Chen Xinghe glanced at it and praised: "It turns out that the senior master cultivated demonic thoughts and condensed a demon hook, which deeply understands the magic power! Well, mystery is born from the source, I understand a little. Demonic thoughts can reach thousands of great ways! Evolve at will, and thousands of great ways can be picked up at will! However, is there some people who imitate the power power in front of me? "

As soon as he finished speaking, the demon hook did not hook the man away, but pushed him hard!

Then, the man's eyes were dim and he fell into a strange and desperate situation.

"Damn it!" No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape. He could only force himself to calm down and wait for the opportunity while healing his wounds...

Suppressing the master of the Wanmo Sect, Chen Xinghe looked around and said loudly: "You hear that Wanmo Sect must go to fight. When will it die until only 400 horses are left, and when will it be allowed to stop? If you don't respect the order, I will personally take action to send you into the Demon Realm."

As he said that 60% of the garrisons of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect disappeared, and the already dusty crack in the Demon Realm opened again. These changes were completed in a moment, and there was no time to react or beg for mercy.

The Wanmo Sect was silent, and then he realized how terrifying the person in front of him was. The words he said before were not joking, but really wanted to suppress the Wanmo Sect and suppress the bloodline of the sect. If he didn't accept it, he had to accept it. If he refused, he would be bent, or he would send a master to check and balance.

However, the Supreme Elder took action and was taken away after a few encounters.

How powerful is this bastard? I remember that it was only at the level of a disciple more than a hundred years ago, but now it is so powerful. This kind of progress has surpassed cognition, which is simply incredible.

During the trial of the Wanmo Sect, Chen Xinghe could challenge the elders with the help of the sword formation, not to mention that he is now holding the book of the ground in his hand and secretly suppressing the Immortal Screen of the Fallen.

Now that he is standing here, even if several Mahayana monks come, they are no match for him! And as more and more suppression masters, his combat power is already reaching the sky.

"Next stop, Hantian Sect!" The figure disappeared.

After a long time, the survivors of the Wanmo Sect realized that Chen Xinghe was a great disaster in the sect and needed to immediately notify the sect leader of everything that happened here. Perhaps the always arrogant Wanmo Sect was going to bow to Emperor Qingtian...

Chen Xinghe didn't care about the other party's reaction. If he didn't respect the order, he would have eliminated a sect's Taoist tradition, which was no longer difficult for him.

Hantian Sect lives in the north of Chihuangtian.

I saw a stern and slaughtering place, covered with snow and ice, and you could encounter erupting volcanoes from time to time.

Such an environment has given birth to many extremely cold and extremely flamed places. In the eyes of ordinary monks, they may feel desolate and barren. In the eyes of Chen Xinghe, some unique smells will be seen soon.

"What a wonder! Hantian Sect has indeed suppressed some purgatory, and has cultivated its foundation little by little with the power of frost and snow in the world and the power of purgatory. Until today, it is really unfathomable! Perhaps Hantian Sect can have been alongside Jintian Sect long ago, but it is relatively low-key and has not revealed any of it." Chen Xinghe did not get this conclusion through observation, but perceived the earth's energy through the earth's books, so he learned about some important secrets within the territory of the Hantian Sect, so he came to this way.

This Hantian Sect is worthy of being one of the five major sects. It makes a fortune in silence, and its foundation has long been so deep that it is unimaginable. Perhaps even the Hantian Sect own people do not know how many senior masters are buried underground.

Not long after, the words of the Hong Zhong rushed into the core hall of Hantian Sect.

"Chen Xinghe, Qingtian Sect, came to visit, fellow Taoists are polite." Before Hantian Sect can react, a loud bang accompanied by the clouds and pressing the sect formation.

"Boom..." The second knocking of the gate was even louder than the first time, and many formation bases were cracked, and the ninety-eighty-one snow peaks near the hall were all half shorter.

"Boom..." The third time I knocked on the gate, most of the wall collapsed.

The elders responsible for stabilizing the formation sprayed blood and forced a passage out of a huge aura.

"Chen Xinghe, Qingtian Sect? How dare you go to Hantian Sect to act wildly. What a courageous one."

I saw a figure plaid on the shoe, and every time I took a step, I left a big footprint on the ground.

After twenty-eight steps, the heaven and earth shook violently, and avalanches appeared in most snow-capped mountains within a million miles, which quickly stirred up wind and snow all over the sky, and the terrifying whistling sound filled Hantian Sect.

"Why is the leader of Hantian Sect so rude? Don't you come out to greet him?" The voice of doubt spread throughout Qianshan, and Chen Xinghe walked into the most luxurious pavilion here with a smile.

Standing on this attic, you can overlook it very far, with the momentum of many mountains coming to the forefront, and the arrangement is beautiful, with carved beams and jade pillars and wind chimes.

However, after the figure sat down, half of the upper part of the attic disappeared, and it turned into an open-air tower. The precious fur suddenly burned and became a candle reflecting thousands of miles of fire.

In the wind and snow, on the open-air tower, the flames reflected numerous incredible lights and shadows, like standing up and stretching mountains, and also like establishing a country alone. More pressure radiated out. Within a hundred miles, ninety percent of the cultivators of the Nine Hantian Sect kneeled down on the spot. No matter how angry or struggled, they could not get up.

Chen Xinghe smiled, raised his hand to capture Hantian Sect’s fine wine, poured himself into his own drink, and said, “This kind of wind and snow scene has a unique charm!”

"Chen Xinghe, you have some connection with Hantian Sect. Don't you think you are too much of this?" A voice came, and the old man in green was already standing on the tower, frowned and looked at his left and right.

"It is precisely because of some origin that I did not hurt anyone. However, Hantian Sect and other sects colluded with each other and came to me several times to cause trouble. Today I won't give this emperor an explanation. I can work harder and find a good place for all the sects to have a good place."

The visitor was angry: "Where do you think this is? How can you allow outsiders to go wild?"

"Why? Are you not convinced? I know what sequences you sects have, and there are some old guys burying. In some previous eras, they might have covered one side or one of the world! But the times are changing, the great way is changing, and all living beings evolve with the great way, and all their thoughts are beyond the past! Nowadays, many underlying magic has been innovated. You may not feel anything when standing on a high place, but you might as well take a careful look. The things produced by cultivators today are indeed more intelligent than before. It is like a pill refined under the slaughter. Eating one can produce magical powers and can be infinitely superimposed."

Chen Xinghe smiled slightly when he said this: "This Emperor is the most generous to Hantian Sect for this trip. You only need to send you tens of thousands of medicinal materials. Although these medicinal materials are a little expensive, the Hantian Sect family is very important, and the elders will have a few bites of porridge on weekdays!"
Chapter completed!