Chapter 478: Destroy the entire Chu family?

Chapter 478: Destroy the entire Chu family?

The young man in the room turned a deaf ear and just stabbed the cursed doll.

"How brave!"

The Ghost King Faxiang shouted sternly, took a step forward, and rushed straight towards the Chu family.

"Fight!"

The next moment, all the elders of the Chu family, who were in shock and confusion, all took action. Long swords flew out one after another, forming a sword formation in the sky to confront the Ghost King.

The Great Elder floated in the sword formation, with fierce sword energy all over his body, "Senior Murong, do your Murong family want to start a complete war with our Chu family?"

"Oh, you are worthy of waiting! You actually dare to open the altar and curse me. Even if Chu Jeff faces me today, it will not work. I will make your Chu family extinct!" The Ghost King said with ghostly aura filling his body, and demonic flames surging into the sky.

"What a loud tone!" The elder who only had the peak offering wine looked gloomy and floated over the Chu family city. The sword array above his head rolled and directly touched the ghost king's ghost claw.

"puff!"

There is a huge gap in cultivation that even a sword formation composed of more than a hundred swords cannot make up for. With just one collision, all the clan elders were shaken and their breaths were sluggish.

The Ghost King, who easily broke through the Chu family's defense, did not continue the fight. Instead, he turned his head. The Ghost King's eyes instantly looked at the corner of the Chu family, where Chu Hao was.

At this moment, Chu Hao kept moving and was still inserting the cursed doll.

The cursed doll turned into a bloody mess, but it couldn't be completely torn apart.

"I don't know whether to live or die!" The Ghost King seemed to see his movements through the building. With his face covered with frost, the demonic flames said: "Today, I will exterminate your Chu family bloodline..."

As the Ghost King spoke, he released ghost mist, turned his palms into clouds, and wanted to press against the Chu family.

"Noisy!"

The next moment, a somewhat lazy voice sounded, as if he had just woken up from sleep, accompanied by the sound of a sword.

"Fight!"

A sword light flashed like a meteor, blood red and bright. In this dark night, it was like a lingering sunset, poignant but dangerous.

The stream of light flashed by, but no one could react.

The Ghost King, who was extremely arrogant just a moment ago, suddenly stiffened. Under his horrified gaze, it collapsed into a ghost mist.

"Who the devil dares to destroy my dharma body!"

Suddenly, a sharp roar came from a corner of the city.

"Since you want to destroy my Chu family, then destroy it!" A calm voice sounded, with some casualness and indifference.

"Hoo ho!"

Immediately afterwards, countless people in Qinghe Mansion City raised their heads in shock.

I saw a vague Baizhang Old Dao in the sky, emerging like a god supporting the sky.

The next moment, as the old Taoist raised his hand, the crystal-red sword emerged from the sky, shining densely across the sky.

"Infant God's Faxiang? God Lord takes action!"

"Clan Chief Chu, please show mercy!"

"Brother Chu, calm down, it's all a misunderstanding!"

When everyone stared blankly at the crystal red sword emerging from the sky, an acquaintance suddenly woke up, and several anxious voices sounded in the city.

But before these people can stop it, they probably don't dare to stop it.

I saw the shadow of the old Taoist pointing his sword together and pressing down.

"Boohoo!"

The next moment, swords and meteors rained down from the sky.

The fiery red light and the gorgeous sword were like the most brilliant fireworks in the world, falling towards the Murong family, with endless murderous intent amidst the beauty.

Compose the final magnificent movement for the Murong family, a family of infant gods that has existed for thousands of years.

Each long sword carries a thought of the Infant God, accurately targeting the ghost-ridden direct lineage monks in Murong's family.

"Puff!"

The sword light flashed and heads flew up one after another.

"Boom!"

Some cultivators, who were still alive after flying swords, were completely burned to death by the explosion of flying swords.

"Chu Jeff, I will fight you until death!"

Following the death of countless direct descendants of Murong, an old Taoist priest covered in blood rushed out from the basement of Murong's family.

The opponent's whole body is filled with ghost energy, and he wants to become a ghost.

"How dare you deserve it? How dare you call a cat or a dog in front of me!"

It was only then that a figure slowly rose into the sky above the Chu family city.

He had his hands behind his back, calm and calm, and appeared in front of everyone with a long gown fluttering in the night wind.

He has an ordinary appearance, a middle-aged appearance, with a bit of elegance and indifference, and seems to be very ordinary.

It was completely impossible to tell that this was the ruthless man who had just waved his hand to kill countless Murong disciples.

But at this moment, this man was completely remembered by the cultivators in Qinghe Mansion!

Seeing Wang Zijia appear, the old man Murong Cheng, who was covered in blood, rushed towards Wang Zijia without saying a word. In the process, his body expanded rapidly.

Judging from his movements, it seems that he is dragging Wang Zijia to the underworld.

Wang Zijia just waved his hand casually like swatting flies.

The huge old Taoist shadow in the sky was slashed across with a fierce sword.

"puff!"

The old man Murong Cheng, who seemed to be making a lot of movement, was split in half in an instant. He was unable to react at all. It was not a fight at the same level at all.

A black skull escaped from his body and tried to escape.

But Wang Zijia flicked his finger, and a stream of light hit the skull of the best spiritual weapon that had escaped.

"ah!"

The skull trembled for a moment, and some cracks appeared on it. At the same time, after a scream, it suddenly shrank.

It fell directly from the air and stopped moving.

Wang Zijia turned over his hands to put away his corpse and skull spiritual weapon. In the process, he found a more traditional space ring on his fingertips.

But what made Wang Zijia frown was that there were not many things inside, it could even be said to be very few, and none of them were precious.

Talismans, elixirs, utensils, and magic money are all just conventional items, and they add up to hundreds of thousands of magic money.

This is definitely not worthy of a monk with fake infantile combat power.

But this is normal. After all, the other party is a family monk, not a deviant monster who has wandered into the world. Moreover, his life is approaching, so it is normal that he does not put good things into himself.

After a cursory look inside the ring, Wang Zijia turned over and put it away.

After doing this, Wang Zijia tilted his head indifferently, looked into the air and said, "Why, Brother Li also killed Chu's family and wiped out my entire clan?"

"Buzz!"

Following Wang Zijia's words, a swarm of black insects invisible to the naked eye quickly gathered in the air and transformed into an old man in his fifties.

He bowed respectfully to Wang Zijia and said, "Chu Shenjun was joking. I just came to see what happened. Since it is a personal feud between your two families, I, the Li family, will not be involved."

"Really? Then Brother Li, please come back. I just came out of seclusion and encountered something like this. I probably don't have time to entertain you." Wang Zijia replied calmly.

"It should be so, it should be so!" As he spoke, the old man turned into a swarm of insects again, disintegrated and quickly disappeared without a trace.

Immediately, everyone saw that the area around Murong's home was being ravaged by flying swords. After the explosion, ghost fog began to fill the area, blocking the entry and exit of the entire area.

"Let's disperse!" Wang Zijia looked around and said calmly to the cultivators watching the excitement.

"Soso!"

"Boohoo!"

"······"

The next moment, the theatergoers, whether bright or dark, distant or near, strong or weak, immediately dispersed.

Countless people in Qinghe Prefecture tonight watched this scene. Countless people knew that Qinghe Prefecture was about to change. The situation that had remained unchanged for hundreds of years was about to undergo major changes!

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"Master!"

"Clan leader!"

"······"

At this time, the sluggish children of the Chu family came to their senses, and when Wang Zijia floated down, they gathered around him with excitement on their faces.

Many personnel's faces turned red with excitement.

Wang Zijia looked around and saw that there were only about a hundred wine-offering monks and quite a few children.

Almost all the people living in Fucheng are core direct descendants of the Chu family. An infant god family that has existed for thousands of years, with just this core lineage, can no longer be described as declining.

Without him, a stronger real family could have fought with the Chu family!

No wonder the three families are divided into one government. If they are not divided, they cannot be controlled!

"Third uncle!" Chu Hao, who was also covered in blood, rushed over and greeted Wang Zijia.

Chu Jiefu was the third eldest son in the family, not the third eldest son in his family, but in that generation.

Everyone looked at Chu Hao with different expressions.

What happened tonight, the moment they saw Chu Hao's appearance, everyone had a rough guess.

I originally thought that this old man had a grudge in his heart, so he wanted to have more contact with everyone. Now it seems that it is just his temperament.

Wang Zijia didn't say anything, turned over his hand and took out a pill, saying: "After taking it, adjust your breathing first!"

Without any hesitation, Chu Hao opened his mouth and swallowed the elixir, and began to adjust his breathing on the spot.

The demon cultivation was completed quickly. Wang Zijia used a spiritual thought to treat the opponent's various injuries and ignored him.

"What a mistress, have you really completed the birth of a baby and become a divine king?" This was Chu Qingming, an old Taoist who was about to die. Another real person from the Chu family came over and looked at Wang Zijia and said excitedly.

"Yes, Fourth Grandpa, by chance, my grandson was lucky enough to reach the level of Infant God!" Wang Zijia replied with a calm expression.

The people around him, who had already made guesses but didn't dare to ask, became completely excited, with excitement on their faces.

"Okay, okay, my Chu family has been in decline for more than five hundred years, and finally a divine king has appeared again, which can guarantee its prosperity for another thousand years!" Chu Qingming's face suddenly turned rosy as he spoke.

His magic power fluctuated slightly, and under Wang Zijia's frowning eyes, he sealed himself bit by bit.

"Fourth Grandpa?" Wang Zijia, who had a slight suspicion in his mind, asked with a hint of inquiry.

"I really can't hold it any longer. Since you're back, the clan will leave it to you. The only thing I can do now is to hand over this remnant of my body to the clan."

As he spoke, he kept sealing on himself, and his aura became weaker and weaker, "After you have finished handling the affairs of the clan, take me to Bingzhou Prefecture and Yuejia, and make me a heritage spiritual weapon!"

As he spoke, he had reached the end of the seal, and his breath was getting weaker and weaker.

What moved Wang Zijia was that in order to improve the success rate of making the inherited magic weapon in the future, he did not hesitate to put a curse on his own soul.

‘Does this mean that the entire person’s soul and flesh and blood are used as materials for refining the weapon to ensure the success rate of the magic weapon? ’

‘The family monks from Changbao are really...’

Wang Zijia looked at this scene and moved his lips, not knowing how to speak or what to say. In the end, Wang Zijia could not say anything.

The old man completed the self-sealing in front of him, and then fell softly to the side.

"Fourth Ancestor!"

"Fourth Ancestor!"

"······"

All the clan elders who had just emerged with joy cried out in sorrow. The great elder took a step forward and hugged the limp old man.

"Clan leader, the fourth ancestor!" One person said and looked at Wang Zijia.

"Let's take him down and place him first, and we'll discuss it later. The clan is not yet ready to crush Mr. Su's marrow and suck out his bones!" Wang Zijia sighed inexplicably.

"The Fourth Patriarch is just too worried that the clan will be out of business again!" The great elder Chu Wu handed over to a junior and turned to Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia did not dwell on this topic, but looked around at the crowd.

The next moment, Wang Zijia raised his hand and made a move.

‘The false spirit takes advantage of the way: the heart of profit and happiness! ’

‘The fake spirit said: Mo Yunzi! ’

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In one breath, Wang Zijia summoned five real-person false spirits, and five crystal-red long swords condensed out. Each false spirit escaped into one of the long swords and was controlled by a divine mind.

In particular, although Wang Zijia is still unable to contact the Qinglian Realm, the false spirit's borrowing has no impact.

Because of this, he learned that in the Qinglian world, the veteran Mo Yunzi, the mount Ling Yanlan, the three deputy masters Fu Wenrui, Hui Feiyang, and Li Lexin had all become real late-stage monks.

The reason why it was so fast, apart from the fact that at least tens to hundreds of years had passed in the lower world, the more reason was that when Wang Zijia left, he left the paper man behind in everyone's consciousness.

The cheating for them is not a big one, and there is no unlimited exchange. We just check their status regularly.

In addition to them, the Five Thousand Dao Lu Jade Disc was quite a problem. It was turned into something similar to a chip system by Wang Zijia. Of course, while cultivating disciples, it was more about improving the level of the Dao Lu.

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Going too far, Wang Zijia condensed five spirit-enchanted magic swords and let the five long swords stop in front of the five clan elders who were in charge of daily affairs.

Several clan elders looked at Wang Zijia with confusion, not knowing why.

"I also ask a few of them to bring my magic sword and quickly lead my disciples to Anxian, Liuxian, Baituo Town and other places to wipe out all the remnants of Murong and keep their resources in their hands."

Everyone was slightly shocked when they heard this, and then they realized that the clan leader really wanted to kill the Murong family!

Of course, the entire Qinghe Prefecture is not only limited to this one city, but the surrounding counties and counties are also divided up by the three families and their vassal small families.

Wang Zijia ignored the changes in the expressions of several people and said: "Except for the direct lineage of Murong who needs to be killed, the rest of the rest can be decided by yourselves according to the rules of the clan and the law."

"When you encounter a powerful opponent, you don't have to do anything. You only need to bring out my magic sword. This sword has a spirit and will move on its own. It should be difficult to run away under the false baby."

"If you encounter something that cannot be decided, you can directly activate the magic sword and report it to me, and I will arrive immediately."