My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

"Protect the God Ancestor!"

Accompanied by a roar that seemed to be made with all his strength, but was weak.

Auras were approaching from afar.

It was Song Zhenwu and others, the last surviving leaders of the Jinyu Sect, on this Jinyao Star.

Zhong Qing glanced at the flying figure.

"Very brave."

"They are all your disciples, right?"

The God Ancestor’s eyes darkened.

Zhong Qing casually took out a few pieces of fairy jade and crushed them.

Then, throw it out suddenly.

It was like flowers flying all over the sky, and countless fragments turned into rays of light.

In an instant, it penetrated the remaining powerful men of the Jinyu Sect who rushed up.

The exploding flesh and blood splattered like blooming flowers.

With just this one throw, the hundreds of remaining strong men of the Jinyu Sect were almost wiped out.

Only a few people at the True Lord level were left. Their bodies were strong and although they were pierced, it was not fatal. They barely managed to survive and continued to pounce on Zhong Qing unyieldingly.

Zhong Qing's face was calm.

He took out another piece of fairy jade, crushed it, and threw it out.

The sky was filled with brilliance like a peacock spreading its feathers, magnificently sweeping across the already desolate and dilapidated Jin Yao Star.

Destroy the last resistance of the Jinyu Sect.

Sect leader Song Zhenwu and other powerful men made a final sprint with all their strength.

He couldn't even touch Zhong Qing at all.

They all died halfway.

Zhong Qing smiled slightly and turned to look at the God Ancestor.

"Okay, now it's just the two of us."

"temporary."

Those who can be on the Jin Yao Twin Stars are the true core disciples and elites of the Jin Yu Sect.

And now, except for the God Ancestor, everyone else was wiped out.

The binary stars that serve as the foundation are also almost destroyed.

The Jinyu Sect has never suffered such a tragic blow since the Immortal Dao Era.

Even though the God Ancestor is still alive.

The Jinyu Sect can be said to be dead in name only.

And all of this came from the hands of one person.

The God Ancestor stared at Zhong Qing intently.

Suddenly, he burst into laughter.

He smiled and threw the broken hilt of the sword aside.

"Zhong Qing!"

"What a Zhong Qing!"

"The Jinyu Sect's legacy, passed down for millions of years, has been destroyed in your hands."

"One disciple in exchange for the entire Jinyu Sect, this is really a good business!"

Zhong Qing said lightly.

"Is it funny?"

He slowly walked towards the God Ancestor.

"Don't you think so?"

"Can the entire Jinyu Sect be exchanged for one of Zhong Qing's disciples?"

After he finished speaking, Zhong Qing stood in front of the Divine Ancestor.

"Unfortunately."

"One million lives of your Jinyu Sect are not worth one of my disciples."

Zhong Qing said calmly: "So, add this one of yours."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Qing raised his hand and slapped him.

In an instant, he turned the God Ancestor in front of him into a pool of splattered flesh and blood.

Then he looked at the pool of blood and flesh indifferently.

Gradually regaining its human form while constantly wriggling.

"Hahaha."

"Are you taking revenge on me?"

The God Ancestor's laughter emanated from his face, which had not yet fully recovered.

Before he could finish the next sentence, Zhong Qing slapped him again.

The God Ancestor turned into meat paste again.

Then it wriggles back to its original shape.

"Because I killed your disciples several times, you want me to watch the Jinyu Sect be wiped out?"

boom!

Another slap.

"You seem quite young."

"For an existence like me, I have lived for who knows how many years."

boom!

"The emotions have already faded to the extreme."

"The meaning of existence is only itself!"

boom!

"Even if the heaven and earth are destroyed and all the saints are extinct, what does it have to do with me?"

"Zhong Qing, one day you will understand what I feel!"

boom!

"I……"

This time, Zhong Qing didn't wait for his head to recover before stomping on it hard, crushing it into a ball of minced meat.

"So, how many times do I have to kill you to stop your nonsense?"

Zhong Qing stepped on the broken skull of the God Ancestor and spoke calmly.

And this time.

The immortal blood of the God Ancestor.

It seems that it has finally reached its limit.

The pool of broken meat was squirming, but its strength was getting weaker and weaker.

In the end, I was unable to recover.

The next moment, it seemed to have completely lost its vitality and withered away.

"Now I can finally shut up."

Zhong Qing just raised his feet at this time, ready to walk into the strange space.