Chapter 327 Brutal Killing

"Grand Elder, what should we do now?"

"Are we going to die?"

"Where is the leader?"

"I don't want to die!"

……

Tens of thousands of disciples from Mangcang Mountain were clamoring, but unfortunately they only saw despair in Xuan Yuanzi's eyes.

brush!
The mighty one from the Xiantian Wuji Sect landed and swept his eyes around. At this moment, more and more disciples from the Mangcang Mountain were being captured, and dozens of mighty ones in the Dharma form took action. Moreover, the only mighty one in the Yuanshen realm of the Mangcang Mountain had his cultivation suppressed. Now the Mangcang Mountain had no power to resist at all.

The entire Mangcang Nine Peaks fell into despair, and an atmosphere of sorrow permeated the air.

"Master Li, why don't you come out?"

At this moment, the powerful Yuanshen of the Xiantian Wuji Sect suddenly shouted towards a corner of the void, and soon a figure emerged from the void. It was the peerless beauty Li Qingcheng.

Li Qingcheng was dressed in fluttering white clothes at this moment, like an immortal god in the sky. He looked down and saw that hundreds of thousands of disciples of Mangcang Mountain had all been captured.

Xuan Yuanzi stared at Li Qingcheng intently, wishing he could tear Li Qingcheng to pieces alive.

But the next moment, Li Qingcheng, who fell from the sky, just glanced at him lightly without any reaction, as if she didn't see the hatred in Xuan Yuanzi's eyes.

Something happened that made Xuan Yuanzi even more desperate and angry. Li Qingcheng suddenly flicked his sleeves, and more than a dozen figures fell out. They were Xu Jingyang and a group of elders from Mangcang Mountain, all of whom were the people who were in the main hall of Jianhu Palace before.

The cultivation of Xu Jingyang and others were all sealed at this moment. It was not difficult for Li Qingcheng to take down these cultivators who had not achieved the primordial spirit. It was very easy.

"Li Qingcheng, are you crazy? How dare you! How dare you collude with the Xiantian Wuji Sect and destroy Mangcang Mountain? Aren't you afraid that if it gets out, you will be ruined!"

Xu Jingyang no longer had the arrogance he had before. His face was full of regret and more of fear. He never expected that Li Qingcheng would actually dare to take action, and once she took action, she would use thundering means to destroy the sect!
Li Qingcheng smiled softly: "It won't be spread out. Mangcang Mountain was attacked by Huangquan Demon Sect and Daxinghai together, and the sect was destroyed. I believe that all the ancient sects in Xingyunzhou will accept this reason, don't you think?"

Seeing the smile on Li Qingcheng's lips, everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

"Ling Xiao, let's do it!"

Li Qingcheng called out, and Ye Lingxiao, who had already been filled with murderous intent, stretched out his hand and a scarlet divine sword appeared in his hand.

"What do you want to do? No... Sect Leader Li, I was wrong. I shouldn't have been so obsessed as to covet the Xiantian Spiritual Stone Mine. Please forgive me, Sect Leader Li. I swear, I swear that the entire Mangcang Mountain can become a branch sect under the Sword Gourd Palace and be commanded by the Sword Gourd Palace!"

Sensing the murderous intent erupting from Ye Lingxiao, Xu Jingyang's face changed color with horror and he started shouting anxiously.

"Enough!" Xuan Yuanzi suddenly shouted. He looked at Xu Jingyang fiercely and shouted, "Xu Jingyang, it's useless for you to beg. You still don't understand that Li Qingcheng is killing a chicken to scare the monkeys. We shouldn't think about getting involved in the Xiantian Spiritual Stone Mine. Mangcang Mountain is hopeless. Since we are going to die, why bother begging such a person!"

"Shut up, old man. You've been so powerful all your life, and you've enjoyed everything. Now your life span is almost over, and you only have a few years left. Of course you don't care, but I haven't lived enough. I haven't achieved the Yuan Shen, I haven't..."

Puff!

Without waiting for Xu Jingyang to finish speaking, Ye Lingxiao swung his sword and chopped off his head. A stream of hot blood gushed out. Xu Jingyang, the leader of Mangcang Mountain - died!

Roar!
After killing Xu Jingyang with one sword, Ye Lingxiao roared to the sky, with a look of satisfaction on his face, as if a huge obsession had disappeared. What was even more bizarre was that after killing Xu Jingyang, Ye Lingxiao's pressure suddenly skyrocketed, and his cultivation had actually broken through, directly from the early stage of the first transformation of the golden elixir to the middle stage!

Seeing this scene, Li Qingcheng's eyes flashed, and he said coldly: "Ling Xiao, if you want to practice the way of killing, you must have a heart as hard as stone and unparalleled perseverance. The lives of hundreds of thousands of Mangcang Mountain disciples are in your hands, you decide!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Lingxiao's eyes showed a fanatical excitement. He swung the magic sword in his hand, letting the blood flow from the sword, and pointed the magic sword at the elders of Mangcang Mountain.

"When you threatened me, did you ever think of this day?"

Ye Lingxiao smiled ferociously, without any mercy at all, and did not consider that the reason he was able to survive that day was also due to the luck of Mangcang Mountain. He directly stabbed with the magic sword, and hundreds of sword rainbows burst out, cutting more than a dozen elders of Mangcang Mountain who had no power to resist into pieces, and blood flowed all over the ground!
"what……!"

"Help!"

"Forgive me!"

Seeing this cruel scene, hundreds of thousands of disciples from Mangcang Mountain were terrified to the extreme, and few remained calm.

In the world of cultivation, there are very few people who are loyal and willing to die for their sect. The higher the cultivator's level and the longer his life span, the weaker the moral constraints of the secular world. How could those powerful people who can fly into the sky and hide in the ground be bound by worldly morals?

As each cultivator's cultivation level increases, he or she will seek freedom and ease, and will not be bound by anything. It is simply impossible to restrain oneself with morality.

Now that Mangcang Mountain is on the verge of destruction, hundreds of thousands of disciples have already had different thoughts, thinking only about how to save their lives. As for those who are willing to die bravely, how many can there be?

After killing all the elders of Mangcang Mountain, Ye Lingxiao suddenly turned around and stared at Xuan Yuanzi, whose eyes were as cold as ice.

Seeing Xuan Yuanzi's captivating gaze, Ye Lingxiao twisted his smile, reached out his hand, grabbed Xuan Yuanzi's neck and lifted him up.

"Old man, are you dissatisfied? Hahahaha, I won't kill you first. I know that watching hundreds of thousands of disciples die in front of you will make you more painful!"

Bang!
He threw Xuan Yuanzi aside, in front of hundreds of thousands of disciples from Mangcang Mountain.

Xuan Yuanzi said nothing. He only hated himself for not having the power to create the world and for not being able to relieve the endless hatred in his heart!
He tried his best to stimulate his Dantian, trying to break free from the five-colored seal that was like a cage in his Dantian, but it was of no use. The cage seal was indestructible, as if the rules were manifested and could not be destroyed at all.

Even because Xuan Yuanzi desperately hit the seal of Dantian, the powerful force caused damage to his internal organs, and blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth, staining his beard red.

What made him despair was that at this moment, hundreds of thousands of disciples from Mangcang Mountain were all trembling, begging non-stop, and even kneeling down in large numbers. As for those who had the courage to resist, there was not a single one!
He could even see that many disciples were looking at him with resentment. The meaning in those looks was clearly resentment, resentment that if it were not for him and Xu Jingyang's decision, there would not have been the current disaster.

"Is this the Mangcang Mountain that I have protected my entire life? Hahahaha!"

Xuan Yuanzi only felt a buzzing in his forehead and felt dizzy.

Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi...!
On the other side, Ye Lingxiao looked at the disciples of Mangcang Mountain kneeling on the ground, licked his lips, and a sword rainbow burst out. In an instant, thousands of disciples died in a tragic way!
Hundreds of thousands of Mangcang Mountain disciples had no power to resist, their cultivation was sealed, so they were no match for Ye Lingxiao. Soon he was completely covered in blood and turned into a bloody man, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell to take revenge on the world. He pounced into the crowd, his magic swords wielding back and forth, accompanied by screams and wails, and the disciples of Mangcang Mountain fell down in large numbers.

"It's a good seedling!"

The mighty one from the Xiantian Wuji Sect looked on calmly, appearing to be indifferent, and even gave a compliment.

As an elder of a branch of the Xiantian Wuji Sect, he had experienced scenes that were ten or a hundred times more tragic than what he was witnessing, and he showed no sign of pity at all.

(End of this chapter)