"kill!"

Zhang Ruochen drove the golden dragon chariot, rushed up Wuding Mountain, and flew towards the Holy Wood Peak.

Although Ling Xiu and Ling Feiyu issued the order, a large number of demon cult monks loyal to Shi Qianjue still launched an attack on Zhang Ruochen and Shengming's old army.

Gu Songzi yelled: "If you, a disciple of the Moon Worship Sect, don't want to die, just stay aside and stay there. If you continue to obey Shi Qianjue's orders, there is only one way to die."

Gu Songzi had an overwhelming hatred for Shi Qianjue and the demon cult monks who followed Shi Qianjue, and took the lead in attacking and killing them.

"Crash."

Luo Xu clenched his hands into fists and punched upwards. The sea water with a radius of thousands of miles under his feet surged up towards Wuding Mountain.

With just one blow, tens of thousands of Demon Cult disciples died in the waves.

Members of the Tiangang Pavilion and the Disha Pavilion followed closely behind the Jinbu Long Chariot, using a crushing attitude to smash all the Demon Cult monks who dared to block Zhang Ruochen into pieces.

Including the palace master of Dark Night Palace, Ye Xiaoxiang, was beaten to pieces by dozens of holy spells in an instant and turned into a ball of blood mist.

Ouyang Huan sat on the top of a formation tower, staring ahead, and saw nine giant golden dragons, pulling a dazzling dragon chariot, speeding towards him.

Zhang Ruochen sat calmly in the golden dragon chariot, as if an emperor was on a patrol.

There were densely packed demon sect monks gathered in all directions of the Jin Bu Long Chariot, probably hundreds of thousands in number. Some of them used combat soldiers and some used martial arts to stop Zhang Ruochen's footsteps.

However, with the protection of Tiangang Pavilion and Disha Pavilion, no matter how many demon sect monks there are, they can't stop Jinbu Longchaan for a moment.

"Bang bang."

The corpses of the Demon Cult monks fell downwards like rain, and the whole world turned blood red, as if it had turned into a Shura field.

As the golden dragon chariot got closer and closer, Ouyang Huan closed his eyes and said, "You win!"

"Boom."

The Kowloon golden dragon and the golden dragon chariot hit the formation tower, and then crushed it, crushing Ouyang Huan's body and soul into pieces.

From the beginning to the end, Zhang Ruochen looked very calm, with no emotion in his eyes, as calm as crushing an ant.
Chapter completed!