"Is there such a good thing?" Yang Junshan looked extremely surprised.
Lin Chengsi said: "We picked someone else's peaches. People from the Tianlang Sect and the Kailing Sect caught up with this convoy, and then chased and killed the monks from the Shaking Sky Sect who were escorting them. Only then did they let We are looking for an advantage, but just after we added these twenty carts to our fleet, people from the Kailing Sect and Tianlang Sect came back to kill us!"
Yang Junshan simply asked about the reason, and then hurriedly drove the magical weapon to the front of the convoy. Seeing the battle between the two sides at this time, Yang Junshan couldn't help but feel lucky secretly.
It can be said that the strength of the Heavenly Wolf Sect and Kailing Sect monks on the opposite side was originally superior to that of the Yang family. However, in the previous battle with the disciples of the Shaking Sky Sect, many people were injured, and the others were also different. Although the spiritual power was severely depleted, the two sides fought evenly from the beginning. Even as time went by and the spiritual power was further depleted, the Yang family side would gain the upper hand. This is why the Xishan Village side dared to fight to the death from the beginning. The reason for not retreating.
Yang Junshan secretly thought nonsense, this is not the territory of the Yang family now. With the stalemate in the occupation, the Yang family can certainly have the upper hand, but the monks from the two sects from other places can hear the news and come. Wouldn't it be self-surrender at that time? A snare
Yang Junshan held Li Jing and waved it towards one of the two Dzogchen monks who were fighting fiercely with Wu Shuo. If it was called the past, the monk would naturally not be fascinated by Yang Junshan's Li Jing with his cultivation in the Dzogchen realm. But Now after successive battles, the real energy in the body was severely depleted, and the energy was scattered and the spiritual consciousness was weakened. After being sneak attacked by the monks of the same level, his reaction was slightly slower.
As a witch clan, Wu Shuo's fighting instinct is so powerful that he caught this flaw almost instantly. He blocked another Dzogchen monk with his witchcraft staff and pinched it with his fingertips with the other hand, sending a drop of blood towards that person. The monk flicked it and shouted in a low voice: "Boiling Blood Curse!"
I saw the drop of blood falling on the monk's face, and instantly seeped into the body along the pores. The monk was suddenly shocked and wiped his face with his hand, but there was nothing. Just when he was confused, he suddenly felt the blood in his body. The running speed suddenly accelerated, and my whole body was hot and sweaty. My whole body looked like a prawn that had been cooked.
"What kind of weird spell is this? What did you do?"
The monk tried his best to circulate the spiritual power in his body, trying to suppress the restlessness in his body. He still had the energy left to attack Wu Shuo. Without the restraint of a Dzogchen monk, Wu Shuo suddenly had the upper hand against the other person. Dzogchen monks can only endure hardships.
There was a scream that cracked the sky, and the face of the Dzogchen monk who was trying his best to suppress the "Boiling Blood Curse" changed drastically. He barely squeezed out a little spiritual power to make his body retreat violently, but the scream that cracked the sky seemed to It was also too long. The monk clearly saw that the place where he was standing had been shot by a spiritual light arrow, but his body still trembled violently, and his right chest had been shot through.
The blood came out like a fountain, steaming with heat, and even formed a red mist visible to the naked eye. The monk trembled and touched his chest several times with his trembling hands, but the hot blood coming out of the wound was not stopped at all. There is an increasingly powerful trend.
In desperation, the monk even used his hands to block the wound on his right chest, but the blood was still flowing profusely. The large amount of blood loss caused the monk's skin to rapidly swell.
It was shriveled, but the skin still showed an abnormal red color.
The monk still wanted to take other methods, but how could Yang Junshan allow him to calmly save himself again and again. A sharp wave came straight towards him. The monk wanted to resist, but the spiritual power in his body could not He was completely powerless and could only watch the invisible wave invading, and then his upper body was suddenly broken, but not much blood came out of the body, only the rising red mist spread upward.
"Let's go!"
The Tianlang Sect monk who was still entangled with Wu Shuo saw that a Dzogchen monk suddenly entered the opposite side, and killed a monk of the same level on his side as soon as he came up. Suddenly, the souls of the dead came out, and he tried his best to receive Wu Shuo's staff. , opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, but the man had already jumped out of the battle group, greeted the others, turned around and ran away.
The remaining two factions of monks were already at the end of their strength after several battles. Seeing that the leader was dead and injured, they had no courage to continue fighting, so they immediately dispersed.
The Yang clan members cheered when they saw that their opponents had retreated and twenty carts loaded with high-quality spiritual materials and raw ores had arrived.
Yang Junshan hurriedly called for everyone to put the twenty large vehicles into the convoy, and quickly left all the way north. Then he drove Dunguang to cruise behind the convoy, continuing to sweep away those who wanted to track the Yang family's convoy.
However, after just a cup of tea, news came from Bao Yu'er that the Shaotian Sect monks were gathering. Apparently, the Shaotian Sect had calmed down after the initial panic of being raided. After blocking the border passage, they will also launch a counterattack.
Chen Jizhen was really prepared!
Yang Junshan simply stopped staying behind and ran to the front to ask the convoy to speed up. He must leave Luoxia Ridge before Shaking Sky Sect launched a counterattack.
However, it is impossible to hide such a huge convoy from everyone. In fact, whether it is the Tianlang Sect, the Kailing Sect, or the monks of the Shaking Sky Sect, they have already discovered this strange convoy at this time. , but at this time, the two sides were about to fight again, but they had no time to care. Yang Junshan took the opportunity to lead the convoy out of the battlefield of Luoxialing, and returned all the way north towards Xishan Village.
"Boy, this time we seem to have offended the Shaking Heaven Sect, the Kailing Sect and the Tianlang Sect. Did you discuss this with your father beforehand?"
After being out of danger, everyone felt that the trip was thrilling. Many young people felt sincerely happy when they saw the huge convoy beside them and the harvest. However, many people also felt scared when they recalled their previous experiences. Yang Xi He even went directly to Yang Junshan and asked.
Yang Junshan smiled and said: "Second Grandpa, don't worry, everything will be fine!"
Yang Xi glanced at him and said as he walked: "I hope you two, father and son, will not lead the Yang family to a place of eternal destruction!"
Yang Junshan walked to the front of the convoy. The twenty carts that had been merged into the convoy were now here, but Lin Chengsi was jumping up and down on the carts, inspecting the twenty carts. Raw spiritual materials.
"Senior, how's it going?"
Lin Chengsi said with admiration on his face: "Unexpectedly, I had already estimated the type and quality of the spiritual materials stored in the main vein at a high enough level, but it seems that I still underestimated the value of this vein!"
Yang Junshan was shocked and said: "Why