Invincible Starts From God-level Plunder

In the Chunyang Sect, there were killing sounds everywhere.

Judging from the strength of both sides, it was destined to be a cruel crush.

The entire Chunyang Peak was shrouded in a thin layer of blood mist, and even hundreds of miles away, one could smell the bloody smell in the air.

In a few hours, the sect has reached its limit.

Blood, despair, fear, and cold death filled the entire Pure Yang Sect.

"Young master... the young master hasn't arrived yet, is the Chunyang sect about to end!"

"Lu Zu gave up on us unworthy juniors..."

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

"The Pure Yang Sect, which has been passed down for thousands of years, is about to die today!"

The whole sect was filled with mourning.

Tens of thousands of Wu Zong's elite were killed at least seven times, and the rest were all wounded.

Under this kind of destructive war, death is not difficult, and the survivors are the most desperate.

Seeing relatives and friends around me fall down one by one, there is no one to rely on.

The ferocity of the invaders, the cruelty of the war, the strong smell of blood lingering around, the coldness of being extremely close to death under the serious injury and dying.

All of this makes people feel desperate.

Beside the Chunyang Sword Palace, the four major martial kings of the Chunyang Sect have also reached their limit.

The earth spirit general in the center held a dim-colored mixed iron rod, and when the beam of light erupting from the Pure Yang Sword Palace was dim, he raised his rod and smashed it on the pure Yang Lie Yan mirror hanging above it. .

Boom!

The seventh-rank spirit treasure was immediately blown to pieces.

For a moment, the raging fire rolled, and the scorching wind swept away towards the surroundings.

Master Chunyang and the three patriarchs seemed to have been drained of all their strength, their legs went limp, and they collapsed on the ground.

Taking advantage of the situation, they exploded with strength beyond their own limits. For the four of them, their bodies were already overloaded.

The moment the formation broke, the four of them were already exhausted.

The earth spirit general in the middle fell from the sky, and the mixed iron rod slammed on the arm of Master Chunyang.

Pooh!

The mixed iron rod, which was strong enough to shatter the mirror of Chunyang Lieyan, directly smashed the arm of the real Chunyang into a bloody mess. With a shock of spiritual power, the strong wind swept like a knife, and the flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The severe pain caused Chunyang Zhenren to twitch all over, and sweated profusely. He gritted his teeth and didn't let out a scream.

"Today is really a special day. The Chunyang Sect, which has been passed down for thousands of years, is about to die today. As the person who created history, I will definitely be famous in history and will be famous through the ages, hahaha."

The earth spirit general in the middle smiled lightly.

"Hey, a group of invaders, you will be infamous forever!"

Master Chunyang gritted his teeth and shouted angrily.

Even though the general situation was gone and he was seriously injured after exhausting his strength, his eyes were still extremely firm.

"Old man, you are still talking hard when you are about to die, open your eyes and see, the Pure Yang Sect is over."

"Isn't it good to lie down like a dog? I have to stand up like a man. For the so-called dignity and freedom, mountains and rivers are broken, and the disciples are killed and injured. Even their lives are gone. What's the use of dignity?"

The Southern Scarlet Fire Spirit threw the dead ancestor Jianwu, who was seriously injured and dying, to the side of Master Chunyang. Arms crossed and encircled, a look of disdain.

The situation of the ancestors of Zhenyuan and Lieyang is no better than that of the ancestor of Jianwu, and they were dragged here like dead dogs.

Of the four great martial kings of the Chunyang Sect, only Daoist Chunyang still retains a trace of consciousness.

His eyes swept across the mountains and rivers inherited from the Chunyangzong era, blood and tears intertwined and flowed out of his muddy and tired eyes.

"I've had enough of my life of bowing and kneeling. When I'm dying, if I can walk on the road of resistance in an upright manner, and fight to the last moment and die at the end of my strength, it will be a good end."

"The Chunyang sect, although the mountains and rivers are broken, and the disciples are dead, as long as there is a young master, the Chunyang sect will not perish. And you group of conscienceless, devoid of human nature animals, will be stained by your own hands Full of blood and evil, pay a heavy price!"

"Still breathing, fighting endlessly, guarding the sect and killing thieves, strong and pure Yang!"

Master Chunyang was categorical in every word.

In his eyes is the unyielding fighting spirit.

This is the family heritage of the Chunyang Sect that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Since the rise of Lu Zu and the founding of the sect, the Chunyang sect has been proud from the head to the disciples. Sending others under the fence and bowing their knees is just an expedient measure to preserve the sect.

How can someone who can bend and stretch not be a real hero?

"Old stuff, the older you get, the more confused you become. Since you are so stubborn, then use the heads of the four old thieves as a stepping stone for us to achieve supremacy."

Western Xuan Jin Ling said with a disgusted expression on his face.

He and the earth spirit general beside him in the middle looked at each other, and the two exchanged glances, and nodded in unison.

In an instant, the murderous aura was rampant.

The golden giant sword Wuhun hangs upside down in the air, and its fierce aura is like a blade. Before he could actually do anything, he left scars on the bodies of the four major martial kings of the Chunyang Sect.

"Remember, the person who will end the Pure Yang Sect is the Spirit Hall of Five Directions, the Western Golden Spirit General!"

"The fourth supernatural power, the return of ten thousand swords!"

Rumble!

Sword energy and spiritual power are intertwined, condensing into phantoms of golden swords one after another.

All of a sudden, the shadows of the swords were chaotic, and everything that could be seen was in the shape of swords.

"die!"

Xixi Xuanjin Ling looked ferociously, and swung his big hand down.

Thousands of Sword Shadows, accompanied by the main body of the Golden Sword Martial Soul, fell towards the Four Great Martial Kings together.

The four of them were powerless to resist.

But at this moment, a cold wind blew up, ghosts were chaotic, and a shocking sword intent emerged out of thin air. Comparing the sword power of Western Dazzling Golden Spirit General, it is like the stars are compared to the bright moon, and the fireflies are compared to the fierce sun.

"The third supernatural power, Ghost God Sword Domain!"

Accompanied by a soft shout, more than a dozen Ghost Emperor Hantian Swords, several feet in size, descended from the sky and turned into a sword shield, protecting the four great Martial Kings of the Chunyang Sect.

Under the Ghost and God Sword Domain, it is as if Shura Hell descends, with gusty winds and evil spirits rampant.

Boom boom boom!

The prestige of Wan Jian's return to the sect is completely blocked by the ghost and god sword domain.

At the same time, a petite figure descended from the sky and entered the Ghost God Sword Domain.

Behind her, Emperor Qing came with the Xingyun Sword.

A trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

"Oh, the majestic Qing Emperor, holding a magic weapon, can't even deal with a little girl. It's really ridiculous."

Linghuang sneered.

"Stop talking nonsense, destroy the Pure Yang Sect first!"

Emperor Qing said bluntly.

"Okay, let's join forces and break this sword array together!"

The earth spirit general in the middle of the road.

His words carry a lot of weight.

With one order, the four spirit generals, Linghuang and Qingdi simultaneously unfolded their martial souls, bursting out with tyrannical spiritual power.

The six great powerhouses each show their supernatural powers.

Under the strong attack, the ghost and god sword domain crashed into pieces.

The gloomy ghost and the cold sword were dispersed, and a pure white cold light appeared in front of everyone.

Under the cold light, Gu Qingming controlled the frozen heart and struggled to support it.

"Little girl, I gave up my life to save you today, and the old man is very grateful. However, the Chunyang Sect is doomed to perish today. How can you turn the tide by yourself? Escape from the siege and join the young master. One day, you will avenge us. Rebuild the Pure Yang Sect!"

"This old man will be a cow and a horse in the next life, in order to repay the great kindness!"

Master Chunyang said tiredly.

"The Pure Yang Sect cannot be destroyed, the reinforcements have arrived!"

Gu Qingming shouted softly.

Roar!

Suddenly, there was a roar of a ferocious beast in the distance, and the sky-shattering shouts of killing came from far and near.

Above the sky, five star-studded warships appeared in the eyes of everyone. In front of the five nebula warships, there were three unusual figures. Among the thousands of armies, it is also very conspicuous.

One is carrying colorful steel wings, and the other is stepping on chaotic green lotus.

There is also a man in a white robe with a demonic aura, following behind the two of them.

The entire Pure Yang Sect was in a state of boiling.

"Young master... the young master is here!"

"Heaven will not perish for my Chunyang Sect. The young master descends, just like the rebirth of Lu Zu. The Chunyang Sect survives a catastrophe, and there must be future blessings!"

"Brothers, it's time to fight back. Slash the Qing Emperor Linghuang with a knife and suppress the five spirit generals!"

"kill!"

The shouts shook the sky, and the momentum was like a rainbow. Tens of thousands of elite troops descended to join forces with the Chunyang Sect.

At this moment, everyone is boiling.

Under the protection of the Frozen Heart, Gu Qingming's blood surged up, and he looked at the real Chunyang who had already burst into tears beside him, and shouted:

"Pure Yang is immortal, forever green!"

"My lords, listen to the dragon chant!"