Chapter 295: Changshengtang attacks

Although I have seen Xuan Tianji's skills, when I walked along the way without seeing any danger, the people in Qingyun Sect couldn't help but look complicated, blinking an innocent pair of eyes, full of helplessness. ~,

One tripod keeps the sky, one tripod keeps the earth!

When Xuan Tianji flew forward, the dangerous lands turned into the safest area under the influence of the two tripods. In the field, whether it was strange flowers and plants, or strange beasts and poisonous insects, they were all firmly suppressed.

When he saw the interesting one, Xuan Tianji called him casually and put him in the Qingping Sword.

The Qingyun Sect follow Xuan Tianji, rather than experience, it is traveling and enjoying the unique scenery of Death.

There are tall trees everywhere in the forest, and there are dense thorns and shrubs, flowers and plants, and strange beasts and poisonous insects that have never appeared in the world outside the dead waters appear in front of you from time to time.

Something incredible is that sometimes they fly past a big tree in the air and accidentally hit a dead branch. The dead branch suddenly turns into a gray poisonous insect and falls to the ground, causing the female disciples around to scream shrillly.

Also, in a puddle in the forest, a huge strange flower bloomed, trembling with the wind, and a faint sweet fragrance spread in the wind. It looked extremely beautiful, but unexpectedly, when a monster accidentally hit it, all the flowers suddenly moved, and surrounded the place where the monster was from all directions. The red crystal ball on the branch of the flower had a strong stickiness, which made the monster unable to break free. In a short while, more and more petals surrounded it layer by layer, and finally wrapped the monster that was taller. Even the roar of the monster gradually became low.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the giant flower slowly opened its petals, emitting an attractive and strange fragrance. However, the monsters had no corpse!

This left some female disciples speechless. One of them even scared her into a cold sweat. She wanted to go over and pick the giant flower!

After this series of people, although there was no personal danger, they could not help but be secretly shocked.

At this moment, seeing the night getting darker. Xiao Yicai hurriedly asked everyone to rest and just found a clearing in the forest. It seemed that there was no danger yet, so the few people settled down to rest.

Zeng Shushu walked to the side carefully and focused his vigilance. At the same time, he controlled the magic weapon Xuanyuan Sword, set off the glimmer of light, carefully guarded, and picked up some dry branches. Finally, he picked up some dry branches and prepared to make a fire.

Lin Jingyu was watching while watching, and suddenly couldn't help laughing. Zeng Shushu heard it in his ears, looked at him and knew his feelings. He couldn't help but laugh.

In the past two thousand years since the establishment of the Qingyun Sect, the one who picks firewood the most carefully and cautiously must be today's Zeng Shushu!

Looking back, Zeng Shushu took out the fire sack from his arms, but it rained heavily during the day, and the firewood nearby was a little wet. After a long time of growth, a lot of smoke came out, which ignited the fire.

Xuan Tianji shook his head. This monk also used fire snatches to ignite fire. As expected, he had not reached his home in his practice. He pointed it out casually. A fire dragon appeared from the void. It fell on the bonfire and immediately made the surroundings warm as spring, driving away the bone-thrusting night cold in the dead water.

At the same time, his mind moved, and two large energy cauldrons on his head gradually disappeared.

If he remembers correctly, the younger generation of Qingyun Sect will meet Yu Yangzi, the leader of the Demon Cult Changshengtang, and there may be a big battle.

With his two tripods suppressing him, how could Yu Yangzi dare to attack?

Therefore, he might as well hide the second tripod and let Yuyangzi come. He wanted to see how capable the outstanding disciples of Qingyun Sect were.

As for the thoughts of the disciples of the Qingyun Sect, he naturally ignored them.

Xiao Yicai, Lu Xueqi, Zeng Shushu and other younger generations were silent around the bonfire, as if they were meditating with their eyes closed. Xiao Huan and Tian He seemed to be tired, and they lay next to Xuan Tianji, as if they had already fallen asleep. Only Xuan Tianji, Zhao Linger and Zhou Yixian were still sitting next to the fire without any sleepiness.

The night sky is covered with gray. Not to mention the moon, you can't even see half of the star.

In the ancient forest, it became quieter. In the cold wind, it seemed as if someone was sighing quietly in the treetops, in the distant horizon...

The other end of the Death.

Yu Yangzi, the leader of the Demon Cult Changshengtang, stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky. The night wind in the swamp blew, blowing his clothes and fluttering slightly, looking at the extraordinary demeanor, as if he was an immortal.

Apart from his left hand, his sleeves were empty, adding a bit of inexplicable funnyness.

That was the sign that when he fought in Qingyun Mountain, he was unfortunately injured under the world's No. 1 magical sword - Zhu Xian.

The night breeze was a little cool, and the air seemed to be filled with the wetness of the heavy rain just now. Darkness filled the surroundings, but only his figure was still standing there, unyielding and conspicuous.

In the darkness behind him, a faint sound of breathing came, his disciples hiding in the darkness, waiting patiently for his commands in the darkness.

The Demon Cult Changshengtang rose eight hundred years ago and was passed down to Yuyangzi's generation. It is already the seventh generation with a long history, but no one knows better than Yuyangzi himself that behind this unlimited glory, the crisis facing Changshengtang.

No successor!

Ten years ago, during the battle of Qingyun, Yu Yangzi was promoted to be the host by the other three sects of the Demon Cult. This was the most prosperous and peak moment in the Demon Cult for hundreds of years.

At that time, Yu Yangzi was full of complacent ambitions and had more than a dozen proud masters in his hands, all of which he had worked hard to cultivate in the past century.

At that time, Yu Yangzi really thought that there was no longer anything in this world that would stop him. As long as he defeated the old Qingyun Sect in one fell swoop, the reputation of Changshengtang will naturally shock the Demon Sect. With his own strength and his masters, Changshengtang will be the second Blood Refining Hall in 800 years; and he will also become the second black-hearted old man!

However, these beautiful dreams turned into bubbles on Qingyun Mountain and under the Zhuxian Sword!

He lost a left hand in the Zhuxian Sword Formation, and not only did he lose his Taoist practice, because Changshengtang was the sect of presidency, so the masters under his seat were naturally on the front line to fight to the decisive battle, and half of them were spent on Tongtian Peak and the elders of Qingyun Sect.

Later, the Zhuxian Sword Formation was launched, and the remaining masters of Changshengtang were killed and injured. There were only one or two people who escaped, and they were almost wiped out.

In this world, everything is easy to obtain, but the most difficult to obtain is talents, especially those whom you can cultivate completely trust!

Over the past ten years, Yu Yangzi has worked hard and Changshengtang has gradually improved. But in Yu Yangzi's heart, the shadow is getting bigger and bigger.

In the battle of Qingyun, the main combat power of Changshengtang was almost completely destroyed. Over the years, if Yu Yangzi had not been too high in his practice and shocked the enemies around him, especially seven years ago, he made a quick decision and despite his subordinates' opposition, he forcibly moved the Zongtang to a remote place in the Death Swamp, away from the sphere of influence of the other three sects, otherwise the consequences would be unknown.

However, just a month ago, the increasingly fierce internal struggle in the Demon Sect came to an abrupt end. The last powerful small and medium-sized sect, Demon-Oiling Hall, was finally subdued by the Ghost King Sect.

Everyone stood in the front. After a brief and suffocating calm, Yuyangzi intuitively expected that what would happen next would soon be a fierce internal struggle among the four major sects of the Demon Cult.

After all, in the hearts of countless disciples of the Demon Sect, the figure of the black-hearted old man who unified the Demon Sect and dominated the world by eight hundred years ago is an eternal legend! But legends are legends, at this moment, it is extremely unfavorable to Changshengtang and even Yu Yangzi. Due to their strength, Changshengtang is powerless in the internal struggle for small and medium-sized sects. This rises and falls, and the strength is even wider than the other three sects. Yu Yangzi is worried about this and can hardly sleep at night.

At this moment, as if God opened his eyes, next to Changshengtang, a strange sign of the birth of a strange treasure suddenly appeared in the swamp of death.

Yu Yangzi was surprised and could really get a treasure like the "Zhu Xian Ancient Sword" of Qingyunmen. First of all, there would be no problem in protecting Changshengtang, and then Xutu developed, and it might not be impossible to turn over in the future.

Under this situation, Changshengtang regards the treasures in the Death Sect as something in his pocket and will never allow others to touch them. However, he doesn't know who leaked the news. The news has spread to the world in just a few days. Suddenly, the world is looking at each other, and the masters of good and evil gather together with Death Sect.

Yu Yangzi was shocked and angry, but at this moment, he could no longer allow him to retreat, so he arose all the strength of Changshengtang and arranged it in the Death Sect. While trying his best to find the whereabouts of the strange treasure, he was responsible for sniping and killing foreign enemies. In the past few days, there were no less than dozens of people who were secretly killed by Changshengtang in the Death Sect, including both the righteous immortals and other masters of the Death Sect.

For the sake of life and death of this sect, Yu Yangzi is already desperate!

That night, Yu Yangzi received a secret report from the disciples. A group of righteous people stationed near the Neize in front of him, preparing to spend the night there. As the next wave of spies' rewards came, Yu Yangzi's face gradually became cold, and he already understood who they were.

That was the most elite young disciples under the Qingyun Sect. Yu Yangzi frowned, took a deep breath, staring into the distance, as if waiting for something.

After a while, a slight footsteps suddenly sounded in the darkness behind him. A middle-aged man who looked smart and thin walked out and came to Yu Yangzi. Yu Yangzi immediately turned around and faced him. Obviously, this person's identity was extraordinary.

This middle-aged man is named Meng Ji. He is one of the best masters under Yu Yangzi, Changshengtang. He is also one of the few remaining Changshengtang masters since the battle of Qingyun Mountain. Therefore, he is even more trustworthy. At this moment, Yu Yangzi was unable to make up his mind and had to wait for this person to come back.

Meng Ji bowed to Yu Yangzi, and Yu Yangzi shook his head slightly and said, "Forget it, there is no need to be too polite, how about it?"

This sentence was completely unfinished, but Meng Ji obviously knew what Yu Yangzi asked and whispered: "I have taken people to the Heishuigou on the other side of the Death Ze. I have searched the area around the Baimahe River. I have not found the Ghost King Sect. People from Wandu Sect and Hehuan Sect have entered in a large number. There are only a few single small sect figures. My subordinates have already taken the initiative to solve the problem."

Yu Yangzi was excited and smiled for the first time, nodding and said, "Okay! In this way, we have no worries. Tonight, we will attack the young people who are ignorant of the sky and earth. To get rid of these people first, and the righteous path will be unable to compete with us again!"

Meng Ji didn't seem to be happy on his face, but instead hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Master of the Sect, but three days ago, a secret whistle near Dawang Village sent back news, it seemed that Bi Yao and Qin Wuyan had already reached the vicinity of the Death Ze, and the Jin Pinger of the Hehuan Sect has always been wandering, so we must be careful!"

Yu Yangzi's muscles trembled, and he showed an angry look, and said with hatred: "How can I not know this! Those people in the righteous way just want that treasure, but the Wandu Sect and the Ghost King Sect want my life!"

Meng Ji was shocked, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He looked unstable and whispered: "Sect Master, what should we do?"

Yu Yangzi snorted, took a deep breath, slowed down, and said, "At this point, we have no way to look back. While the Wanpo Sect, the Ghost King Sect and Hehuan Sect had not arrived, we will first solve the kids of the righteous path, and then search for the strange treasure with all our might. Once we get it, it seems that this is a rare treasure that has never been released in the world, so we are not afraid of the other three factions!"

Meng Ji lowered his head and said, "The master of the sect has great insight."

Yu Yangzi nodded slightly, then turned around, calmed down, stretched out his only right hand now, waved forward heavily in the night, and suddenly there was a gathering of figures in the darkness. A moment later, a large number of disciples of the Changsheng Clan appeared, rushing towards Yu Yangzi's fingers in a familiar way. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!