The remaining five evil cultivators were all killed by Qin Cheng.

This battle is almost over.

Blood dripped from the bronze sword, Qincheng slowly landed on the ground, looking coldly at the scholar who had not taken action from beginning to end.

He is also the only surviving evil cultivator in the Evil King Hall.

The scholar was swept by Qin Cheng's eyes and his face turned pale.

He thought that Qincheng would be very strong, and even Qincheng would take the masters of the Zhengqi Sect to eradicate the Evil King Palace.

But he never expected that Qin Cheng would come here alone immediately and kill Li Yang and others.

The scribe sighed.

"Fellow Daoist Cheng, in fact, whether you believe it or not, I actually do not support my elder brother in doing this. I also oppose killing innocent people."

"But Li Yang obviously didn't listen to you, right?" Qin Cheng said lightly.

"Although you verbally object and don't support it, you also let these people do it. If they succeed, you will also be the beneficiary. I'm right."

The scribe's face turned slightly red, and Qin Cheng directly pierced the biggest loophole in his logic.

"Fellow Daoist Cheng is also a smart person. I know he is no match for you. Now, saying that these are useless, I want to know how I can save my life." The scribe shook his head and said.

"Where are the remaining two?" Qin Cheng said.

The roots must be eradicated when cutting the grass.

There are only sixteen people here in the Eighteen Evil Kings. Although they may be scared after Li Yang and others' death, they do not want to leave hidden dangers to the Zhengqi Sect.

"If I say something, may my life be saved by fellow Taoist?" the scribe said with a flashing expression.

Qin Cheng didn't speak, but just looked at him coldly.

"They are on the way here, because you blocked the surroundings with the divine patterns, so they probably don't know what's going on here yet."

The scribe sighed and pointed to the storage bag that Liyang fell on the ground.

"The token in Li Yang's hand can sense the remaining seventeen of us. As long as the fellow Taoist holds this object, the two of them will not get the news and cannot escape."

Qin Cheng raised his hand and grabbed the storage bag. Sure enough, he found a token with the imprint of the aura of other people.

At this time, the other auras in the token were dead and only three auras were still there.

"Fellow Taoist, I said what you want to know, can you let me go? I swear that I will never approach the Zhengqi Sect when I leave the Demon Realm Mountains in the future." The scribe said with a dry smile, looking quite frightened.

"You don't have to pretend to be pitiful here." Qin Cheng raised his sword and pointed at the scholar and said coldly.

"Didn't your clone escape?"

"Fellow Taoist, why can't I understand what you said?" the scholar said in a daze.

"After I come, you don't give up on resisting, but you don't have time to take action." Qin Cheng sneered.

"You first quietly broke through the divine pattern barrier, and then let your clone escape to a place thirty miles away from here. Now you are still running away from a distance. Do you really think I don't know?"

The scholar was as if he was killed by thunder and was instantly shocked.

His biggest secret was directly revealed by Qin Cheng.

Thirty miles away, in the wasteland.

The clone of the scribe suddenly stood still and looked around in horror.

"No need to see, do you think I might let go of any of the evil kings who are trying to escape?"

puff!

With one sword down, the head of the scribe flew up instantly in the Fengjiao Valley.

Thirty miles away, the scholar was also shocked to find that at some point his body was covered with sky-devouring insects.

A scream echoed through the wilderness. He thought he had done all the mechanisms, but the ending of this clone was actually already destined and was instantly swallowed and killed by the Sky-Devouring Worm.


Chapter completed!