Chapter 843: It's All Retribution! Lord: All Will Die! 【3 More】

The leader of the Holy Confucianism screamed in horror. He looked at the picture flowing in the water curtain in horror and collapsed.

Although they belong to the same seven major sects, the strength of the Holy Confucianism is far inferior to that of Taoist Palace and Brahma Palace, let alone Sanqing Palace, the head of the seven major sects.

Today, the highest cultivation level of the Sacred Confucianism is the leader of the Sacred Confucianism, and he is only in the middle stage of the Longevity Stage.

In the current Holy Light Water City, there is not a single Immortal Realm sitting in it.

The speed of the destruction of the Holy Confucianism is faster than that of the Brahma Palace, only ten breaths.

Shengguang Water City no longer exists.

The holy Confucianism was also wiped out from the sects of the Eastern Region!

"Boom."

Looking at the Holy Light Water City that was also in ruins, the leader of the Holy Confucianism also lost his legs and fell to the ground.

The whole person seemed to be hundreds of years old.

The Holy Confucianism seemed to be crying, but also seemed to be laughing: "Jun Muqian...Jun Muqian, you devil, you will be punished!"

"You killed so many people, aren't you afraid of punishment from heaven, and you are not afraid of sin?!"

However, no one answered his cries at all.

But Jun Muqian is telling all the people of the seven major sects with actions...

She, no, afraid!

Because at this moment, the picture in the water curtain changed again.

This time, it was Fengyunwan, the general office of Fengyun Pavilion.

No need to look, all spiritual practitioners know what will happen next.

Qinglan stood aside, biting her lip tightly, blood oozed out, but she still didn't know.

Up to now, the Sanqing Palace has had no influence at all.

Only at the beginning, because tens of thousands of talismans exploded, it received a little shock.

But Qinglan knew that Sanqing Palace would receive the harshest punishment.

During the seven-year long journey of chasing and killing Jun Muqian, in order to hunt down and kill Jun Muqian more conveniently, Sanqing Palace did not hesitate to use the inheritance formation, attract the power of the galaxy, and prophesy.

Not only that, because the prophecy will disrupt the trajectory of the heavens, and at worst, the soul will be scattered.

Therefore, in order to prevent Tiandao's backlash against itself, Sanqing Palace will kill all the disciples of Mirror Moon Palace, and grind their bones into powder, so as to divert the backlash.

But in this way, the souls of these Mirror Moon Palace disciples could not be detached and reincarnated.

Isn't this kind of predation of the weak that is common in the Unreal World, in the eyes of the devil, Jun Muqian, a heinous crime?

Qinglan couldn't help shivering, and almost didn't dare to think about what would happen to Sanqing Palace.

She was scared.

Everyone is scared.

When they came, they were full of confidence, thinking that this spiritual ceremony was just a springboard for them to enter the upper five realms.

He thought that in the first fight, she could be easily eliminated.

He believed that from then on, their seven major sects would become the strongest sects in the entire illusory world.

How ridiculous...how ridiculous!

If they knew today, why did they have to do it at the beginning?

Qinglan's face suddenly paled for a moment, because at this moment, she suddenly remembered something that Sanqinggong and Qingluan had neglected for a long time——

That is, after the battle at Wuying Cliff, they once again counted Jun Muqian again.

The result of the calculation is that this person is no longer in this world.

After that, I didn't feel relieved, and I calculated it a few times, and it was still the same result.

Guessing, it is absolutely impossible to go wrong.

But now that Jun Muqian is alive, it proves...

She can actually influence the way of heaven!

Let God tell lies to protect her.

This is the only possibility.

The more Qinglan thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she murmured: "It shouldn't be, she obviously died young..."

"Boom boom boom!"

"Bang bang!"

"Crack——!"

The Lingdao City was still filled with the blasting sound of spiritual attacks.

Just listening to this voice, the spiritual cultivators could already imagine how tragic the results would be for the remaining sects.

Among them, many spiritual cultivators who came to participate in the Spiritual Dao Ceremony actually didn't know much about the pursuit at the beginning, and they didn't know how inhumane the destruction of the Mirror Moon Palace was.

In their view, the law of survival of the jungle is the law of the jungle.

As long as you are strong, you can forgive everything you do.

If you are destroyed, it is because you are weak and cannot blame others.

Jun Muqian's brutal killing made many spiritual practitioners angry.

"Isn't this too much?"

"Yes, yes, but it's just been hunted down for seven years, and they didn't die. Why do you want to kill so many people?"

"This woman is too narrow-minded. Brothers, you must remember that you must never mess with women...you!"

Lingxiu, who had just said these words in disdain, was horrified to find that his lifeblood had been locked.

At some point, the woman in purple had already returned to Lingdao City.

She is still in full bloom, and her body is not stained with dust.

When that beautiful face slightly bent down, Lingxiu couldn't help holding his breath, and didn't dare to blink his eyes.

But when he met those twinkling peach blossom eyes, his whole body trembled because of the fierce killing intent.

It's over, this monster is after him, he must be dying.

Lingxiu closed his eyes in despair, but to his surprise, the woman in purple didn't move anymore.

Jun Muqian looked at him condescendingly, but actually smiled: "You are an orphan, if someone poisons the master who raised you and passed on your cultivation, what should you do?"

The spiritual cultivator opened his eyes suspiciously, and said in a daze, "Being a teacher for one day, and being a father for the rest of your life, it is natural to take revenge, even if you die, you will have to take revenge!"

Jun Muqian raised his eyebrows, and said in a calm voice, "If someone kills your best friend, strips off the spirit veins, and feeds the corpse to dogs, what should you do?"

Hearing this sentence, an angry look appeared on the face of Lingxiu, and he said loudly: "I will treat him in a more cruel way!"

Jun Mu smiled lightly, his eyes were cold: "Then if someone kills tens of thousands of your comrades and drives you to a dead end, what should you do?"

Lingxiu was stunned.

"..."

There was a dead silence.

"In this world," Jun Muqian loosened his skirt, a sneering smile appeared on his lips, "but there is never any empathy."

The knife is not stuck in his body, and he will never know how painful it is.

If you want to empathize, you can only experience it yourself.

But this kind of pain, not everyone can endure it.

Originally, Jun Muqian also thought about it, just kill the people who chased her and the people who killed the disciples of Jingyue Palace.

Unexpectedly, after three hundred years, everyone in the seven major sects has sins on their hands.

Then, just kill it.

For these people, killing should stop killing!

Jun Muqian no longer looked at the silent crowd, she turned her head slightly, and her eyes fell on the masters of the seven sects, including Qinglan and Daowu.

In the eyes, there is an undisguised killing intent.

No matter how many mistakes the disciples of the seven major sects did, they were all led by these seven people.

She knew the dead Qingluan very well, and generally would not do treacherous things.

But Qinglan's junior sister, Qinglan, is also ruthless.

Just because he fell in love with the number one son of the Eastern Region, he killed many girls.

Jun Muqian brows were filled with coldness, and as soon as he raised his slender legs, he walked towards the seven people.

Dao Wu was most afraid of the woman in purple. Seeing this, he yelled like crazy: "Jun Muqian, don't come here! Don't come here!"

Qinglan's face turned pale and her lips trembled.

Others were not much better off.

Seeing the woman in purple getting closer and closer, Dao Wu's last nerve was crushed, and he let out a heart-piercing cry.

He fell to the ground suddenly, and began to kowtow crazily: "No...it's not my fault! Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

"I'm just following orders. If I don't obey, I will definitely die. My lord, you have a lot of people, please let me go!"

backbone?

In the face of death, he can throw away everything.

"Let it go?" Jun Muqian paused, and gently repeated these two words.

"Yes, let it go!" Dao Wu's eyes burst out with hope, "It's all Yun Luoran, it's all her! She is the mastermind, Lord Master, as long as you let me go, I will do nothing for Dao Wu in the future." You follow suit."

"Very good suggestion." Jun Mu smiled slightly, and she asked again in an extremely soft and gentle tone, "But did you ever think about letting Jingyue Palace go?"

"Have you thought about letting go of my master?"

"Have you thought about letting me go?"

Dao Wu couldn't say a single word for the three questions.

let go?

Of course it is impossible to let go!

They can't let the female sect of Jingyue Palace continue to flourish and step on their heads.

They couldn't bear it either. Jun Muqian, who was extremely talented, would one day be better than them.

Dao Wu's hands trembled, and his body trembled like a sieve, obviously frightened to the extreme.

They won't let Jun Muqian go, will Jun Muqian let them go?

retribution……

Everything is retribution!

They failed to completely deal with Jun Muqian, which meant that they would be the ones who were dealt with in the future!

Nemesis.

It's not that I didn't report, the time has not yet come.

Dao Wu couldn't help laughing miserably, all the light in his eyes dimmed, and he became numb again.

Die, die.

Anyway, the Dao Temple has been destroyed, and the backing he can rely on is gone.

The Dao Temple has been inherited for hundreds of thousands of years, and it was destroyed in his hands, in his greed and selfishness. He has no face to face his ancestors who have already passed away.

Jun Muqian showed no mercy, and raised his hand, using spiritual power in his palm.

To be kind to your enemies is to be cruel to yourself.

The seven major sects can be completely destroyed.

However, just when Jun Muqian was about to kill Dao Wu, suddenly!

A blood-colored figure suddenly rushed towards her, and without knowing where the strength came from, he hugged her leg.

Immediately afterwards, there was a mournful and miserable cry, which was extremely ear-piercing.

"Sister Jun... Sister Jun, you are back. I miss you so much, Sister Jun. You don't even know how I got here all these years, Sister Jun."

Yun Luoran cried extremely sadly, as if she was not lying at all: "Sister Jun, I am sister Ran, look at me, we were good sisters at that time, you played the piano, I painted, and we stayed by the master's side together... ..."

As he spoke, Yun Luoran noticed that the purple-clothed woman's body seemed to have relaxed, and a gleam flashed in her eyes.

It's now!

It's over, good night!

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