Liu Qinghuan seemed to have a fire burning in his chest, which was not only because of his bitter hatred for the dove, but also because he was worried about the safety of Mu Yinyin and others.

The dove suffered a great loss in his hands, it can be said that the Dharma Body and Divine Soul were destroyed, and he came back with such deep hatred, it was really hard to predict what terrible things he would do.

So after he sent Yun Zheng and Jingjue away, he immediately found his lair in the Ten Thousand Spirits Realm, and even if he forced it, he had to force the dove out!

The majestic mountain gate fell suddenly, Liu Qinghuan held a spear to kill immortals, his expression was cold, his eyes were like a secluded pool, and he walked towards the top of Xuanming Mountain step by step.

"Dove, I'm coming, where are you!"

His voice echoed in the mountains, and the entire Xuanming Mountain could be heard, and his tone was indifferent, but it made people feel inexplicably chilled!

There was a chaotic sound of footsteps on the mountain road, and a team of demon cultivators rushed out, and when they saw him, they roared angrily: "It's him, stop him from going up the mountain!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The shouts shocked the four fields, and the demon cultivators quickly set up a battle formation, and a gray shadow gathered above their heads, condensing into a huge demon beast.

The demon beast lowered its head, and its two curved sharp horns were aimed straight ahead, letting out a sharp roar, and rushed downwards like a thousand pounds!

Liu Qinghuan continued to step up the stairs as if he were ignoring it, only lightly picking up the silver-black spear in his hand, and saw that the tip of the spear flashed a little sharp, and the monster beast that was as strong as a mountain was like paper paste, and was picked out and flew out.

With a loud bang, the demon beast fell heavily, knocking down a piece of flowers and trees, and several palaces were also damaged, and they collapsed with a bang.

Such a big movement shocked the other demon cultivators who wanted to rush over couldn't help but stop, their faces were shocked, and they lost their minds. And the previous team of demon cultivators had already turned on their backs, and one by one they were bleeding from the corners of their mouths as if they had been hit hard, and their faces quickly turned gray.

A Qingyun boot stepped up the stone steps they were on, and after a pause beside one of them, a cold voice sounded: "Whoever stands in my way, die!"

A team of demon cultivators rushed out, and before they could reach the front, they lay crookedly on both sides of the mountain road, blood stained the ground, broken feathers flew wildly, and a miserable scream resounded in the sky.

Liu Qinghuan gradually felt impatient, the immortal killing spear in his hand was replaced by a thousand autumn reincarnation pen, and the yellow water of the Styx River spread under his feet, accompanied by the sound of rumbling like thunder, the water was surging and rising, submerging the mountains and pavilions, and countless demon cultivators were also involved, and they did not know whether they were alive or dead.

This was a one-sided massacre, no one approached Liu Qinghuan for half a minute, and wherever he went, the flood overflowed, and half of Xuanming Mountain was already submerged in water!

At the top of the mountain, in a palace, the atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed as if the air was frozen together, and several empty level demon cultivators sat silently, but they couldn't hide the anxiety in their hearts.

"Report!" a doorman rushed in from the outside in a panic, and as he entered, he was knocked down by the high threshold and threw himself to the ground.

A thin male cultivator with sharp beaks and monkey cheeks stood up and shouted, "Say!"

The man didn't care about the pain of the fall, and hurriedly replied: "The disciple sent to the Black Phoenix Clan has sent back the news, saying that the Black Phoenix Ancestor is wandering outside and is not in the clan for the time being. The other big Feng clans did not immediately agree to our mountain's request for support, saying that they would discuss it among the clan before making a decision, but the patriarch of the Qingluan clan in the west directly rejected our request......"

With his reply, the faces of several people in the hall became very ugly, and the thin male cultivator smashed the small few in his hand with one palm, and gritted his teeth and said: "Those Feng clans and those people are very happy when they send us to do things on weekdays, but now we are being deceived by people and come up from the mountain, and we dare to ignore it!

He turned his head and said angrily at an old man with crane hair and a childish face sitting on the left: "Elder Zhu, are we just sitting here and watching that person kill the mountain? Don't forget, the other party is a ruthless person who destroyed the Demon Capital with the power of one person, and I am afraid that all of us will not be enough for him to kill!"

Several others chimed in: "Yes, the people sent to the gate can't even stop that person, the situation is so grim, what should we do?"

"Yes, our news has been sent out for more than half a day, and the ancestor hasn't sent back any new instructions?"

Everyone looked at the old man anxiously, and the old man finally stood up, and first waved away the man who was trembling with fear, and then said: "Don't worry, the ancestor said let's delay for a while, and when the arrangement is made over there, the instructions will be sent back immediately." ”

"It's still delayed!" said the thin demon with sharp-beaked monkey cheeks: "The people don't know how many dead and injured there are, if it drags on any longer, our Xuanming Mountain will almost sink! What does the ancestor mean, is he ready to let all of us lose it? In addition, there are you!"

His eyes were blood-red, and he glared at the old man angrily: "I have always felt strange, since the ancestor came back from this retreat, his behavior has become extremely strange, and we have no one here except you, no one has seen the ancestor again......"

The old man's face changed suddenly, and he shouted: "What do you mean, you dare to question the actions of the ancestor, is it my fault that the ancestor did not summon you?"

The Dry Thin Demon Xiu sneered: "I don't mean anything, I'm just wondering if some people are holding chicken feathers as arrows to fake the holy decree!"

"You!"

"Okay, okay, stop arguing......"

Several people in the hall were arguing, and suddenly there were fluctuations in the space, a ghostly light flashed at once, and a cross-border message fell down.

Everyone was stunned, and the old man quickly caught the talisman, unfolded it, and couldn't help but be overjoyed!

"Let's go, we can go see the man!"

A few people hurriedly went out of the hall, and when they looked down the mountain, they saw that most of the Xuanming Mountain was submerged in water, and the angry tide was rushing, and the flood was monstrous!

And the person who killed him cultivated a terrifying evil spirit, like a cold-faced soul who came out of the underworld, ruthlessly harvesting other people's lives!

The thin demon cultivator gasped and muttered in a low voice: "Isn't he a Taoist cultivator, why does he look even more terrifying than the demon cultivator! And do you think that he has a ...... on him?"

Before he could finish speaking, Elder Zhu beside him had already rushed into the air and shouted at the bottom of the mountain, "Stop!"

Liu Qinghuan raised his head, there was no trace of emotion on his face, his eyes were like ice edges, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in Elder Zhu's heart.

"Someone finally came out, dove, tell him to get out!"

Elder Zhu froze and said, "You are in the wrong place, the ancestor is not on the mountain now, you indiscriminately kill countless people in my mountain, aren't you afraid of provoking the anger of the people in our realm, don't forget, this is the realm of all souls!

Liu Qinghuan let out a cold "oh", then turned his gaze away and continued to walk up: "What about acting recklessly, if the dove doesn't come out today, don't blame me for slaughtering you." ”

All the demon cultivators shuddered in unison, knowing that his words were not half a lie, even if the other clans in the Ten Thousand Spirits Realm settled the accounts afterwards, it was impossible for their lives to be returned!

Elder Zhu didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, and hurriedly opened the cross-border communication talisman in his hand: "Aren't you looking for our ancestor, he is now in the Stygian Mountain Battle Domain." ”

Liu Qinghuan suddenly raised his head: "Stygian Mountain Battle Domain!"

"Not bad. Elder Zhu raised his hand, and the cross-border communication talisman flew out of the air: "Ancestor is waiting for you in the battle domain, so even if you kill all of us, there is no one you are looking for here." ”