Leaving the prison cell of the Demon King Zi Xuan, Yang Tianhong returned to the room where he first entered the treasure lock and buried the nameless immortal master. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Before, he was busy opening the giant door with the lock cylinder condensed by Yang Dashan and Yang Dahai's loyalty, and Yang Tianhong had no time to take care of the other two iron grilles left in the room outside.

The cold and sharp sword was still there, and the opening condition of the closed iron fence was "to get an alien vitality pill".

The wooden box containing the 5,000-year-old skullcap has not been moved, and the opening condition is "a silver spirit grass seed".

Looking at these two treasures that were firmly locked by a hard iron fence, Yang Tianhong suddenly had a realization in his heart.

It's a wonderful place.

There is no doubt that the room where the bones of the Heavenly Demon King Zi Li are located is the "Demon Character No. 1 Prison Cell".

As for the "Magic Word No. 1 Cell"...... Yang Tianhong raised his head, and next to the iron fence that imprisoned the remnants of the Heavenly Demon King's purple spirit, he saw a door with the same appearance and shape and size as the Demon Character No. 1 cell.

If I'm not mistaken, all the rooms should be in a similar layout, with two gates for one entrance and one exit, and three iron bars for sealing the treasures.

The door is locked, and there is also a blank latch-shaped groove on the surface.

If you get another cylinder, you can open it as well.

Yang Tianhong once again thought of the annotation on the lock cylinder on "Linglong Secret Record".

One supporter is the leader, a hundred supporters are the leader, and the 10,000 supporters are king. And so on, the desire of tens of millions of people is the supreme emperor.

It doesn't matter whether the lock cylinder that opened the demon word No. 1 cell came from Yang Dashan or Yang Dahai. According to the note, in order to obtain the second cylinder in the same way, it is necessary to obtain the allegiance of a full hundred men.

If it is the third cylinder, it needs the loyal power of tens of thousands of people.

That's a huge number.

Yang Tianhong couldn't help but think of the previous question about the difference between "starting" and "opening" in each room inside the treasure lock. There is no doubt that obtaining one of the three accessories of the lock will open the closed cell. But what is the meaning of two different words?

Also, where to find the missing latches and chains in the grooves?

If you can open the room with the lock cylinder, why do you need to equip the lock with latches and chains?

After thinking hard but to no avail, Yang Tianhong once again felt a faint warmth coming from "Linglong Secret Record".

Surprise quickly turned into ecstasy. Yang Tianhong, who was overjoyed, hurriedly opened the "Linglong Secret Record" and found that a new annotation appeared on the blank page.

"Those who are destined can refine the things they need by themselves, and they must know that they can make the best use of them, and take the way of heaven as their essence. ”

Another obscure commentary. However, Yang Tianhong at least understood the first half of the sentence, that is, he could refine the corresponding missing parts of the lock.

Of course, it is not as simple as finding a blacksmith on the street and making latches and chains out of ordinary mortal iron.

......

This is probably the quietest and most comfortable night in Yang Tianhong's life in his own home.

Yang Liansheng's family was expelled, although the inner house of the Yang Mansion was still controlled by the Xu family, at least the outer courtyard had become Yang Tianhong's sphere of influence.

The act of killing Mei Xiang and the martial servant Shen Xing completely shocked everyone up and down the outer courtyard of the Yang Mansion. Dozens of family members left one after another and returned to their homes. The maids and servants in the house all felt uneasy, thinking that Yang Tianhong would be held accountable for the past as the master. However, until dawn, Yang Tianhong's room was still quiet, just walking to the door, and occasionally a rhythmic slight snoring could be heard from the bedroom.

It is a blessing to be able to sleep soundly in an environment without worry.

This kind of thing sounds simple, but for some people, it is a luxury.

At the fourth watch, the sky was already bright, and the door of the Yang Mansion yawned and lifted the quilt, left the warm bed, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and slowly walked to the door of the mansion with strong spirits, and forcefully removed the heavy door bar made of rough wood.

The door of the big family opens early, and this is the duty of the doorman.

With the piercing "squeak" sound of the door slowly opening inward, Menzi saw that in the shadow in front of the Yang Mansion that the morning light had not yet shone, there was a middle-aged man with a gloomy face.

He was tall and wore a gray robe that had been worn out. An iron sword was stuck diagonally in his shoulder, his hands were behind his back, and his whole body was straight. Although the specific appearance of this person was blurred under the shadows, Menzi could feel that there was a strong hatred and monstrous anger emanating from this person.

His question was simple: "This is the Yang Mansion?"

Menzi was a little frightened and nodded instinctively.

The gray-robed man continued to ask, "The mansion of the late hussar general Yang Jing, and the current head of the family is your young master Yang Tianhong?"

Menzi felt that this man was like a fierce and furious beast, and those words seemed to be a sharp knife against his chest. I can't do anything but nod honestly and admit that I can't do anything.

"Looks like I'm not in the wrong place. ”

The gray-robed man's breathing was particularly heavy, obviously trying to control his emotions, but his voice was full of incomparably bitter hatred: "Tell Yang Tianhong that Shen Changyou of Haotianmen came to settle accounts with him. Go, go now. ”

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Many things in the secular world still have a hard time influencing the monks.

A person who can be called a king and an emperor is himself shrouded in extremely strong luck. If you want to cultivate smoothly and ascend to the top, you must try to be as little contaminated as possible with the cause and effect of the world, let alone kill a certain emperor.

To do so would be damned.

What's more, the royal families of all countries also attach great importance to cultivation. These royal children were far superior to ordinary people and had unique superior conditions in terms of material supplies. Since it is cultivation, of course, it is indispensable to have a panacea and a fruit of Shenhua. Although these things are difficult to find in the world, it does not mean that they are absolutely absent. As an emperor, it is definitely more efficient to ask the people of the world to search for it in the world with all their might, than a sect of monks with a small number of people.

So, among the monks, there are three well-known rules.

First: the monarch of all countries must not be killed.

Second: try not to provoke the princes and ministers. Even if there is a blood feud between the parents, it is best for the monk's sect to resolve it. There are two ways to do this: one is to make up for it with a large sum of money and treasures, and the other is to select a "scapegoat" from among the relatives and give it to the monk who has a blood feud to deal with. The result, of course, is the elimination of human capital crimes.

Thirdly: For the common people, there is not so much restraint for the monks. But the monk kills people, like an elephant stepping on an ant, which is really very bullying. If it is an indiscriminate killing of innocent people, ordinary people and civilians can file a lawsuit with the government, and the court of the country where they are located will come forward to negotiate with the sect where the criminal monk belongs, and punish them according to the rules of the sect.

In short, these rules are to bind the monks. It is said that the rules were established by all the cultivators in ancient times, and in turn formed the rules that all monks must follow. Obviously, these rules are only unilateral to bind the monks. The purpose is also obvious, that is, to ensure the stability of the worldly world to the greatest extent possible, and will not be affected by the contradictions and wars between the cultivation sects. After all, everyone knew very well that ordinary mortals were the basis for the existence and reproduction of the cultivation sect. Even the most ordinary Qi Refiner could easily kill hundreds or thousands of civilians. But on the other hand, thousands of people may not be able to kill a single Qi Refiner.

Shen Changyou is Shen Xing's uncle and Shen Xing's master of exercises.

The means of communication between the monks are difficult for ordinary people to understand. For example, the soul jade slip is a jade strip stone the size of an index finger. When Shen Xing was killed by Yang Tianhong, this piece of jade slip that had been dripping into Shen Xing's natal essence blood also cracked and shattered completely.

If the people who killed Shen Xing were ordinary people, Shen Changyou would directly slaughter the other party's entire family with a sword.

However, Yang Tianhong's father was a hussar general, and he was a brave candidate given by the imperial court. Shen Changyou had to follow the rules, hurriedly went to Haotianmen's branch in Chu State to record, and then rushed to Yang Mansion to hold him accountable. Time flies and it gets dark.

Shen Changyou waited all night in front of the Yang Mansion. The rules are strict on the behavior of monks in the secular world, and if they forcibly knock on the door of the mansion of the noble marquis at night, the sect will punish them for at least three years.

Of course, there is a premise that everything cannot be bypassed. If Yang Tianhong's father was not a hussar general, and if Shen Changyou's cultivation was not the fifth layer of foundation building, but a powerful Jindan Grandmaster, then don't say that it was a knock, even if he kicked open the gate of the Yang Mansion and killed it directly without impunity, no one would say anything about it.

In a word, any action is built on great power.

When Yang Tianhong walked into the living room, Shen Changyou, who had a gloomy expression, was picking up the cup and slowly savoring the fragrance of tea.

Looking at this fierce monk, Yang Tianhong suddenly had an extremely strong warning.

There is no doubt that this man has laid the foundation. There was a strong sense of oppression, like a huge mountain range firmly in front of you. It was as if it could collapse at any time, crushing itself underneath and shattering it completely.

Shen Changyou's question did not have the tone that a guest should have, and his voice was as cold as ice: "You are Yang Tianhong?"

Yang Tianhong looked at the other party vigilantly and nodded slowly.

Shen Changyou asked again: "Did you kill Shen Xing?"

The answer is yes, and Yang Tianhong has no intention of denying it.

Shen Changyou's eyes that had narrowed into thin slits showed a hint of approval: "Dare to be bold, it's good!"

Without waiting for Yang Tianhong to answer, the expression on Shen Changyou's face suddenly became extremely hideous, and he pulled out the sword that was lying on his shoulder with his backhand, and slashed straight down towards the top of Yang Tianhong's head, roaring in his mouth: "Take your life!"

Shen Changyou is a very well-behaved monk.

He already knew about Yang Tianhong's transformation from a noble to a commoner.

On the premise that there is no fault, it is definitely an admirable move for the hero to ask for his own knighthood later. Others cut the lord in the morning, and you will rush in directly with your sword in the evening to slash indiscriminately, no matter what, it will even anger a certain transcendent court member or high-ranking worshipper. At that time, even if you are reasonable, you will become full of mouths and can't speak.

Therefore, Shen Changyou waited in front of the Yang Mansion all night. The watchmen and night watchmen who went back and forth can all testify.

I have given the late hussar general enough respect. Now, I also have a good enough reason to kill his son.

This is what Shen Changyou thinks. Logical, and impeccable.

Yang Tianhong had been observing all the details of Shen Changyou's body, and the moment the long sword slashed in the air, he had reacted extremely quickly and quickly avoided it. At the same time, he roared at Shen Changyou and threw a powerful punch.

"Storming the first pose!"

A strong current of air emanated from the current, creating a terrifying vortex in the room. Looking at this surging attack spiritual energy, Shen Changyou's face full of anger showed a hint of surprise.

"A junior at the second level of qi refining actually has such power. With martial arts, the Dao is really strong, no wonder my apprentice Shen Xing is obviously higher in cultivation than you, but he still died tragically under your hands. ”

Yang Tianhong was slightly stunned, he couldn't understand Shen Changyou's words.

The second layer of gas refining?

I'm obviously at the third level of Qi refining.

When fighting for life and death, it is impossible to give the other party any chance to think. Shen Changyou's mind was full of thoughts of avenging Shen Xing, and he stretched out his left hand and blocked the violent air flow that was attacking him with his palm.

Yang Tianhong immediately felt an unprecedented and intense crisis.

The "Tongtian Decision" that I got was not complete, only the exercises and mantras for refining qi and building the foundation. In particular, the battle duel is just the first, second, and third forms of the sky.

This is a technique dedicated to combat, and according to the power exerted by the user, it can be divided into the Storm Realm, the Storm Realm, and the Hurricane Realm.

Whether it is Yang Xiong or Shen Xing, his personal cultivation is higher than that of Yang Tianhong who was fighting at that time. However, none of them could resist Yang Tianhong's "three cupola styles". Although the battle realm was only at the level of a violent wind, it was like destroying the withering and decaying, first destroying Yang Xiong's dantian, and then beating Shen Xing to death.

Shen Changyou only used one palm to block the powerful sky-high first form.

This is the power of the foundation monks?

If it is only the early stage of foundation building, Yang Tianhong is completely sure that he will fight with him with "Tongtian Decision". However, Shen Changyou's cultivation was as high as the fifth layer of the foundation building, and his strong accumulation of skills was not at all comparable to a beginner like Yang Tianhong who had just entered the third layer of qi refining.

"You killed my apprentice, I want you to be crushed!"

Shen Changyou stood still and did not move, while issuing a death threat in his mouth, he let go of his right hand, and the iron sword in his palm suddenly flew upward, spun around the room in the air, turned the blade of the sword, and attacked straight towards Yang Tianhong's chest.

Flying Sword!

It's a flying sword!

Yang Tianhong had heard of this kind of magic weapon that only high-level monks could use. But it's the first time I've actually seen it.

Shen Changyou's iron sword body is very long, about one meter and a half. This is about the same length as a sword weapon, but it is quite cumbersome to fly in the air, and it does not have the agility and sharpness of the legendary monk's magic weapon.

He was just an ordinary foundation-building monk. Although the cultivation is high, there are not enough materials and financial resources to craft weapons with good texture. Even this iron sword was obtained by chance.

What does it feel like to be targeted by a flying sword?

Just look at the war movie that is firmly locked by missiles, rushing left and right in the air and frantically trying to get rid of the death chase.

didn't have time to think about it, Yang Tianhong's legs suddenly exerted force, like a hungry wolf forced into a predicament, and pounced fiercely towards Shen Changyou, who was standing not far away.

Only by clinging to this person and fighting hand-to-hand can he have a chance to live.

This kind of speculation is groundless, just an intuition on the part of Yang Tianhong.

"The third form of cupola!"

The incomparably strong intent to fight, hate, and kill, as well as the fear of imminent death, prompted Yang Tianhong to drive his body with instinctive reactions and unfold every movement.

The furious fist power bombarded Shen Changyou all over the world, but it had no effect. Just like the raindrops that fall on the surface of a hard rock, although they fall fiercely, they can only leave a wet mark on the surface of the rock, and cannot destroy the rock itself.

In just a few seconds, Yang Tianhong had already thrown dozens of punches. Speed is the only advantage he has over Shen Changyou at the moment. He felt like a nimble flea, biting back and forth on Shen Changyou's body, and although he could suck some of the blood, it was impossible to kill him.

The difference in strength between Qi refining and foundation building is too great, and it has exceeded the extent that the subtle moves and combat techniques can make up for it.

The flying sword has been traveling back and forth around Yang Tianhong. His speed is too fast, Shen Changyou can't lock on to a specific target at all, let alone kill people with a sword, I'm afraid that even he will be stabbed through a sword if he goes down. This funny and headache-inducing style of play soon made Shen Changyou jump like thunder, let out a long howl from his mouth, and had to separate a consciousness control flying sword, and then picked up his fist to deal with Yang Tianhong, who was jumping up and down around him like a monkey.

Yang Tianhong kept changing the direction of his attacks, and his speed was also fast and slow, and he still couldn't get rid of the flying sword that was wandering back and forth around him. Despite its extreme speed, it is impossible to completely avoid the flying sword attack. Soon, several cuts were made on Yang Tianhong's body one after another, and patches of blood seeped out from under his clothes.

He couldn't help but think of the sharp long sword that was enclosed behind the iron grate in Xianzi's No. 1 cell.

Fists can't fight against swords after all. If I also have a flying sword, it will be enough to cut off the head of Shen Changyou, a foundation-building monk.

A cruel and excited sneer appeared on Shen Changyou's face. It can be seen that Yang Tianhong is already at the end of the crossbow. In this high-intensity combat state, the spiritual energy in any monk's body could not last long. If it continues at this rate, it will only be a matter of time before this guy is killed.

However, this kid is indeed ridiculously strong. The strength of the first layer of qi refining was almost a tie with himself, a foundation building cultivator. Moreover, the power in the battle is amazing!

This is the difference between entering the Dao with martial arts and entering the Dao with ordinary cultivation?

At the moment when this thought just came to mind, Shen Changyou's eyes suddenly widened, and his pupils instantly shrunk into incomparably small pinholes.

He saw that Yang Tianhong had a few more white and round pills in his hand at some point, and stuffed them directly into his mouth.

It is the Yuanqi Pill, or the one with the best color and the best quality.