Chapter 1751

When the smoke and dust dissipated, everything returned to calm, Gu Qing was completely fried into a pool of flesh and blood, and there was no breath.

Gu Qing, who is strong in position, will die!

Some of the nearby monks who always use their mental strength to investigate this scene, watching this scene, fell into a complete shock.

No one thought that Gu Qing was really killed. Gu Qing, who was a powerful person, died in the hands of a descendant on the ninth floor of xuanjing.

They know, xuantianmen, it's over.

With the fall of the three elders and Gu Qing, Xuantian goalkeeper has completely become the past, and the glory no longer exists.

Wang Fan looked at Gu Qing, who had been blasted into a pool of flesh and blood. He took out several pills and swallowed them. Then he picked up song Rumei and ran to xuantianmen sect.

If you cut the grass but don't get rid of the roots, the spring wind will blow again.

Since he's offended, he won't leave any trouble. At least the core of Xuantian sect, the people with ancient surnames, must die.

In the Xuantian gate, those elders who have been using their mental energy to investigate the situation have already known that the patriarch Gu Qing was killed.

A touch of bitterness appeared in the corners of their mouths, almost without hesitation. After taking off their xuantianmen clothes, they fled from xuantianmen.

Those who saw this scene, no exception, also took off the clothes of xuantianmen disciples and left with them.

No one wants to die. No one wants to be killed. Now the patriarch Gu Qing has died. If they stay here, they will die.

At this time, they all have some regret, regret to kill those innocent people, thus causing such a disaster, but unfortunately, regret is no longer meaningful.

When Wang Fan and Wang Fan came to Xuantian gate, they already saw that most of the elder disciples of Xuantian gate were running away.

Those people are aware of the arrival of Wang Fan, a strong fear emerges on their faces, and they run faster.

Even some of the less daring ones went down to their knees and cried out, "please forgive me, sir. I have quit the Xuantian gate. Since then, I have nothing to do with the Xuantian gate. Please forgive me, sir."

Wang Fan didn't pay attention to these people. Instead, he flashed to the deep of Xuantian gate.

He can see at a glance that these disciples are not the core of Xuantian sect, and they are not strong enough, so he plans to let them go.

What he really cares about is those tough disciples with ancient surnames.

Wang Fan galloped all the way, and soon came to the depth of the sect. At a certain moment, his figure suddenly stopped.

In front of him, there were eight people.

These eight people, six men and two women, are not very old.

In addition to the fact that two of them have reached the Ninth level of xuanjing, the remaining six are from the fifth level to the seventh level.

At this time, the eight people were clenching their fists, staring at Wang Fan bitterly, with a strong and extreme sense of killing in their eyes.

They looked like demons, as if they wanted to eat Wang Fan's bones, drink Wang Fan's blood and swallow Wang Fan's flesh.

They are the core of xuantianmen, the real core. Xuantianmen is their home, and GuQing is their elder.

But Wang Fan killed Gu Qing and nearly destroyed Xuantian gate. How can they not hate Wang Fan?

One of the nine layer youth of xuanjing stares at Wang Fan, and the red blood drops have been scattered in his clenched fists.

He bit his teeth, word by word, "Wang Fan, you kill my Lord, destroy my clan, this hatred is not common! Even if we die, we will fight with you to get revenge! "

He said sadly and indignantly, suddenly, his whole body was full of spirit, and his body was in a flash, and he had already attacked Wang Fan crazily.

As he approached Wang Fan, a golden sword flashed out of his hand. With a wave of his right hand, the sword immediately took off and sent out a bright golden light, shooting at Wang Fan.

Wang Fan looked at the scene, his face unchanged, and his aura curled wildly. With a flash of his right hand, he took out the shadow knife and waved at the golden sword.

There was a local noise. Under the fury, the golden sword was blown away and fell to the ground.

Wang Fan sneered, but he struck again.

The bright knife awn suddenly burst out, and quickly went to the youth. Just for a moment, it was already close to the youth's chest.

The jet of red blood kept on, and the youth could not help retreating. At last, he could not help but fell to the ground.

But before his consciousness fell into darkness, he heard Wang Fan's indifferent voice, "Gu Heng provoked me first, so I killed Gu Heng."

"If you want to avenge Gu Heng, you can come to me directly. Why do you want to kill innocent people indiscriminately and implicate them?"

"Since you xuantianmen can kill innocent people indiscriminately and wantonly, I can also kill all the people of xuantianmen."

"I can only blame you for being too domineering. You are to blame for all this. "

Wang Fan said indifferently, the line of sight has looked at the other seven people.

The seven people looked at Wang Fan, the hatred in their eyes slightly dissipated, and their expressions became a little complicated.They have no nonsense, one after another light ha, body shape a flash, killed Wang Fan together.

In a roaring sound, a few minutes later, a group of seven people, all died. Ten minutes later, Wang Fan walked out of Xuantian gate calmly.

In his hands, in addition to eight more storage bags, there are also three more space rings.

In that space ring, there is the accumulation of Xuantian gate for nearly a hundred years.

At this point, xuantianmen was completely destroyed. The sect, which was still the overlord one day ago, completely became the past and disappeared.

Not long after Wang Fan left, countless monks rushed into Xuantian gate and began to search.

After all, this is a hundred year old school. Even though most of the resources in the school have been taken away by Wang Fan, there are still many remnants. Those remnants are still rare wealth for them.

Wang Fan ignored these things, but left Xuantian city.

After training outside for half a month, he took song Rumei to Bitu city.

Since Xuantian city is only a small city, there is no transmission array or warship from here, so Wang fan can only go to Bitu city.

Wang Fan's eyes are chilly when he thinks about Bitu city.

He is still worried about being chased and killed that day and escaping into the thick fog forest.

If he didn't go back to Bitu, he would have tolerated it for a while. But since he wanted to go back, he naturally intended to get some justice back.

Ten days later, Wang Fan and song Rumei returned to Bitu City safely.

Just two people haven't had time to go in, Wang Fan's brow couldn't help but tightly wrinkling.

At this time, the city of Bitu had already lost its glory of that day. The gate of the city collapsed and was in a state of disrepair. On the ground, there are countless terrible ravines. Obviously, there have been terrible battles here.

As for the city of BIDU, it is even more dilapidated and in a mess.

There is no past prosperity, there is no past glory, there are just countless monks looking for cultivation resources.

Wang Fan looked at this scene, can not help but some consternation, if not he believes that he will never go the wrong way, he may think he came to the wrong place.

He could not believe that in such a short period of time, the once prosperous city of Bitu had turned into such an appearance.

Song Rumei also stupidly looked at this scene, the heart is extremely shocked.

After a simple look change, they entered the capital city. Wang Fan's mental power swept around crazily and soon ran in the same direction.

After a few breaths, he came to a young man who was constantly looking for something on the bones on the ground and asked politely,

"elder martial brother, please, what's going on here? How can it be like this?"