"Dead!"

"What a big loss. I'm still young and haven't married yet and have children..."

"So what if the sect is a genius? Everything is over!"

"Haha, what's the joy of life, what's the fear of death? It's a pleasure for all of you fellow disciples to go to hell together today!"

"That's right, even if you die, I will curse you, the evil devil, for the rest of my life!"

Qingtian's stick fell slowly, threatened by the power of law. No one could resist this behemoth, the world's number one soldier, and all the disciples of the Supreme Sect were already in despair.

For a time, all kinds of things happened in the world.

Only the face of Su Ziyan, the leader of the Supreme Sect, changed, showing a look of hesitation.

"Sect Master, leave quickly and avenge us in the future!"

"Sect Master, let's go!"

"Sect Master, let's go. As long as you or the Supreme Sect are here, we will not die!"

A disciple of the Supreme Sect shouted, "Everyone knows that with the Supreme Sword of the sect's Taoist soldiers in hand, the sect leader Su Ziyan can at least run away."

Su Ziyan did not move. He looked at the many disciples of the Supreme Sect and the sect where he had lived most of his life.

Without these disciples and without the Supreme Sect, what's the point of surviving alone?

Finally, Su Ziyan looked at Ye Qian.

Su Ziyan has never been able to see through this extraordinary man.

Doesn't Ye Qian really know what a terrifying attack the stick above his head is?

If he still dared to come out at this time, without support, Su Ziyan would be the first to not believe him.

"Please sir, please save me. No matter what the request is, Su Ziyan will agree to it!"

When Su Ziyan said this, he knelt down and lowered himself.

What?

The leader actually knelt down?

The surviving disciples of the Supreme Sect were dumbfounded as they watched their leader unable to kneel down, and then looked at the shameless young man suspended in the air, speechless.

Can he break this legendary stick that lifts the sky?

No one knows.

Everyone's eyes stayed on Ye Qian.

"hehe!"

Ye Qian chuckled lightly, ignored Su Ziyan, and looked up at the Qingtian stick that was slowly falling.

The pillars of heaven are broken, the sky is dark, the sky is dark, and the earth is dark, as if the world is about to be destroyed.

Unfortunately, Ye Qian had just experienced the destruction of the Tai Chi Tu Secret Realm and the Ancient Land.

Compared with the destruction of this world, this small battle is really nothing.

"Did you know that the ancient land has been completely destroyed!"

Ye Qian said to Leng Fanhua calmly, with a casual look. He looked up at the beam of light that occupied the entire sky.

"What?"

When Leng Fanhua heard this, her heart suddenly stopped beating, and it took her a while to recover.

Are you kidding? The ancient land will be destroyed. It is such nonsense.

Only cultivators like him who were born there would know the strength of the ancient land.

It is impossible for anyone to destroy the ancient land.

"Don't waste your efforts. As long as Qingtian Yistick starts, the rest will be out of my control at all. You want to mess with my mind and look for opportunities. You are thinking too much!"

Leng Fanhua sneered and said, Qingtian Yi Stick is no better than other secret techniques. It is the strongest blow of the Taoist Qingtian Stick. He is not that capable of controlling it. Even if he dies now, Qingtian Yi Stick should still fall.

At this point, Qingtian Yistick was no longer under his control.

"Murong Jianqiu is dead!" Ye Qian slowly raised the Huasheng knife in his hand, and spider web-like cracks appeared in his pupils.

The Law of Magical Killing Eye.

He has a lot of anger, but he can't vent it in the ancient land because the ancient land is gone.

"What?" Leng Fanhua was stunned. Is that old man dead?

How could he die?

How could he die?,

He hadn't unified the March Continent yet, and then he broke through to the ninth level, went back to save the old immortal, and then used thousands of ways to humiliate him!

How could he die like that!

It died so silently that he didn't even see it!

"Split Sky and Li Tian are also dead!"

"..." Leng Fan is like a dead man, it's impossible, it's impossible that they are also dead.

Difficulty: Is the ancient land really destroyed?

Obviously it didn't take long for him to escape from the ancient land!

How could such a big change happen?

"You go to hell too!"

There was endless coldness in Ye Qian's tone.

At this moment, he didn't want to make any sense at all.

At this moment, he just wanted to vent all the anger in his heart.

At this moment, he regarded Leng Fanhua as the chaos.

Endless nothingness evolves at the tip of the knife, and the sword energy disperses, revealing its domineering power.

Ye Qian turned into a stream of light, soared into the sky, and with the Purple Gold Void Sword Qi, rushed into the flaw of the sky-holding stick.

The Void Saber Qi seemed to be alive again, turning into thousands of small purple-gold Void Saber Qi, like fish swimming in the water, destroying crazily along the flaws of Qingtian's stick.

It was like a butler trying to untie an ox, but with just three breaths, the unparalleled stick lifted up the sky, suddenly collapsed and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Thousands of purple-gold void sword energy seemed to blow past the place where Leng Fanhua was, like a spring breeze, returning to Ye Qian's side and disappearing into the sky.

"What kind of sword technique is this?"

An ugly smile appeared on Leng Fanhua's face, and the smile was self-deprecating.

"The fifth cut of the nine consecutive emptiness cuts, the nothingness cut."

"The name is really unpleasant, not worthy of this sword skill!"

After Leng Fanhua said this with a hint of disdain, a gust of wind passed by and turned into dust all over the sky, leaving no trace.

To bury others temporarily is to deserve death!

Ye Qian rolled his eyes inwardly and put away the Huasheng Knife.

"Thank you very much, sir, for your kindness! I will never forget this kindness!"

The leader of the Supreme Sect, Su Ziyan, burst into tears and kowtowed. He was already destined to be destroyed by the Supreme Sect.

"Thank you very much, sir, for your kindness! I will never forget this kindness!"

Thousands of Supreme Sect disciples and elders also knelt down and worshiped Su Ziyan.

In the true Supreme Sect, there is only one voice left.

"Just give me the Supreme Sword!"

Ye Qian was not polite and directly sent a message to Su Ziyan. He was mainly here for the Supreme Sword.

"When no one is around, the Supreme Sword is presented with both hands!"

Su Ziyan, the leader of the Supreme Sect, twitched his lips, "You are really rude, but thinking about Ye Qian's great kindness and kindness, and thinking about Ye Qian's peerless appearance of cutting through Qingtian with a sword, Su Ziyan replied quickly.

Ye Qian looked around at the Supreme Sect's mountain gate. There were basically no intact buildings, and he sighed inwardly.

Ye Qian was too lazy to pay attention to those intruders who fled. They would definitely not be able to return to the ancient land, and they had offended the Supreme Sect. It was hard to say whether they could survive.

Of course, he no longer cares about Ye Qian.

In this inexplicable catastrophe of the Zhanchen Sect, Sun Zhijun and Mei Su survived, while all other Zhanchen Sect disciples were wiped out.

They were pretty good, like the Zhanqing Sect, not one of them was left alive.

An ambitious man smuggled himself from the ancient land to the March Continent and luckily escaped the destruction of the ancient land. However, at the beginning of his great cause, he was destroyed by Ye Qian at the first stop, the Supreme Sect.

When Ye Qian held the Taoist Heaven-raising Stick in his hand, he felt that he was really capable of defeating a person from an ancient land.
To be continued...