Chapter 237: Hanging Pavilion!

Chapter 237 The Hanging Pavilion!
Amidst the ups and downs of the mountains, on a cliff, the buildings are stretched into pieces, majestic and majestic.
The night breeze was blowing, and a faint smell of medicine curled into the nose.
This place is called Hang Kong Pavilion.
It is the northern branch of Jiuding Mountain.
Jiudingshan is good at refining medicine and making pills, and there are many martial arts practitioners in Xuankong Pavilion every day, who come to seek medicine and seek pills.
Different from usual, the elixirs sold by Xuankong Pavilion recently include many poisons and poison pills.
At the foot of the mountain, there is also an army of a thousand people stationed. On the bright red flag, there is a big "Zhao" written on it.
This thousand-man army is the private army of the Zhao family.
The Zhao family ruled the army strictly. Even at night, this army never forgot to stay vigilant. The sergeants kept guard.
What is even more frightening is that the soldiers of this army are all composed of masters of Yuling body, and the generals of the army have all set foot on Hunyuan body.
This is an elite teacher and a tiger wolf teacher.
Even if it was the Zhao family who had made great military exploits, there was only one private army of this size.
This private army plundered countless wealth for the Zhao family and established a reputation.
In the night, the awakened figure appeared at the end of the horizon, walking step by step towards the Zhao family barracks.
With each step he fell, the next moment his figure appeared two hundred meters away.
In just a few moments, he came to the front of the Zhao Family Barracks.
"Enemy attack!"
"There is an enemy attack!"
At the guard post, the soldiers on guard were hissing and ringing the alarm bell.
Afterwards, countless figures rushed out of the barracks.
After a short while, this thousand-person private army was reorganized and stood in a neat line outside the barracks.
"kill!"
Thousands of soldiers roared together, their faces were solemn, and their killing sound shook the sky.
Soldiers in the army are very different from idle martial arts. This one-thousand-man division is neat and powerful.
If you let idle martial artists form an army, even if the number exceeds 10,000, it will not be the opponent of this army.
Even, they only need a charge to knock the opponent down.
"You are not the heroes who built the country and retreated the enemy."
"You are just eagle dogs of the Zhao family!"
"You guys, it!"
The indifferent voice of awakening spread far away.
Wow!
A huge lightning, like a giant centipede, covered the night sky.
At that moment, the sky and the earth were shining brightly.
With the help of this fleeting light, thousands of soldiers saw the figure standing hundreds of meters away, and those eyes were uncertain and indifferent.
His hands were slowly raised, and the power of horror like a torrent poured into the blood-red ancient sword in front of him.
The ancient sword buzzed and shook, and a thick black sword light escaped. Accompanied by a sword sound, the ancient sword suddenly rose from the ground and rushed into the sky in an instant.
"Crack!"
The night sky shook violently, as if torn apart, endless black raindrops surged out from the suspended ancient sword and fell rapidly downward.
"It's raining!"
"Why is this rain black."
"Ah... my hand."
"Chish!"
There were countless screams in the barracks below.
Every drop of rain contains unpredictable power, in various forms and impermanence.
Some raindrops fell on the ground, and the ground was suddenly blown into a deep pit. Some raindrops fell on the soldiers, and they suddenly evolved into sharp sword energy, which easily killed the latter.
Even the generals in the army, the powerhouses who stepped into the Hunyuan body, died without surprise.
After a while, when the ancient blood bird sword fell back into his awakened hand, he turned and walked up the mountain.
The military camp behind him was in a mess, completely reduced to ruins. In the ruins, there were countless limbs and arms broken, and blood gathered into a river. All the elite teachers of the Zhao family died, and none of them survived. They were completely wiped out.
On the cliff, the elders and disciples of Jiuding Mountain, standing under the eaves of the corridor, looked shocked, and their hearts turned overwhelming.
"The elite teachers of the Zhao family can't resist even a cup of tea."
"What kind of spirituality is that, and why is the power so terrible?"
In panic, the awakened figure rose from the ground and turned into a few afterimages in mid-air. When everyone saw a flower, he had already arrived in front of him.
"You refine the poison pills and sell them to other martial artists to hunt me down, and you also make a fortune from it."
"You guys, it too!"
The indifferent body is affected, and the death sentence is pronounced like a of death.
The awakening sword is facing the sky, the clothes are not windy, and the killing intent is rising steadily. Thousands of raindrops, centered on him, burst into the front and back ends.
Rumble!
The continuous buildings were bombarded into countless fragments and fell towards the cliff. The elders and disciples of Jiudingshan who were the first to bear the brunt were all torn to pieces without any surprise.
The massacre lasted for a full quarter of an hour, and everyone, including an elder of Jiudingshan with a mixed element and six layers, died, and even Xuankong Pavilion no longer existed.
"This is the fourth stronghold. Next, the goose will return to the customs!"
Wake up to the top of the mountain, looking into the distance, before flying down.
Seven days have passed since Song Qingyan and Ding Qiu were killed.
During this period of time, together with the hanging pavilion, awakened and wiped out the four strongholds of Jiudingshan, Zhuangjianmen, and Zhao Family, killing thousands of people and horses.
In addition, those Wu Xiu who searched for him everywhere were directly obliterated if they were hit by him.
These killings made his title of Great Demon King once again mentioned by people.
Compared with the original, it is more worthy of the name.
It is not that Jiudingshan, Zhanjianmen, and Zhao's family did not organize a counterattack. They were frantically looking for a resurrection.
However, with the awakening of soul perception, he can clearly control everything within ten miles. This allows him to seek good luck and avoid evil. If he does not want to be exposed, there is almost no way for others to detect his specific whereabouts.
Rock City!
Xiao Shandou did not leave, not only him, Tao Yaozhi and Zhao Ruifeng also came here.
Rock City has now become their base camp. Once there is news of awakening, they will rush over immediately.
"Report to the great elder, Xuankong Pavilion...Xuankong Pavilion is gone!" a disciple from Jiudingshan said nervously.
"Boom!"
Tao Yaozhi threw the tea cup in his hand directly to the ground, and yelled: "Trash, all are a bunch of trash!"
"Where is the elite teacher of my Zhao family?" Zhao Ruifeng hurriedly asked.
"It's gone, there is no life left." Jiudingshan disciple said.
"what?"
Zhao Ruifeng stood up, with murderous aura on his body, and roared: "Little beast, that is the private army that my Zhao family has spent countless efforts to cultivate...I want you to die without a place to be buried."
"Why can't I not wake up, why?"
"Could he still escape?"
"Find!"
"Dig three feet into the ground and find him too."