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

Zong Minglie waved his hand and released two puppets, one wrapped in whirlwind and the other in flames. The puppets, emitting a powerful aura, rushed straight towards Shi Xiaotian and Wu Yue.

Xuanzhouzi then took action and grabbed Zhong Qing directly.

In his opinion, how high could Zhong Qing's cultivation level be, when his bone age was no more than eighteen years old?

If it weren't for the protection of Shi Xiaotian and the other two, he would have been captured easily.

He glanced at the two of them from the corner of his eye, and saw that they were not nervous at all, but just lightly faced the Wind and Fire Puppets.

It seemed that he had no intention of worrying about Zhong Qing at all.

Xuanzhouzi's heart skipped a beat, and he realized that something seemed to be wrong.

But he didn't have time to think about it.

The next moment, Zhong Qing, with a cold expression, pointed at him casually.

Xuanzhouzi, who had been so aggressive just now, turned into powder in front of everyone's eyes and dissipated between heaven and earth.

He didn't even have time to scream.

All I can say is that he has very bad luck.

In this world, apart from his two disciples, there are not many people he can care about, and Sect Leader Xuanyuan Hong is one of them.

Seeing Xuanyuan Hong seriously injured, Zhong Qing was really angry.

Under normal circumstances, Zhong Qing might be interested in playing with him.

But at this time, the angry Zhong Qing had no intention of getting entangled with him, and simply turned him into ashes with one finger.

Zong Minglie's brain froze after witnessing this scene.

"What happened?"

Elder Xuanzhouzi, why did you suddenly disappear?

He spent a long time trying to figure out why Xuanzhouzi disappeared as soon as Zhong Qing pointed his finger.

But next, when Zhong Qing looked at Zong Minglie with cold eyes.

The latter trembled all over, and finally reacted with a start.

"Elder Xuanzhouzi was killed!"

Zong Minglie was so frightened that his face turned pale and he yelled without thinking.

"Wind and Fire Puppets, come back!"

The two puppets immediately left Shi Xiaotian and the other two behind and flew back to Zong Minglie.

"Block him!"

Zong Minglie pointed at Zhong Qing and shouted. While the Wind and Fire puppets were rushing towards Zhong Qing, he turned around and ran without thinking. His whole body turned into a ray of light and flew out of the Purple Maple Forest.

He couldn't understand how Xuanzhouzi, an elder in the late Sun Profound Realm, could be killed instantly by just a finger.

But he knew that the existence that could kill Xuanzhouzi in seconds was definitely not something he could deal with.

Even the Wind and Fire Puppets are probably no match for this man. He only hopes that the two puppets can hold Zhong Qing back for a while so that he has a chance to escape.

But wishes are beautiful and facts are cruel.

Before he could escape several thousand meters, he heard a cold voice coming from behind him.

"Why, are these two pieces of junk your only trump cards?"

"Then who gave you the courage to be so arrogant and hurt the people of our Xianjiang Sect?"

Zong Minglie was startled and turned around suddenly, only to see Zhong Qing standing a few meters behind him, looking at him expressionlessly.

The Wind and Fire puppets had long since disappeared.

"how is this possible?"

Zong Minglie was so frightened that he almost lost his soul.

At this moment, he could no longer care about anything else and suddenly threw out a talisman.

This talisman was made by his father Zong Daotian, and it contained a blow equivalent to that of a peak-level Sun Profound Realm expert.

The jade talisman shattered, emitting a bright light that turned into a violent wave, sweeping towards Zhong Qing.

However, Zhong Qing didn't even look at it, and just swatted it casually as if he was swatting a fly.

The violent waves vanished into thin air.

"Take out whatever you have."

Zhong Qing's tone was calm and without any fluctuation, but it made people feel chilled to the bone.

"I keep my word."

"This will give you a taste of what true despair is."

"Damn it, don't push me!"

In the deserted wilderness, Zong Minglie, the young master of Wuya Mountain, was running away at a rapid speed like a madman.

While running away, he roared and yelled at the back.

Behind him, a figure was following him neither too far nor too near, neither too fast nor too slow.

No matter how hard Zong Minglie tried to escape, he could not get rid of the latter even a little bit.