Chapter 329 Weird, the ancestors have rebelled?

Yang Che returned to his 'Zhang Gu' appearance and left the Insect Flame Valley very quickly, arriving at the previous entrance and exit.

The place was filled with people and a large number of monks gathered.

"Junior Brother Zhang."

The gentle-faced elder Wu Zhen of Sword Seven Peaks saw Yang Che coming out of the valley, and immediately waved to Yang Che and shouted.

Yang Che turned his head and looked around. Beside a weathered rock, almost all the dozens of monks from the Qing Sword Sect were gathered there.

As the great disciple of Jian Si Peak, Zhang Gu, he naturally came here quickly.

"Senior Brother Wu."

Yang Che bowed his hands, glanced at the crowd from the corner of his eye, and found that Zhou Qingruo was also safe and sound among them.

Many disciples looked at him with awe.

There were even some female disciples looking at him with admiring eyes.

Zhang Gu, the Sword Sect of the Qing Dynasty, was able to withstand the Caiban monk named Tu who was in the early stage of Nascent Soul with his mid-stage pill formation cultivation level, making Zhang Gu famous in this chaotic wasteland.

There were many chaotic and scattered pill-forming cultivators around. Although they were very evil and their eyes were full of ruthlessness, they looked at 'Zhang Gu' with a hint of fear.

Yang Che soon discovered that the two Nascent Soul monks from Qingjian Sect did not appear.

Not only the Qing Sword Sect, but also other casual cultivating forces did not have Nascent Soul cultivators.

So he looked at Wu Zhen and asked doubtfully: "Senior Brother Wu, there are two Yuan Ying seniors from my sect..."

Wu Zhen, who was in the middle stage of pill formation, looked solemn and said:

"Junior Brother Zhang, we are all gathered here just to wait for Uncle Zhou and Uncle An from Jiufeng. Every time the valley is closed, the Nascent Soul monk is the last to come out."

"Oh. That's it."

Yang Che nodded slightly. Although he still had some doubts in his heart, he didn't ask any more questions.

On the other hand, hearing Wu Zhen's mention of 'Jiufeng Master Zhou' just now, memories flooded Yang Che's mind, and then a burly old man with a beard as short as a steel needle emerged.

This person is Zhou Zheng, the master of Jianjiu Peak.

In the Jian Yifeng Hall, when Master Zhang Sheng led six peak masters to the Blood Coffin Crypt at the bottom of the river, Yang Che had seen the peak master of the Nine Peaks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

The time for the entrance and exit of Insect Flame Valley to close was getting closer and closer, and all the monks couldn't help but become inexplicably nervous.

It can be seen that the five-color mist at the entrance is constantly filling the air, but no Nascent Soul monk has yet to come out of the valley.

This was so strange and weird that even Yang Che couldn't help but feel confused.

There were more and more five-color mist, and it was about to completely cover the entrance and exit. At this time, the powerful aura of more than a dozen Nascent Soul monks suddenly surged from the valley.

At the moment when the entrance and exit of the Insect Flame Valley completely disappeared, a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators finally came out at the last moment.

Yang Che's eyes narrowed.

He saw the master of the Nine Peaks, Zhou Zheng Peak, and a middle-aged scribe-looking early-stage Nascent Soul monk next to him.

"Uncle Zhou, Uncle An."

Several alchemy monks led by Elder Wu Zhen of Sword Seventh Peak immediately walked towards the two Nascent Soul monks.

Yang Che accidentally glanced at the eyes of these Nascent Soul cultivators and was suddenly startled.

However, he quickly withdrew his gaze, followed Wu Zhen and the others very low-key, and walked over.

Yang Che's current spiritual consciousness is not weaker than that of early Yuanying monks.

Even because of practicing the magical "Tian Yan Jue", his spiritual consciousness is a bit stronger than that of ordinary early Yuanying monks.

Moreover, he has dealt with many descendants of the ancient demon clan and is very familiar with their aura.

Therefore, at that moment, he strangely sensed that there was a faint aura of demonic power among these Nascent Soul monks.

It was just that this breath passed away in a flash, and if Yang Che tried to capture it later, he could no longer capture it.

His face remained calm, but his whole body was secretly on guard.

Although Yang Che kept a low profile, Zhou Zheng's eyes quickly fell on him:

"You are Zhang Gu, right? Not bad. Senior Brother Zhang finally has a reliable disciple. Let's go back to Qing Jian Sect."

Yang Che immediately acted like he was flattered and quickly bowed respectfully to Zhou Zheng and the monk surnamed An.

Zhou Zheng, a burly old man with a beard as short as steel needles, raised his hand and transformed into a flying boat.

All the disciples got on the flying boat.

Yang Che couldn't think of a reason to refuse for a moment, so he had no choice but to stand up quietly.

Zhou Zheng fired a magic spell, and a blue light shield suddenly appeared, protecting the entire flying boat. Then the speed suddenly accelerated and flew towards the Qing Jianzong direction.

Almost an hour later.

Everything on the flying boat was normal and there was no sign of danger.

But Yang Che still didn't let down his guard.

Another hour passed.

The flying boat entered a dark area where wind and sand were raging.

As soon as it entered, the flying boat suddenly seemed to hit some barrier. It made a loud bang, shook violently, and vibrated continuously.

Then he was blocked abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, dense black-clothed monks appeared all around and surrounded the flying boat.

The demonic aura of these monks was billowing, and they were obviously all demonic monks. Without saying a word, they threw out the light of flame and began to attack the flying boat.

The firelight fell on the protective cover of the flying boat, making a huge roar.

The protective shield withstood this wave of fire attacks.

But soon, two monks in the early stage of Nascent Soul came out from the monks in black. They still didn't say anything nonsense. They both raised their arms and faced each other in a strange posture.

As the two of them shouted loudly, a huge fireball emerged between their arms.

"disease."

The terrifyingly high-temperature fireball immediately flew towards the blue protective cover of the flying boat, crashed into it with a roar.

Directly knocking out a big hole in the protective cover.

"kill"

The magic cultivators immediately sacrificed their magic weapons and rushed into the flying boat.

Yang Che swept his consciousness and found that except for the two Nascent Soul cultivators, all the other disciples showed signs of panic.

Master Zhou of Jianjiu Peak and the middle-aged scribe An immediately fought with the two demonic Nascent Soul monks.

Yang Che faintly noticed that something seemed wrong.

He ducked close to Elder Wu Zhen of Qifeng and said quickly: "Senior Brother Wu, don't be reluctant to fight, take all the disciples and escape quickly."

Elder Wu Zhen was startled, not knowing what Yang Che meant.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Peak Master Zhou Zheng and the middle-aged scribe An, who were originally fighting against the demonic Nascent Soul cultivator, suddenly emitted a strange black light. They both looked in great pain, but soon, the painful expressions disappeared and turned into ferocious and crazy.

They no longer attacked the demonic monks, but instead began to kill Qingjian Sect disciples.

"escape!"

Yang Che shouted loudly, shocking all the disciples of the Qing Sword Sect who were enlightened.

Have these disciples ever seen such a scene, where their ancestor-level Nascent Soul monks have all ‘rebelled’?

They were all horrified and fled towards the back of the flying boat.

There are no Yuanying-level monks there, so it is the only breakthrough.

However, as soon as they started to move, the middle-aged scribe An teleported over and blocked the path of the cultivators.

"I'll hold him back. You keep running."

At this moment, Yang Che deeply felt the 'lack of freedom' in the sect.

If he wanted to escape alone, it would be easy.

But for the sake of his master Zhang Sheng, he must use the identity of 'Zhang Gu' to help his master regain his former majesty in the Qing Sword Sect.

There was no time to think about what happened to Master Zhou Zheng and the middle-aged scholar named An in the Chongyan Valley. His thirty-nine stone swords flew out with a roar, slashing at the middle-aged scholar named An with greater power than before. Year scribe.

However, the next moment, the mutation reappeared.

I saw Zhou Zhengjie laughing wildly several times, and endless black mist suddenly poured out from his body, covering all the Qingjian Sect disciples including Yang Che.