded and quickly dispersed to kill the puppets that crawled out of the ruins.

Si Yanzhuo sat on the top of the main hall, taking in the overall situation. Suddenly, he sensed several powerful forces approaching rapidly from a distance. His thin lips curled up coldly, "Good timing."

He moved and entered the main hall where Yin Yueshu lived. He found the warehouse and put all the dazzling treasures in it into the space. Then he looted the Holy Demon Palace as quickly as possible.

"Take it back and let Ayue play with it."

After the puppets were killed, people from the three major sects, Dayan Sect, Blood Moon Sect, and Dragon Palace, all arrived. Seeing that the Holy Demon Palace had been completely cleansed by blood, a powerful aura emanated from the Moon Jade Tower above the main hall.

They originally came here to divide up the Holy Demon Palace based on their own abilities, but they didn't expect someone to get there first. This person doesn't look easy to deal with, but apart from their three existing sects in the East Emperor Continent, they haven't heard of any sect that is more powerful than them?

Who is this person?

Si Yanzhuo turned his back to them, looking at the moonlight, wondering if Yun Suyue had woken up. He wanted to go back early. Suddenly interrupted, his breath sank, "Get out!"

The leaders of the three major sects were immediately angry, but they were unwilling to accept it.

Now that they are here, this Holy Demon Palace has controlled them for so many years, burning, killing, looting, and there are countless treasures. Yin Yueshu, that woman, finally died. Naturally, Si Yanzhuo would not want a woman's things, right?

It's just that they don't understand Si Yanzhuo. Si Yanzhuo certainly doesn't like women's things, but he loves his woman terribly. His woman is also a woman who loves money and treasures. He is just offering her something to Buddha.

The leader of the Great Dragon Palace suppressed his anger and asked, "Excuse me, who are you? Have you taken over the Holy Demon Palace and want to claim it for yourself?"

"So what?" Si Yanzhuo stood there without moving, not wanting to pay any attention to these people.

But there are always people who are looking for death. The three leaders are eager to divide the treasure. "If you want to, then take out the things and we will divide them equally among the four parties. Otherwise, it's three against one, and you have no chance of winning."

They were seeking death but didn't know that Si Yanzhuo had already broken through to the level of Martial God. They had experienced the traps of the Western Wilderness Sword Sect and thought that it was most likely the trap that seriously injured Yin Yueshu.

This led to Yin Yueshu's defeat and death.

"Equally divided? You don't deserve it!" Si Yanzhuo turned around, revealing his peerless handsome face. He had already made his move, "Yes, keeping you here will only bring disaster."

"Sorry, we'll leave now."

"We beg Sect Master Si to spare us and never disturb the Western Wasteland Sword Sect."

Dayan Sect and Julong Palace begged for mercy.

The Blood Moon Cult was used to fighting, so they charged forward with swords raised. "I just don't believe he can kill all of us by himself...ah, I believe it!"

The leader was the first to die miserably. The others quickly pulled up their brakes and ran back, but it was too late. Everyone was restrained by a powerful internal force and forced to fly towards the collapsed and cracked big mouth of the basement.

One after another, they fell with a "plop", as if falling into the water, with screams. When there was no one on the ground, Bo Xiu and others came over and threw a few iron eggs into the big mouth.

Then he stepped back and watched the human fireworks soar into the sky, it was absolutely stunning.

A quarter of an hour later, everyone left the Holy Demon Palace, and the place was bombed into ruins.

There was still time before dawn, so Si Yanzhuo went to Dayan Sect alone. He did not sleep in the middle of the night. The sect's Chidao Dog changed his old ways and was dreaming of using the treasures he had divided up to become stronger and destroy the Xihuang Sword Sect's Spring and Autumn Dream.

"No need to bother, our sect is here." He was annihilated by Si Yanzhuo's sudden palm.

At the same time, the Blood Moon Cult and the Dragon Palace were being destroyed by Mo Ranxiao, Mo Ranqi, Qingze, Bo Xiu and others.

After dawn, Si Yanzhuo was the first to return to the Sword Sect.

Mo Tianling, Yu Di and others did not sleep. One reason was to guard the Sword Sect to prevent anyone from seeking death at this time, and the other was to worry about any changes in Yun Suyue's body.

When the two saw him return, they knew that the Holy Demon Palace had finally been wiped out, and the two clans had finally avenged their great hatred. "Yan Zhuo, is everything going well?"

"Well, both uncles are behind, and my grandson is back first. How is A Yue?" After Si Yanzhuo landed, he was most concerned about Yun Suyue.

Yu Di answered him, "Don't worry, she's fine. It's due to excessive blood loss. She'll be fine after a few days of rest."

"By the way, these are the weapons seized from the Holy Demon Palace, Dayan Sect, Giant Dragon Palace and other three sects. Grandpa, can you see if there are any weapons from our two clans?" Si Yanzhuo raised his hand and poured out all the seized weapons from the space, and on top was the familiar good sword.

"This sword is my grandfather's sword, and this one belongs to Su Yue's father..." Mo Tianling felt a pain in his heart as he held the two swords.