The Strongest Sect Master In Cultivation World

His heart was as sweet as honey.    

He pointed his finger at Jiang Ling, who had fallen to the ground. His eyes swept across the God Sect, and the devil aura on his body trembled, "Did you see that?! This is the consequence of going against me, Ying Wuqiu."    

"You...! You... And you... All disciples of the God Sect must die!"    

The second generation disciples who had been immobilized by Ying Wuqiu looked sorrowful!    

The third generation disciples who had just entered the sect were in a state of panic and panic.    

In the entire God Sect, only the fifty disciples who had just withdrawn from the God Sect could remain calm. They were glad that they had made the wise choice.    

"Fortunately, I withdrew early. Otherwise, I would have been buried with the God Sect!"    

"Tsk tsk... When I first saw that star, I thought that Ying Wuqiu would die for sure. Who would have thought that it was just a bluff?"    

"I pity those idiots who didn't leave. They deserve to be buried with the God Sect!"    

Many of them were gloating over ___'s misfortune. They pointed at those who didn't quit.    

For a moment, some of the third-generation disciples who didn't quit the God Sect began to waver. They turned around and joined Ying Wuqiu.    

"Devil... Lord Devil Sovereign, I'm willing to leave the God Sect and join the Blood Lotus Cult. I hope Lord Devil Sovereign will spare my life!"    

"Demon... Lord Demon Lord, I am also willing to join the Blood Lotus Cult. I will follow Lord Demon Lord's lead!"    

"Me too!"    

"Add me!"    

"Me too!"    

...    

"Bah! They are all soft bones! You have betrayed your sect, and all of you have become disciples of the God Sect in vain!"    

Lau Churan, who was the first to join the God Sect and was accepted by Mooh Chen as her disciple, pointed at those third-generation disciples who had rebelled and scolded them with righteous indignation.    

The disciples who were scolded kept silent, but their bodies quietly moved away from Lau Churan and stood behind Ying Wuqiu.    

A moment later, there were only twenty disciples left among the hundred third-generation disciples!    

Lau Churan was not one of them!    

"Bastard!"    

"Master, Martial Uncle. I... can't stop them! "    

Lau Churan was so angry that she cried. Her beautiful face was like a flower blooming.    

Mooh Chen, who was imprisoned by Ying Wuqiu, felt his heart ache. However, when he looked at those third-generation disciples who rebelled, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't say a word.    

Beside him, Duan Zexiong, Jiang Hu, Zhan Muxue and Situ Qing all had cold expressions on their faces. Their eyes were filled with frost.    

"I declare with God Sect Master's identity that all third-generation disciples who rebelled will be expelled from the sect."    

"Furthermore!" Duan Zexiong's eyebrows twitched, and his cold eyes swept across the third-generation disciples who had rebelled. Bite! He gritted his teeth and said. As long as you are a disciple who has enjoyed the resources of the God Sect, you can count them one by one. Spit them all out for me! "    

"Ying Wuqiu sneered and looked at Duan Zexiong with disdain. He said sarcastically, "The God Sect can't even protect themselves anymore. Spit your mother out!"    

"Ants, just stay there and watch. After I kill Jiang Ling, it will be your turn next!"    

Behind him, the devil clouds rolled. Ying Wuqiu laughed wildly and threw himself at Jiang Ling.    

"Blood Soldier Murdering the Heavens!"    

Rumble!    

The sky split apart, a blood waterfall pouring out from the spatial crack!    

The blood waterfall flew downwards, and then it transformed into a myriad of weapons in midair!    

There were blades, halberds, swords, spears...    

All of them flashed with a cold light as they charged at Jiang Ling!    

"Master!"    

"Advisor!"    

"Supreme Elder!"    

In the sky above the God Sect, there was a continuous stream of sorrowful cries!    

"Puff!"    

"Ci! '"    

The sound of thousands of weapons stabbing into flesh reverberated!    

A single word appeared in everyone's mind at the same time - "It's over!"    

Some people closed their eyes, not even daring to look at the bloody scene. However, after struggling for a moment, they heard an exasperated scream!    

"Ah ~ It hurts to death!"    

"Damn Ying Wuqiu! If you want to kill the Ancestor, you have to get past me, Jiang Hualong!"    

Jiang Hualong suddenly opened his eyes. When he saw Jiang Hualong descending from the sky and standing in front of Jiang Ling, and the flood dragon's body was covered with weapons, an exclamation of surprise suddenly erupted from the sky above the God Sect.    

"Brother Hualong... you finally came at the right time!"    

"If it wasn't for you, Master would have..."    

Mooh Chen and Duan Zexiong heaved a sigh of relief. Then, they raised their heads again.    

Jiang Huai and Jiang Hu shouted excitedly. If it wasn't for the fact that their bodies were imprisoned, they could have jumped three feet high.    

Zhan Muxue and Situ Qing, however, had tears at the corners of their eyes. They were so nervous that they wanted to break their tears and laugh. However, when they saw Jiang Hualong's entire body was covered with weapons, their bright and clear faces were filled with worry once again.    

"Senior Brother Hualong's condition is not very good..."    

Zhan Muxue and Situ Qing muttered softly....    

It was not only not good, it was simply too bad!    

"If I hadn't used the Saint Origin and entered the Saint Realm in a short period of time, Ying Wuqiu would have stabbed me to death with one finger!"    

Jiang Hualong was in so much pain that his mouth was wide open. His entire body was covered with weapons, and he wanted to pull them out, but he didn't dare. "I can only maintain the state of the Saint Realm for ten breaths of time. I must take this opportunity to take the Ancestor away."    

As for the others, Jiang Hualong wanted to but couldn't. He could only wait for Jiang Ling to recover before thinking of a way.    

"Extreme Cold Dragon Breath!"    

Jiang Hualong's eyes darkened. He opened his mouth and a cold beam pierced through the space. In a flash, it shot towards Ying Wuqiu.    

Ying Wuqiu's beard and beard were wide open. He was furious. He saw that he was about to kill Jiang Ling, but he was stopped by a long worm halfway through. He breathed in a mouthful of devil Qi and rushed towards Jiang Hualong against the ray of light.    

"Damn bug! I am going to skin you and pull out your tendons!"    

"Desolate Splitting Devil Axe, open!"    

Ying Wuqiu raised his arm and pointed in Jiang Hualong's direction.    

The sky split open once again, and a blood axe that was hundreds of thousands of meters long drilled out from it. With a loud bang, it slashed towards Jiang Hualong!    

Jiang Hualong felt the power of the blood axe, and his eyelids twitched violently. Without saying anything, he swept Jiang Ling with his dragon tail, and escaped from the Heavenly God Peak without a care for his own life!    

Ying Wuqiu's eyes turned gloomy. He waved his hand to extinguish the dragon breath and shouted, "You want to leave? No way!"    

He grabbed the blood axe and swung it at Jiang Hualong's body!    

"Ah!"    

The deep blue flood dragon blood splashed out like a fountain!    

Jiang Hualong fell down from the sky after being hit by the axe!    

Layers and layers of dust were stirred up!    

"It hurts... It hurts so much..."    

Jiang Hualong's Flood Dragon body was broken into two pieces, and he kept rolling on the ground.    

However, at this moment, Ying Wuqiu rushed over and grabbed his neck, lifting him up!    

"Run! If you have the ability, then keep running!"    

"You ruined my plan, I'll kill you first!"    

He suddenly exerted force on his palm, and a fierce spirit energy rushed into Jiang Hualong's body from his palm.    

Jiang Hualong's eyes widened, and he started to struggle crazily.    

It seemed like he would die in the next breath!    

"Kekekeke..." Ying Wuqiu laughed ferociously. He grabbed Jiang Hualong's palm and was about to continue exerting force.    

But at this moment, a blood line suddenly appeared on his wrist!    

After that, he saw the blood spring surge. Ying Wuqiu's hand that was holding Jiang Hualong broke off at the same time!    

Immediately after, a faint voice came from behind him...    

"Please be gentle to my mount."