Although Di Hao's soul was very weak, after swallowing it, Wang Le read a lot of useful memories from it.

A peak martial arts powerhouse like Di Hao is simply a walking dictionary.

There are all secrets about the martial arts world, and even the top inheritance of the Qing Palace.

Although these things are of no use to Wang Le today and are useless, for the Nanhua Pavilion, which is in revival, it is like a long time of drought and a long time of drought, and it is hard to find it.

After all, Wang Le must solve the life and death crisis of the Burial Emperor Star, and he will leave this world sooner or later.

A blacksmith must be strong himself. If Nanhuaguan cannot become strong at that time, once Wang Le leaves, he will sooner or later be destroyed.

It is precisely because of this that Wang Le now considers improving the overall strength of Nanhuaguan as soon as possible.

The Qinggong's top martial arts inheritance can undoubtedly greatly enhance the foundation and strength of Nanhuaguan.

You know, if Wang Le is not counted as Wang Le, only Nanhua Blood Sword Han Ruoshui is a powerful person in the heavenly level.

In the next time, if Nanhuaguan cannot cultivate a large number of heavenly powerhouses, even if Wang Le can break the void, he will be unable to leave because he is worried about Nanhuaguan's safety.

As for cultivating peak martial arts powerhouses, this is obviously not something that can be achieved in a short period of time.

Fortunately, the old guy Xiao Zhixuan is here, so Wang Le is not very worried.

Of course, now is not the time to consider these things. Wang Le waved away all the distracting thoughts in his mind, and at the same time took out the artifact Fire Cloud Blood Sword from the Dharma Eye Space again.

Then Wang Le's heart moved, and he opened his eyes to the Qinggong Taoist temple on the ground and looked through.

Since we have said that we will destroy the entire Qing Palace, we cannot let go of the fish that misses the net, especially the heavenly powerful people in the temple.

As for the innocent people, jokes, since they embarked on this path of martial arts, then there is no innocent person.

Under the sword, there are no unjust souls!

Soon, Wang Le looked through every corner of the Qinggong Taoist temple through the Breaking Defiance Eye, especially those powerful heavenly powerhouses with powerful aura, and never let anyone go.

Then Wang Le, who was holding the Fire Cloud Blood Sword, no longer delayed, passed through the clouds from a height of thousands of feet, and flew straight to the Qinggong Taoist temple deep in the Wulian Mountains on the ground.

At the same time, Wang Le kept waving the artifact Fire Cloud Blood Sword that was holding tightly in his hand, and waved it one after another like a money-free one.

In a blink of an eye, Qinggong in the dojo saw dense purple-gold sword lights up and down, falling straight towards them like a meteor shower suddenly falling from the sky, and was immediately shocked.

Bang bang bang-

Boom boom boom boom-

Boom boom boom boom-

………

The continuous collision and bombardment sounded almost at the same time, and the mountain protection array that covered the entire Qinggong Taoist temple did not even last for a breath.

To be more precise, the transparent light shield presented by the mountain protection array was like paper-paste, and was directly smashed by hundreds of huge purple and golden sword lights falling from the sky.

The speed was so fast that the disciples of Qinggong in the temple had no time to react.

In an instant, hundreds of huge purple-gold sword lights fell from the sky and attacked without discrimination, directly submerging groups of disciples and disciples, as well as those continuous palaces and pavilions.

At this moment, most of the disciples and disciples in the temple didn't even have time to scream before their death, and were directly swallowed by the huge purple-gold sword light and turned into ashes.

The buildings in the dojo encountered the same fate and were directly destroyed by the purple-gold sword light.

However, there are also several buildings that should be very important, which set up protective covers at the moment when the purple-gold sword light came and sensed.

It also successfully resisted the attack of the purple-gold sword light, making the buildings in the array not as destructive as other palaces and pavilions.

Similarly, facing the countless purple and golden sword lights that ruined the world, there are still people who survived by chance and did not die on the spot.

Of course, all of these who survived by chance were heavenly powerhouses with strong cultivation.

Although Wang Le's cultivation strength is in the late stage of the Golden Pill, far better than these heavenly-level strongmen, he is ultimately a large-scale attack, and there will inevitably be unavoidable flaws and weaknesses.

These powerful people who can escape from death found a way out of it. Otherwise, they would have no way to escape in the face of such a powerful and god-like Wang Le, and they would have no way to escape and could only wait for death.

At this moment, the prosperous Qinggong Taoist temple completely turned into Shura Hell.

Countless palaces and pavilions have turned into ruins. Under the broken walls, there are bloodstains and broken corpses everywhere, one by one, sprinkling everywhere.

After these falling purple-gold sword lights finally disappeared, there were screams of disciples who had suffered heavy damage and were not dead in every corner.

One after another, it made the entire Qinggong Taoist temple even more gloomy and terrifying.

And at this moment, Wang Le, who fell from the sky into the Qinggong Taoist temple, was like a demon god patrolling around.

Next, Wang Le's figure kept appearing in the corners of the temple.

Every time he appears, a powerful man in the heavenly level was taken away.

During this period, Wang Le even added a sword to those disciples who had not yet died and were suffering from severe pain.

And this is also the only good deed that Wang Le can do for them.

In this continuous and ruthless killing process, Wang Le did not forget to break through the protective formations of those intact buildings.

Because in these buildings, there are also disciples who avoided the previous wave of purple and golden sword lights indiscriminately attacks.

While killing these Qinggong disciples, Wang Le did not forget to put the things stored in these buildings into the Dharma Eye space.

After all, these things can be placed in buildings that Qinggong attaches so much importance to, and they must be treasures and have great value.

For example, there are countless martial arts and secret techniques collected in the Sutra Pavilion.

Or there are countless cultivation resources, pills and magic weapons placed in the treasure house.

However, among these treasures, Wang Le only has more than a dozen top-quality source stones and three thunderstorm woods.

Apart from this, Wang Le has no interest in other things.

Of course, Wang Le, who was in the late stage of the Jindan stage, looked down on these treasures, and threw them all to Nanhuaguan at that time, and believed that Ji Yinzi and Ji Yang would definitely be ecstatic.

As time goes by, the pungent smell of blood in the air becomes heavier and heavier, which is simply disgusting.

Looking down from a high altitude, although there is no blood flowing into a river, the spots of blood are like the stars in the sky under the night sky, countless.

When Wang Le returned to the high altitude from the ground, his whole body was stained with blood, and his hair on his forehead was dripping.
Chapter completed!