Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Finger!

The original structure of the amplification!

Stepping on the body of thunder!

The origin structure of speed!

At the moment of one thousandth of a breath, Su Yang disappeared from Jian Wanli's sight out of thin air, like a ray of lightning that cut through the darkness, suddenly flashed behind Jian Wanli, and the heavenly tribulation thunder pointed at Jian Wanli's back heart.

It was too fast. Jian Wanli had no time to react when stepping on the virtual thunder body and cooperated with the original structure of speed.

It's too strong. The infinite power of the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Finger made Jian Wanli's scalp numb. Coupled with the increase in the original structure of the amplification, if the saint who proved the Tao was confirmed by this finger, he would probably have to peel off a layer of skin even if he didn't die.

Being trapped!

A trace of unwillingness flashed deep in Jian Wanli's eyes. He never expected that Su Yang was luring the enemy before. Why didn't he discover such an obvious trap before?

It’s not that I didn’t realize that the timing just now was too clever, and Jian Wanli urgently needed this victory. In addition, Su Yang’s acting skills are quite good, so Jian Wanli, a experienced swordsman, was not careful not to fall into the trap.

For a moment, Jian Wanli felt the fatal power coming from behind. Hundreds of thousands of thoughts flashed quickly in his heart in a breath, and one by one cracking method appeared and one by one was denied.

Yes, Su Yang's finger was too fast and too strong. Jian Wanli was like a dragon stepping into a trap. No matter how powerful he was, it was inevitable. The best result was to be seriously injured and barely save his life. This was the case with Su Yang's men showing mercy.

Faced with such a killing situation, Jian Wanli quickly made a decision when life and death broke out, his throat was dry, and his voice was hoarse and dejected: "I, admit defeat!"

Oh... The finger of the catastrophe turned into heaven was instantly frozen at Jian Wanli's back. It was so close that it was almost broken through the muscles on Jian Wanli's back, and one finger penetrated Jian Wanli's life.

At a real critical moment, feeling the irritable power, Jian Wanli was almost certain that as long as hesitated for a moment, he was probably already a dead person now.

Cold sweat had already slipped down my temples uncontrollably, and Jian Wanli's throat said dryly: "Can you take your fingers away from my back?"

"Of course, after all, you are also a very good servant, and I treat my own people quite well." Su Yang smiled and took back the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Finger. All the previous killer moves were hidden like a tiger hiding its fangs.

Feeling the threat gradually leaving, Jian Wanli could barely breathe a sigh of relief.

But before this breath was over, a unique causality and destiny and law of fate were entangled in him, locking him firmly like a shackle.

At the same time, Su Yang also felt that this cause and effect and destiny deepened, forming a certain bond, and naturally mastered a certain force in his heart. No matter what the situation, he could decide Jian Wanli's life and death with just one thought.

Yes, when Jian Wanli took the initiative to admit defeat, they bet on each other's future battle, and finally completed the content of the last step of the contract with the interference of the golden contract.

At this point, Jian Wanli will serve Su Yang as Su Yang's servant in the next thousand years.

When Jian Wanli thought of his thousand-year loss of freedom, he looked extremely depressed and held the sword in his hand tightly, wanting to resist, but he was plagued by cause and effect and bound by fate. Even the idea of ​​resisting was ruthlessly shattered in his heart, and soon the heart to resist Su Yang was hardly able to rise.

"Master, please punish all the previous disrespects." Jian Wanli, under the interference of cause and effect and fate, lifted his clothes helplessly, knelt in front of Su Yang on one knee, and lowered his head to express his surrender.

"Get up, I won't pursue your fault for the time being. If you dare to do this in the future, you will definitely not forgive me." Su Yang waved his hand slightly, and there was no need to continue pursuing it.

"Yes, master!" Jian Wanli responded slowly. Under the interference of cause and effect and fate, he seemed to be accustomed to his new identity. He stood up with Su Yang's order, returned the sword to the sheath, and respectfully protected Su Yang.

"Let's go, let's go back to the Divine Moon War Bow." Su Yang left a sentence, then stepped into the sky with one step, stepped on the thunder, and flashed into the side of the Divine Moon War Bow.

Diya frowned and followed Su Yang, looking at Jian Wanli, who turned around and took the sword-shaped Breaking Shuttle. After hesitating, he bit and said to Su Yang: "Although there is a golden contract, you'd better not trust Jian Wanli too much."

Su Yang looked at Diya slightly squintedly and asked.

Diya continued: "Jian Wanli is indeed a rare genius in the Sword Spirit Clan, but this person has a very poor reputation. For the sake of little cultivation resources, even his own clan will be framed. After the crimes were exposed, even the Sword Spirit Clan could not tolerate him. He was dealt with as exile and would not step into the sword spirit world for the rest of his life, and he could not regard himself as a sword spirit clan. Therefore, although there is a golden contract now, I believe that one day in the future, as long as he finds a way to unlock the golden contract, he will bite you without hesitation."

Su Yang nodded lightly and replied somewhat perfunctorily: "Okay, I understand, I will pay attention."

Diya was so angry that she wanted to point at Su Yang's nose and curse, and said angrily: "Su Yang, I know you are very confident, and even a little conceited. When the day Jian Wanli betrays you, you will definitely die miserably."

Su Yang smiled indifferently, pressed his hand slightly, and signaled Diya to be calm and wait and see everything.

At the same time, Jian Wanli had already put away his sword-shaped Breaking Shuttle, stepped on the flying sword, and came to Su Yang. He gave a respectful salute, then squinted his eyes and looked at Diya coldly, and said, "I personally think it is not a good thing to say bad things behind the scenes. Humph, for the sake of the master, I won't care about you this time. If you dare to gossip behind your back again, I don't mind cutting off your tongue."

Diya sneered, "I'll give you this opportunity to see if your sword is faster or my hammer is heavier."

Jian Wanli didn't reply, squinted his eyes and held his hand on the hilt of the sword, his eyes like a sword, as if he would start a sudden attack in the next moment, and a sword penetrated Diya's throat.

Diya felt the threat, like a Persian cat with a hair blown up. She lifted the hammer in her hand slightly and was in the best position to exert force. It seemed that she could hit the other party with one hammer at any time.

Seeing the atmosphere becoming more and more tense, Su Yang took a step between the two sides helplessly and said lightly: "Do you want to fight? I don't mind practicing with you."

"Hmph!" After all, Diya followed Su Yang for a long time. After realizing Su Yang's displeasure, she snorted lightly, took the initiative to put away the hammer in her hand, and shot a magic trick. Then she saw a illusion light shot out from the Shenyue Battle Bow, covering her and disappeared from the spot.

"Master, my subordinates will carefully control their emotions in the future and will not have any friction with this woman." Jian Wanli responded respectfully, as if he had accepted his fate and had no backbone at all.

Su Yang nodded without comment and also made a spell, controlling the Shenyue Battle Bow to shoot a illusion light, covering him and Jian Wanli, disappeared out of thin air, and entered the Shenyue Battle Bow Bow.

After returning to the Shenyue War Bow, Diya was so angry that she had already returned to her house to rest; Song Shan never left the cultivation room from the beginning to the end, as if nothing happened outside had to do with him; only the most idle King Jiulu was waiting for Su Yang's return, and when he met, he smiled: "The matter has been resolved? Are you still going to the demon world?"

Su Yang nodded and replied, "Go, although the possibility is not high, what if you get something?"

Jiulu Zhenjun smiled and said, "To be honest, I just calculated my fingers and felt that what might happen after we entered the demon world."

Jiulu Zhenjun is proficient in the art of fortune-telling, and Su Yang has known it for a long time, but this guy's fortune-telling method is sometimes effective but not at all. It's okay to listen to it, but he can't do it in real life.

However, Su Yang still replied with a smile: "I would like to lend you a good word. It would be great if I could find a gap in the demon world to enter the great realm of cultivation."

The King of Jiulu didn't care. He smiled slightly, then tilted his head to look at Jian Wanli, and said with a smile: "Is the Sword Spirit Clan? Not bad, he is also a relatively excellent thug. Unfortunately, he has not mastered the two sword moves of the four swords of Zhu Tian collected by the Sword Spirit Clan, otherwise he would be a more excellent thug."

Su Yang was slightly stunned. To be honest, he did learn the clues about the Four Swords of Zhutian. One was to study and see if he could gain anything, and the other was to collect it for his wife. However, Jian Wanli did not have the two sword moves in the Four Swords of Zhutian collected by the Sword Spirit clan.

As if he realized Su Yang's thought, Jian Wanli said for granted: "The four swords of Zhu Tian are powerful and have infinite mystery. Therefore, in the sword spirit clan, unless one can see the cultivation level of the saint who has attained enlightenment, he is qualified to choose one from the Desolation Style and the Desolation Style. If one wants to practice both styles, one must see the fundamental perfection of the nine great things and has outstanding contributions to be qualified to practice the other style. Therefore, the current sword spirit clan has not seen the existence of two styles being able to practice together for eight thousand years."

Su Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "If you steal the Heaven-Breaking Style and the Heaven-Breaking Style, are you able to do it?"

Jian Wanli lowered his head and said, "Master, I will forgive my subordinates for being incompetent."

Su Yang felt a pity, but he still asked in detail about it. Finally, after learning that even Jian Wanli didn't know the location of the Potian Style. After the collection of the Destroyed Style, he had to give up.

However, in the end, Jian Wanli hesitated for a moment, perhaps because of the constraints of the golden contract book, and he finally said: "For tens of thousands of years, the sword spirit clan has never forgotten to collect the four swords of Zhu Tian. Finally, he successfully calculated that it was the Tianzhe style, one of the last two sword moves of Zhu Tian Four Swords, which is very likely to be in the Great Realm of Cultivation."

When Su Yang heard this, he immediately narrowed his eyes. The sword spirit clan had some tricks. The Jietian style is the treasure of the Sword Sect in the Great Realm of Cultivation. He is currently practicing by his wife Nie Lingbo.

But Su Yang did not need to explain to Jian Wanli, so he asked: "Then the last sword move, the strongest Zhutian style, the four swords of Zhutian, what clues do the sword spirit clan have?"

Jian Wanli hesitated for a moment before saying, "There is a guess that he should be in Biyoushan, the practice temple of Taisu Daozun, but no one knows where Biyoushan is."

Su Yang felt a little regretful again, but as if he had noticed something, he nodded and said, "Okay, there's nothing you can do here. Find a room by yourself and recover from the injury."

Jian Wanli dared not disobey and left with a bow.

After Jian Wanli left, Su Yang stared at Jiulu Zhenjun with bright eyes, and asked with a smile on his face, "Old ghost, do you have nothing to say?"
Chapter completed!