The Changsheng Sect is the first demon sect in the Great Wei Dynasty. It is located in the depths of a large lake. There is a barrier at the bottom of the lake, which can lead to a small world.

The Black-hearted Holy Lord led Yang Dai to kill directly in.

After passing through the bottom of the lake, they came to a vast world, which was larger than the previous sects. The clouds and mists were magnificent, covering most of the mountains, which had a hazy beauty that didn't recognize the true face of Mount Lu.

Yang Dai stood on the back of the Black-Hearted Holy Lord and had already felt many powerful auras.

It is worthy of being the number one sect in the Wei Dynasty, and its foundation is strength.

Yang Dai showed expectation on his face.

He shook the Tianyin Red Apricot Flag, summoned a famous Yin group, swept away overwhelmingly, and surrounded the Eternal Life Sect first to prevent anyone from escaping.

"Hmph, who is the sacred place you are? You dare to sweep the Great Wei. The immortal cultivation worlds of all dynasties are indifferent. You must be the holy land from the wilderness!"

A cold voice came, and an old man in black robe stepped on a huge flying knife and dragged a small black tower in his hand.

Yang Daiyao looked at him and said calmly: "I come from the Temple of Ghosts and Gods."

The old man in black robe changed drastically and he stopped suddenly.

Fighting sounded from all directions, and the roar of magical striking each other, and the Yin people and the disciples of the Changsheng Sect had already started fighting.

Yang Dai left the Black Heart Saint Lord and let the Black Heart Saint Lord go to fight.

He summoned Wan Tianhao, the Qingyi Immortal, to guard by his side.

"Is there any hidden master in this world?" Yang Dai asked in a low voice.

He always had an inexplicable fear of the Great Wei, and he felt that things should not be so smooth.

Wan Tianhao replied: "No, the strongest one is the old man in front of him, the ninth level of the Lingzhao Realm."

Yang Dai narrowed his eyes.

Too simple!

If the Changsheng Sect is destroyed, the Great Wei Immortal Cultivation World will be completed. Other small sects will inevitably escape after hearing the news. He can also complete the task assigned to him by Cheng Qingtian, and the Tianyin Chixing Banner will completely belong to him.

He is too strong now!

Yang Dai began to absorb his soul everywhere.

One hour later, all the immortal cultivators in the Changsheng Sect became his Yin people.

Thirty-six Spiritual Radiance Realm, 3700 Heart Spinning Realm, and 50,000 Qi Gathering Realm. This foundation is very strong, and it is worthy of being the first sect in the Great Wei Immortal Cultivation Realm. Of course, this foundation is not enough in the Great Xia Dynasty, and is far inferior to the five major sects. Perhaps the overall number is comparable, but there are still too few immortal cultivators at high levels.

Yang Dai looted the Changsheng Sect and left this small world.

He flew out of the lake with the Black-hearted Holy Lord, and stood by him, Wan Tianhao, the leisurely immortal, Bao Jie was also here, and was counting the harvest this time.

The Great Wei Immortal Cultivation World made Yang Dai rich, and there were countless spiritual stones, magical medicines, heavenly and earth treasures, etc., and Bao Jie was already dazzled.

The Black-Hearted Holy Lord suddenly stopped, and Wan Tianhao suddenly took out his long tiger bone sword.

"There are enemies, very strong!"

Wan Tianhao said in a deep voice, and Yang Dai felt a little sad.

Oops!

Sure enough, the trip to the Great Wei Dynasty was not that simple!

"I have been circulating in the immortal world for hundreds of years, and I have never seen such a ghost cultivator as you. The speed of transformation of ghost slaves and the number of ghost slaves is incredible. Boy, who do you come from? "

An old voice resounded through the world, and terrible murderous intent came from all directions, locking onto Yang Dai.

Without saying a word, Yang Dai waved the Tianyin Red Apricot Flag, and a famous Yin crowd appeared around him.

One empty realm, five great monsters, fifty-six great monsters, and one hundred and twelve spiritual realms!

The other party can make the three Yin people so nervous, so he must be very strong. He doesn't want to make a mistake and goes all out.

call out--

Wan Tianhao suddenly shot arrows in one direction, and the arrow shot all the way through the mountains and rushed to a mountain top. On the top was an old man with a shabby robe, like an old beggar, with gray hair, messy hair, but his eyes were like tigers, sharp and emitting cold light.

The monks of the Changsheng Sect were still confused and didn't know what was going on, but they soon received Yang Dai's telepathic notification and took out magic weapons to prepare for battle.

"The Supreme Elder..."

The leader of the Changsheng Sect frowned at the dirty old man in the distance and muttered to himself.

Yang Dai asked, "What is his realm?"

The leader of the Changsheng Sect replied: "A hundred years ago, it was empty and unrealized. I don't know what realm it is now..."

Yang Dai started to call the generals and sent five demon kings to kill them.

The dirty and messy old man not only stopped running, but also flew towards Yang Dai.

Qingxian Daxian slashed away with one sword, and the sword energy spread across several miles, running through the sky, but was defeated by the dirty and messy old man waved his hand.

“So strong!”

The Qingyi Daxian was secretly shocked.

The five demon kings rushed over and were entangled with the dirty and messy old man. No matter how they cast their spells, the dirty and messy old man could easily resist it, and even pressed them to approach Yang Dai.

The ghost monk suddenly said, "He should still be empty and empty, not the soul refining realm."

He is a disciple of the Ghost and Gods Hall, so he naturally has seen a great cultivator in the Soul Refining Realm.

When Yang Dai heard this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Since it was not the Soul Refining Realm, he could deal with it.

He stomped his feet slightly, and the black mist spread under his feet, covering the sky and submerged the Black-Hearted Holy Lord. Monsters and ghosts emerged, countless people rushed towards the battlefield ahead.

Yang Dai and others landed on the back of the spiritual dragon in the ground. The Black-hearted Holy Lord transformed into a shape and surrounded the dirty old man with 15,000 monsters, forming a large circle of nearly ten miles in diameter in the air.

"Array!"

The Black-Hearted Holy Lord shouted, his voice rolling like muffled thunder. During this period, all the Yin people of the Demon Clan had joined the trampling formation of Ten Thousand Beasts.

The dirty old man was finally moved. He obviously didn't expect that the ghost slaves would still line up, and these ghost slaves were all demon clans.

The formation of the demon clan is already strange, the demon clan of the ghost slave...

The dirty old man shouted loudly, his worn-out robe roar roars blew, and his aura burst out, shocking the five demon kings, and black flying knives scattered around him in a fan shape.

call out--

The sound of breaking through the air came, it was Wan Tianhao's arrow!

The dirty old man narrowed his eyes and pushed his palms out. Dozens of black flying knives smashed the arrow shadow at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to track.

At this time, the demonic aura of 15,000 monsters and evil spirits had gathered into a dark curtain connecting the sky and the earth. The demonic aura rolled, completely surrounding the dirty old man.

The Black-Hearted Holy Lord breathed a sigh of relief and showed a cruel smile on his face.

The formation has been completed, the old man should die!

He enjoyed being a member of the Yin people more and more. This was an experience he had never had before. He still held power, but his subordinates had extremely high execution ability and he could fully trust them.

In the past, when he was the Demon King, he was always worried about being stabbed by his back, so Qingxian Daxian stabbed him with his back.

The formations cast by 15,000 Xinzhi Realm are so powerful. There are not so many Xinzhi Realm masters in total, and at most only half of them are the number. The dirty and messy old man is equivalent to fighting the enhanced version of the Wei.

The ghost monk sighed: "What a wonderful formation, I'm afraid that even the soul refining realm, you have to scrape a layer of skin to escape."
Chapter completed!