The Heavens Begin with Zhuxian

Chapter 103 Luohong at the Xiaoyaojian

"You have changed a lot when you come back this time. I always feel that you are avoiding me, or you are avoiding the Acacia faction."

Jin Ping'er lowered her head, because Mrs. Sanmiao was right, and she didn't know how to answer.

Seeing Jin Ping'er's appearance, Mrs. Sanmiao sighed, and said: "There is a saying from the ancestors that the saints of the Hehuan sect cannot have love, but the current Hehuan sect recognizes you as a saint, so this is you. reason for avoidance."

Jin Ping'er looked at Mrs. San Miao, and there was a look of dodge in her originally bright eyes.

"Master, I..."

"Since you were young, you don't like to practice charming skills. I forced you to practice. You don't like killing people. I forced you to kill people. You said you didn't want to hate your relationship with Ling'er and Yin'er and become a saint. I was the one who forced you to become a saint, I thought about it, it seems that I have been forcing you to do everything since you were a child, so this time, you can choose by yourself, and the master will not stop you."

A gust of wind blew, and brought a peach blossom into the attic. It flew lightly, like a dancing court lady, or a smart butterfly. However, the wind didn't blow all the time, so it fell to the ground.

On the pink petals, there is still a remnant of morning dew, which fell to the ground like a flower, dripping on the ground like tears.

A burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the attic, breaking the silence between the master and the apprentice, and also breaking the sadness brought about by the peach blossoms falling to the ground.

A woman in white clothes pushed the door in with a flustered expression. She was unaware of Jin Ping'er's astonishment and Mrs. Sanmiao's anger, and said eagerly: "The suzerain, the saint, the ghost king and his troops are attacking, and the peach blossoms are full of smoke." The formation has been broken."

Mrs. San Miao frowned suddenly. She had received news three days ago that the Ghost King Zong wanted to attack the Wan Du Sect. In order to prevent the Wan Du Sect from being destroyed by the Ghost King Sect, she asked some Hehuan faction elites to support the Wan Du Sect. It's just that they didn't expect that the Ghost King Sect would also attack the Hehuan faction while attacking the Wandu sect, and even the peach blossom and smoke formation was broken.

"Yin'er, hurry up and tell the elders and disciples that Ping'er and I will go outside the valley to check."

"Yes Yes."

……

The peach blossom forest outside the Xiaoyaojian is already red everywhere, there are countless red peach blossoms falling down, and there are also red blood flowing from the body.

The eyes of the ghost king sect disciples were strangely dark red, their swords never wavered when they sliced ​​through the bodies of Hehuan sect disciples, broken arms and stumps flew in the air along with peach petals, their clothes were stained red with blood. Dye the peach blossoms redder.

They are like devils, devils who came out of Shura Hell under the Netherworld.

A male disciple of the Hehuan Sect threw down the long sword in his hand and knelt in front of them. He was afraid of death, afraid that he would be cut into countless corpses by the disciples of the Ghost King Sect, and he knew the purpose of the Ghost King Sect coming to the Hehuan Sect It was nothing more than to attribute the power of the Hehuan faction to the Ghost King Sect, so he abandoned his sect without hesitation.

However, he forgot one thing, how could the Ghost King accept the Hehuan Sect disciples who surrendered without killing them?
Three snow-white plain knives slashed at him, and also shattered the desperate resistance of other Hehuan sect disciples.

War is a dead end, and surrender is a dead end, so why not run away?

"Sect Master, is this the function of the Fulongding?" Qinglong looked at the Fulongding in the ghost king's hand with some palpitations and asked.

The ghost king smiled boldly, and said: "It will make people fearless, and it will also make it easier for people to display the power of their bodies. Anyone who has these two points will become invincible."

Qinglong kicked away a head that rolled down at his feet, frowned and asked again: "Will there be any sequelae?"

"The disciples who have been given the power of Asura will not make further progress in the realm in the future, and perhaps their meridians will be cut off because they cannot bear the rapid flow of true essence in their bodies."

"Is this..."

"For the glory of the holy religion, this sacrifice is worth it."

The Hehuan faction has been able to rule the roost among the demonic sects for hundreds of years, so the background is naturally extremely profound. Although there was a panic because of the destruction of the peach blossom formation, the panic soon stabilized.

With the appearance of the suzerain and the saintess, and the departure of the elders one after another, soon, the Acacia faction gathered a large number of people and flocked to the broken formation.

And the progress of the Ghost King Sect from the beginning of the invasion to the present has finally stopped because of the resistance of the Acacia faction.

Strength and weakness are always relative, the ghost king sect disciples who possess the power of Shura are indeed powerful, but no matter how powerful they are, they cannot compare to the elders of the Hehuan sect who are in the upper realm, or the Sanmiao lady who is at the peak of the upper realm.

A drum sound resounded in Xiaoyaojian, and those red-eyed and fearless Ghost King Sect disciples retreated after hearing it, and the Hehuan faction did not pursue it.

Mrs. Sanmiao changed from her usual charming and charming, she walked out of the Hehuan faction camp with both hands playing with the lingering silk that was glowing with cold light. She looked at the ghost king in the ghost king's camp and said coldly: "Ghost king, you really think I am a Hehuan faction!" Is it as deceitful as Changshengtang?"

The Ghost King laughed, walked out and said: "Of course not, otherwise I wouldn't give up at this time. Now I want to talk about a condition, the Acacia Sect will submit to my Ghost King Sect. In this way, how can you Acacia Sect avoid a massacre? Just say it, the people you sent to help the Wandumen can't come back."

Mrs. San Miao sneered, and said: "Although my Hehuan Sect is full of women, I am not a generation to be bullied by others, let alone give up the dignity of the ancestors of the past generations by threatening you with a few words from the ghost king, you If you want to fight, then fight, and my three masters will continue here."

The Ghost King didn't get angry because of San Miao's resistance. Although the Hehuan faction was weak, it was still better than the Ghost King's sect, and Mrs. San Miao's strength was also among the top three in the holy religion. Surrender after saying a word?

Besides, he brought the Fulong Cauldron today with the intention of beheading Mrs. Sanmiao. If he didn't kill her, the Hehuan Sect would only be a vassal in name, and it would be useless to the Ghost King Sect's plan.

"Come on, then."

The lingering silk in Mrs. Sanmiao's hand straightened suddenly, stabbing at the ghost king like a sharp sword.

The peach blossoms on the tree seemed to be affected by the divine power on the lingering silk, and they began to fall off the tree one after another. They turned into endless pink flowers, entangled around the lingering silk.

The peach blossoms at this time are no longer peach blossoms, they are sharp knives that can easily cut the throat of the enemy.

The ghost king was not moved by it, and he didn't even have the idea of ​​using the Fulong cauldron for this pose.

(End of this chapter)