There are no accidents.

The palm of the **** blasted Chen Daoming.

A wave of black energy, with the power to corrupt the soul, enveloped Chen Daoming in an instant.

"Jie Jie..."

Xie Feng let out a strange laugh, and his voice was full of contempt.

However, he smiled and froze in place.

Heiqi evaporates after encountering Chen Daoming's hat and fur clothes.

Chen Daoming's body couldn't be reached at all.

"Sure enough!"

Chen Daoming's eyes shone brightly, and his gratitude was beyond words.

"My son, it turns out that everything is fine for you, but I'm so dull, I didn't understand it until now!"

Chen Daoming's body trembled slightly with excitement.

"This is impossible!"

The evil sealing voice awakened Chen Daoming.

"Ha ha……"

Chen Daoming smiled coldly, looking at Xie Feng as if looking at a dead person, "Xie Feng, today you will definitely die!"

"Little baby, just rely on you?"

After Xie Feng finished speaking, he took out a black long staff and pointed at Chen Daoming, "Since you can't get your body, then you will be destroyed!"


There was a howl.

The black air surged, forming a storm in the blink of an eye.


The surrounding trees were uprooted and turned into debris.

The ground was torn apart layer by layer, blending with the storm.

A scene of horror destroys the world.

This storm is rushing.

In an instant, he wrapped Chen Daoming.

"Little baby, die!"

A cruel smile appeared on Xie Feng's face.


Only the sound of the howling of the storm is left.

a long time.

Calm was restored for four weeks.

Within 100 meters, it was moved to flat ground.

Xie Feng looked at Chen Daoming's direction and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"This must be a dream!"

Xie Feng rubbed his eyes with a look of disbelief.

I saw Chen Daoming standing in place, intact.

No trace of injury was left.

"How is it possible that a little doll of the Golden Core Realm could block my trick?"

"This must be a dream!"

Xie Feng's face was full of unwillingness.

"Haha, Xie Feng, do whatever you can do, otherwise, you won't have a chance." Chen Daoming said.

"Huh, it's up to you? If you don't believe me, you can still resist it!"

Next, Xie Feng used a trick.

Dark corpse explosion, soul-swallowing ghosts, night-killing...



Any means to hit Chen Daoming did not leave him any harm.

Xie Feng panted hard, looking at Chen Daoming, his face was full of jealousy.

"Xie Feng, the son has calculated everything, today is your death date!"

Chen Daoming picked up the long knife and stroked a handful of silver hair with a sneer.

"My son, what kind of son?" Xie Feng asked.

"Dead, you don't need to know!"

After speaking, Chen Daoming disappeared.

All around, the dead silence was restored.

Xie Feng's eyes swept around, and his mental strength was on high alert, "Boy, pretend to be a god, get out of my seat."

The answer to him was silence.

As if the whole world, he was alone.

"Impossible, how could it be possible for a little golden pill baby to have such a means, and even my spiritual knowledge can't be scanned."

"Where did he go?"

A wisp of sweat overflowed from Xie Feng's forehead, panicking.

"Hehe, here."


Behind him, there was a sound.

Xie Feng's scalp exploded, turned around and turned back, and at the same time his body retreated violently.



The sound of a knife thrust into the flesh and blood sounded.

Xie Feng stared at the long sword in his chest blankly, those gaps, as if he raised his mouth, laughing at him.


The long knife was withdrawn.


Xie Feng fell to the ground, looking at Chen Daoming, his face was full of unwillingness.

After a few strokes, there was no movement, and he couldn't stand his eyes.

Chen Daoming glanced at Xiefeng's corpse, with a sneer on his face, "The son has a magical calculation, you can't get through the sky with any means!"

"The young man's hat and fur clothes seem to be ordinary, but in fact they are extremely unusual!"

"Although I can't see the rank, it must not be an ordinary spirit weapon, it is probably a middle-grade spirit weapon!"

"Those who can refine middle-grade spirit weapons have extremely powerful souls! If this is the case, doesn't it mean that the young master is not at all in the virtual world, but in the Mahayana state?"

"Behind the son, the master of the sky, isn't it the old monster of crossing the catastrophe?"

One thought ends here.


Chen Daoming gasped.

Terrible, terrible.

Unexpectedly, a small repairer himself would get such a chance.

This is a blessing that has only been cultivated in a few lifetimes!

"The son gave me two middle-grade spirit weapons, which must be used to kill demons and slay demons. Since the evil things have been removed, I must return them to the son!"

"However, going to see the son with bare hands is really shameless!"

Chen Daoming's face was embarrassed.

"Don't worry, find something suitable, and then see the son."

Chen Daoming came back to his senses, his eyes swept.

It was discovered that the entire mountain gate of Tyrant Sword Sect had been moved to the ground, and now there was only one main hall left.

"I don't know what happened to Master? Are they okay?"

Chen Daoming hurried to the hall.

Pushing the door, it happened to see that dozens of people were wrapped in black air and were struggling to support them.

Chen Daoming threw the hat.


The hat whirled.


Strands of blue light shed like rain.

The blue light shrouded these people like nectar.

The black energy on them quickly dissipated.

Chen Daoming sighed after retracting the hat.

"With my current strength, I can only display one point of the power of this spiritual weapon at most. If it is held in the hands of the son, I am afraid it will destroy the world!"

Chen Daoming put the hat and the fur clothes away, and ran to an old man with white beard, "Master, how are you?"


The white-bearded old man opened his eyes, a touch of surprise appeared on his face, "Did you save us?"

Chen Daoming nodded and looked at the white-bearded old man, "Master, what is going on?"


The old man with white beard sighed heavily.

"The evil race is about to move."

"Our domineering sword sect was targeted by the human puppet clan. That evil seal is not easy. Did he escape?" the white-bearded old man asked.

"He is dead!" Chen Daoming said.


Everyone was shocked, even the old man with white beard was surprised.

"You killed it?" the white-bearded old man asked.

"En." Chen Daoming nodded.


Everyone took a breath, their faces full of unbelief.

"Disciple, how is this possible?" the white-bearded old man asked.

"Master, I was instructed by a senior who gave me two treasures so that I can kill these evil things!"

"However, the senior, please don't let me tell who he is, please forgive me!" Chen Daoming said.

Hearing these words, everyone nodded secretly.

"Hey, such trivial matters, why don't you understand it! Disciple, you saved the entire sect! You should be the lord of the sect!" said the old white beard.

"How can this be? Sect Master Qi is taking good care of him!" Chen Daoming said.

A middle-aged man walked out and clasped his fists respectfully, "The swordsman has outstanding talents and saved the entire sect from fire and water. I am willing to pass on the position of the lord to him, everyone, do you have any objections?"


No one objected.

Xiaozongmen is so simple.

"Meet the Sect Master!"

Except for the white-bearded old man, the others knelt down in front of Chen Daoming, showing respect.

Chen Daoming stood there blankly, with incredible surprise on his face.

Just because he saved everyone, he became the sovereign?

"Disciple, since you are the Sect Master, you should keep this five-color **** lotus!"

The white-bearded old man took out a dazzling lotus flower and handed it to Chen Daoming.

As soon as this thing came out, the surroundings exclaimed.

"Zongzun actually took out the treasure of Zhenzong."

"This is a middle-grade elixir, I can see it in my lifetime."

Chen Daoming picked up the five-color **** lotus, his mind turned sharply.

"This is a middle-grade elixir!"

"The son may not be able to see it, at least he can get it!"

Chen Daoming's eyes sparkled.

"Disciple, there is one month left, it is the Yangzhou Zongmen Grand Competition, everything depends on you!" said the white-bearded old man.


Chen Daoming was speechless for a while, letting himself be the lord, it turned out to be this plan.

"Zongmen Grand Competition, it seems that there are also rewards, which can be given to the son!"

Chen Daoming nodded secretly, "Master, don't worry, this time, the Overlord Sect will become an eighth-class sect!"


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