I quit the sect and became a demon cultivator. Master and Sister kneel down to beg for forgiveness.

With a loud bang, it exploded in the air.

The Dragon King Cauldron crashed into Yun Xiao, causing a huge airflow, a violent wind, and a terrifying force that spread out in all directions.

The Demon Suppression Guards, who had already retreated more than ten feet, were suddenly affected and almost blown away like fallen leaves.

There was a blank look in his eyes!

Is this a ghost today? I can’t hide away. The accumulated spiritual energy was shattered by the aftermath!

What a monster the Sixth Prince is!

The Dragon King Cauldron was blown away by Yun Xiao's powerful fist, fell to the ground, and created a big hole.

The remaining force on the tripod had not dissipated yet, and it carved a deep groove several feet long. Smoke and dust rose up, and the tripod body shook continuously.

The scattered golden light radiated in all directions, and the huge rocks scattered around were pierced by the golden light and scattered like powder.

When a dragon roar sounded from the cauldron, the Divine Dragon King Cauldron rose into the air again, hanging in the air, casting a shadow.

The dragon's roar turned into a shadow, circling around the cauldron, forming a miracle that seemed to be destined by heaven. An invisible aura continued to surge towards Li Changqing.

Yu Cang's face changed drastically. Li Changqing's sword power was so brilliant that it seemed as if it could split the sky. His scalp went numb.

Even though he reacted extremely quickly, as soon as he exerted his momentum, he was shattered into pieces. He felt a sharp pain and blood flowed from his shoulder.

Yu Cang's face was distorted in pain. It had only been over a month. What on earth had Li Changqing been through?

He was able to be promoted from the realm of divine wandering to that of a saint!

Moreover, although they are both saints, Yu Cang's realm is several levels higher than Li Changqing's, but his spiritual power is not as deep as his.

Another bang!

Li Changqing kicked Yu Cang in the chest, sending him flying. When he hit the ground, a cloud of dust rose up, mixed with a bloody mist.

Xin Xueyi arrived at some point and whispered, "This Yu Cang is quite a sly fellow!"

"Aunt Xue is here?" Ye Ling'er said casually.

Xin Xueyi smiled and said, "I killed a few bastards. I arrived a little later than you guys!"

Seeing how contented she looked, Ye Ling'er guessed that she had killed more than a few people.

He casually asked, "What did Aunt Xue mean just now? Why is Yu Cang so cunning?"

Xin Xueyi sneered a few times, "When I was in the Zongzheng Mansion, I saw Yu Cang's skills, but he was not this weak!"

"Those who can serve as commanders in the Great Zhou's Demon Suppression Division are all veterans of hundreds of battles. In terms of realm and experience, they are one in ten thousand!"

"Chang Qing has just entered the Saint Realm. Even if he has an extraordinary physique, it's impossible for him to defeat Yu Cang with just one move!"

Ye Ling'er frowned slightly, "Did he do it on purpose?"

Xin Xueyi nodded, "I think so. He doesn't want to kill Li Changqing completely, so he's leaving a way out for himself!"

Ye Ling'er smiled coquettishly, "Even if Yu Cang fights with all his strength, he may not be able to block this move!"

Xin Xueyi half-jokingly said, "Saintess, this boy's cultivation level will probably not be lower than yours in the future. When that happens, who will listen to whom?"

Ye Ling'er's face was devoid of any reserve, revealing the boldness of love and hate of a child of the Demon Sect. "If I truly loved him, we would simply understand each other's feelings. There's no need for one to listen to the other!"

After saying that, he turned and looked at Xuanyuan Zhishui.

"What does sister Shisui think?"

Xuanyuan Zhishui came back to his senses, "This is a matter between my sister and the Sixth Prince, how can I know!"

Xuanyuan Xincheng had already gained the upper hand, and she felt a little relieved. However, when she saw Li Changqing's bravery, her heart was slightly moved.

"Your father has planned a good future for you. If you submit to someone like Li Changqing, there's no need to worry about your life!"

Xin Xueyi said when she saw the opportunity.

Xuanyuan Zhishui's eyes were filled with admiration.

She never dreamed that the misfortune that had plagued the eldest branch of the Xuanyuan family for decades would be changed because of Li Changqing.

Tracing back to the source, her mother was originally Jiang Yao's attendant. Perhaps it was God's will.

Both generations, mother and daughter, must serve Jiang Yao and his mother!

The feelings of the children of the underworld are not as shy as those of ordinary people. For just a moment, their faces turned slightly red.

Li Shang Wuai, who was standing beside her, had an increasingly solemn expression on his face.

The two looked at each other, their eyes were complicated. Master Gu Dongliu once said that the world would be in chaos because of this person.

Just a few months later, it seemed to be coming true!

The Divine Dragon King Cauldron and the Dragon's Roar Shadow should not exist in this world, and now they all submit to Li Changqing.

Is it a blessing or a misfortune for the world?

Li Shang Wuai is a disciple of Jiuge, and suddenly he feels that the burden of upholding the Way of Heaven is getting heavier.

What should they do if Li Changqing, although a man of good fortune, goes against the will of heaven?

Ye Ling'er, Xin Xueyi, and Xuanyuan Zhishui, three extremely beautiful women, did not notice the strange expressions on the two men's faces. They remained silent as if they had telepathy and looked up at the sky.

Xuanyuan Xincheng turned over and over like a dancing cloud, his gestures were free and easy, and his moves were no longer restricted by the differences in realm and skills, he could do it with just a raise of his hand.

Any disciples who came with Xuanyuan Xinyi would have their bodies shattered and scattered from the air if they were hit by his sleeves.

The area of ​​dozens of feet where the two sides were fighting was shrouded in the shadow of thick clouds, and raindrops kept falling, gradually forming lines.

To be more precise, it was not raindrops, but drops of blood, falling along with Zha Sui's body.

On the ground, the old blood was covered by new blood. Soon, the ground turned red and a small river of blood appeared.

Xuanyuan Xinyi tried his best, but the fear in his pupils was even deeper. What frightened him most was that he couldn't see how deep his brother's cultivation was.

The Little Saint is more than just a human being. He is already at the peak of the Little Saint level. Those who are suppressed can only rely on the cooperation of his disciples to barely cope with it.

At this moment, I thought of my deceased father, who once said that the Xuanyuan family had not encountered a genius like Xuanyuan Xincheng in hundreds of years.

After his bloodline was destroyed by the Return to Primitive Technique, people thought that he had become the number one genius of the Xuanyuan clan.

"Hmph! I've practiced for decades, but I still can't comprehend it. Xuanyuan Xincheng's bloodline was destroyed, but his comprehension is still unrivaled in the world!"

"I have been buried in a pile of old papers for twenty years, and from them I have learned the truth about heaven and man!"

He stimulated his aura to be as dense as locusts, and as his aura flowed, he pushed his decades of cultivation to the extreme.

In fact, Xuanyuan Xinyi never expected that he would be so strong today, able to raise his hand to create wind and clouds, and transform his energy into arrows.

Xuanyuan Xincheng killed almost all the people who surrounded him, and the fierceness in his eyes gradually became more intense.

Even though he was well-read and had discussed philosophy with countless great scholars over wine, he endured a deep hatred for twenty years. I'm afraid that in terms of restraint, he is rare in the world.

But the pleasure of killing wiped out the scholar's demeanor. He was like a god of death, shattering other people's bodies with just a wave of his hand.

Moreover, they are all descendants of the Xuanyuan family!

The more ferociously Xuanyuan Xincheng killed, the deeper the emptiness in his eyes became. What was the difference between him and the likes of Xuanyuan Patriarch at this moment?

He sighed deeply, "If I don't go to hell, who will? Today, we must fight evil with evil, and stop killing with killing. Hell is boundless, and I believe it can accommodate people like us with blood on our hands!"

As he finished speaking, his aura grew even stronger, and his robes rustled in the wind.

A strong murderous intent filled the air, and Ye Ling'er, Xuanyuan Zhishui and others couldn't help but tremble.