A black light flashed, and in the center of the archipelago, the half of the arm disappeared without a trace.

After half a breath, a roar shattered the clouds.

"Who is Xiaoxiao! Taking away the most precious treasure of our sect!?"

A figure appeared under the dark and oppressive sky. He was tall and thin, wearing a black and red religious robe, and had an angry aura.

The leader of the Holy Soul looked around in all directions, his eyes filled with evil, as if he might go crazy at any time.

When he saw a group of Kyushu strongmen headed by the smiling Jiang Chen with indifferent expressions, especially when he felt the abyss-like aura from King Xiao Chen, his anger stopped for a moment.

"It's you!"

He saw the arm Tie Zhu was holding in his mouth, and his expression turned gloomy for a few moments before suddenly laughing strangely: "Haha, Kyushu, what a brave dog! Do you know where this place is?"

Jiang Chen was very kind and always answered all questions. He looked at the island below, nodded and said, "Isn't this the site of the Holy Soul Sect? Lao Deng, do you think I am illiterate?"

ruins...

The leader of the Holy Soul Cult smacked his lips twice, and when he understood, his old face became a little colder: "I have thousands of disciples on the island, and they are at their peak. Are you cursing my sect?"

Jiang Chen quickly waved his hand, indicating that the other party had misunderstood. Then when he saw that the explanation was unclear, he took out a projector and played a video: "Please watch vcr!"

In the picture, the disciples of the Holy Soul Sect were slaughtered one after another, dying miserably.

Such scenes were happening on every island, and in the end only the middle island, where the leader of the Holy Soul and the elders lived, was spared.

The leader of the Holy Soul Cult was stunned, the veins on his forehead beating one by one, like a tiger that chooses people to devour, staring at Jiang Chen.

"You...you...you..."

He was speechless for a long time.

Although he had used the method of blood sacrifice of living people to sacrifice disciples, they were all external members recruited later, the real core disciples, which he valued very much. In such a large sect, the leaders paid great attention to the future of the sect.

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He led the entire Holy Soul Religion into the embrace of the restricted area in order to become more prosperous in the future and pass it on to generations to come.

It can be said that strengthening the Holy Soul Cult is the goal that the Holy Soul Cult leader has been striving for throughout his life.

Now that all the disciples have been slaughtered, only a few elders and himself are left, which is even more uncomfortable than killing him.

"You deserve to die!"

The leader of the Holy Soul Cult gritted his teeth and shouted downwards: "Master Wei, Senior Tu Dao, if you don't take action yet, when will you wait!?"

"brush" "brush"

Two figures flashed forward, one wearing a bloody robe and a ferocious Shura mask, the other a tall man with a sinister face and an old man's appearance, holding a forearm-long broad-belly knife, which was seen in ancient times.

Butcher's knife.

"You are too impatient. They haven't taken action yet and are still standing in a group. What if they use their back hands and run away together?"

The Shura Sect Master's tone was somewhat dissatisfied. There was an obvious smell of blood on his robes. Only the freshly released blood would be so pungent.

"What did you say!?" The leader of the Holy Soul Cult suddenly said: "The person who died is not your disciple, so of course you are not in a hurry!"

Unexpectedly, the leader of Shura Sect gave a strange laugh and stroked the bloody robe on his body: "I no longer have any disciples to die with."

These words made the leader of the Holy Soul stagnate.

At this time, the fierce old man on the side spoke: "That's all, since you want to take action, kill him quickly to avoid future troubles!"

He has the strongest momentum among the three, and is only one step away from the eighth level peak. At this moment, he is looking at the group of people in Jiuzhou coldly, and looks at Jiang Xiaochen a few more times.

"This person is stronger than last time. We may have a chance of winning by attacking him. Let all the elders of the Holy Soul Sect take action and massacre the remaining people."

"Ying'er, come out and try the knife!"

As he finished speaking, a sword that was as sharp as if it could break the sky was slashed out from the middle island. A young man appeared on the scene. He didn't have a knife in his hand, but his whole body was as sharp as a peerless sword!

The old man, who was known as the Butcher's Sword in the cultivation world in the past, looked at this young man, his eyes filled with relief. He had only practiced for a hundred years and had reached the peak of the seventh level. In addition, his talent in the way of swordsmanship was even stronger than his own back then.

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Now, even with his seventh-level strength, he couldn't catch his sword.

Perhaps one day, this beloved disciple will take the butcher's knife and reach the top of the spiritual world!

Chen Ying looked at the group of people, his eyes resting on Zhou Tai, Er Leng, and Tang Yi respectively, showing a somewhat happy expression.

"Master, leave these three to me! If they join forces, they may be able to put some pressure on me."

Butcher nodded. In the last era, his beloved disciple had fought one against five in the most peak battle, killing four of the strongest at the same level. It was not difficult to fight against three.

At this time, five figures wearing black and red religious robes rose into the sky.

Two are seventh level and three are sixth level.

There are actually two acquaintances among them, the former Dark Alliance King You, and the leader of the Puppet Master Sect. The former has reached the seventh level because his inheritance can be regarded as a direct descendant of the Holy Soul Sect.

The leader of the Soul Cult took a fancy to it and rewarded him with resources.

"Leader, King Chen, who will handle it?" In this situation, King You still had to bite the bullet and asked the most concerning question.

He also heard the arrangement clearly.

Three eighth-level soldiers besieged King Xiaochen, trying to kill him quickly. The elders of the Holy Soul Sect, plus Chen Ying, slaughtered the remaining people.

But the key question is whether King Chen is included among the remaining people. If so, King You would rather deal with the eighth level, so that he can at least die a little easier.

The leader of the Holy Soul Cult looked gloomy when he heard this, and looked at the sea in front of him: "There will be someone who will take action."

The day they attacked Kyushu, they had anticipated this day and had already prepared backup plans. It was a plan that day, and it might not be the case today.

"Brush" "Brush" "Brush"

Three figures shot out from the bottom of the sea and surrounded everyone in Kyushu from behind. Everyone was shocked because the aura emanating from these three vague figures made them feel extremely frightened.

Each one of them is not weaker than King Xiaochen!

Three eighth level peaks!

It is even possible that he fell down from the ninth level, and his true combat power is far superior to that of the average eighth-level peak person.

It seemed that they were the ones who besieged the Samsara King that day.

Zhou Tai and others were breathing a little heavier, and the opposing lineup was a bit scary at the moment. Even if King Chen was also at the eighth level, we still only had two eighth level peaks, and there were no other eight levels, so we were at an absolute disadvantage.

If they fight, they will probably be slaughtered quickly.

"Holy soul, next time, you will kill everyone in your family."

At this time, a delicate voice came out from among the three blurry figures, and the calmness revealed a sense of indifference and aloofness that judged everything.

The Holy Soul Cult Leader trembled all over, with a complex look of fear and resentment deep in his eyes, and said nothing.

His glance just now undoubtedly exposed the three men who were preparing to attack King Chen at the best opportunity after the battle began.

But the three of them have always been here, but they watched helplessly as the Yin army under King Chen sneaked in and slaughtered all their followers. They were not even willing to remind themselves secretly. This kind of indifference and condescension in their bones made the Holy Soul Cult Leader also have a long time ago.

There was resentment in my heart.

"Prince Chen, today is the day you die!" The master of the Puppet Sect suddenly shouted angrily. He vaguely remembered how he felt when he returned home and saw the ruins of the Puppet Sect all over the ground.

King You shrank back, pretending not to recognize him.

When the three vague figures saw that the attack plan failed, they stopped talking and said coldly: "You three, take action."
Chapter completed!