"If its two spiritual beasts were still there, they would never be in such a mess."

"It's all my fault for not paying attention."

Despite the difficult resistance, Bai Caihuang's heart was filled with regret.

Liu Yu was not surprised that his attack was blocked.

After all, the other party is the young patriarch of the Bai family. His cultivation has reached the peak of the early stage of foundation building, and his magical weapons are all of high quality.

But now is a good opportunity to harvest fuel. He has a lot to do, and he is not interested in fighting with him. You come and I go back and forth.

While controlling the Netherworld Soul-Severing Cone to attack again, the divine consciousness quickly gathered between the eyebrows, compressed and condensed in a special way, and turned into two invisible and qualityless thorns of divine consciousness.

"Shocking Thorn"

Liu Yu decisively used the tried and tested secret technique of spiritual consciousness.

He didn't want this hostile female nun with extraordinary potential to live one more breath or breathe one more breath of air.

The Jingshen thorn was invisible and fast, covering a distance of dozens of feet in the blink of an eye, and shot into the center of the female cultivator's lightly painted eyebrows.

"Yeah~" "Yeah~"

A sharp stabbing pain came from his consciousness, and Bai Caihuang lost control of the magical weapon when he was caught off guard.

"Ding"

The Nether Soul-Severing Cone directly knocked away the fiery red dart, bypassed the drop-shaped pendant, passed through the female cultivator's flat belly, and pierced her Dantian.

With a special beast-controlling spirit body, Bai Caihuang's natural consciousness is relatively powerful, surpassing many monks in the middle stage of foundation building, and he woke up after two breaths.

"Hmm~" "Uh~"

She suddenly let out a scream, and her pure jade face became distorted in pain, looking equally ugly.

The Dantian was broken, the foundation of existence of mana was lost and rapidly drained away, and a strong feeling of weakness came over.

Instinctively, Bai Caihuang barely controlled the remaining magic power in her meridians, and used the magic weapon under her feet to prevent herself from falling.

As for the fiery red dart and the water drop pendant, they were no longer able to control them and could only watch as they fell to the ground.

Liu Yu looked at the miserable condition of this woman with no expression on her face, her pupils were still extremely cold, and she opened her mouth to spit out the Qingyang Demonic Fire, which was dark green and half light green.

With a wave of his hand, he controlled a goose egg-sized demonic fire to shoot towards him rapidly.

The severe mental and physical pain disrupted Bai Caihuang's thoughts and almost lost his ability to think.

"Uh-huh"

She only saw a faint cyan light in her peripheral vision, and then she felt a slight pain in her body and lost consciousness.

Black ashes fell from the sky, and this was the beginning of its birth and its end. It was finally buried here, nourishing this land.

Since then, the fragrance has disappeared and the jade has died.

Liu Yu suddenly paused, beckoned to take back the Qingyang Demonic Fire, and attached it to the Netherworld Soul-Severing Cone to slowly burn.

Then he sucked it in again, took Bai Caihuang's storage bag into his hand, and put away several fallen magic weapons one by one.

"Sixth Elder!!!"

"Stop, no!"

"Damn devil, we will fight you!"

Seeing the family elder die in front of them, five or six Bai family Qi refining monks' eyes turned red and they lost their minds.

Instead of running away, they struck an angry blow with hatred.

With each magical weapon and each talisman, they used all means to attack the "devil" who killed the Sixth Elder.

"The pearls of rice also emit brilliance?"

Not paying attention to the abuse and filthy words of these people, Liu Yu smiled coldly, without any wavering in his eyes.

It seemed that what he was seeing was not living monks, but corpses, like cold vegetation.

As soon as he thought, the Nether Soul-Destroying Cone shot out beside him, with the Qingyang Demonic Fire attached to it.

Shoot at the magic weapon, at the spell, at the Bai family monk who is using all kinds of methods!

“Bang bang bang”

After a series of roars, several magical weapons of different grades were violently destroyed, spells were forcibly destroyed, and all means were destroyed.

"Ah" "Uh-huh"

There was no suspense in the result. After just one breath, five or six monks from the Bai family turned into a ball of black ashes.

Their physical bodies and souls have become the fuel of the demonic fire.

There was no pity in Liu Yu's eyes. These monks enjoyed the benefits brought by their family, but naturally they also had to bear the pain of their family's destruction. There was nothing worthy of pity.

Just like the Bai family relies on the relationship between Baiyun Temple for development, but when Baiyun Temple cannot protect itself, it will also suffer backlash.

Without enough strength, you cannot escape this reincarnation.

"One drink, one peck, and you will have your destiny."

"The saying goes that mountains will fall if you rely on them, and you will run if you rely on everyone. This is exactly what it is."

"Only you are the most reliable."

Liu Yu smiled, a few thoughts flashed through his mind, then he dismissed the distracting thoughts and activated the Li Xuan Sword to rise into the sky.

It turned into a fiery red escaping light and kept wandering around the foot of Phoenix Mountain and the mountainside.

He seemed to be transformed into a black god of death, waving the sickle in his hand, constantly harvesting the lives of the Bai family monks.

Screaming, wailing, and begging for mercy could not make him stop or stop. There was only "fuel" in his eyes for walking.

Just like these living monks are not life, but crops in the field, he waves the sickle indifferently and keeps harvesting.

In Liu Yu's eyes, life is equal.

Therefore, regardless of gender, regardless of age, as long as they can provide fuel, they are all targets for harvesting!

"Senior, have mercy on me."

"As long as the senior can let the little girl go, the little girl is willing to be a cow or a horse so that the senior can enjoy all the glory."

A female nun wearing an apricot yellow dress knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

She looked about thirty, with a dignified appearance, a graceful figure, and a hint of lust on her face when she spoke.
Chapter completed!