Ancient Immortal Doctor Lin Caihan

A few minutes later, tens of millions of infected monks were led by a figure to the front of Alandao's ancestral court.

The Gorefiend looks hideous.

He looked at a figure in front of him with cold eyes and said, "Are you Zhao Yang, the Chief Pavilion Master of the Alchemy Path?"

"Yes."

"I couldn't kill you back then, but I didn't expect to make you famous." The blood demon said with some sighs.

"Actually, you should be glad you didn't kill me back then, otherwise you wouldn't have had the chance to escape back then." Zhao Yang said frankly.

After all, Zhao Yang has a token on him.

"But that's not important anymore." Gorefiend said indifferently, "You can't survive today."

"Do you think these guys you infected can do anything to get us?" Zhao Yang tore up the decree Martin gave him.

When Martin's figure appeared in the midair, at the same time Serxi and other real immortals also appeared in the midair one after another.

Looking at the figures of the ten real immortals and hundreds of false immortals, the Blood Demon showed a sneer on his face, "Zhao Yang, do you think these decrees can do nothing to win me?"

Zhao Yang was stunned.

Could it be that this blood demon still has some trump cards?

"Kill." The next moment, the gorefiend tore through the space, and hundreds of figures walked out of the space.

Those figures are already getting old, but the aura on them is still majestic.

"Sinful Immortal." Zhao Yang's face suddenly changed.

"The blood demon even infected the real immortal." The blue crucian carp's face became ugly.

The real immortals on that island have fallen a lot over the years, and there are only hundreds of old people who have been half buried in the ground, but who would have thought that the blood demon would take advantage of the loopholes.

"This is tricky."

"We're done."

"Damn the blood fiend."

When the hundreds of true immortals rushed towards Martin and the others, tens of millions of figures infected by the blood demon also rushed towards the alchemy ancestral court.

kill!

At this point there is nothing left to say.

When the two forces collided, Zhao Yang found himself locked by the blood demon.

"You have no chance to escape this time." Gorefiend looked at Zhao Yang and said.

"I never thought of running away." Zhao Yang walked towards the blood demon while talking.

"You are very kind." A look of interest appeared on the face of the Gorefiend.

Not everyone has the courage to take the initiative to attack themselves.

"Do you know that I have been waiting for this day for a long time." Zhao Yang said with a slight smile.

"Huh?" At the moment when the Gorefiend was stunned, Zhao Yang suddenly experienced an earth-shattering fluctuation.

Auspicious lights bloomed from his body.

The light of auspiciousness is mighty and mighty, scattered in all directions.

Both parties who were fighting looked at Zhao Yang in astonishment.

"True fairy."

"When did Zhao Yang set foot on the True Immortal?"

"However, the true immortal Zhao Yang became seems to be stronger than the ancestor."

Just as the blue crucian carp and others were puzzled, Zhao Yang's big hand grabbed the blood demon's throat.

Gorefiend struggled desperately.

His eyes were full of fierceness, "I didn't expect you to hide such a method, but so what? As long as I have a drop of blood, I can be resurrected."

"Doesn't it feel good to resume cultivation?" Zhao Yang said lightly, "Besides, I don't think you have any reservations outside."

Speaking of this, the Gorefiend's eyes revealed a look of astonishment.

He didn't expect that Zhao Yang would see through him.

"Explode." Just when he was about to explode, Zhao Yang's divine sense turned into a shocking sword and cut off his soul.

At the same time, flames surged from the Gorefiend's body.

In just a few breaths, it was completely burnt.

After solving the blood demon, Zhao Yang rushed towards a nearby sin fairy.

The strength of this Sin Immortal is really not good, his strength is probably in the middle of the decree created by the True Immortal Realm and the False Immortal.

But even so, it still caused a lot of trouble for the Jinxian clan.

"If you don't want to die, you can use all the decrees you have hidden." Zhao Yang roared down after killing a sinful fairy, "The blood demon is dead, we just need to kill all the infected people now. Kill him, and the disaster of the blood demon will disappear."

The leaders of the major forces such as the blue crucian carp pondered for a moment and tore apart one decree after another.

It's not that Zhao Yang didn't know that the blue crucian carp and other major forces were hiding their trump cards, so Zhao Yang also pretended to be working hard and killed a sinful immortal with difficulty.

Zhao Yang's original intention was to weaken the Jinxian clan.

It seems that now his goal has been achieved.

After this battle, there are only a few million people left in the Jinxian clan, and their strength is not even one-tenth of the peak period.

As time goes by, the casualties of the Kinsen clan intensify.

"Why are you still hiding it?"

"I don't believe that there are only a few decrees in your hands?"

"If the Jinxian family is gone, what's the use of keeping the decree?"

Under the accusations of some small and medium-sized forces, the major ethnic groups had to come up with some decrees again.

After killing hundreds of infected sinners, the next battle will be simple.

The real immortals spared their hands, no matter how fierce they were, they still fell in large numbers.

"Taking advantage of this time, the masters of real immortals will inspect the entire territory of the Jinxian clan, and if they encounter monks, they will all be sent here." Zhao Yang continued to order.

A dozen figures left immediately.

They searched the entire territory of the Jinxian clan like a plow.

As long as they meet monks, they will be sent here immediately.

These dozen or so guys knew very well what this search meant, so they searched three times in a row at any cost before giving up.

In order to be safe, Zhao Yang transformed himself into a true immortal-level battle force, and he went back to the alchemy main pavilion after inspecting it three times.

"Now the entire Jinxian clan is safe, and you can return to your ancestral home." Zhao Yang announced in the Alchemy General Pavilion.

The major forces could not help sighing.

With wry smiles on their faces, they staggered away.

"Chief Pavilion Master, the number of Jinxian clan is less than 200 million now." Long Jun felt his heart ache when he said this number.

"Less than 200 million?" Zhao Yang was stunned.

This number was beyond his expectation.

In his impression, there must be at least 300 million left.

"If it weren't for the selfishness of each clan, the Jinxian clan would never have died so many." Lan crucian carp said leisurely, "Of course our Lan family is also selfish."

Zhao Yang couldn't say anything about it.

"Zhao Yang, will we really be branded as prisoners when we go to Xianyu in the future?" Lan Qingqing asked at this time.

Zhao Yang nodded.

"The only way to wash away the fairy blood in our body?"

"Not bad." Zhao Yang looked at Lan Qingqing and said, "But do you have the courage?"

"After returning to the Lan family, I will wash away the blood of the immortal clan." Lan crucian carp looked at Zhao Yang and said, "Zhao Yang, let's meet in the fairyland."