Chapter 57: The Myth of the World
Under this bloody curtain, after a fierce discussion, these nine old ghosts planned to bring Yun Yang's body back to the Heaven Stealing Ancient Sect together.
First, in today's battle, the Heaven Stealing Ancient Sect had transferred almost one-third of its strength, but it had lost more than half of its strength in this battle, which had already hurt the foundation of the sect.
In addition, in order to promote the fierceness of the Heaven Stealing Force in the Great Dou Domain, all the face lost today must be recovered.
After all, when this matter spread, dozens of battle kings of the Heavenly Ancient Sect poured out, but they were broken by a junior, even if they win, they will return with a feather in the end, which is not glorious.
Therefore, they not only had to dig out Yun Yang's origin and pull out his bones, but also hung his body on the sin blood tablet of the Heaven Stealing Ancient Sect, so as to show the majesty of the Heaven Stealing Ancient Sect and deter the world.
"Discuss... All right...... Is it?"
Suddenly, there was a voice in this blood curtain, some intermittent, like a candle in the wind, as if it would be completely cut off at any time.
"Oh, not dead yet?" someone was surprised.
The person who can survive in the Grudge Banner, unless it is the God of War, it is the first time he has seen it in the War King realm.
"Boy, your life is really hard, but what can you do with the way you look like you are now?"
"Hahaha, it's better to be alive, dig up his Yuan Li Pool, dig out its origin, drop it on the Sin Blood Tablet, and slowly consume him. ”
Sometimes, a living flesh god is more stimulating than a lifeless corpse.
Let those juniors in the sect take a good look at it, what is the posture of the sky, what is the pride of the sky, in the eyes of the ancient sect of stealing the sky, it is always just a cup of loess, and it can't go against the sky.
"These poisons are okay, but they are still too bad compared to the palm of the old poison......"
On that day, he was tortured by the old poison in that small world, and he experienced what is called true despair, one is seven days, and every day is more and more intense.
He walked back and forth in hell seven times, but he did not die, and the king of Hades could not keep him.
This is just resentful, like asking for his Yun Yang's life?
"What the hell are you talking nonsense?" one shouted, his face shrouded in darkness, and he couldn't see his true face, but he could imagine that it was a provocative and angry expression.
Resentment is the world's strange poison, when has it ever been complained about like this?
"Avoid long nights and dreams, kill him!"
The three of them shot at the same time, holding the Xuanyue dagger in their hands, and the cold light seeped through the bones, straight to Yun Yang's neck, but soon their bodies were shrouded in beams of light, and dark red mysterious conceit floated up.
"Sen Luo kill!"
Yun Yang snorted lightly, and then the blood scab on his body shattered, he really didn't have any defenses just now, and passively experienced a handful of poison, but unfortunately this poison didn't work.
But looking at the other three, their breath was sluggish in the blink of an eye, the surging vitality in their bodies was lost, and the vitality pool was depleted, dried up, and finally collapsed.
The poison that Sen Luo kills can poison people, and can abolish a person in the blink of an eye.
"Sacrifice the flag!!"
The remaining three people were terrified, and they sacrificed the three flags one after another, wanting to repeat the old trick.
But unfortunately, Yun Yang would not give them another chance to make a move, and the Langkou Cave Heaven in his heart boiled, and the essence fire was burning, releasing high temperatures.
Click-
Outside, several hills were silent, frightened by the crisp cracking sound.
Under the watchful eyes of all people, the blood curtain completely shattered, and the golden lightning roared, rolling like thunder.
Now everyone is completely speechless, this is not dead?
That's the resentful banner of the Heaven Stealing Ancient Sect...... You give people some face, and you can't kill you? How can you let other geniuses live?
But in fact, it's not Yun Yang's hard life, if he hadn't been given the blood poison scroll, I'm afraid that the Resentful Banner would really kill him.
In his Spirit Mark Martial Realm, there is a powerful Blood Poison Scroll to suppress it, and there is no such thing in this world that can poison him.
He can even rely on this ancient scripture to walk the world.
"I rely on ...... His uncle's. Someone couldn't help but scold the street, and their eyes were staring straight.
Some people held their breath and said heavily, "This guy, in the next ten years, must be a myth in the world!"
This sentence was shocked, and it attracted the approval of countless people, and the heart throbbed incomparably.
What they are doing today is not a battle, but a symbol of their rise to the throne, as if a figure has completely enveloped their souls, making them feel that they were born in the wrong era.
originally thought that there was a Ye Xiuya and Shen Haoyue God of War, which had overshadowed the heavens and the earth, but at the moment, this bastard who had not yet broken through the scars of life but had already shown the appearance of a god of war, how could they live with a smile in the future?
Such a terrifying qualification is destined to be beyond their exhaustion in this life.
At this time, there were already many voices of people scolding.
It's a fucking ghost, there are 、、、 such changes, who dares to praise me as a hero when I go out in the future, I slapped him to death on the spot, which big brother is not a mastery of all the people present?
"Let's go. ”
Yun Yang had already announced his way to the whole world, the goal had been achieved, and his Yuan Li Pool was close to drying up, and he could no longer engage in a fierce battle.
Since you can't fight, you won't force this limelight.
"What do you mean?"
The remaining four people held the resentful flag in their hands, their faces were blank, and they were undecided.
"Go back and call someone, you don't kill enough, oh yes, if you don't come until two years later, you'd better hire a god of war. ”
Yun Yang couldn't say the limelight in his heart, but his mouth was not honest.
"Hmph, you've been overdrawn for a few battles, right? Don't try to lead me to wait for fooling. ”
A master with a rough voice shouted, he had great confidence that he would cut down Yun Yang today.
"That's true, but I don't think you'll be able to kill me. ”
Yun Yang beckoned, and a gray old man appeared, he was wearing a robe, and the strange aura of death spread all over the sky, making people feel like they were facing a god of death.
"Since you don't want to go, I'll ......"
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the four of them in unison, "Go!
"That's right,. Yun Yang waved his hand, like a fly.
The four of them were not ambiguous, they immediately retreated, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the blue sky returned to the eyes of everyone, but at this time it was already dusk, and the red sunset hung on the West Mountain, sprinkling a sad glow.
The biggest failure of the Heaven Stealing Ancient Sect today is not that it is not strong enough, but that it has made a mistake in the hole cards, and it is poisonous?
"Boom!"
Suddenly, someone from a distance actually punched out of the air, shaking the air and smashing towards Yun Yang.
Yun Yang couldn't dodge it, so he could only avoid the vital point, and he was sturdy and fell to the Seling Lake.
What came today was not only the simple Heaven Stealing Ancient Sect, but also those clamoring to verify whether there was a mysterious ancient scripture on Yun Yang's body, and they wanted to get it and strengthen their cultivation.
"Yun Yang, hand over the ancient scriptures, you are now at the end of your rope, and there is no benefit to needless resistance. ”
The one who shot was a wall-breaking realm battle king, he stepped on a flying bird under his feet, hiding in the high clouds, judging from the punch he had just made in the air, his strength was only strong but not weak.