Chapter 471 (1/2)
Raise your hand and destroy Qingcheng.
The news spread and shocked the whole country.
Since then, among the four sects and three sects, Qingcheng was removed and only three remained.
At the same time, the owners of the Song family and a large number of elites died, their vitality was greatly damaged, and the door was full of plain chimera.
It was night, and countless people were still raising their hands for Lin Hao's move to destroy Qingcheng, either dejected or yearning for Lingnan.
”Kill!”
”Kill!”
”Hahaha, song Wuke, you also have today!”
”Good and evil are rewarded. It's not a failure. The time has not come. I'll calculate the revenge one by one today!”
”All the men are killed, and all the women are free to enjoy, ha ha!”
“……”
The Song family residence is full of ferocious smiles and flames.
Song Jiaxiong has lived in the south of the five ridges for thousands of years. Over the long years, the people and forces he has offended are unknown, and the massacre of the family is common.
Before that, everything could only be endured, and no one dared to confront the Song family head-on.
Now, song Tianyang, the master of the Song family, and many elites of the Song family died in a battle. In this case, there is a deep blood feud. If not, when?
Jianghu is so cruel that the law of the jungle does not exist.
When the Song family was strong, they naturally did whatever they wanted and had no scruples!
Now the Song family building is going to collapse, the natural wall is falling, people are pushing, and people are rebelling against their relatives!
It was that night that the Millennium family was set on fire.
The Song family shed all their blood and tears. Finally, when the sun rises on a new day, there are only messy bricks and rubble on the ground.
The news of the collapse of the Song family spread, and there was another uproar.
In just one day, there was Qingcheng first, and then the Song family. Between rise and fall, between survival and death, the speed of change was lamentable and amazing.
One day, two days
Three days later, the former site of Qingcheng sect,
”Headmaster, in front is the Mountain Gate of secular Qingcheng sect!”
”The secular air is still too dirty for us to stay for a long time.”
”The environment is still good, with green mountains and green water and green trees!”
”Don't worry, immortal. Dare to be the enemy of Qingcheng Mountain and challenge the authority of the immortal world. We won't spare him!”
“……”
The sky is clear and clear. Under the blue sky and white clouds, a group of fairies, swords or wind, come quietly.
These are the leaders of the demon killing alliance. The leader is immortal Chang Yu, the leader of the immortal Qingcheng Mountain sect.
Behind him, there are several elders of Qingcheng Mountain, several leaders of small and medium-sized sects, and several heads of large and small aristocratic families.
Like visiting, the atmosphere between the arrays is very relaxed.
They didn't care about Lin Hao, the enemy they faced this time, and despised him in their hearts.
Immortal Chang Yu is the same!
After careful investigation, he determined that Lin Hao was a friar and a strong friar.
But so what?
Can it be stronger than Qingcheng Mountain?
Can you be stronger than him, immortal Chang Yu?
No matter how strong it is, it can be stronger than the demon killing alliance composed of many strong people in the eternal world?
impossible!
Therefore, in his eyes, Lin Hao is just a dead man.
Maybe this man's struggle will cause some trouble to the demon killing alliance, but he will die in the end.
Finally, the only winner will be Qingcheng Mountain!
However, the reality always makes people want to cry.
A group of people were very surprised that they did not see the magnificent temples of Qingcheng sect among the peaks.
What about Qingcheng sect?
Where are the buildings of Qingcheng sect?
Are you in the wrong place?
It's not right. There's still a memory. It's clearly the place where secular Qingcheng is stationed!
With this doubt, they soon flew to the former site of Qingcheng sect.
Then, a cloud rage soared into the sky!
”Lin Hao, I will never die with you in Qingcheng Mountain...”
……
”Ah, cut...”
The South China Sea, noon, the sound of waves, the sound of seabirds.
On the white and slightly hot beach, under the sunshade, Lin Hao was squinting in the recliner and suddenly sneezed.
Hearing the sound, aunt Tang was surprised. She quickly sat up and asked, ”what's the matter? Is she catching a cold?