Clang!
The Vermilion Bird King chirped in the sky, and scorching flames fell like cannonballs.
The itinerant cultivators in the distance were all dumbfounded, because they could clearly see that any martial artist of the Ten Immortal Sects who came into contact with the power of the flames would turn into nothingness!
"How terrifying!"
"This is a one-sided massacre!"
"I'm afraid the Ten Immortal Sects are finished this time!"
With so many elites dying in the Aeon Immortal Mountain, the foundation of the sect would definitely be shaken. If it was serious, they would probably never be able to recover from this setback!
Boom!
Suddenly, there was an explosion.
The itinerant cultivators looked over and saw that the ground in the distance had caved in. An Immortal Sect Master was lying in the depths with an eye-catching sword mark on his chest. He had completely lost his life!
This was … the fourth person to die!
Everyone hurriedly looked up and saw Jun Changxiao standing proudly in the sky. His entire body was enveloped by a dark aura, as if he was a demon that had walked out of hell.
Lin Haoyan and the other four Patriarch's foreheads were covered in cold sweat. They looked calm on the surface, but they were actually panicking inside.
Killing a peak-stage Truth Seeking Realm cultivator was as easy as pie.
Who would be able to stand it?
If it were anyone else, they would have begged for mercy long ago.
However, they were the Patriarch of the Ten Immortal Sects that ruled the upper world. Even if the situation was very unfavorable to them, they would not lower themselves to beg Jun Changxiao for forgiveness.
Of course.
Even if they knelt down and kowtowed, it would be useless.
Jun Changxiao had already made up his mind to kill all the enemies who came to attack him. He would use his actions to tell the upper world that those who offended the Sect of All Times would be killed!
Speaking of which, the main mission was to raise the sect to the level of an Immortal Sect within a hundred years. Now that he had trampled on such a force, wouldn't it be equivalent to completing the mission in disguise?
Thinking of this, Jun Changxiao's killing intent became even stronger.
"A general's success is built on thousands of bones."
"Today, I will use the corpses of the Ten Immortal Sects to build the throne of the Sect of All Times!"
"Ten Thousand Swords in One!"
"Puchi!"
"All Things as Swords!"
"Puchi!"
With the support of the divine weapon and the first and second forms of the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, Jun Changxiao instantly reaped the lives of two Immortal Sect Patriarch, not giving them any chance to escape.
After breaking through to the peak of the Truth-seeking Realm, perhaps only powerhouses like Gongsun Ruoli could do anything to him in the Upper Realm.
"Two more dead!"
When the cultivators watching the battle from afar saw that only Lin Haoyan and the other two were standing in the sky, their expressions became more and more interesting.
He was at the peak of the Truth-seeking Realm, the top powerhouse in the Upper Realm.
But now, six of them had been killed by Jun Changxiao in such a short period of time. How terrifying was this?!
Someone would ask.
Aren't there ten Patriarch? How come there were only nine of them?
That was because Jun Changxiao had defeated the Patriarch of the Hidden Immortal Sect first.
At this moment, this guy was lying in the deep pit, pretending to be dead. Occasionally, he would take the opportunity to cover his face with the soil, secretly praying, "Don't find me, don't find me …"
"Puchi!"
The sword light flew over and pierced through his chest.
"Puchi!"
The force of the spurting blood sent the soil flying, revealing the hideous face of the Patriarch of the Hidden Immortal Sect. Before he died, he roared in his heart, "Who was the one who asked? You caused my tragic death!"
At this point.
Seven of the Ten Immortal Sect Masters were dead.
Powerhouses of this level were previously considered to be extremely powerful, but now they were lying in the forest as corpses. It was really a pity.
"Next."
Jun Changxiao raised the Ultimate Immortal Sword and pointed it at Lin Haoyan, saying in a cold voice, "It's your turn."
From the moment he appeared until now, he had been the most talkative.
This made Gou Sheng guess that the invasion of the Sect of All Times was planned by him.
That was right.
Lin Haoyan was indeed in charge of the dog extermination operation.
He did not kill them immediately because he wanted to let them witness the deaths of several Patriarch, so that they would realize how ridiculous it was to invade the Sect of All Times!
"Hehehe!"
Jun Changxiao laughed strangely. "Let me ask you, do you regret it?"
The System was speechless.
Suddenly laughing strangely at this juncture, it was easy for the reader to suspect that the host was the villain.
Actually, the Ten Immortal Sects and the Sect of All Times did not have a good or bad side, because one was defending authority, and the other was challenging authority. No matter who lived or died, they would not talk about righteousness.
"I regret it!"
"I regret it so much!"
Lin Haoyan clenched his fists, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. "If I knew that you would grow to this extent in such a short period of time, I would have killed you in the void when my sect ascended!"
"You are not regretting it," Jun Changxiao poured power into the sword and said coldly, "This is called not repenting even in death!"
"Whoosh — — —"
The sharp sword cut through the void and mercilessly slashed at Lin Haoyan.
Based on the previous Patriarch's death, he basically had no chance of dodging. Even if he used all kinds of treasures, they would all be crushed together.
However, when the sword energy tore through the Patriarch's body, it disappeared instantly like an afterimage.
Jun Changxiao frowned and said, "Did he use a divine ability to escape?"
"Bam!"
"Bam!"
At the same time, the remaining two Patriarch also used some kind of divine ability and disappeared into thin air, leaving only smoke that resembled the exhaust of a car.
"A monk can run away, but can the temple run away?"
Jun Changxiao put the sword into the space and said coldly, "After the battlefield is cleaned up, I will personally visit!"
"Pfft!"
After saying that, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
A breeze blew, and his green hair fell off, and his head became shiny again.
"Hahaha!"
The System said, "Overuse, relapse!"
"…"
Jun Changxiao took out the Magically Modified Hair Growth Agent, squeezed out a ball of it, and rubbed his head carelessly. He ordered, "Kill the rest, don't let a single one escape!"
"Yes!"
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! "
The disciples' killing intent rose, and they immediately rushed over to fight.
With the Vermilion Bird King restraining them from the sky, the Immortal Sect martial artists who had lost their general were destined to be wiped out.
…
"They're finally here!"
"Strange, why is the Sect of All Times still here?"
After an hour, more and more non-affiliated martial artists arrived at the scene. Many of them were puzzled when they saw that the 'Strongest Sect of All Times' plaque was still intact.
"You're too late." The one who came first gradually recovered from the shock and said, "The Sect of All Times has already wiped out all the people from the Ten Great Immortal Sects."
"I see …"
"What? The Ten Great Immortal Sects were wiped out by the Sect of All Times? "
…
This day was destined to be an extraordinary day.
This day was destined to be an eternal day.
However, the disciples of the Sect of All Times who had wiped out all the martial artists from the Ten Great Immortal Sects were now collecting the scattered space rings on the Immortal Mountain.
"Patriarch."
In the main hall of the sect, Li Qingyang walked over and said, "According to the statistics, we lost more than 600 new fighter jets, 10,000 Mowang soldiers, and one disciple was injured."
"Who was injured?"
"Jing Zhi."
Jun Changxiao shook his head and said, "It's too embarrassing for him to be the only one injured. After he recovers, follow Mao Xiaodao and clean the toilets for ten days."
"Yes."
Li Qingyang left and went to the medical hall.
Jing Zhi, who was full of energy, noticed that her Senior Brother was coming. She quickly lay on the bed and pretended to be weak. "Although I'm dead … I'm still … a disciple of the Sect of All Times …"
"Junior Brother Jing."
Li Qingyang said, "The Patriarch ordered you to follow Junior Brother Mao and clean the toilets for ten days after you've recovered."
"Huh?"
Jing Zhi immediately stood up and howled, "Why?!"
"Are you okay?"
"Uh … I can't …"
Jing Zhi clutched her chest and said in pain, "My head hurts … Maybe my soul was hurt after the mech exploded …"
Li Qingyang roared, "What does your chest have to do with your head hurting?"
"… It suddenly changed!"
"In my opinion, Junior Brother is deliberately lying about his injury. If we send him to the Discipline Hall, he will face the wall for at least a month."
Swoosh!
Jing Zhi jumped up from the bed and performed a set of military boxing. She said, "It suddenly doesn't hurt anymore!"
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