In the spacious reception hall, which is as large as a hall, there is a cold and strange demonic aura rising and falling.

The eyeball hanging in mid-air was as scarlet as blood, and the fine blood threads intertwined into a prison-like maze, like a real demon eye, looking down on all living beings.

Outside the window, there were dark clouds.

Lightning flashed silently in the clouds.

Tick.

Raindrops fall.

Water droplets hit the eaves, splashing into a small puff of mist.

The mist is as red as blood.

Wow…

Heavy rain came, and the sky and the earth were dyed a strange red.

The blood rain outside reflected the four walls of the hall and turned into blood, as if the birthday banquet had become a Shura battlefield.

Everyone's eyes were covered with a red glow.

Yin Qianhua was the first to break the strange tranquility in the hall. With a wave of his hand, a sword shadow appeared and struck Yunji with a sword array.

The killing plan she had made with her own hands was completed, so the next step was to use the power of the Hezhou Golden Pill present to kill Yunji.

For the sake of her most valued disciple, Yin Qianhua did not hesitate to use such despicable means to cut off Xu Jingshu's love roots.

She wants to train Xu Jingshu to become a truly strong person, and in her eyes, the last thing a strong person needs is the burden of emotions.

The roar of the sword formation was like the roar in Yin Qianhua's heart.

Her success is imminent.

As long as Yunji dies and Xu Jingshu's love relationship is cut off, the inheritance of the Haoyue Sect will continue, otherwise...

The haze buried deep in her heart was reminded of her, and Yin Qianhua shuddered unconsciously.

That was the biggest secret about the Haoyue Sect, and for this, she did not hesitate to use all means.

The murderous intention is getting stronger and stronger.

But the sword formation was getting slower and slower.

Until the handles of those sharp flying swords froze in mid-air and could no longer move.

In Yin Qianhua's disbelieving eyes, she saw Yunji walking step by step, with evil scarlet surging in her dark eyes.

"Devil! Die!" Yin Qianhua yelled crazily.

As a result, she couldn't mobilize even a little bit of spiritual power, and could only watch helplessly as the sword in Yunji's hand penetrated her heart bit by bit.

The blood droplets splattering in the pit of his heart became very slow, so that Yin Qianhua could experience the pain of the moment of death in more detail.

It was a long-lasting torture that was exhausting both physically and mentally, until it led to collapse and madness.

She even wanted to die quickly, but she couldn't do it. She could only feel the approach of death with fear.

Yin Qianhua is not the only one who has experienced death.

Yu Tianchen was also facing Yunji's long sword. He wanted to fight back, but for some reason he couldn't mobilize his spiritual power. The long sword thrust at him had extraordinary power and could suppress all spiritual power.

Yu Tianchen was not willing to wait for death. He used magic weapons one after another to defend himself, but it was of no avail. The magic weapons were like paper, being split open and chopped into pieces by the long sword.

Then, the sword entered the heart.

Wei Daqian's eyes were full of despair. He thought that the spirit beasts had turned into a bunch of chickens and dogs in front of Yunji. They couldn't even stand firmly, let alone charging and killing them. They all lay on the ground and trembled in fear.

The Yuling Sect's advantage was gone. He watched in despair as the blood-red sword slowly stabbed at him, penetrating the front of his heart, and then exiting from the back of his heart.

In addition to despair, Yuan Hongyi was also shocked. He couldn't figure out why his rune armor was covered in paper. Not to mention blocking the blade, it couldn't even block the gust of wind.

Each of the golden elixir monks from various major sects in Hezhou is experiencing a journey of death.

In front of them, there is a Yunji holding a long sword, penetrating their hearts with a casual attitude.

Blood splattered in pieces.

Corpses fell one by one.

The bloody hall was filled with the air of death.

This was a simple massacre that no one could resist.

Waiting to die has become the only feeling people have before death.

This feeling was so terrifying that even before the sword arrived, some monks with low cultivation levels were frightened to death.

However, you can't escape death if you faint from fear. The monk who fainted will be reawakened, and then he will truly experience the feeling of being killed.

There were no survivors in this massacre.

Lianqu Ningzhu, Chi Shan, Qin Wu and Wang Dachui, all the elder disciples of the Seven Swords Sect, were also killed by Yunji.

Qin Wu did not fight back, but looked blankly at the sword in his heart. He found that he could not see Yunji's face clearly, as if that was not his junior brother, but a cold-blooded devil.

When Qu Ningzhu and Chi Shan felt death, they both felt regret in their hearts.

Han Qizhang, who was possessed by the demon back then, was the junior uncle of Ice Soul Peak. Now Yunji from Ice Soul Peak is also possessed by the demon. The two consecutive possessions were at Ice Soul Peak. It seems that Ice Soul Peak should not exist.

Ji Guxuan's resistance was the most violent.

He directly sacrificed an ancient book that reached the level of a magic weapon. As the pages of the book were turned, a mysterious aura surged out, forming a protective aura.

The pages of the book that were supposed to be able to withstand even magic weapons could not stop the long sword in Yunji's hand. Ji Guxuan's face was ashen as he experienced the feeling of being killed.

He was not willing to give in, even to the point of death.

After ten years of practice, you can't even block someone's sword?

how so……

How could he be so strong...

Ji Guxuan was heartbroken and finally died slowly in regret and annoyance.

Lei Hexue angrily drove the dragon's head crutch, used thunder and lightning techniques, and tried his best to resist Yunji's approach, even using his disciples as human shields.

In the end, everything was in vain.

No matter what she did, she couldn't stop the seemingly slow pace.

The tip of the sword got closer and closer until it passed through the heart. Lei Hexue spurted out blood and gradually died in fear and despair.

Everyone experiences death.

Feeling the despair of being killed by Yunji's sword.

But Yin Qianhua, who was supposed to be dead, saw the darkness in front of his eyes turn bright red again.

She was horrified to find that she was alive again, and in front of her was still the approaching footsteps and the cold sword.

This time she continued to try her best, but the result was still the same: she was killed by a long sword.

Yin Qianhua, who thought she would definitely die the second time, kept waking up strangely. She died again and again, and was resurrected again and again, constantly experiencing the fear and pain of being killed.

This torture lasted a hundred times before Yin Qianhua's eyes showed eternal darkness.

It was a black mist, evil and cold, but strangely, the mist only covered her eyes and did not invade her at all.

Yin Qianhua was sure that the black energy was demonic energy, but why was the demonic energy just floating in front of his eyes, as if it was perfectly controlled by someone.

Under the perception of spiritual consciousness, Yin Qianhua, who was trembling all over, finally discovered the source of the black energy...

It's actually a left hand.

A dark left hand pressed against her face!

Yunji's voice came slowly: "If I were a demon, how would you survive?"

Mo Lian slowly raised his left hand from Yin Qianhua's face.

The great elder of the Haoyue Sect was unable to stand and fell to the ground, panting heavily, his heart beating like thunder. He was shocked for a long time before he suddenly said: "Illusion, the illusion you cast with your eyeballs..."

The blood outside the window disappeared, the sky was overcast but no rain fell.

Click!

Thunder rolls.

After a while, it started raining heavily.

People in the hall were just waking up from a dream, low voices kept coming and going, and only a few could stand firm.

There were no bodies and no one died.

Everything that just happened was completely an illusion cast by Yunji.

He pulled everyone into the illusion.

Then kill everyone in the illusion!

"Asura Eyes..." Hongyun murmured the ancient demon illusion in disbelief.

Entering the Shura realm at a glance.

Only extremely pure demonic energy can be unleashed.

The hall was eerily quiet.

No one died.

But everyone felt the taste of death.

The nightmare-like feeling is too real, shocking, and hard to calm down for a long time.
Chapter completed!