Taixuanmen.

The Saint of Yaochi looked at He Qiu who was sitting in the upper position, curiosity flashed in her beautiful eyes.

At first, she wanted to find Ye Fan and fight with him, so she went to Jiang's house to look for him, but found that he had already left.

Then the Saint of Yaochi returned in despair and returned to Yaochi.

When she heard the news about He Qiu later, she found that the time when he arrived at Jiang's house was only one day different from hers, which made her regret not being able to meet this real leader among the younger generation.

However, He Qiu finally used the name of Taixuan Sect to invite all the powerful forces in Beidou.

Yaochi is naturally among them.

Although Yaochi has been closed for a long time, when faced with an invitation from a saint, I still dare not refuse, nor do I want to refuse.

After all, as a saint, just mentioning a few words may be a great opportunity.

So, in the end, the Holy Maiden of Yaochi came here with the Queen Mother of the West.

As for the fact that Taixuan Sect itself is not a very strong force, and the gap between it and Yaochi is huge, there is no need to consider it.

There is a saint here, and in this world, Taixuanmen is the strongest force besides the Ji Dao forces.

"Everyone is here."

After seeing everyone gathered, He Qiu opened his mouth to speak for the first time.

"Emperor Daxia, have you brought anything?"

He asked as if he didn't care.

At this time, the Emperor of Daxia, who was sitting in the front row, immediately stood up, stood in front of He Qiu, and then took out a corpse covered in a strange black aura.

The curse left by the Forbidden Zone Supreme?

Thinking of the cause of death of the Blood Dragon Saint, He Qiu guessed in his mind.

"Sage, there is a curse on the blood dragon. Please be careful."

The Emperor of Daxia said very honestly.

Everyone in the palace was in an uproar. They did not expect that Emperor Daxia would actually take out the body of the Blood Dragon Saint.

This is a slap in the face of Daxia Dynasty!

Everyone looked at He Qiu and thought in their hearts.

"good."

He Qiu raised his hand, and an invisible sword energy emerged in the void. No one present noticed the existence of this sword energy.

Suddenly, the sword energy roared softly, split into thousands of sword energy, and struck directly at the remains of the Blood Dragon Saint.

Puff.

The Blood Dragon Saint's blood splashed on the face of the Emperor of Great Xia.

How dare he?

The Emperor of Daxia looked at the ground where there was only a pool of flesh and blood, and felt an infinite chill in his heart.

He never expected that He Qiu would desecrate the body of the Blood Dragon Saint under the watchful eyes of many forces in Beidou.

Then, there was another sword cry, and a blood hole appeared on the forehead of the Emperor Daxia.

"For the sake of your honesty, I will leave you with a complete body."

He Qiu said calmly.

But the words inside made everyone present shudder.

The Emperor of Daxia was so shameless that he even handed over the remains of his ancestors, but he still couldn't escape death?

Suddenly, the faces of the monks who had helped the Great Xia Dynasty and captured Taixuanmen disciples all turned pale.

Although the Emperor of Great Xia contributed the most and they were at best accomplices, the Emperor of Great Xia handed over the remains of the Blood Dragon Saint regardless of his reputation, but he still could not escape death.

The emperors of Great Xia are like this, what will be their fate?

They had a vague answer in their hearts.

But knowing the difference in strength, they still have extravagant hopes in their hearts.

As for the uncles of the Great Xia Dynasty who came with the Emperor of Great Xia, their expressions were complicated.

Some people are sad when they die, and some people are ambitious.

But after all, no one dared to collect the body of the Great Xia Emperor.

The interpersonal relationship in the dynasty is so cruel, even in the dynasty in the spiritual world.

Looking at the body of the Great Xia Emperor, He Qiu felt a slight sense of revenge.

But looking at the other people in the Great Xia Dynasty, he hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not make a move.

Not soft-hearted.

The Daxia Dynasty already had an almost life-and-death relationship with him, so in the face of such a sincere move by the Daxia Emperor, He Qiu still chose to kill him.

But for the other people in the Great Xia Dynasty, He Qiu can't take action yet.

Although the foundation of the Great Xia Dynasty will not show up for some powerful people.

But if he kills all the great powers of the Great Xia Dynasty without killing others, he will definitely reveal the details of the Great Xia Dynasty.

After all, compared to other monks, the powerful uncles of the Great Xia Dynasty were the real foundation.

"Okay, let's forget about the Great Xia Dynasty."

What He Qiu said made everyone in the Great Xia Dynasty extremely excited.

Even those who mourned for the Great Xia Emperor just now couldn't help but feel happy.

But people from other forces are different.

The affairs of the Great Xia Dynasty were settled with the body of a blood dragon saint and the life of the Great Xia Emperor.

So how should we settle our grudges with a saint?

The Holy Lords and Holy Sons of some Holy Lands thought one after another.

He Qiu invited the Holy Lord and the Holy Son from the forces that had helped the Great Xia Dynasty capture the Taixuan Sect disciples. He did not want them to watch a good show.

"The Yin-Yang Sect helped people from the Great Xia Dynasty arrest thousands of disciples of the Taixuan Sect, right?"

He Qiu's words made the leader of the Yin Yang Sect and the saints and saints who followed him break out in cold sweat.

"Saint, you..."

Just as the leader of the Yin Yang Sect was about to explain, his head was cut off by a sword light.

"Ahhhhh!"

The Saint of Yin Yang Sect screamed, making He Qiu frown slightly.

Another sword light fell, and the beauty's head rolled to the ground.

Ignoring the shivering Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Sect, He Qiu continued with the execution of the Holy Lord of the next Holy Land and a Holy Son or Holy Girl.

The sword light took away the powerful Holy Lords who dominated Beidou one by one, making many Holy Lords present who had never helped the Great Xia Dynasty feel frightened, fearing that He Qiu, the murderer, would kill them too.

"No, Fairy Caiyun..."

The originally confident Holy Lord Wanchu saw the sword light coming towards him and wanted to say something, but he only said five words and was cut off by the sword light.

Fairy Caiyun?

He Qiu frowned, thinking that Fairy Caiyun was the former saint of Wanchu Holy Land.

However, He Qiu has no regrets and is not worried about what will happen to Jiang Taixu in the future.

He is just a Holy Lord. How can he have any friendship with Fairy Caiyun after being thousands of years apart?

At this time, Holy Son Wanchu looked blankly at the body of Holy Lord Wanchu, with the same expression as the other remaining holy sons or saints.

In this way, after He Qiu killed dozens of Holy Lords, Holy Sons or Holy Maidens in the Holy Land, he finally stopped and put away his sword energy.

"Everyone is shocked. They really bullied people too much, so I did something like this that was not my intention."

He Qiu comforted the many monks present.

Secretly, dozens of Tao seeds were condensed in his hand.

Based on his understanding of the Nameless Sword Technique, he used the void to plant these Tao seeds in Wanchu Holy Son and others.
Chapter completed!