Over the cloudless Taiyin Sect, many disciples were sitting cross-legged on the auspicious clouds, listening to the Taiyin Sect leader's sermon.

This is a rare opportunity. Even the half-step powerful elder of Xianyi has someone coming to listen to him.

As the Taiyin Cult Master uttered the secret words of the great road one after another, golden lotuses bloomed, decorating the sky into a sea of ​​flowers.

This is a person of great power. His words are followed by laws, and his roar can shake mountains and rivers.

In this era when kings do not emerge and saints hide, the mighty is the overlord in the true sense.

In the small dynasties in the secular world, a Taoist monk can be regarded as the ancestor, but under the Taiyin Divine Sect, there are countless dynasties standing.

It can be said that any of the Taiyin disciples present are all princes and princesses outside. The difference between immortals and mortals is greater than heaven.

"Is the leader about to reach the realm of kings? The power is so powerful that it is simply unbearable!"

A new Shenqiao disciple was almost pressed to the ground by the unconscious pressure emanating from the Taiyin Cult Master, and he said with a clear conscience.

"King, he is still far away! In terms of talent, he is not as good as senior brother. He is so old that he is surpassed by a junior. I really don't know how he has the honor to continue to be the leader."

A sneer appeared on the face of the Half-Step Immortal Master, but out of caution, he only transmitted the message to the disciple.

There are also many mountains in the Taiyin God Religion, which are not much different from the secular world. He belongs to the lineage of Taiyin God Son, so naturally he can't stand the leader who is weaker than Taiyin God Son.

Moreover, the disciple who spoke had good qualifications, and he wanted to draw him into their lineage, so he sent a message to slander the leader of Taiyin.

However, the disciple didn't show any signs of strangeness after hearing these treacherous words.

He is just an ordinary disciple, and even if he sends a message to the elder to say bad things, he will not let him take a second look.

He was born in a small force and finally joined the Taiyin Sect. It was a good opportunity for him to transform into an immortal. How could he get involved in such a fight?

It was better to keep peace of mind and practice honestly. Although he knew that his talent was very high among his disciples of his generation, he did not aim too high. He only wanted to step into the secret realm of Immortal Stage and revitalize his family.

But just when he came back to his senses and planned to continue to listen carefully to the Taiyin leader's sermon, the suddenly hot air made him raise his head involuntarily.

Two suns?

He opened his eyes wide and saw two big suns rising into the sky, shining bright light on the earth.

"No, there are enemies!"

The sun suddenly set, and the voice he just shouted was drowned in the endless fire field.

As for the others, they were immersed in the sermon and passed away peacefully.

In the sky, He Qiu withdrew his right fist and looked down at the Taiyin Sect below, feeling neither sadness nor joy in his heart.

With one Sun Emperor punch, the entire Taiyin Divine Sect was destroyed.

Of course, this is only the core of the Taiyin Sect. There will definitely be disciples of the Taiyin Sect in other places, but this is enough.

Once he wipes out all the Taiyin Sect, those disciples who are outside will remain anonymous and will not dare to come out to cause trouble.

As for why He Qiu didn’t cut the grass and root out the roots?

Naturally, he did not take those ordinary monks seriously. In his opinion, those great emperors had only practiced for a while longer than him. If even some ordinary monks were afraid of them and still tried their best to eradicate them, then he would start

What’s the point of hanging?

"Who's invading?!"

The holy power was mighty and the astonishing momentum spurted out, overwhelming the whole world. A figure with Taiyin Holy Power lingering all over his body walked out from an inexplicable direction, holding the Taiyin Divine Sword, and staring at He Qiu standing in the sky.

"A person from the Sun God Cult?"

Feeling the breath of the sun that had not completely dissipated in the air, the pale and feminine man became furious.

The reason why I didn't think he was from the Golden Crow tribe was because I didn't smell the unique aura of the Golden Crow tribe.

"Yes, now that you recognize it, you should understand why I am here."

He Qiu is high in the sky, like a god on the sun. His whole body is wrapped in the holy power of the sun, as if he is wearing a piece of divine armor. He is heroic and majestic, with a straight back and not much emotion in his eyes.

"Then come and fight, life or death is up to you!"

Although the Saint of Taiyin did not personally participate in the plan against the Sun God Religion because he was sealed in the divine source, the plan to attack the Sun God Religion was formulated by him personally. The descendants of the Taiyin God Religion followed his will and then In addition, subsequent generations also coveted the legacy of the Sun God Cult, so the Sun God Cult was destroyed.

So when facing He Qiu, he knew that the battle was inevitable and that he had to fight to the death. Even if he wanted to give up, He Qiu would not agree and could only fight to the death.

The surging lunar holy power was like mist, rushing toward He Qiu at extremely fast speeds, covering him entirely.

A strong sense of corrosion came from his skin, but He Qiu remained motionless. It was just a probing move. His breath turned nine times, and golden blood spurted out, which in turn eroded the black mist.

Seeing He Qiu breaking through this move so easily, Taiyin Sage did not panic. Instead, he asked: "If I'm not mistaken, do you have the blood of the Holy Body?"

Although the scriptures of the Sun God Sect were powerful, the physical body could not be so strong. However, he was well-informed and with a thought, he recognized the specialness of golden blood.

"What nonsense are you talking about? If you want to fight, just hit harder. Let me see how strong a saint you are."

He Qiu said provocatively.

He did not use the imperial troops, not because of martial ethics, but because he had confidence in his own strength.

He's just a saint, and his energy and blood are declining. If he can't beat him, he might as well just die.

Sure enough, after hearing this, the Taiyin Sage turned cold.

"You're just a semi-saint, but you dare to talk to me like this. Do you really think that you are so talented that no one can rule you?"

If he can cultivate to the level of a saint, he is naturally a genius of his generation. How could he lose to a semi-saint?

The bloodline of the Holy Body will not enter his eyes unless the Holy Body is truly reincarnated.

However, this possibility is unlikely. If he is really that kind of genius, how could he step into the semi-saint in one step? He would have already stepped directly from the great king to the realm of the saint.

The night was getting thicker, and the terrifying vision enveloped half of the Ziwei star, making the sun lose its color and the stars hiding.

The gloomy atmosphere made people shudder. When He Qiu was in it, he felt countless ghosts hurriedly staring at him all around.

In an instant, a ghostly shadow flashed past, and claws like bones scratched at He Qiu's head, with traces of pitch-black light shining on his fingertips.

With a bang, the ghost claws seemed to hit a piece of fairy gold, making a sound of metal collision.
Chapter completed!