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Ye Zichuan went all the way up, and all the disciples he met were killed by him.

He didn't leave any hands, like a ruthless Shura, and like a murderer returning from hell, leaving behind a corpse.

Sanqing Temple.

Ye Zichuan came to the mountainside, where there stood a magnificent hall dedicated to the statue of Taoist Sanqing.

The incense is flourishing, sandalwood is lingering, and the statues are majestic, with a great terror, which makes people daunting.

At this time, dozens of disciples gathered in front of the Sanqing Palace, and all of them were as if they were facing an enemy, their whole bodies tight.

"Who are you?" A middle-aged Taoist priest with a long beard looked at him with a gloomy and solemn expression: "What kind of grudge do we have in Qingcheng Mountain with you, do you want to kill people like this unscrupulously?"

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

"What do you mean?"

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

The face of the middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly changed, as if he was thinking of something.

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

"it's me."

He finally remembered. Someone reported earlier that he had found super-quality medicinal materials in that pharmacy that could refine top-grade pill. As one of the principals of Shanmen, he naturally knew about this.

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

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

If it hadn't been for Ye Zichuan to cultivate special medicinal materials, he would not even remember the name.

"This is Qingcheng Mountain, so I can't help you be wild!" The middle-aged Taoist turned a fierce face and made a decision: "All disciples, form a sword formation, kill him!"

"Yes!"

All the disciples shouted loudly, and then began to fight.

"Hold up in front of me, do you think I don't exist?"

As soon as Ye Zichuan raised his hand, all the disciples flew up uncontrollably, floating in the air.

"you you……"

The middle-aged Taoist priest pointed at Ye Zichuan, horrified, and could no longer speak.

What is this ability?

Is the power of mutant people so powerful?

In an understatement, how can there be such a powerful ability if you directly control dozens of people?

"What are you going to do?"

"Let your head come out and see me." Ye Zichuan said, "I need an explanation for what Qingcheng Mountain did."

The face of the middle-aged Taoist priest was extremely ugly.

After so many years, when have they been threatened like this on Mount Qingcheng?

What they want, those big families are eager to give it to them.

Their words are just like imperial edicts. Who dares not follow them?

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

It was like a loud slap in the face, slammed on Qingcheng Mountain's face.

"If you want to see the head, I'm afraid you will wait for the meeting, and you won't even have a chance to speak!"

Even in this field, the Taoist priest's mouth is still very hard.

This was the confidence that Qingcheng Mountain gave him. No matter how strong Ye Zichuan was, he believed that he wouldn't be able to overcome any waves in the end.

The more powerful people are, the more they are in awe of this place.

Suddenly, Ye Zichuan seemed to have discovered something, and looked up to the top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain rises into the sky, white clouds are lingering, the mist is curling, and the trance is like a fairyland.

At this time, there was a strong energy fluctuation, and Ye Zichuan saw several figures jumping down, walking in the air, and came to the mountainside in a few breaths.

There was a gust of wind here, and it was a powerful energy surging, lifting the dust on the ground.

Several figures fell in front of the temple, each of them gave people a kind of pressure like a mountain, and their bodies seemed to contain a shrinking sun, flaming, strong, and exuding a hot breath.

"For many years, no one has dared to be so arrogant in Qingcheng Mountain!"

The calm voice sounded like a drum, and it was heard in the ears, making people's heads buzzing.

Looking at these people, Ye Zichuan had a strange color in his eyes.

Nine products?

The four people are all in the Ninth Stage realm.

They are at least over eighty years old, but they don't have a trace of oldness, their spirits are strong, their temples are full, and there is a sense of oppression in their gestures.

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

"this is?"

He stared at the old Taoist who was lying behind Ye Zichuan, and at this moment was completely lost.

"Uncle Qingsong?" His face changed drastically, and he recognized the true face of the old Taoist priest.

"What, Master Qingsong?"

"How can this be?"

"Uncle Master, isn't his old man always wandering outside? What's the matter?"

"Boy, how did the old man die? How could you have his corpse?" An old man stared at Ye Zichuan, his beard danced, like an old lion, angry and powerful.

"Say!"

Another Taoist shouted loudly, like a tiger roar, the majestic Sanqing Hall was shaking, the surrounding trees shook and the leaves fell.

"Do you mean him?" Ye Zichuan raised his hand, and the old Taoist corpse flew in front of him: "I killed it."

His face was indifferent, as if he was telling something that is not normal.

"what did you say?"

The four Ninth-Rank experts suddenly changed their colors.

"Boy, just rely on you?"

"I admit that you have some tricks, but do you think you are invincible in the world?"

"Uncle Shi is a strong man in the gods, you are a common man, want to guard against the sky?"

"Say! How did Uncle Master die?"

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

The four Ninth-Rank experts took a step forward at the same time, and the hot energy burst out from their bodies like a volcano.

It was completely submerged here, only the hot energy was surging, as if living in boiling water, even the surrounding trees began to wither, and the water was slowly evaporated.

The four ninth-tier powerhouses joined forces, and this is definitely a luxurious lineup.

When the four of them add up, they have practiced for more than four hundred years. During these four hundred years, the energy accumulated in the body may be comparable to the power of a missile explosion.

But even so, they still didn't look enough in front of Ye Zichuan.

Compared with the powerhouse of the gods, they are really nothing.

The Ninth Stage and the Divine Realm really seemed to be separated by a world, not at the same level at all.

"Your leader still refuses to come out?"

Ye Zichuan raised his hand and pressed it down.

Boom!

The earth is shaking!

The whole mountain was shaking, countless rocks fell from the mountain, even thousands of catties of stones, rumbling down the mountain, and I don't know how many trees were destroyed along the way.

They felt like the sky had fallen, pressing on them, making it hard for them to breathe.

The four Ninth-Rank experts suddenly changed their colors, their legs began to bend, unable to withstand this powerful force, they almost knelt.

"How... how?"