To the east of Zisang, there is a thrilling battle of life and death taking place on Bailang Bay, which is composed of white sand shoals.

The flying blood dyed the white sand red, and in the shallow water, the clams, too lazy to move all year round, surrounded the corpses that had fallen into the water, enjoying this gluttonous feast that was rare in a thousand years.

In the sky above, a group of purple-robed monks and a group of white-robed monks were fighting fiercely. Colorful spells, flying swords, magic weapons, and talismans reflected each other like stars in the sky.

Amidst the sounds of fighting, a young man threw himself into the water, opened up the clams with his hands, and pulled out a corpse, which seemed to be his relative. The young man held the corpse in his arms and cried loudly.

No one paid attention to him at this moment.

Among the group of purple-robed monks, a person with a third-level cultivation level in the First Realm glanced at the battle situation and said: "Bailang Castle can no longer hold on any longer. They are bound to return to defense. Junior brother, take some people and immediately cut off their retreat from the right wing.

, don’t fight head-on with them, just try your best to delay them. When my uncle takes Bailang Castle, he will join you immediately. We will attack from the front and back, and we can easily massacre the Sui family."

"It's senior brother."

The purple-robed group immediately dispatched a team of more than thirty people.

When the white robe camp found out, they immediately knew something was wrong and immediately changed their formation and fought and retreated, but it was too late.

The home was stolen, and the situation of being attacked from both sides turned into an encirclement situation. In less than half a day, the number of white-robed monks dropped sharply from more than a thousand to more than a hundred. However, these people could not hold on for long.

They died one after another over the course of time.

After the last white-haired old man desperately fought his way out of the siege and used all his strength to create a transmission note, he weakly landed on the sea cliff. He looked back with hatred at the purple-robed monks who followed, and suddenly laughed miserably: "Although I, the Sui family,

You will die, but you, Jing Cang, will never have an easier time. After today, the whole world will know that you, Jing Cang, did not keep your word and broke the alliance..."

After a ray of cold light, a line of blood appeared on the old man's neck, and his voice stopped abruptly.

"Talk too much." A man with a black beard stretched out his palm to recall the flying sword.

"Uncle Master, do you want to trace the whereabouts of the transmission notes?" asked the disciple next to him.

"Everyone is dead, who would be stupid enough to offend me for the dead, but..." The black-bearded man smiled arrogantly, and then said: "Remember, we have never been here. The death of the Sui family is

The Hai Clan took advantage of the chaos to attack me, Zi Sang."

"Yes!" All the disciples agreed in unison.

The front-foot alliance will kill people with the back-foot. After all, this matter is disgraceful, and someone has to be found to take the blame.

"I will not treat you badly. The output of this land of clams for the next thousand years will be yours."

All the disciples immediately said excitedly: "Thank you, Uncle Master!"

The purpose of destroying the Sui family was the clam breeding ground in Bailang Bay.

This place can produce an average of more than 1.2 million first-grade spiritual beads per year, more than 100,000 second-grade spiritual beads, and more than 5,000 third-grade spiritual beads. Although there are only more than a hundred fourth-grade spiritual beads, fourth-grade spiritual beads are already very rare in small circles. As for fifth-grade spiritual beads,

There are no spiritual clams here that can produce fifth-grade spiritual pearls. Their strength is comparable to that of mid-level monks in the Great Realm. The Sui family is just a few Great Realm monks. It is a foolish dream to go into the deep sea and subdue such a spiritual clam. It is even more impossible to cultivate it yourself.

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A fifth-grade spiritual clam will take less than ten thousand years to grow.

How many small aristocratic families can survive for thousands of years?

If you don't advance in the world of cultivation, you will retreat. It took you thousands of years to cultivate it, and others just snatched it away.

Now, even without the Ten Thousand Years Clam, the Sui family would not be able to escape this disaster.

There are too many people who are jealous of the Sui family's land. If the Sui family hadn't exported talents everywhere, and the family's children were spread across all major forces, including the Jingcang sect, how could he have survived to this day?

It's a pity that the Sui family monk, the strongest in the Jingcang sect, died in the battle in the southeast not long ago. It's not important how he died. What's important is that he's gone. How can I show you any kindness?

The cruelty of the cultivation world is even more bloody.

All the monks of the Sui family died, and naturally not a single one of the descendants who depended on them, including those with insufficient qualifications and resources to practice, as well as the old, weak, women and children, could be left behind!

A real massacre began.

In Bailang Bay, the young man holding the body watched all this numbly. He was helpless because his strength was only a third-level martial arts disciple.

Anyone above him can make him reincarnate.

"Young man, do you know how to get to the Prince's Courtyard?" Suddenly, a gentle question came to the young man's ears.

The young man raised his head numbly and saw a monk in white stepping on the water with his bare feet. All the nearby waves bypassed him, making the surface of the water where he was as smooth as a mirror.

"Who?"

At this moment, the monk above discovered the presence of the monk in white. While he was shouting and asking, a flying sword had already circled behind the monk.

A cold light flashed through, and the monk's body stirred like water.

The monk above was stunned for a moment, and pointed his sword at a point. The flying sword flew wildly across the monk's body like an autumn wind sweeping down fallen leaves. However, the monk's body was still like ripples on the surface of still water, not even forming a wave.

The monk raised his head and commented: "The donor is very murderous. If I am an ordinary person, I have been reincarnated thousands of times."

"Demon monk, die!" The monk pointed at the flying sword from a distance, and the sword burst into flames.

The monk smiled, gently pushed his palm, and sent the boy and the body in his arms directly to a hundred feet away, while he was surrounded by blazing fire.

After a while, the figure in the fire disappeared.

"Hahaha!" The monk laughed wildly, as if he thought the monk had been burned to ashes by him.

Unexpectedly, a lotus flower bloomed behind the monk, and with a cry: "Amitabha!" a hand was placed on the monk's shoulder.

The monk's body trembled, and then the blood in his body quickly drained away. In an instant, he turned into a mummy and fell towards Bailang Bay.

Things progressed so fast that the nearby monk Jingcang didn't even react, and his accomplice let a shamefully handsome demon monk suck him dry!

"No, this demon monk's realm is not low, don't be deceived by his weak true energy!"

The nearby Jingcang monks immediately moved out of the way, forming an encirclement and staring at the white-robed monk eagerly.

The Jingcang monks who inquired from afar also rushed here quickly. Even the leader, Master Blackbeard, turned back in confusion after learning about it.

A monk suddenly appeared, which felt a little weird.

A disciple heard him asking the young man of the Sui family how to get to the Shiziyuan. It seemed that he was coming from the outer sea.

But any fool can see that he wants to meddle in other people's business, otherwise why not take a detour?

No matter what, this person must not be left here!

Master Blackbeard thought about it, and the people had already arrived at the outskirts of the encirclement.

"Why don't you take action yet?" Master Blackbeard asked with a frown.

"Ah, it's Uncle Master, that...he...there's something wrong with that person!"

"Something's wrong?"

Hearing the disciple's stammering words, Master Kuroshio walked through the crowd and looked intently into the field, becoming even more confused.

The monk in white clothes clasped his hands together, standing in the void, defenseless, looking like he was at the mercy of others, but anyone who tried to get close to him would be suddenly sucked to death within ten feet of him!

After learning about the situation, Master Blackbeard frowned even more and asked, "Why not use magic to defeat it?"

"No, I just took turns to perform the spell, but it was blocked by a layer of wonderful scriptures."

"The scriptures are blocking it! Are you sure it's the scriptures?" Uncle Blackbeard stared at the monk in white in surprise.

"It should be, but I can't tell what kind of scripture it is."

At this moment, after another Jingcang disciple who dared to try was sucked dry, Master Blackbeard immediately told everyone to stand still, flew out of the crowd, and said to the monk in white: "Monk, our Jingcang sect is this Zimulberry

The strongest sect, I advise you not to meddle in other people’s business.”

The monk looked up at Master Blackbeard and said something incomprehensible: "The time has come."

"What?" Master Blackbeard didn't understand.

I saw the monk raising his arms, the sleeves of his robe fell down, his white arms pointed straight upward, pointing to the sky and saying: "God's punishment."

Some people were speechless, some laughed out loud, but some didn't believe it.
Chapter completed!