Chapter 208

"Extremely small, extremely small."

"An almost impossible thing."

"Let the old man encounter it."

Inside the fire vein mountain peak,

A red-haired old man closed his eyes and then opened them suddenly, the aura of the peak of Foundation Establishment spreading without reservation.

"Fortunately, even so, the old man is prepared."

"Brother Chengye, go well."

His eyes revealed cold light.

"So what if it's an innate sword body?"

"A dead genius is no longer a genius!"

"And the old man, in this critical autumn when the Blood Slaughter Hall is imposing, is the person most likely to form a Golden Core in the sect. Without exact evidence, can the ancestor kill the old man?"

"Even if killed, the old man has no regrets!"

Zhou Kunlong revealed a firm expression.

"Without the Nine Orifices Golden Fruit seventeen years later, I have at most less than half a percent chance of forming a Golden Core. It's nothing more than dying early or late!"

Suddenly,

A strand of blue light flashed away on the mirror surface of the spell.

"Impossible!"

"This is Foundation Establishment, Foundation Establishment!"

"Foundation Establishment!"

Zhou Kunlong roared out of control, and his firm Dao heart, which was not afraid of death, was shattered into pieces.

A deep blue flying sword,

flew out bit by bit from between Jiang Ding's eyebrows.

The moment it appeared, within a radius of a thousand meters, terrifying sword intent descended, as if a blue Great Sun fell into everyone's heart, burning all spiritual sense peeping, the soul was blank, standing stiffly and motionless.

"What is this?!"

"You are clearly at Qi Condensation Level 7!"

The gray-robed old man shouted in fear, having a premonition of something.

Swish!

Under the blessing of the magnetic sensing pattern, the deep blue flying sword's speed was unimaginably fast, almost disappearing within the range of spiritual sense.

In an instant, it landed on the head of the fire dragon condensed by the gray-robed old man with all his magic power and essence blood.

It pierced through from its head.

The fire dragon stagnated for a moment, its spirit light collapsed and dissipated, a fire dragon crescent top-grade magic tool's spirit light dimmed and fell, with an extra hole in the center, clearly visible, already scrapped.

In another instant, it appeared on the head of the gray-robed old man who wanted to use some other spell, passing through with some brain matter.

The Foundation Establishment shield had no effect.

"Zhou... harmed my offspring!"

The gray-robed old man with a large hole in his head fell weakly, his eyes filled with tears, full of regret, seemingly having a premonition of the fate of his son who had already obtained a Foundation Establishment pill and was about to take it.

Bang!

His corpse fell to the ground, splashing a cloud of smoke and dust.

"This..."

Li Qingyun's eyes revealed horror.

"Is there any more?"

Jiang Ding stood up, flew to the sky dozens of meters high, and looked at the fire vein in the distance, seemingly seeing the appearance of a red-haired old man in it.

For a long time, no one answered.

All disciples, including Li Qingyun, lowered their heads.

Swish!

The Taiqing flying sword fell, passing through the necks of more than twenty inner and outer sect disciples who had the most fear and resentment in their hearts. Their heads fell to the ground, and large amounts of blood sprayed into a fountain, which was magnificent.

The surrounding disciples were sprayed with blood, trembling, but never dared to stand up.

Shaking off the blood, the sword was collected between his eyebrows.

Jiang Ding turned into an escape light and flew back to the top of Golden Spirit Mountain.

"See the guests off."

"Yes!"

"Respectfully send off the little martial uncle ancestor."

Liu Sanqi bowed respectfully, looked at the disciples who survived around, and the Supreme Elder's personal disciple Li Qingyun and others.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, scattering like birds and beasts.

"I, am too petty."

On Heavenly Thunder Peak, the white-browed old cultivator was silent for a long time and sighed.

This matter was not actively promoted by him, but he also knew about it and did not come out to stop it in the first place.

At that time in his heart,

there was a sense of shame at being fooled by a mortal.

"Mainly it's been eight years. Who would have thought that a mortal would not step down from the mountain top for eight years, never have Qi Condensation aura, and always look like an innate martial artist."

"After all, an innate sword body is an innate sword body. Even if it is incomplete and the future of the Dao path is unknown, it can still kill Foundation Establishment across tiers."

Zhou Sanyan also sighed.

"But no matter what excuse, Senior Brother, you being petty, short-sighted, and unable to recognize people is unavoidable."

"A mere Tier 2 top-grade spirit vein, the output of less than 20,000 spirit stones in eight or nine years, if it's lost, it's lost. Just take it as a lesson for your own vision. What else can you do?"

"Junior brother, I am also just talking coolly. I mentioned it beforehand, but seeing that you didn't approve, I was too lazy to say it. It can be seen that I am not a person with long-term vision and generosity."

Zhou Sanyan sighed again.

"You and I, senior and junior brothers, originally played a trick when we entered the sect. Plus this time, the innate sword body's original not-so-much recognition for the sect... sigh."

"Even if he is ignorant now, when he grows up and gains experience in the future, he will know everything."

"You mean..."

The white-browed old cultivator hesitated.

"Senior Brother, don't think wildly, there is no meaning."

Zhou Sanyan said sternly.

"In the end, we didn't tear our faces apart, and there is at least a little bit of affection. In the future, when the sect is in trouble, if it's not too difficult, will this person stand by and watch?"

"As for things like not sparing his life and trying his best to save the sect, don't think about it anymore."

"Sigh, forget it, if we chose at the beginning..."

The white-browed old cultivator had annoyance between his eyebrows, quickly converged his emotions, and turned cold: "Chu Fengxi, the master of the gold vein, attempted to harm the sect's elders, execute immediately!"

"Zhou Kunlong..."

He hesitated a little and looked at the rough man in front of him.

"Let me think, give me some time, Senior Brother."

Zhou Sanyan also struggled a bit.

A family member, Foundation Establishment peak, has a half-percent chance of Golden Core success, and is also a registered disciple, naturally inclined toward the family.

Although the talent is not as good as the innate sword body, the affection is extraordinary.

"In this critical autumn of the sect's life and death, having an extra half-percent chance of Golden Core is also good..."

Zhou Sanyan stammered some words.

The white-browed old cultivator's lips moved for a while, but he didn't say anything.

This junior brother of his had been together since he was young, experienced how many bloody battles in the sect, how many dark arrows in the sect, and always stood firmly with him.

At this time, how could he bear to destroy with his own hands the half-percent chance that he hoped to continue the family's wealth and prosperity?

Furthermore, it is indeed a child who grew up watching.

"If he can kill, let him kill when he grows up. We will not oppose it."

The white-browed old cultivator sighed.

"Zhou Kunlong failed to strictly manage the family disciples, punished to the Cliff of Reflection, reflect for seventeen years, unauthorized exit from the Cliff of Reflection, death!"

His tone suddenly turned cold: "Zhou Chengye, the whole family slaughtered, Zhou Kun, the whole family slaughtered, all inner and outer sect disciples who participated in this matter, the whole family slaughtered."

"Compensate the little junior brother, one million low-grade spirit stones."

A talisman with a thick bloody smell flew down the mountain peak and landed in the center of the Punishment Hall.

A Foundation Establishment late-stage cultivator sitting cross-legged froze, repeatedly confirmed the authenticity of the talisman, and sent dozens of talismans flying in all directions.

A moment later,

More than twenty Foundation Establishment cultivators gathered, without any delay, killed into the main peak of the gold vein, angry scolding, reprimands, and begging for mercy were endless, and the magic power fluctuations of Foundation Establishment erupted violently.

Finally, it returned to calm.

A beautiful and graceful woman's head was held up from the mountain peak.

Thanks to the alliance leader Mo Huan Tian, my liver is a bit problematic now, and adding updates will take some time, I am very sorry.

Tomorrow's update time may be delayed.

(End of chapter)