The two Gathering Cultivators of the Xin Xun Sect already knew Yang Yi's weirdness, so when they made a move, they could be described as both offensive and defensive. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info They used their natal magic weapons to cast spell attacks, and used defensive magic weapons to protect themselves in case they were killed by Yang Yi when they approached him.

The forty Enlightenment Cultivators couldn't break the treasure light of Yang Yi's Dao robe together, and the two Gathering Three-Turn Monks couldn't break it even more with two spells. When Yang Yi flew up, he slashed at the neck of the red-robed monk. The red-robed monk immediately controlled the magic weapon and met Yang Yi's sword as fast as thunder. It's a pity that Yang Yi's sword is just a false move, and when he was about to come into contact with the magic weapon of the red-robed monk, he suddenly changed direction and stabbed into the red-robed monk's heart.

The red-robed monk was slightly surprised, he didn't expect Yang Yi to react so quickly and change his moves so skillfully. The red-robed monk didn't pay much attention to the sword that pierced his heart. Because he believed that this sword would not be able to pierce the defenses of his robe.

Although Yang Yi's sword was not infused with spiritual power, with the blessing of his physical strength and Yuanyuan sword intent, the power was actually very great. But despite this, it was not enough to break the robes of the red-robed monk. Just as this sword was about to stab the Dao robe, an earth-shattering sword intent emanated from the sword. The three-foot green peak in Yang Yi's hand also instantly turned into a giant sword that covered the sky and the sun. This giant sword easily pierced through the treasure light of the Dao robe and pierced into the heart of the red-robed monk.

"Zengyuan!" The blue-robed friar was shocked. The group of spiritual monks shouted one after another, "Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang......." They couldn't believe it at all, but in just a breath, their Gathering Master had fallen.

"Not bad." Yang Yi, who was less than 100 meters away from the blue-robed monk, pointed his sword at the blue-robed monk and said.

"The cultivation in the middle stage of the Enlightenment, the power of the late stage of the Enlightenment body cultivation, the sword intent of the Increasing Yuan Entry, and the speed of the Gathering Six-Turn Body Cultivation, it seems that we underestimated you." The blue-robed monk said solemnly.

"It's late." After Yang Yi finished speaking, he stabbed at the blue-robed monk with his sword.

With the experience of the red-robed friar, the blue-robed monk became extremely cautious. He used his natal magic weapon to cast a spell, trying to resist Yang Yi's attacking sword weapon, and the magic weapon was always ready to resist Yang Yi's Zengyuan sword. The blue-robed monk's response was actually extremely correct, but Yang Yi's methods definitely didn't stop there.

In the face of the attacking spell, a purple feather fan appeared in Yang Yi's empty hand. He shook the purple fan lightly, and a purple furious dragon flew out. Although this purple dragon was only a twenty-seven seal spell, its power seemed to be several times stronger than the thirty seal spell used by the blue-robed monk. Indeed, after the purple furious dragon devoured the blue-robed monk's spell, it still had six or seven out of ten powers.

"How is that possible?!" Compared to seeing the Zengyuan Sword used by Yang Yi, the blue-robed monk was even more surprised at this time. Because according to common sense, the power of the spells cast by the spiritual power of the Enlightening Monk such as water is definitely far inferior to the spell cast by the Gathering Monk such as the spiritual power of jade. However, Yang Yi can't say according to common sense, although his cultivation has fallen from the deity to the enlightenment, his spiritual power is still crystallized in the spiritual pool. Therefore, even if Yang Yi's spell count was lower than that of the blue-robed monk, the power was still far superior to that of the blue-robed monk.

The blue-robed monk, as a conjugated monk, of course, will not only have magic weapons. When he was shocked, he used his secret magic to fend off the purple furious dragon. However, the sword weapon in Yang Yi's hand once again exuded earth-shattering sword intent, turning into a sky-covering giant sword and slashing towards the blue-robed monk. The quality of the magic weapon in the hands of the blue-robed monk was only average, and naturally it couldn't resist Yang Yi's Zengyuan sword. As a last resort, the blue-robed monk used his own defensive secret technique, combined with the treasure light of the robe, to dissolve the residual power of Yang Yi's sword.

"This fellow Daoist, I think there was a misunderstanding between us." The blue-robed monk who had used two secret techniques to resist Yang Yi's attack this time hurriedly spoke.

"I don't think it's a misunderstanding." Of course, Yang Yi knew what the blue-robed monk was thinking, but he didn't mean to let the blue-robed monk go. The purple fan in Yang Yi's hand shook lightly, and the sky-shattering sword rose up, killing the blue-robed monk who had no secret skills available.

The two Gathering Cultivators had already fallen, and the remaining Enlightened Cultivators knew that they were no match for Yang Yi, so they immediately scattered and fled. Of course, Yang Yi was unwilling to let any of them escape, lest these Initiation Monks inform the Xinxun Sect of his existence. However, there are too many spiritual monks, and even if he pursues them with all his might, it is inevitable that some fish will slip through the net. Yang Yi simply ignored these spiritual cultivators, and after rescuing Zheng Yanxing, who was blind, he flew directly out of the city.

Yang Yi was worried about exposing the location of the Migration Mountain Range, so he deliberately chose the opposite direction to leave. He did not choose to go to the Migration Mountain Range as soon as possible, but first came to a barren mountain that was rarely visited to treat the injuries of Zheng Yanxing, who was seriously injured and dying. When Yang Yi was fighting with other monks, Zheng Yanxing had been awake all the time, and naturally he already knew his identity as a monk. Therefore, Yang Yi no longer covered it up, and directly used the wood spirit power to heal Zheng Yanxing's injuries.

"I didn't expect my predecessors to be immortals." Zheng Yanxing, who was being treated, suddenly said.

"I'm just a monk, not an immortal. True immortals are omnipotent, and it is simply impossible to appear here. ”

"But for those of us who can't fly, you're an immortal."

"If you compare it like this, I can barely be called an immortal."

"Only immortals can deal with immortals, we are still too naïve." Zheng Yanxing said with emotion.

"Actually, you have done a very good job, at least more than four hundred immortals have fallen into your hands."

"The two immortals that our predecessors killed today are far from being comparable to us. Even if we go together, it won't be enough for them to kill alone. I used to think that one day, I would be able to make the people of the Xinyan Dynasty no longer oppressed by the immortals. Now it seems that it is nothing more than a joke. ”

"The realm of monks is different, there is a huge gap in strength, you don't need to blame yourself."

"Senior, are there many immortals in the Xinyan Dynasty who are higher and stronger than those two immortals?"

"There are indeed many immortals who are stronger than them, but there is not a single one who is higher than them."

"The juniors have a reluctant request, and I hope the seniors can agree to the juniors."

"Do you want me to help the people of the Xinyan Dynasty get rid of the oppression of the immortals?" There was no need for Zheng Yanxing to say it, Yang Yi also knew his request.

"Exactly. I see that today's seniors hardly put much effort into killing those two immortals. I think that even if a cultivator of the same realm who is stronger than the two of them, he will not be an opponent of his predecessors. ”

"Those two immortals are monks who have three turns of convergence, and those who are stronger than them are monks of six turns and nine turns. I may not be able to win against the monks who have turned six times in the form of the upper form, let alone the monks who have turned nine times in the form of the form. Besides, even if I can kill the monks of the Nine Transformations of the Gathering Form, I can't let the people of the Xinyan Dynasty get rid of the oppression of the immortals. There are too many secrets involved, too complex, and not as simple as you think. Yang Yi sighed.

"Could it have something to do with the Xinfeng Shangzong that those two immortals said?"

"Yes."

"Senior, can you tell me the reason why the people of the Xinyan Dynasty were oppressed by the immortals?"

"It all started more than 500 years ago......"

Three days later, Zheng Yanxing's injuries stabilized, and Yang Yicai took him back to the Migration Mountain Range. Although the return of Yang Yi and Zheng Yanxing was still welcomed like a hero. But the mortals in the village looked at Yang Yi with more than respect, but also unconcealable fear.

"Should I call you a senior or an immortal?" Zhang Xianping, who may be buried at any time, asked with a complicated expression when he saw Yang Yi.

"Let's call it Senpai." Yang Yi thought for a moment and replied.

"Hey, I should have thought that my predecessor was an immortal. I have been friends with my predecessors for almost 20 years, and the years have made me grow old slowly, but they have not brought any changes to my predecessors. ”

"If Brother Zhang knew that I was an immortal for a long time, I don't know how he would feel?"

"I don't know." Zhang Xianping looked up at the sky and said after a while.

Less than two days after Zheng Yanxing came back, Zhang Xianping died, and the village, which was still a little festive, fell into deep sorrow again. The villagers of the entire village wore linen and filial piety to give Zhang Xianping a funeral.

Half a month later, on the night, the crescent moon was in the sky. Yang Yi and Zheng Yanxing, who had already recovered, left the silent village and came to the top of the highest peak of the Migration Range.

"I see you've changed. When I rescued you, I thought you were a lot duller than ever. I just thought that after you knew my status as an immortal, it was a little difficult to accept. After Brother Zheng's death, you became more and more silent. Can you tell me why? ”

"I don't think that the identity of the predecessor immortal makes me unacceptable, I just think that if I have always been a mortal, it is impossible for the people of the Xinyan Dynasty to be free from the oppression of the immortals in this life. Just like my master, in the end, he can only turn into a handful of loess and end up depressed. ”

"And you want to?"

"I want to ask my seniors to teach me the immortal method, so that I have the strength to fight those immortals."

"It's not that I don't want to teach you, it's that I can't teach you now. To practice the Immortal Method, you must have certain qualifications. I don't have a way right now, check your qualifications. ”

"I can wait, until the seniors have a way."

"Maybe it won't take ten years, and that's it." When Yang Yi said this, he suddenly had a kind of hope. He didn't know whether he hoped that Zheng Yanxing had the qualifications to cultivate immortals, or that he hoped that his cultivation would be exhausted, or both.