Two Realms: Don't call me evil!

The Thousand-Armed Centipede spread out its six wings, like wings dangling from the sky, and swiftly flew through the air.

An elder from the Secret Treasure Realm of the Zixia Sect suddenly changed his expression because the Thousand-Armed Centipede was rushing towards him.

"Oh no, Hundred Winds Demon Suppression Tower!"

The elder of Zixia Sect took out a top-grade magic weapon. The magic weapon glowed with light, and the exquisite small pagoda quickly grew larger, blowing out a strong wind that could tear steel apart.

But the Thousand-Armed Centipede ignored the strong winds. Its scales were intact. It just opened its bloody mouth and bit the top-grade magic weapon into pieces in one bite. It also bit the Zixia Sect elder to pieces, and he died with screams.

The top-grade seventh-refined Thousand-Armed Centipede is so domineering and ferocious that if an ordinary elder from the Secret Treasure Realm encounters it, it can only become his food.

The Thousand-Armed Centipede flew low over the scene, jumped off with the Ghost Ridge Palace disciples on its back, and stepped into the mountain gate of the Zixia Sect.

The other elders in the Secret Realm of Zixia Sect had no time to worry about rescue because they were also being targeted by terrible opponents.

The skin of an elder of the Zixia Sect cracked, and the blood that flowed out turned into a wedding dress, which kept tightening and crushing his bones.

Han Ruyan appeared quietly in the scene and slowly withdrew her gaze. In front of her, the elders of the Secret Treasure Realm were not even worth mentioning.

Su Jie grabbed with one hand, and tens of thousands of pale corpse hands split and gathered together, turning into a giant hand that was a hundred meters long and covered the sky. An elder from the Secret Treasure Realm tried every means to escape, but was unable to do so. He could only be pinched in Su Jie's palm in despair, and turned into minced meat like killing a small insect.

"From today on, the Zixia Sect will be removed from Qingzhou."

Su Jie's voice spread all over the place. Behind him, four elders from the Secret Realm of Guiling Palace flew out and joined the battlefield. They each found an elder from Zixia Sect to fight against.

As for Su Jie, he set his sights on Cao Yong, the great elder who stayed behind in Zixia Sect and a cultivator at the fifth level of the Secret Treasure Realm.

At this moment, Cao Yong's face was extremely pale. Seeing the brutal and terrifying Su Jie and his group, he never felt that the disaster of exterminating the clan would come today.

"My fellow disciples, the survival of our sect depends on this day. We must work together to defeat these bastards from the Ghost Ridge Palace."

Cao Yong yelled loudly in an attempt to boost morale.

But in the face of absolute strength, all this is in vain.

After the elite troops were transferred away, the Zixia Sect was left empty-handed, and its fate was almost certain from the moment its mountain protection formation was broken.

Boom.

On the Flying Magic Boat, the glow of the formation is layered. As a war fortress, the Flying Magic Boat is naturally adapted to the large battlefield environment.

Following a powerful attack, a dazzling beam of light fell to the ground and landed among the disciples of Zixia Sect.

These Zixia Sect disciples gathered together in formation, trying to mobilize the collective strength through the formation in order to protect themselves.

However, this behavior was immediately ruthlessly attacked by Feitian Fazhou.

When the beam of light fell, an extremely huge deep pit was blasted out on the ground. Hundreds of Zixia Sect disciples who were originally here disappeared without a trace, directly evaporated by the beam of light.

The attack of the Flying Boat is a huge threat to the Secret Treasure Realm. The frontal charged attack is equivalent to the full-strength attack of a fifth-level Secret Treasure Realm expert.

Even there are not many elders in the Secret Treasure Realm who can compete head-on, let alone these disciples of the Zixia Sect.

No matter whether they are inner disciples or outer disciples, as long as they are within the attack range, they will all be reduced to ashes.

"Haha, a few more rounds."

Zhu Changqi controlled the Flying Magic Boat and directed the disciples of the Puppet Hall to mobilize more magic arrays on the boat, aiming at the Zixia Sect below and launching a massive bombardment.

In an instant, Fazhou launched a full-scale offensive, outputting firepower. Various divine thunder, heavenly fire, strong winds and other attack formations came one after another, beating the Zixia sect disciples to pieces, a horrible sight.

The powerful might of the Flying Boat was fully demonstrated at this moment. There are now about three thousand disciples in the entire Zixia Sect.

But just one flying magic boat was enough to bring them to the brink of collapse, causing heavy casualties.

The Flying Magic Boat, without the restraint of the Secret Treasure Realm, was firing on all cylinders. These Zixia Sect disciples could only take the beating unilaterally. Without the Secret Treasure Realm, they couldn't even fly, let alone deal with the Flying Magic Boat flying at an altitude of thousands of meters.

On the other side, the Thousand-Armed Centipede was wreaking havoc on the battlefield, and the top-grade seven-refined poisonous insects were attacking the disciples in the Soul Condensation Realm. The scene was simply exaggerated.

Even without using any spiritual power, the Thousand-Handed Centipede's huge body would crush these disciples into mud. A large number of corpse hands broke away from the Thousand-Handed Centipede's body, forming a dense tide of corpse hands, drowning the struggling Zixia Sect disciples. The purple light rays were continuous, melting and evaporating the Zixia Sect disciples one by one.

In front of the vicious Thousand-Armed Centipede, countless disciples of the Zixia Sect cried and collapsed, completely unable to withstand the Thousand-Armed Centipede's dimensionality reduction attack.

Han Ruyan also threw out a white lantern with the word "Dian" written on it. This is the lantern ghost.

A horrifying scene occurred. The lantern ghost was suspended in the air. A disciple of the Zixia sect subconsciously looked up at the lantern curiously.

The next second, a bloody mark appeared on his neck, his eyes froze, his body stiffened, and his head swayed away from his body and flew into the sky.

And in this process, the human head gradually changed and turned into a big lantern. The lantern was bright red and looked extremely festive, but it was made up of human heads.

More and more human head lanterns floated into the sky, and the word "happiness" on the surface of the lanterns became brighter and brighter.

The disciples of Guiling Palace also rushed into the battle excitedly, surrounding and killing the disciples of Zixia Sect.

As the vanguard, the disciples of Guiling Palace who were selected to follow Su Jie were all capable and were not cannon fodder at the first or second level of the Soul Enrichment Realm.

On the contrary, most of the disciples left behind by Zixia Sect were cannon fodder, because the elite disciples had already been transferred to the Tianhun Sect battlefield, and those left behind at the mountain gate were not much different, not to mention the old, weak, sick and disabled.

The main reason was that Zixia Sect never expected that someone would be so cruel as to attack the mountain gate.

"Die to me."

A disciple of Guiling Palace controlled a poisonous insect, a mantis poisonous insect about ten feet long, and chopped a disciple of Zixia Sect into several pieces, with blood and internal organs flowing everywhere.

"Brother Guan."

A disciple of Zixia Sect was furious when he saw his friend being killed.

But before he could act, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and then he saw his chest burst open, and his heart inside disappeared.

thump!
After shaking his body a few times, the Zixia sect disciple fell backwards.

Behind him, a disciple of Guiling Palace, who was lying on all fours and had a vague humanoid outline and many lizard-like features, swung his forked long tongue. His tongue was like that of a frog, able to extend and twist freely in an instant, and as fast as lightning, piercing the chests of several Zixia sect disciples nearby and taking out their hearts.

Farther away, a disciple from the inner sect of Guiling Palace released a cloud of insects. Tens of thousands of Yin Fire Locusts flew out from the Insect Control Bag and devoured the Zixia Sect disciples who did not have time to escape, turning them into a pile of bones.

"Haha, Elder Su was right. The Zixia sect is indeed empty, and those who remain are just trash." The inner sect disciple of Guiling Palace had a bloodthirsty smile on his face. These remaining Zixia sect disciples did not even have much combat experience, because most of those who could fight had been pulled out. Now facing the Guiling Palace's group of demon cultivators who emerged from the cruel environment of the Demon Sect, they naturally could not compete in a fight.

Not to mention, there were lantern ghosts and thousand-armed centipedes wreaking havoc at the mountain gate. Wherever they passed, the sky was hung with auspicious lanterns, and the disciples of the Zixia sect were trampled into meat paste one by one.

"Brother Xiao, save me."

"Retreat quickly, we cannot defeat these demon cultivators."

"Run away. There might be a chance of survival if you run away."

As expected, the morale of these Zixia Sect disciples continued to decline. With the tragic casualties and the battle in the sky, several Zixia Sect elders have fallen, while not a single elder of Guiling Palace has died.

This means that once the elders are defeated, they, the disciples, will have to face the powerful men in the secret realm of Guiling Palace, and the outcome will be extremely tragic.

What really decides the outcome of this battle is not the disciples below, but the elders. Therefore, even if they really explode and defeat the disciples of Guiling Palace, it will be useless.

"Follow me and retreat to the main hall. There is a protective array there that can be activated."

Xiao Guanglian shouted orders loudly. Seeing that the situation was getting bad and his disciples were almost collapsed, he quickly called for everyone to follow him and ran into the main hall of the mountain gate, which was usually used for sect conferences.

At the same time, on the Flying Boat, five prisoners, Yuwen Jing, Mo Shiyao, Jiang Lin, He Wenfeng, and Zhang Xinming, witnessed the tragic situation of Zixia Sect and were all horrified.

"Zixia Sect is finished."

Yuwen Jing's voice trembled slightly. He never thought that he would witness a major event of extermination of a clan today.

Although it was not Guanchao Pavilion that was destroyed, he could empathize with the fate of Zixia Sect, which was also a righteous sect in Qingzhou.

"Amitabha, this demon is too deeply possessed by evil, and his sins are truly grave."

He Wenfeng clasped his hands together and began to recite the Sutra of Saving People.

"This demon has become powerful and will be more difficult to deal with in the future."

Mo Shiyao's face looked grim. The stronger Su Jie became and the more radical his actions became, the slimmer her hope of regaining her freedom became.

"You Qingzhou's demon cultivators are really... crazy."

Jiang Lin saw the flames all over the Zixia Sect and the disciples of the Zixia Sect being slaughtered, and couldn't help but sigh.

In Jingzhou where Jiang Lin was, she had never seen any demon cultivator dare to attack the righteous sect. On the contrary, the demon cultivators were suppressed and beaten by the righteous sect. Even the Tianhun Sect had its mountain gate broken, and they moved overnight to Qingzhou for refuge.

"We don't have this kind of demon cultivator in Qingzhou either."

Zhang Xinming agreed, saying that in most states of the Dali Dynasty, the righteous were suppressing the evil.

Even in Chongzhou, where the magic was most prosperous in the Dali Dynasty, Su Jie's behavior was extremely explosive. He actually turned against Tiangang and destroyed the righteous sect.

Su Jie didn't care how others viewed him. At this moment, Su Jie was holding Cao Yong's head in his left hand and walking towards the main hall of Zixia Sect step by step.

On Cao Yong’s head, his eyes were wide open, as if he was dying with his eyes open.

This great elder of the Zixia Sect, who was at the fifth level of the Secret Treasure Realm, was killed by Su Jie after just a few rounds of fighting, and his soul was absorbed by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and turned into nutrients.

Su Jie walked forward, with disciples from Zixia Sect and Guiling Palace fighting fiercely on both sides. The sounds of shouting and killing resounded throughout the mountain gate.

The battle to annihilate the sect here is nearing its end, and Su Jie's advantage is too great.

Although the Zixia Sect has three times as many people as Su Jie, the gap in high-end combat power is huge.

It’s unknown how many disciples an elder in the Secret Treasure Realm can match, not to mention Han Ruyan, Thousand-Handed Centipede, and Flying Magic Boat, who are even more ferocious than the elders in the Secret Treasure Realm.

Su Jie walked step by step to the main hall of Zixia Sect, where more than 300 disciples of Zixia Sect, led by Xiao Guanglian, were hiding.

This main hall is where the Zixia Sect holds sect meetings on weekdays. The protection and isolation are very strict. It just so happened that Xiao Guanglian knew the key to activating the formation here, and opened the isolation and protection formation of the main hall.

Su Jie looked at the light curtain of the formation rising in the main hall and slowly opened his mouth: "Thunder is coming."

Click!

Rays of purple sky thunder surged from the void and fiercely struck the defenses of the main hall, causing it to tremble and become tottering. The Zixia Sect monks hiding in the main hall were also filled with despair. They could only watch as the cracks in the isolating magic circle grew bigger and bigger until it completely dissipated with a bang.

The strength of the Purple Sky Thunder is linked to the soul. Su Jie's soul is on the path to becoming a Yang God, so the Purple Sky Thunder as a magical power is also constantly increasing in power. These formations in the main hall are not mountain protection formations, so it is impossible to stop Su Jie from entering.

Bang!
That is, at the moment when the main hall's defense was opened, Cao Yong's head was thrown into the main hall by Su Jie, giving a greeting gift to the disciples of Zixia Sect hiding there, but they might not like it.

"You evil demon, my grandfather will not let you go, especially you, Demon Su."

Xiao Guanglian roared loudly. He looked at Su Jie who was approaching. His hands and feet were cold and cold sweat was pouring down his face. Knowing that he could not escape, he seemed somewhat hysterical.

"Your grandfather won't let me go? I actually hope he can come find me and reunite your family then."

Su Jie laughed and didn't take it seriously at all. It was just the dying struggle of the weak.

As soon as he finished speaking, countless pale corpse hands swarmed out from Su Jie's trouser legs and sleeves. Soon, there were screams in the main hall, and Zixia Sect disciples were crushed one by one by the corpse hands.

Xiao Guanglian still wanted to struggle, and he flew out of the main hall, but just as he walked out of the door, his waist suddenly split into two, and the two halves of his body fell to the ground, howling in pain.

But before he could scream for a few seconds, his head exploded with a bang.

Su Jie withdrew his foot as if nothing had happened, and used the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to automatically absorb the soul that had left the body and refine the ghost.

Su Jie raised his head and looked around. The battle of Zixia Sect was basically over. All the disciples of Zixia Sect were slaughtered. It was not that they did not want to run away, but they could not escape at all with Han Ruyan and Thousand-Handed Centipede around.

With the help of the Flying Boat, the four elders from the Secret Realm of Guiling Palace also defeated their respective opponents and killed the four elders from Zixia Sect.

At this point, the entire Zixia Sect completely fell into Su Jie's hands.

"Clean up the battlefield and collect the spoils."

Su Jie's voice faded away, and he walked towards the treasure house of Zixia Sect.

Behind him, the disciples of Guiling Palace howled excitedly and began to snatch everything they set their eyes on, wreaking havoc on this righteous sect with a nearly thousand-year-old heritage.

(End of this chapter)