Chapter 151: The End of the Nest
The two black priests performed a secret spell, and a huge fire snake appeared behind one of them, with fire falling in all directions like a falling star.

The other person was surrounded by black air, enveloping him. The black air was shaped like a bat and as big as a cow, rushing towards him.

When the two demon beasts appeared, the hearts of the surrounding monks were trembling. Although they had never seen these things before, they all sensed an extremely dangerous aura at the same time. It was a pressure from the soul.

"After the Immortal Ancients, the King of All Beasts has been destroyed for many years. What's the point of summoning its form? I will suppress you with the Taoism of the human race."

Zhou Tianzheng waved his right hand, and the huge sword in the blood pool quickly shrank and turned into a pitch-black sword body that was seven or eight feet tall. It spun around and came to Zhou Tianzheng, and was held in his palm.

In the distance, the disciples of the sect looked over. Very few of them had seen Zhou Tianzheng take action, so seeing him wielding a giant sword that was taller than a man, they were indescribably shocked.

A snake and a bat attacked, but Zhou Tianzheng did not dodge. He swung his giant sword and swept the sharp blade. The two transformed monsters exploded. The horse-faced man coughed up blood and retreated. The ox-faced man flew out from the black bats and was knocked back to his original form in one move.

A moment later, a rumbling sound came from behind, and the sword energy was so powerful that a mountain was flattened.

Seeing this scene, all the believers turned pale. How could they fight like this? Then they saw that the leader of the Southern Sect was also gone. He slipped away almost at the moment of the fight.

withdraw!
All the believers were fleeing, scattering in all directions.

Zhou Tianzheng didn't chase after him, because a huge brush appeared and lightly drew a line in the air, and the character "一" appeared, like a sword.

With a hissing sound, the "one" character split into two, then three, and finally into tens of millions, shooting in all directions.

The golden sword light accurately hit the fleeing cultist and nailed him to the wall.

Some people used magic weapons to block it, but it was ineffective. The golden sword light was indestructible and pierced through the magic weapons, nailing the people and the objects to the rock.

Some golden swords also flew away into the distance and disappeared into the mountains.

"Leave a few alive." Zhou Tianzheng reminded while fighting with the two black priests.

Zhong Haoran nodded, waved the huge brush in his hand, and came to a place ten miles away.

The battle went smoothly. Zhou Tianzheng and Zhong Haoran took care of all the people from the Pingtian Sect with just a few moves. The old woman from the Goddess Peak and Elder Shi stayed where they were, rescued hundreds of captives, and opened the restrictions on their bodies one by one.

"Thank you, Elder."

Those disciples narrowly escaped death, and the moment they saw the sect elders, they felt at ease and could not help but be inexplicably moved and burst into tears.

"Shut up, listen more and talk less."

Elder Shi's face was grim. He untied the chains, removed the restrictions on their cultivation, took out some pills and stuffed them into their mouths. His movements were quick and smooth.

In the open space, a ring of fire appeared on the ground and a hazy teleportation formation appeared.

"It can be passed on now." said the old woman from Shennv Peak.

"Let's go." Elder Shi threw all the disciples who had been released from the ban in, like throwing dumplings into the pot.

"Was it done by Senior Brother Chen Lang?" When it was the crazy monk's turn, he looked into the distance and asked.

"Yes." Elder Shi replied.

"I knew it." He was relieved. The female cultivator next to him also looked into the distance and smiled. When Lu Youzhi and some fellow disciples were scolding each other in the dungeon, they never doubted it.

How could someone who risked his life to save them betray the sect so easily? They just couldn't understand it.

Elder Shi breathed a sigh of relief only after hundreds of monks were teleported back, but his eyes were still stern because things were not over yet.

At this time, Chen Lang came back.

He walked back holding the incense burner with one foot. It was filled with various flags with the poles sticking out, like a bunch of skewers thrown into the trash can after a meal.

"Why are you sending her away so soon?" Chen Lang asked, before he had time to tease her.

"To prevent that person from appearing, I am an elder and have to be responsible for my disciples. Would I wander around like you?" Elder Shi said.

"That's a good point, but you also sent people from other sects back." Chen Lang said.

"..." Elder Shi paused for a moment and looked at the incense burner in Chen Lang's hand, "Are all their guys here with you?"

"Yes, all of them." Chen Lang weighed the incense burner and said, "Can what I did be considered the greatest merit?"

"What is the first merit?" "The Lotus Trial."

"We'll talk about it later." Elder Shi frowned. It was already this late, but he was still thinking about that crappy trial. He was really crazy.

"We can't wait, we have to do it now." Chen Lang said seriously.

"Of course." Granny Si smiled warmly, "I am in charge of the trial. If you want the first prize, then I will give it to you."

Chen Lang nodded silently.

"Can you give me the incense burner now?" Granny Si asked again.

Chen Lang did not return it immediately, "You can take the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but the incense burner is mine."

He still has a plan to implement, which is related to whether he can get a real banner.

As they were talking, the battle over there was over.

Zhou Tianzheng was holding a huge black sword and picking up a man. His black robe was torn and his mask was shattered. Through some fragments, he could be recognized as the horse priest.

He has an ordinary face, and no one knows why he is covering it up by wearing a mask.

As for the other, he was accidentally killed during the battle.

"Where is your organization's headquarters?" Zhou Tianzheng asked.

"There is no headquarters," said the horse priest.

"How many sects do you have? Do you know what artifacts the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls is refining?" Zhou Tianzheng asked again.

"I don't know."

"Hide again and I will search your soul." Zhou Tianzheng said coldly.

"bring it on."

Zhou Tianzheng nodded to Granny Si and grabbed the horse priest's hair. At the same time, a strange light appeared in Granny Si's eyes and she looked directly at him.

But after a moment, Granny Si lowered her head, and tears of blood flowed from Priest Ma's eyes, and he died.

"What's going on? Who set up the ban?" Zhou Tianzheng asked.

"Do not."

Granny Si shook her head. "He took the opportunity to commit suicide. He seemed to be relieved and didn't think about anything. I couldn't see it."

That's all I can do.

Zhou Tianzheng knew that this was a difficult matter. Granny Si could only see other people's thoughts, but these two people were in the middle stage of the Golden Core realm after all, so it was quite difficult to get them to cooperate honestly.

He really wanted to know what the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls was searching for souls everywhere and refining. This was a mystery to everyone, but if it took so much trouble, it must be something extremely terrifying.

"Is Zhong Haoran not back yet?" Granny Si suddenly asked.

With Elder Zhong's level of cultivation, it shouldn't be that slow.

……

In the distance, Zhong Haoran stepped on the cloud waves, looked at the Southern Sect Leader, and fell into a brief contemplation.

The leader of Tianjian Sect is also here.

The Southern Sect Leader looked at the two sincerely, "You should have seen what I have done over the years. You are all going to take action against the Pingtian Sect. Isn't it appropriate for me to be your internal supporter?"

His eyes were clear and his mind was empty, without any distracting thoughts.

Under the eyes of these two top masters of the continent, any strategy is meaningless.

(End of this chapter)