"What happened here, tell me everything you know." Zhang Yang's face was expressionless.
"Yes! Yes! My eldest brother and I are not blood brothers, just because we are both loose cultivators, we have no backing, and we are usually bullied by our peers..."
"I didn't ask you this! Talk about the Horseshoe Valley. Where are the people from the Corpse Refining Gate? Why are they all gone?"
Zhang Yang frowned, and the fat monk immediately trembled.
"Yes! Yes! Horseshoe Valley because..."
The tone was trembling, but the narrative was clear, saying everything they knew.
After listening, Zhang Yang realized that so many things happened during his retreat.
Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of ecstasy in my heart.
Everyone in the Corpse Refining Sect ignored him and ran away, which meant that he was free again.
Captured by the White Witch Corpse King, not only did he not suffer any damage, but he was promoted because of this. Moreover, with the help of the strong yin energy here to refine the bones and wings, he added this escape weapon, which was something that he never expected.
A blessing in disguise!
This is an absolute blessing in disguise!
Knowing this, Zhang Yang couldn't stay still any longer. As soon as his consciousness moved, the blood slave immediately made a move, and with both hands, "Crack!" With a sound, the fat monk's neck was wrung before he could react.
Zizombic Blood Slave immediately opened its mouth wide, bit down, and began to inhale crazily.
The blood essence of monks at the same level is a great supplement to blood slaves.
Seeing this, Zhang Yang's throat twitched for a while, and a bloodthirsty expression appeared on his face, and his heart began to become extremely irritable.
What followed was a surprise.
What's wrong with me
Although I was bloodthirsty before, it's not so bad! It seems that it is the sequelae brought about by the fusion of the soul of the unknown monster bird.
That monster bird is extremely beautiful, but it is a bloodthirsty and violent existence.
After merging his soul, Zhang Yang's bloodthirsty nature became even more difficult to control.
Zhang Yang shook his head, trying to restrain his bloodthirsty desire. In any case, he will not allow himself to become a maniac who only knows how to kill and bloodthirsty.
Take a deep breath and calm down.
Reaching out to pick up the Nawu rings of the two monks, a smile appeared on their faces after probing.
Although these two guys are just casual cultivators, their net worth is really rich.
"Hey, it seems that with this hexagram pendant, you usually ambushed and killed many monks of the same level. Now that you are dead in my hands, it is not wronged!"
After tidying up, I found a long robe and put it on, covering my face.
In this way, coupled with the shielding effect of the six-pointed star pendant on the consciousness, no one can recognize the original appearance of their own zombies.
Walking out of the cave, under the long gray clouds in the sky, there is a huge pot-like existence, covering a big black snake.
The red flame in the "pot lid" was burning fiercely, nine fire dragons were entangled, and the big black snake clashed back and forth, but it couldn't break the "pot lid" no matter what, and the breath seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.
In the distance around, a large number of monks hovered in the air to watch; some of them either stood still on the top of the hill to watch because of lack of mana or lack of flying magic weapon.
Zhang Yang appeared ordinary and walked out of the cave without attracting everyone's attention. He was not in a hurry to leave, and quietly lurked in the crowd to watch the progress of the battle. Being so unobtrusive, I feel very good about myself.
The moment he walked out of the cave, Luo Fei caught sight of the sky and frowned, feeling that this figure was really familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
The other party was wearing a long robe that covered his head and face. He was sneaky, so he must not be a good person.
Can not help but add some attention.
…
"Hey, Sword Spirit Sect, Old Freak Feng, really deserves his reputation! I don't think this spirit of Yinquan can escape no matter what."
"Well, yes! It is said that the Nine Flames Wind and Fire Cover is an imitation of the prehistoric artifact Nine Dragons Wind and Fire Cover. In terms of level, it is a top-level magic weapon. Moreover, its power is so powerful that it is not necessarily inferior to the inferior fairy weapons. Where are you going. The spirit of the Yinquan has met its nemesis."
"The three sects and four sects are all well-known and decent sects. They don't practice Yin-cold skills. If they want this Yinquan spirit, I don't know what to do with it..."
"..."
Now that the battle has progressed, there seems to be no suspense. The monks around are all discussing with a spectator attitude.
Zhang Yang didn't say a word, but listened attentively.
I saw that the situation of the trapped black giant snake was not very good.
The surrounding Yang Qi is extremely strong, and the rich fire attribute energy is gathering more and more.
The originally transparent "pot lid" of Jiuyan Fenghuo also turned red.
The flame inside, as time continues, the temperature is getting higher and higher.
On the other hand, the black giant snake, because the power of yin and cold cannot be replenished, its volume is getting smaller and smaller.
According to people around, this giant snake was originally more than ten feet long; when Zhang Yang came out, it was only two or three feet long.
Now, in less than an hour, it has shrunk by more than half again, leaving less than five or six feet, which is almost as small as an ordinary snake.
Moreover, the smaller it is, the weaker its resistance is, and the faster it disappears, and it seems that it is about to be refined.
The spirit of Yinquan, which was as dark as ink, clashed back and forth in vain, with a look of despair already in its eyes.
Seeing that the overall situation has been settled, all the monks around have lost interest and are ready to flee with their swords.
However, while Zhang Yang looked around, he saw that Weng Qingyu's expression was changing, obviously preparing to make a move.
Zhang Yang washes his eyes with clear spring water all day long, and his eyesight is now much better than that of human monks of the same level. He believes that his judgment is absolutely correct.
…
"Hmph! Sinister, let's see if you still dare to stir up trouble!"
Old Monster Feng snorted coldly, with a smug smile on his face.
A spell was played, and the Nine Flame Wind and Fire Barrier instantly became calm. There was still a bright flame burning in the "pot lid", but the nine fire dragons were gone.
As soon as the old monster Feng waved his hand, the Nine Flames Wind and Fire Cover became smaller against the wind and was about to be retracted.
At the critical moment, a stream of light was seen shooting out from the side.
Ding!
With a crisp sound, the Nine Flames Wind and Fire Cover was smashed open immediately, several rolled and swung away.
The pitch-black little snake took the opportunity to escape, turning into a ray of black light to escape.
"come on!"
Hearing a chant, a huge light net woven by mana was scooped up, and the pitch-black little snake incarnated by the spirit of the Yinquan was scooped in.
If it was normal, with this kind of light net, the spirit of Yinquan would only need a struggle to break free, but now that its vitality is seriously injured, there is nothing it can do for a while.
When he saw it, Weng Qingyu was smiling all over his face, and he was holding the opening of the net in his hand, letting the little black snake jump around inside.
Seeing this, Old Monster Feng's expression changed suddenly:
"Weng Qingyu, what do you mean!"
He was angry, not only because Weng Qingyu took away the spirit of Yinquan, but also because the timing of the latter's attack was just when the Nine Flames Wind and Fire Shield was about to be withdrawn and its power was at its weakest.
Otherwise, Old Monster Feng is confident that this Weng Qingyu will never be able to break through his Nine Flames Wind and Fire Shield.
"Hahaha! Brother Feng, why are you in such a hurry! The spirit of the Yinquan was captured by the younger brother after he spent a lot of effort to kill several cultivators of the Corpse Refining Sect and picked them to share the helm. Now, senior brother Feng? Do you just want to take it away so easily?" Weng Qingyu said with a smile.
The monks watching around suddenly became lively like a frying pan.
"Weng Qingyu really made a move! Good!"
"Tianyuzong and Jianlingzong belong to three of the three sects and four sects. They are well-known and decent, and they always cherish feathers. Now they are fighting for a spirit of Yinquan. Could it be that their alliance cannot be broken?"
"Weng Qingyu and Old Monster Feng, these are important figures of their respective sects, they are different from ordinary disciples. They fight each other, does it mean that there has been discord between the two sects for a long time?"
"..."
All the monks around were excitedly talking about it, feeling that if they could see the two great monks of Tianyuzong and Jianlingzong fighting, it would be a worthwhile trip, and they would have the capital to brag to people in the future.
They are secretly praying in their hearts, hoping that neither side will be a coward, and they must fight.
The momentum of the old monster Feng suddenly exploded, and the gold-plated robe fluttered without wind.
"What does Junior Brother Weng mean? Now there are all fellow Taoists present, don't let everyone see my upright jokes, and quickly return the spirit of the Yinquan. For other things, you can go to my Sword Spirit Sect to talk about it."
Weng Qingyu turned a blind eye to Old Freak Feng's anger, and said with a smile:
"Go to the Sword Spirit Sect? Junior brother, I'm afraid I don't know whether to go to the South Peak or the North Peak?"
With Weng Qingyu's words, Old Freak Feng completely exploded in anger.
The North and South Peaks of the Sword Spirit Sect are not in harmony, almost splitting, which is a family scandal that cannot be understood by outsiders.
Now that Weng Qingyu said it openly, in Feng's view, it was because he saw that the North-South Peak split was weak, so he dared to do so.
Feng Laowei is old, but his temper is getting hotter. He feels that he is being underestimated, so he immediately strikes: "That's good! Since you insist on this, let me show you your skills! Let's see if you have grown in the past two years."
While talking, the Nine Flame Wind and Fire Shield has been retracted, and with the hand pinching the formula, a flying sword slashed down. The target was not Weng Qingyu, but the light net in his hand.
Weng Qingyu didn't show any weakness, and the Imperial Envoy Fei Jian went up to meet him.
ding ding ding—
Accompanied by the exciting and melodious clashing sound, countless sword glows flowed in the sky, like snowflakes all over the sky.
The two flying swords were able to strike this kind of momentum, which shows that the magic power of both sides is extraordinary.
However, both sides were very measured in their actions. It was just a sword fight, and Old Monster Feng even used the light net as the main target of attack, but no one attacked the opponent's body. Obviously, he was concerned about the relationship between the two factions.
Nascent Soul stage monsters are also extremely important to a big faction like Sanzong. Once it falls, it is necessary to find an explanation.
In that case, the relationship between the two sects may no longer be salvageable.
If it's just a fight, it's nothing! Whoever wins will take away the spirit of Yinquan, which is normal.
Both of them are old and mature, and no one knows the pros and cons.
However, which of the two of them wins the battle, will they really be able to get the spirit of the Yinquan
Zhang Yang, who was devoted to being an audience, would never have expected that a great fortune would hit him soon.