Chapter 245

All the way up, ye Zichuan met his disciples, who were killed by him.

He didn't keep any hands, like a merciless Shura, and like a murderer returning from hell, leaving a corpse.

Sanqing hall.

Ye Zichuan came to the middle of the mountain, where stands a grand hall, worshiping the Taoist image of Sanqing.

Incense flourished, surrounded by sandalwood, and the statue was dignified, with a kind of great terror, which was daunting.

At this time, dozens of disciples gathered in front of the Sanqing hall, all of them were in a tight situation.

"Who are you?" A middle-aged Taoist with a long beard looked at him with a gloomy and dignified face: "what's the grudge between Qingcheng Mountain and you? Do you want to kill people so recklessly?"

Ye Zichuan looked at him: "are you the principal here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just a few days ago, you sent people down the mountain, sealed up my drugstore, and wanted to swallow my herbs. What do you think I have to do with you?" Ye Zichuan said lightly.

The middle-aged Taoist priest's face suddenly changed, as if he remembered something.

"Are you... Are you the owner of that drugstore?" His face was uncertain: "your name is Ye Zichuan?"

"It's me."

He finally remembered that someone had reported that he had found super quality medicinal materials in that drugstore, which could produce top grade pills. As one of the principal people in Shanmen, he naturally knew about it.

Moreover, he is one of the few people who can alchemy in Qingcheng Mountain.

He naturally heard a little about ye Zichuan, but he didn't care much because he was a mortal.

If ye Zichuan had not been able to cultivate special herbs, he would not even remember the name.

"This is Qingcheng Mountain. You can't help it!" The middle-aged Taoist priest's face was fierce, and he made a decision: "all disciples, build sword formation, kill him!"

"Yes

All the disciples gave a big drink, and then began to form a battle.

"In front of me, do you think I don't exist?"

As soon as ye Zichuan raised his hand, all the disciples flew out of control, suspended in the air.

"You... You..."

The middle-aged Taoist pointed at Ye Zichuan, his eyes were full of horror, and he could not speak.

What kind of ability is this?

Is mutant man so powerful?

Between understatement and direct control of dozens of people, how can there be such a strong ability?

"What do you want?"

"Let your leader come out to see me." Ye Zichuan said, "I need an explanation for what Qingcheng Mountain has done."

The middle-aged Taoist priest's face was very ugly.

Over the years, when have they ever been threatened like this?

What they want, the big families are eager to send them.

Their words are like an edict. Who dares not obey them?

But now, someone has hit Qingcheng Mountain to ask them for an explanation, and even let the headmaster come out to see him.

It was like a loud slap in the face of Qingcheng Mountain.

"If you want to see the leader, I'm afraid you'll have no chance to speak when you meet him!"

Even now, the mouth of Taoist is still very hard.

This is what Qingcheng Mountain gives him. No matter how strong Ye Zichuan is, he believes that he will not be able to turn up any waves in the end.

The more powerful people are, the more awed they will be here.

Suddenly, as if ye Zichuan had found something, he looked up to the top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain rises into the sky, surrounded by white clouds and mist, like a fairyland in a trance.

At this time, there came a powerful energy wave. Ye Zichuan saw several figures jump down and walk in the air. Between several breaths, he came to the hillside.

There is a gust of wind, which is a surge of powerful energy, raising the dust on the ground.

Several figures fell in front of the hall, each of which gave people a kind of mountain like pressure. Their bodies seemed to contain a shrinking sun, blazing, strong and emitting a burning breath.

"How many years, no one dares to be so arrogant in Qingcheng Mountain!"

A steady voice sounded like a drum. A sound came into the ears, making people's heads buzzing.

Ye Zichuan looked at these people, his eyes flashed a strange color.

Nine?

Four people, are all nine grade realm.

They are at least over 80 years old, but they are not old, energetic, full of temples, with a sense of oppression.

Suddenly, one of them seemed to notice something, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

"What's this?"

He stares at the old Taoist lying behind Ye Zichuan. At this moment, he completely loses his manners.

"Martial uncle Qingsong?" His face changed and he recognized the old Taoist.

"What, martial uncle Qingsong?"

"How is that possible?"

"Uncle, isn't he wandering around all the time? What's the matter?"

"Boy, how did martial uncle die? How could you have his body? " An old man is staring at Ye Zichuan, his hair is dancing, like an old lion, angry and powerful.

"Say it

Another Taoist gave a loud drink, like the roar of a tiger. The magnificent Sanqing hall was shaking, and the trees around it were shaking and the leaves were falling.

"Do you mean him?" As soon as ye Zichuan raised his hand, the old Taoist priest's body flew in front of him: "I killed him."

His face was cool, as if he were telling something that was not unusual.

"What did you say?"

The four top nine have changed their colors.

"Boy, it's up to you?"

"I admit you have some means, but do you think you are invincible?"

"Martial uncle, he is a strong man in the divine realm. You are a common man, and you want to go against heaven?"

"Say it! How did martial uncle die? "

"Give us a satisfactory answer, we can consider leaving you a whole body!"

The four top nine took a step forward at the same time, and the hot energy surged out of their bodies like a volcano.

Here is completely submerged, only the kind of hot energy is surging, like living in boiling water, even the surrounding trees are beginning to wither, the water is slowly evaporated.

Four top nine players join hands, this is definitely a luxury level lineup.

The four of them have been practicing for more than 400 years. Over the past 400 years, I don't know how much energy they have accumulated in their bodies. I'm afraid they can match the power of missile explosion.

But even so, they are not enough to see ye Zichuan.

Compared with those who are strong in the divine realm, they are really nothing.

Jiupin and Shenjing really seem to be separated from each other, not at the same level.

"Your leader, still won't come out?"

Ye Zichuan raises his hand and then presses down.

Boom!

the earth trembled and the mountains swayed!

The whole mountain is shaking. Countless rocks are rolling down the mountain. There are even thousands of stones, rolling down the mountain. I don't know how many trees have been destroyed along the way.

They feel like the sky is falling down on them, making it hard for them to breathe.

Four nine strong suddenly changed color, legs began to bend, unable to withstand this powerful force, almost kneel down.

"How... How?"