Yang Junshan didn't know the situation in the cultivation world of Jiutian World at this time, and naturally he didn't know that someone was already preparing to deal with him in the Devil's Cry Gorge.
However, Yang Junshan's vigilance was instinctively triggered when he saw two Taoists, Xie Guang and Tie Xun, entering the depths of Devil's Cry Gorge.
However, at this time, even if Yang Junshan knew that there would be danger inside, he would not be able to withdraw. What's more, based on the two Lei Jie Taoists just now, to be honest, Yang Junshan really didn't take them seriously.
As he went deeper into the Ghost Crying Gorge, Yang Junshan gradually discovered that this canyon was not actually just one, but was divided into many forked roads in the middle. Some were just a few stone pillars, and some were just a few stone walls. Although it was roughly The direction is correct, but this dense fork will still make the entire canyon look more mysterious and dangerous.
The invisible wind is getting stronger. Along the way, Yang Junshan has noticed that several monks who have just entered the Taoist realm are hiding in different locations. They are using the wind essence here to temper their bodies. However, looking at the pain on most people's faces, Obviously this tempering process does not make people feel relaxed.
Some people also noticed that Yang Junshan was walking along a fork in the road as if nothing had happened. However, most people quickly looked away after seeing it, with fear flashing in their expressions, and even those with keen senses showed signs of palpitations. color.
Being able to penetrate such a distance into the Devil's Cry Gorge and still be able to exist so easily and leisurely as if strolling in the garden, there are usually only two situations, one is the arrival of a truly powerful person, and the other is, look. Yang Junshan's somewhat youthful appearance seems to be a dandy from some powerful family. He stole some rare treasures that could provide shelter from the wind, and came to the Devil's Crying Gorge to hunt for them!
If it’s really the latter—
Yang Junshan stopped and frowned slightly as he looked at the two Taoist monks from the Nine Heavens World who blocked him in a narrow valley one after another.
"Hey, kid, which family are you from? The wind-proofing treasure on your body is pretty good. Even the cultivation level is hidden so that no one can see it. How about you show the treasure so that my two brothers can open their eyes?"
The person standing in front of Yang Junshan had a purple face and suddenly looked as if he had been poisoned. However, this person's green eyes with a cold air were impressive.
Yang Junshan looked at the two reckless Qingyun realm monks in front and behind him. He was secretly thinking about how to deal with these two people without disturbing too many people, but he said perfunctorily: "Treasure? What treasure?" ? Is there any treasure I need to rely on to come here?"
In fact, as long as Yang Junshan shows his cultivation, his identity as a Taoist cultivator in the Huangting realm is enough to scare the shit out of the two of them. However, the existence of a Huangting realm, even if it appears anywhere in the Zhoutian world, is enough to scare the two of them. It has aroused the vigilance of all forces, not to mention that in the Jiutian World whose overall strength is far inferior to Zhoutian World, Huang Ting Taoist cultivator is a rare existence. Once Yang Junshan exposes his cultivation, I am afraid that it will not soon arouse the attention of interested people. Note that this way, his identity may become more difficult to hide.
"Hey, kid, stop pretending, be smart, and don't make your Second Master An angry, otherwise I'll use your Second Master's 'Eighteen Skills of Wind and Poison' on you, and I'll make sure you can't live without dying!"
The monk behind him also had a bruised face, but was shorter and had green hair.
Yang Junshan smiled slightly at this time and said, "Brother An? How can you two be sure that I have the wind-preventing treasure in my body?"
"Stop talking nonsense. The two masters of your An family don't have time to argue with you. Since you don't want to take it, it's the same thing for your second master to get it myself. Boss, you can grab the formation for me!"
The "Second Master An" behind him seemed to be impatient. As soon as he finished speaking, a green and poisonous wind blew up and rushed towards Yang Junshan.
The monk in front, known as the "boss", frowned and said in a deep voice: "Let's make a quick decision. Let's leave as soon as we get the things. Don't let anyone else touch you."
After saying that, he waved his sleeves with both hands, and a thick plume of blue-purple mist spread out to both sides of the valley, instantly covering a hundred feet in radius, allowing people to see clearly what was going on, even if they were listening. The monks who noticed the movement would never dare to rush into this poisonous mist.
Boss An finished all this with ease and was about to take action when he suddenly realized something was wrong. Since the second brother had already taken action, how could he be so quiet
"Looking at how methodical and skillful you are, I guess you brothers have done this kind of thing a lot, right?"
A calm voice came slowly, but in an instant it was like a thunderous drum, so that Mr. An almost jumped up in shock.
But he saw that An Laoer, who had been shouting and killing just now, was now being tightly grasped by Yang Junshan's outstretched arms. An Laoer's hands desperately wanted to pry his fingers away, but they were like worms. It was like shaking a tree, and because Yang Junshan was already tall, even raising his arms flat was enough to make An Laoer's feet lift off the ground and keep fluttering.
When Boss An saw this, cold sweat suddenly poured down his face. Instead of immediately taking action to save his brother, he stood there motionless and said in a deep voice: "My brother is blind, and he deserves it for offending the master." , I just hope that senior can be merciful and let my brother live, and An Dapu will repay the favor!"
An Dapu understood very well that his brother's life seemed to be in danger, but he was still a cultivator. As long as the person in front of him didn't crush his brother's neck, his life would not be in danger.
However, a person who didn't care about the poisonous magical power practiced by their brother and could capture his brother alive in an instant was not a being that the two brothers could provoke.
But this time, the two of them were blindly put on the iron plate. They couldn't blame others, and naturally they had to bear the consequences themselves.
It's not that An Dapu doesn't want to escape. Firstly, it's because his brother is still in the hands of his opponent. Secondly, he knows very well that he can't escape at all in front of this person.
When Yang Junshan saw the man in front of him looking like he was being slaughtered, he naturally didn't believe that it was because of the deep brotherhood between the two. It was obvious that An Dapu knew that he had provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked, so instead of struggling in vain, On the contrary, it is better to die openly, at least the death will look better.
At this moment, a thought suddenly flashed through Yang Junshan's mind. In An Dapu's anxious eyes, he saw the person in front of him suddenly smiled slightly, and his outstretched palm suddenly loosened, and his dick fell out of the air. Fell to the ground.
"Second brother, how did you—"
"Cough, cough, cough, boss, this person is not afraid of our wind poison!"
Before An Dapu finished speaking, An Laoer, who had fallen to the ground, stood up while coughing, and at the same time, these words came out of his mouth.
When An Dapu saw that his brother was fine, he turned around and looked at the person who had made the two brothers a prey to the sword. However, he saw that after the person retracted his arm, his palms were already stained with a layer of cyan at a casual glance. .
That layer of cyan should be the natal wind poison that his brother had cultivated. An Lao'er was captured before, but because the two sides were in contact, An Lao'er naturally had to use a mouthful of poison that he had cultivated for hundreds of years to attack the opponent. in vivo perfusion.
Could it be that that person was still poisoned by his brother's natal poison
However, as soon as this thought flashed, An Dapu saw a scene that made his heart tremble.
But he saw Yang Junshan frowning and looking at the green wind poison on his hands, his expression seemed to be slightly disgusted, and then he flicked his palm casually, and then, Mr. An saw a faint green mist surging in his bowels, that It is a poison that almost kills anyone who touches it
It was thrown out like dust, and the skin of the palm returned to its original color!