Dazhou was located in the southeastern part of the Great Song Dynasty. Its territory consisted mostly of plains and rivers. It was rich in natural resources and had many spiritual mountains and rivers. Mount Yunheng was one of these spiritual mountains.
Mount Yunheng was four to five hundred feet tall and covered an area of over a thousand kilometers. Its spiritual veins spanned three to four hundred kilometers and its spiritual Qi was abundant.
The entire mountain was occupied by the Huang Clan. Everyone, from the Grand Elders to the ordinary clansmen, lived on the mountain.
The Huang Clan was one of the top five clans in Dazhou. Although the Huang Clan didn't have any Yuanying cultivators, they had frequently formed marriage alliances with other clans over the past several hundred years. In addition, several of their clansmen were disciples of the Taiqing Palace, the number one Righteous Dao sect, so no one dared to cause trouble for the Huang Clan.
Huang Ming was one of the three Grand Elders of the Huang Clan. He was already 480 years old and had been stuck at the late Core Formation stage, unable to advance any further.
Disheartened, he decided to focus on nurturing the younger generation, hoping to nurture a few good seedlings so that the clan could continue to prosper.
On this day, he was giving a lecture to a group of juniors in the Martial Arts Hall. Suddenly, a middle-aged man with a fair complexion quickly walked in with a flustered expression.
The middle-aged man's lips moved a few times. He was clearly transmitting a message to Huang Ming.
Huang Ming's expression slowly turned serious. He turned to the group of juniors and said, "This Old Man has a very important guest to meet. I will continue the lecture another day."
With that said, Huang Ming and the middle-aged man quickly walked out.
Seeing this, many of the Huang Clan disciples looked at each other in dismay. They were curious as to what kind of guest had come to make their Second Granduncle so cautious.
Not long after, Huang Ming followed the middle-aged man into a spacious hall.
A handsome man in white was chatting with a round-faced man in a yellow robe. The two of them were talking and laughing, and they got along very well.
The round-faced man stood up and introduced him with a smile, "Second Brother, you've come. This is Senior Wang from the Taiqing Palace. He passed by Dazhou and specially came to pay a visit to our Huang Clan."
"Junior Huang Ming greets Senior Wang." Huang Ming bowed respectfully with an extremely respectful expression.
"Fellow Daoist Huang, there's no need to be so polite. I've come today because I need your help with a small matter." The white-robed man in white was Wang Changsheng.
"A small favor? May I know what Senior needs from our Huang Family? Our Huang Clan will do our best to help Senior Wang. "Huang Ming was slightly taken aback. He rolled his eyes and said in a fawning manner.
"Actually, it's not a big deal. I'd like to borrow your heads." After that, Wang Changsheng's face sank. He flicked his sleeve, and a blood-red light flashed out. It pierced through Huang Ming's body like lightning. Huang Ming's body quickly shriveled, and turned into a mummy.
The crimson light circled around before hurtling directly toward the round-faced man.
The round-faced man's expression changed drastically. He didn't have time to think. He hurriedly opened his mouth and spat out a small yellow shield, which expanded in front of him.
Then, he patted the yellow jade pendant on his chest, and a thick yellow light curtain appeared around him, protecting him inside.
"Peng! Peng!" The yellow shield was split into two, and the yellow light curtain could not hold on for even a moment before shattering.
With a blood-curdling scream, the crimson light quickly pierced through the round-faced man's body. The round-faced man's body quickly shriveled, as if his blood essence had been sucked dry.
At this time, the middle-aged man also reacted. He took out a yellow talisman from his storage bag and was about to crush it. But at this time, a red light flew out from Wang Changsheng's waist and quickly pierced through the middle-aged man's chest.
The middle-aged man fell straight to the ground. His eyes were wide open, and he clutched his chest with both hands. There was a bloody hole where his heart was.
Ye Mingyue landed on the ground, holding a bloody heart in her hand.
She licked her red lips, opened her mouth, and spat out a red light, which sucked the heart into her mouth.
At the same time, the blood-curdling scream alerted the two guards outside. They ran in, wanting to see what had happened.
When they saw that their Ancestor had died tragically in the hall, their expressions changed drastically, and they ran away.
Ye Mingyue's mouth curled into a sneer. Her two slender hands reached forward and quickly stretched out, grabbing the necks of the two guards. The bodies of the two guards quickly shriveled, turning into dried corpses.
Wang Changsheng waved his hand and ordered, "Okay, don't play around. Let's end this quickly. It won't be good if a high-level cultivator passes by. Remember, don't leave a single one alive. If you kill one of my Wang family members, I will kill thousands of them." A cold light flashed in his eyes.
After saying that, he patted the spirit beast bag and corpse bag on his waist. Two Bloodthirsty Spirit Bats and three Sky Corpses immediately flew out of their respective leather bags.
"Go! Enjoy your meal. Hurry up. " Wang Changsheng ordered indifferently. He waved one hand, and the crimson light circled and flew back to his hand. It was the Demon Dragon Sword.
The two Bloodthirsty Spirit Bats excitedly flapped their wings and flew out.
The three Sky Corpses jumped out, and with fierce eyes, they pounced on the Huang family members who came to check the situation.
Soon, a burst of screams came from outside the hall, mixed with the faint sound of an alarm.
Wang Changsheng ignored the screams outside and looked at the Demon Dragon Sword in his hand with a fiery gaze.
The Demon Dragon Sword's power was far beyond Wang Changsheng's expectations. It broke through two defensive magic treasures in a row, but it consumed a lot of magic power.
After absorbing the blood and soul essence of the two Core Formation cultivators, the crimson light on the surface of the Demon Dragon Sword deepened, and the smell of blood became stronger.
Wang Changsheng held the Demon Dragon Sword, and a murderous intent appeared in his mind.
He shook his head and put away the Demon Dragon Sword.
When Wang Changsheng walked out of the hall, he found that half of Hengyun Mountain was covered by dark clouds. Evil spirits crawled out from the dark clouds one after another and pounced on the Huang Family members at lightning speed.
One by one, the Huang family members fell into a pool of blood. Heng Yun Mountain was ablaze, and the screams of women and children were endless.
In this regard, Wang Changsheng ignored it. When his Wang family was exterminated, it was probably the same scene.
At that time, there were thirty-six Taiqing Palace law enforcement disciples who participated in the extermination of the Wang family. Most of them died in meditation, and one of them succeeded in forming a Gold Core, but his whereabouts were unknown. Most of these people were rogue cultivators, and some of them were from cultivation clans. The Huang family was the most powerful of these clans.
"Evildoer, you dare to commit murder here? You're courting death." A dignified male voice suddenly came from the horizon.
A large red hand suddenly appeared above Ye Mingyue and quickly slapped down.
With a pu sound, Ye Mingyue's expression greatly changed, and his body suddenly exploded, turning into a dozen streaks of red light that fled in all directions. Two of the streaks of red light were caught by the large red hand, while the others flew back to Wang Changsheng's side. The red light flashed, and Ye Mingyue appeared. His complexion was pale, and his aura was weak.
Ye Mingyue waved his hand, and all the evil spirits quickly flew back into the dark clouds. The dark clouds turned into a pitch-black flag and quickly flew back into Ye Mingyue's sleeve.
Wang Changsheng narrowed his eyes and looked into the sky.
A short and stout old man wearing a red robe was standing on a thirty-meter-long scarlet flood dragon. He was standing several thousand meters above the ground. Behind the short and stout old man stood a man and a woman. They were both Core Formation cultivators.
The short and stout old man's aura was much stronger than Wang Changsheng's. He was a Yuanying cultivator. He looked at the mess of the Huang family manor and frowned.
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