Fang Jin relaxed his hands and saw the gray-black Tai Chi diagram in his hand dissipated directly into the air.

In an instant, the originally invisible realm appeared directly, and the darkness obscured the sky. Lin Jingyu had become nothing at this time.

At the same time, a little resentment began to gradually become clearer, and finally evolved stronger and stronger.

These resentments are just trivial matters in normal times, but at this time they are infinitely amplified. The tragedy in Caomiao Village five years ago was also filled with Lin Jingyu's heart like a nightmare.

The heavier the resentment, the stronger the evil aura. Lin Jingyu's heart is not only amplified, but even the evil aura accumulated by killing demons and eliminating demons is ten times or a hundred times higher.

"Resentment is the soul, evil spirit is the bone."

A voice suddenly appeared in Lin Jingyu's mind. The next moment, a green stream of light flew over, and Lin Jingyu jumped and grabbed the stream of light in his hand, and the light was clear and generous in an instant.

Lin Jingyu only felt like he was reborn, and his whole body was filled with power that could cut off everything.

He wanted to ejaculate and to break everything in front of him.

"Why, why am I not a disciple of Qingyun, why can't I be the leader, why can't Zhang Xiaofan shine on the seven-member martial arts, why can't the bloody case in Caomiao Village be found?"

"I want you all to die."

Lin Jingyu roared and slashed forward hard. He heard a "hiss", as if the dark curtain was torn apart, and a ray of sunlight shone in.

Lin Jingyu's head was white, his face was haggard, and a red light flashed in his eyes. He jumped forward with the Dragon Sword in one hand and disappeared.

"No…."

A slight voice sounded behind Lin Jingyu, as if suppressing endless pain, but it was too late, and the figure that looked like a madman had already disappeared.

Fang Jin smiled as Lin Jingyu disappeared, turned to look at Wan Jianyi, who had already kneeled on the ground and had a distorted face and said, "Don't worry, you will go with him together in a while."

After saying that, he pointed at Wan Jianyi's eyebrows, and then the endless resentment and evil spirits in the field formed a whirlwind to speed up the drill into Wan Jianyi's body.

As the resentment and evil spirits approached, Wan Jian started to tremble continuously, and black lines appeared on his body. His originally withered image began to become rich, as if he was about to return to his youth.

Regardless of Wan Jianyi's changes, Fang Jin turned his attention to the battlefield where the two righteous and demons fought. Since he sneaked into Qingyun, Fang Jin has been opening the field and hiding himself without being seen by the Zhu Xian Sword. But now, I guess the Ghost King has begun to expose him.

Qingyunmen Square.

At this time, this place had been ruined. Most of the people in the Demonic Path and Qingyun's disciples had been ruined. Blood gathered into a stream and gradually flowed towards the bottom of the mountain.

Daoxuan held the ancient sword of Zhuxian in his hand, half-squinted his eyes at the poisonous god who had been entangled in front of him. The sword-holding hand had already begun to tremble, and a crazy look flashed in his squinted eyes.

The Poison God also held the Ten Thousand Poisons Recruiting Sect bag in one hand, and the seven centipedes under him hovered and kept roaring. The Ten Thousand Poison God Seals on the top of his head were flashing with green light.

The two paths of righteousness and devil actually stopped tacitly at this time. Although they were still holding on, the atmosphere of fighting for life and death was gradually decreasing.

This time, the battle between the righteous and the demons suffered too much. Whether it is the righteous path or the demons, it will take at least 30 years to cultivate this time.

"Brother Daoxuan, I didn't expect that your Qingyun Sect can still have such strength even after the great catastrophe of the Beast God. He is truly worthy of being the leader of the world, haha." The poisonous god turned his eyes and slowly took a step back and said.

"Kui didn't dare to take it, but his strength was indeed a little bit." Daoxuan shook the Zhuxian sword in his hand with force.

The Ghost King looked at the two people who were watching each other, took out a cracked transmission talisman from his arms, and then thought about crushing the talisman.

He stepped forward and said, "Daoxuan, don't think that you can gain the upper hand with the Zhuxian Sword. You don't know yet. In fact, we have already sneaked into your Qingyun Sect alone." As he said that, he threw the fragments of the talisman on the ground.

"Haha, is that?" Daoxuan turned his eyes and looked at the Ghost King. To be honest, he didn't believe it very much, because the moment he picked up the Zhuxian Sword, the entire Qingyun could not escape his perception. If there were anyone, he would have been seen by him long ago.

"I know you don't believe it, but you might as well check it carefully to see if what I said is wrong." The Ghost King knew that he didn't believe it when he saw Dao Xuan's appearance, but he still asked so, because the Ghost King felt that Fang Jin could never do nothing in the infiltrated Qingyun Sect.

Sure enough, after hearing the Ghost King's words, Daoxuan closed his eyes instantly and opened them suddenly the next moment, but this time, there was a fluctuation on his face that was always calm. It was a kind of suppressed anger.

Under Daoxuan's perception, the Shui Qilin Spirit Lord in the Ice Pool had disappeared, and the back mountain ancestral hall was blocked by an unknown force. Wan Jianyi's aura was extremely weak and it seemed that the situation was not good.

Lingzun is nothing. Although he respects him a lot, he is just a beast after all.

However, when Wan Jian is different, their feelings cannot be expressed in words.

Dao Xuan's hand holding the sword was even harder, and the crazy color in his eyes became stronger and stronger. He looked at the Ghost King tightly and said, "What have you done!"

When the Ghost King saw Dao Xuan's appearance, he sneered: "Will you go and see it yourself?"

"Okay, I'll go see it myself!"

Daoxuan suddenly laughed, then raised the Zhuxian Sword in his hand slightly, and a colorful sword energy that ran across the sky and blasted down towards the forbidden area in the back mountain.

"It's done." Seeing Dao Xuan's actions, the Ghost King was happy. Although he didn't know what Fang Jin was doing, Fang Jin's purpose has always been to weaken the strength of the Qingyun Sect. The Ghost King had already seen this.

Since he wanted to weaken Qingyun Sect, Fang Jin must have his own ulterior motives. Daoxuan alone would not tolerate it.

However, just when the Ghost King was about to see Fang Jin being forced into a mess by the Zhuxian sword energy and had to ask him for help. At that time, he could take this opportunity to return to Biyao, the Zhuxian sword energy in the sky suddenly turned around and then blasted it down at the Ghost King and others.

"Daoxuan, can you defeat the death of the fish?"

The powerful pressure of Zhu Xian's sword energy fell first, and the Ten Thousand Poison God Seals above the Poison God's head suddenly shone brightly, and the Fulong Cauldron in the Ghost King's hand was also released, and the remaining few demon masters were the same.
Chapter completed!