The warring sides in the Bodhi Courtyard stopped fighting at the same time, and they all looked at Yang Yi who came over.

The man in the golden mask danced wildly, his breath was vibrating, and his clothes were agitated, obviously disturbed by Yang Yi's appearance.

He had never seen someone with such a terrifying murderous aura, it was their most mysterious god-like and demon-like commander, and he did not have the monstrous murderous aura of Yang Yi's corpse mountain and sea of blood.

"Who are you?"

The golden masked man stared at Yang Yi tightly, the mask on his face trembled, and a hoarse voice came from under the mask, "There are few young masters in the world who are cultivators like you, are you Zhang Daoran of the Taixu Sect?"

The man's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and he seemed to be unable to speak clearly, so that one could not help but concentrate on the heart of the effort to discern the words he was saying.

"Huh, the Demon Sound Soul Separation Technique, are you from the Demon Gate?"

Yang Yi looked at the Golden Mask Man, "Are you a disciple of the Northern Sect or a remnant of the Southern Sect?"

In the Han Empire, the Buddha had east and west, and the devil was divided into north and south.

The Buddhist sects are different from the Eastern Zen sect and the Western Vinaya sect, while the Demon sect is divided into the southern sect and the northern sect.

Since the Demon Ancestor entered the Demon Sect to create the Demon Gate, for 10,000 years, this Demon Gate has been prosperous, until three thousand years ago, suddenly there was a big change, the Demon Gate at that time somehow fell into civil strife, and was divided into more than a dozen forces overnight, not giving in to each other, killing each other, and even ordinary people were affected, with countless casualties.

This chaos is getting bigger and bigger, and finally it caused the masters of the three sects of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism, and the three families worked together to finally suppress the chaos of this demon gate.

But in the following hundreds of years, the demon gate was gradually divided into two factions, the north and the south, although the northern sect killed fiercely and was bloodthirsty, but it rarely affected the ordinary people, and generally fought with the people in the martial arts.

Although the people in this Northern Sect Demon Sect have strange skills. The scheming is deep and difficult to prevent, but it is generally a normal martial artist.

However, because of the reasons for the exercises they practiced, the people in the southern sect were insidious and cunning, ruthless, and did everything to achieve their goals. has plagued countless ordinary people, and he likes to play with people's hearts the most, and is deeply despised by people in the martial arts, but at the same time, he is also deeply feared.

The Northern Sect Demon Sect called the disciples of the Southern Demon Sect traitors to the Demon Gate, but the disciples of the Southern Demon Sect thought that the disciples of the Northern Sect were separated from the Demon Dao and could not become demons, and they were not authentic.

The children of the North and South Demon Sects, once they meet, they will never die. They hate each other and have deep grudges.

After the birth of a generation of great Confucian Yang Shenxing, he legislated the world, shocked all directions, and refused to tolerate the actions of the children of the Southern Demon Sect, and he united with the children of the Confucian, Taoist, Buddha, Doctor, Bingjia and other major factions, and in three years, he killed the children of the Southern Demon Sect who had been in trouble in the world for thousands of years; destroyed the general altar and confiscated the classics. As a result, the Southern Demon Gate was almost completely wiped out, and there were very few people who escaped.

And Wan Daochang, the sect master of the Southern Sect, who was originally the supreme master of martial arts. In this battle, he was beaten by Yang Shenxing, who was weak in his age, and fell into the magma lake, and his bones were gone.

This battle also established the prestige of Yang Shenxing's supreme grandmaster.

After this battle, the Southern Demon Gate suffered a great loss of vitality, and there was not one in the old figures, and because of this. Xiao Tiandong, the sect leader of the Northern Demon Gate, had the opportunity to unify the Demon Gate, merging the northern and southern factions into one, and became the first Demon Gate Master in the true sense of the word to unify the Demon Gate in three thousand years.

It's just that the names of the two sects in the north and south have spread, and the world still habitually divides the demon sect into two factions, the north and the south, according to the methods and characteristics of the demon sect disciples.

This time of the past. In the martial arts, everyone knows about it, no one knows it, although Yang Shenxing has never told his children about this matter, but this matter is very important, and there is a detailed record in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the Taishi Mansion.

When the golden masked man spoke just now, he used the authentic exercise of the Demon Gate to leave the soul and the demon sound, after this kind of exercise was performed, the voice that came out was uncertain, and the words were vague, tempting people to have to listen attentively, but the more they concentrated, the more they couldn't hear clearly, the more they couldn't hear clearly, the more they concentrated, and they were slowly controlled by their minds, and they couldn't extricate themselves from the illusion, and they were at the disposal of the enemy.

This exercise cannot be practiced unless it is passed down by the Demon Sect.

That's why Yang Yi asked if this person was a remnant of the Southern Sect or a disciple of the Northern Sect.

When the golden masked man heard this, the aura on his body skyrocketed, "Do you recognize my Demon Gate Exercises? Are you Xiao Rannuo of the Northern Sect?"

Yang Yi laughed, "It seems that you are not a disciple of the Northern Sect, but it is impossible for you to be a member of the Southern Sect, but all the disciples of the Demon Sect never call their own sect the Demon Sect, they all call themselves disciples of the Holy Gate, Your Excellency is just a martial arts person who knows the exercises of the Demon Sect!"

When Yang Yi laughed, the golden masked man on the opposite side suddenly shouted, an iron spear had appeared in his hand, and the sound had just reached the ears of the people around him, this person had already arrived in front of Yang Yi, and the iron spear slammed out, piercing Yang Yi's chest.

A sword light flashed, and the Yitian Sword had already appeared in Yang Yi's hand, striding and dodging, the long sword was flat against the spear shaft, and slashed towards the right hand of this person holding the spear.

The Yitian long sword had just been attached to the spear shaft, and a strong force came from the spear shaft, which had already shaken the spear open, and Yang Yi's long sword did not stick to the spear shaft.

The moment the long sword shook open, Yang Yi followed the force of the counterattack, and the long sword in his hand slowly drew a circle in front of him, and covered the golden mask man.

The spear in the hand of the golden masked man suddenly disappeared, and the five fingers of his left hand waved lightly, and swept towards Yang Yi's chest like a pipa, and at the same time, his right foot was lightly raised, and he walked towards Yang Yi's right side, and the disappeared iron spear shot out of his waist like a snake, heading straight for Yang Yi's waist and eyes.

At this time, Yang Yi's sword circle had not yet been drawn, and this person squeezed over from the place where the circle had not yet closed.

Yang Yi didn't move, his upper body swayed lightly, and he had already flashed the momentum of this person's left hand, and at the same time, his left hand slashed into a knife and slashed at the tip of the iron spear that stabbed him, and the long sword in his right hand suddenly exploded into a little sword flower, enveloping the golden masked man.

When the palms of their hands met the tip of the spear, their bodies were shocked.

Yang Yi's long sword suddenly dissipated, and his body twisted and twisted like a snake and retreated rapidly, instantly crashing into the body of a nearby person with a silver mask.

The sound of bones shattering sounded from the person who was hit, and the sword light in Yang Yi's hand flashed, and he had already rushed into a group of bronze masked people.

The golden masked man took a few steps back, looked at the few cuts on the clothes on his chest that had been cut by sharp blades, took a deep breath, grabbed the iron spear in his hand, and stared at Yang Yi's ever-changing figure with his eyes.

Yang Yi had already killed three people wearing bronze masks, and at this time, the two silver mask people worked together to block Yang Yi's attack, and the remaining mask people formed a formation to surround Yang Yi.

The kung fu of the two silver masked people is not weak, Yang Yi can't even solve them for a while, but the weapons in their hands can't stop the sharpness of the Yitian Sword, and there is a series of sharp sounds, and the two swords are folded together, and the Yitian Sword slashes at the necks of the two.

At this moment, the golden masked man standing on the periphery had a spear in his hand running through Yang Yi's back.

Many masked people who surrounded Yang Yi also killed Yang Yi, and now Yang Yi has been attacked on all sides.

The monks on the other side had just reacted at this time.

"Moo!"

A long-bearded old monk who took the lead danced wildly, opened his mouth and drank violently, the supreme yoga dharma, and the six-character mantra mantra was shouted out by him.

In addition to Confucianism, Buddhism has the most magical powers.

The old monk shouted violently, except for the golden masked man, the bodies of all the masked people on the scene were shocked, and the action of attacking Yang Yi was slow.

Yang Yi ignored the spear stabbed by the golden masked man from behind, and when the two silver masked men were slightly stagnant by the old monk's roar, the Heavenly Sword in Yang Yi's hand had already slashed through the necks of the two of them like lightning.

The tip of the golden mask-man's iron spear was about to touch Yang Yi's back clothes. (To be continued.) )