Yang Mingyang did not give up, for more than ten days, Yang Mingyang let go of his divine sense and secretly probed the situation outside, but he didn't find a chance. At this time, after more than ten days of torture, all the monks in the cave stopped cursing and complaining, and all of them quieted down, sitting on the ground blankly, not knowing what they were thinking? He looked at Duanmu Jiyue next to him, this girl was not bad, and she could still look at Yang Mingyang with a smile.

"You little pepper, it's time for you to laugh!" Yang Mingyang said helplessly.

"I can't walk away, it's useless for me to cry, I can only have fun in the bitterness! Anyway, you usually have a lot of methods, so I won't bother with that anymore. Besides, even if I have to die, with your stinky sheep by my side, I will not be alone. "Duanmu Jiyue wants to open it very much.

Yang Mingyang felt that he was not afraid of death, but when he thought of the bloody scene in Yangliu Village, he felt that he could not give up. In the next few days, Yang Mingyang used his divine sense to check the situation outside, but he didn't think of a way. In the blink of an eye, Yang Mingyang and the others had been locked up in the cave for forty-one days.

In the past 40 days, Yang Mingyang still did not give up, and still insisted on exploring the situation outside the cave several times a day. On this day, Yang Mingyang continued to expand his divine sense outside the cave as always, and the two monks in the early stage of qi refining at the entrance of the cave were still guarding the entrance of the cave, but to his delight, he didn't know if there was something temporary or if he felt that there was no need to continue monitoring, and those two powerful auras disappeared.

There were no accidents for more than forty consecutive days, and the two monks guarding the entrance of the cave also relaxed, chatting and looking around. Suddenly, they saw something moving in the grass in front of them, and the two of them immediately looked at the grass, only to see a red beast running into the distance.

"Haha! There's game to eat. The two of them did not have the slightest sense of being a monk, so they chased forward with their legs, and after a while, there was two bangs in the grass, and it seemed that something had fallen to the ground. After a while, a red lion emerged from the grass and quickly ran towards the cave. The lion that ran out was Xiao Yi. Living in the Holy Buddha Temple that day, Yang Mingyang felt that he should be careful when he went out, as Lu Yu said. In the evening, he asked Mu Jiyue to come to the temple outside the temple and put the spirit towel on Xiao Yi's body on the pretext of going out for a stroll, so that Xiao Yi hid outside the temple and secretly followed them the next day. In the past forty days, because there were powerful monks watching, he asked Xiao Yi, who was dozens of miles away from him, to hide in the distance, waiting for an opportunity. Finally, when he had the opportunity to leave with those powerful breaths, he let Xiao Yi act, first silently get rid of the two monks guarding the door, and then enter the cave to rescue them.

Xiao Yi quickly entered the cave and came to Yang Mingyang's side. Everyone in the cave was taken aback when they saw a flame lion suddenly come in, but when they saw that it was Yang Mingyang's spirit beast, they all quieted down and looked at Xiao Yi nervously. Because they knew that their hope of escape was pinned on this flame lion. Xiao Yi looked at the iron chain that locked Yang Mingyang, spit out a ball of flames, and burned on the iron chain, after a long time, the iron chain was burned red, but there was no sign of breaking. Xiao Yi, who was in a hurry, dragged the chain out again, but still couldn't break the chain, so it had to look at Yang Mingyang helplessly. Seeing that this method had no effect, then he had to rely on himself, Yang Mingyang called Xiao Yi and asked Xiao Yi to convert all the fire demon power in his body into the fire spiritual power in his body. Feeling that the fire spiritual power in his body was very sufficient, he struggled hard, and the iron chain in his hand was rattled, but it was still not broken.

"Damn, it's almost a little spiritual power!" Yang Mingyang said to himself helplessly. Everyone in the cave had been paying close attention to Yang Mingyang and Xiao Yi's actions, and looking at this scene, many people sighed helplessly.

"Stinky sheep, turn around!" shouted Duanmu Jiyue next to him. Yang Mingyang turned to look at Duanmu Jiyue next to him, only to see that her face was as red as her clothes. Whispered to Yang Mingyang: "Close your eyes!" Yang Mingyang just closed his eyes as he said, and immediately felt a soft thing sticking to his mouth, warm and warm, and when he was feeling this comfortable feeling, a powerful fire spirit power spurted into his mouth. He immediately understood that this was Duanmu Jiyue because his hands and feet were tied, and he could only transmit the remaining fire spiritual power in his body to himself through his mouth. He hurriedly stabilized his mind and stored these spiritual powers in his body, and after a few breaths, Duanmu Jiyue's mouth left Yang Mingyang's mouth. Yang Mingyang opened his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him, and said softly: "Thank you!" But Duanmu Jiyue didn't know what she was thinking and didn't say a word.

Yang Mingyang turned around, feeling the spiritual power flowing like a tide in his body, as if he was about to break his body. I saw him roar softly, his hands were forced, and after a "click", an iron chain broke in response. He knew that this borrowed powerful spiritual power would not take long, so he immediately grabbed the other chains on his body and pulled them one by one, after completely regaining his freedom. He helped Duanmu Jiyue break the iron chains, and then a few powerful monks, after helping a dozen monks to restore their freedom, his spiritual power dropped greatly, and he could no longer break other iron chains.

But this is no longer a problem, after these dozen or so Qi Refining Ten Heavy Cultivators recover their spiritual power, these iron chains will be no problem. Three days later, with the help of the monks, all the monks broke free from the chains, regained their freedom, and meditated to regain their spiritual powers.

"Brother Yang, thank you for saving your life, in the future, if you have something to offer, you will open your mouth, and you will definitely go all out in the future. ”

"Brother Yang, your friend Wang has made a deal, and your business in the future will be Wang's business. ”

"Brother Yang, thank you for your kindness, please bow to my little sister!"

In the past few days, I don't know how many times Yang Mingyang's ears have repeated such words, he answered politely one by one, but he wanted to find a place to hide.

A few days later, all of the 1,000 and 80 monks had regained their spiritual powers, but none of them had left. They are all figures with a certain reputation in some sects or loose cultivators, and they are not willing to give up after suffering such a big loss this time. Therefore, they unanimously decided to stay in this cave and wait for the monks of the Holy Buddha Temple to come and give these evil monks a "surprise" when they come.

Yang Mingyang, who had been busy for a few days, finally had some free time, he came to the old monk of Fengyunmen, and asked something that he had never had the opportunity to ask: "Senior brother, which senior uncle or elder's disciple are you, I have been in the beginner for several years, why haven't I seen you, senior brother!" The old monk hurriedly replied: "Looking at the clothes of the senior brother, I knew that the senior brother was a disciple of my Fengyunmen, and I have always wanted to ask, but seeing that you have been busy, I haven't had time yet." After a pause, the monk continued: "It has been more than twenty years since the old man left Fengyun Gate, and if you enter late, you will definitely not see me. I am Xiao Jingyu, Wulinggen, and my family teacher is Zheng Wencheng, the only foundation monk in Fengyunmen. ”

"Ah! You are the senior brother, I am also the five spirit roots, and the teacher is also Zheng Wencheng, his old man, I am the disciple of the master after you left the sect and practiced, and I am your eighth junior brother! Before going down the mountain, the master and his old man kept talking about you, senior brother. Yang Mingyang hugged Xiao Jingyu excitedly.