Chapter 557 The Origin of the Ancient Black Feather Cloak

Yang Che made a secret with one hand, flicked his fingers, and hit the protective light screen formed by the 'storm talisman' with an extremely powerful force, knocking Mo Kuilong's small sword magic weapon away very easily.

The old man Mo Kuilong, who had many wrinkles on his face, was immediately shocked.

With just a direct collision of attacks, Mo Kuilong immediately realized that the rough young man in front of him did have the strength to fight against the cultivator of the Transformation of Gods.

Thinking of this, Mo Kuilong immediately reached out and took back the small sword magic weapon. Then, after a moment of uncertainty on his face, he said slowly:

"Zhang Daoyou, you and I are both in the realm of God Transformation. If we really fight, I'm afraid no one will be able to win. I admit that my judgment on you was indeed wrong. Since Zhang Daoyou is a real God Transformation monk, then we, the Mo family, and you What do you think about fulfilling the agreement we made with Shen Tuyun?"

When Yang Che heard this, he couldn't help but sneer at Mo Kuilong's 'wishful thinking'.

"Let me tell you one last time, your Mo family, all the monks at Nascent Soul and above, if you donate your soul blood, I can spare your lives."

Yang Che calmly repeated what he said before, and his tone was even colder than before, with murderous intent filling the air.

Seeing that Yang Che still meant this, Mo Kuilong was furious, but he immediately became suspicious. How could the monk named Zhang Gu have the confidence to let him despise the Mo family so much?

"Is there really something powerful about this person that I can't rely on?"

The uneasiness in Mo Kuilong's heart suddenly grew bigger and bigger, causing the anger he originally had to weaken a lot invisibly.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, your request is really too much. If you hand over your soul blood, won't our Mo family become slaves? If this is the case, our Mo family would rather die than make such a choice."

Mo Kuilong's voice was low.

These words were his true words.

As a cultivator in the middle stage of transforming into a god, even though he vaguely sensed that this ‘Zhang Gu’ was extremely difficult to mess with, the dignity of a cultivator in transforming into a god would never allow him to be trampled on in this way.

"Okay, if that's the case. Then let's fight to the death."

Yang Che was too lazy to talk nonsense.

The jade slip he gave to his senior sister just now was about the current situation of senior senior brother Yu Ba Dao and the formation patterns used by senior senior brother to construct the mysterious ancient teleportation array.

He also explained that the teleportation array of the eldest brother was about to be successfully constructed, and the place where the eldest brother was going was the other end of the ancient teleportation array.

If senior sister can build an identical teleportation array, she can teleport to the same place where senior brother is about to go.

The senior sister's words just now indicate that she is willing to choose to stay in Dark Abyss City and build such an ancient teleportation array.

In this case, Yang Che's plan is of course to subdue these strong men of the Mo family so that there will be no existence in Dark Abyss City that can threaten the senior sister.

Yang Che's aura suddenly changed, and he directly manifested the three-star ancient demon clone. He held the Nine Spirit Sword and slashed at Mo Kuilong.

The power of this sword made Mo Kuilong's pupils shrink suddenly, and his heart was extremely shocked.

He could clearly feel that this sword was enough to destroy him physically and mentally!

The arrogance and dignity of the monk in the middle stage of Mo Kuilong's divine transformation were completely crushed by the power of this terrifying sword.

Without any hesitation, a drop of soul blood suddenly floated out from between his eyebrows and shot towards Yang Che.

Yang Che's eyes narrowed and he immediately stopped the Nine Spirit Sword in his hand.

As the ancestor of the Mo family handed over his soul blood, the head of the Mo family, Mo Jiang, and a group of Mo family Yuanying monks had no choice but to hand over their soul blood, even though they were very unwilling.

These Mo family members are also very aware of the cruelty of the world of immortality. In the end, strength is respected.

Facing a powerful monk who can kill the ancestor of the Mo family with one sword, there is no doubt that this person can also destroy the Mo family and slaughter the clan, so they have no choice.

And all this is because the Mo family made wrong judgments and choices before, and now they can only reap the consequences bitterly.

Yang Che handed over all the soul blood of the Mo family to senior sister Shen Tuyun.

Then he and his senior sister returned to the quiet ancient house in the east of the city.

After staying with his senior sister for a few days, Yang Che immediately sent a message to Mo Jiang, the head of the Mo family, and ordered him to come to the ancient house immediately.

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Yang Che sat on the chair, while Mo Jiang stood with his hands in hand with utmost respect.

With a movement of his palm, Yang Che took out the ancient treasure black feather cloak and placed it on the table.

"Mo Jiang, you should still remember this ancient treasure, right?"

The dwarf old man Mo Jiang immediately recognized it as one of the four ancient treasures that he personally handed to Yang Che.

He didn't know what Yang Che meant, so he nodded without daring to speak.

Yang Che then asked: "How did your Mo family obtain this ancient treasure? You have to tell me every word in detail."

When Mo Jiang heard this, although he was surprised, he still clearly told Yang Che the origin of this ancient treasure word for word.

"Oh? You mean the casual cultivator named Huo Cang sold it to your Mo family's 'Mo Pavilion'?"

Yang Che frowned slightly, stared at Mo Jiang coldly, and asked in disbelief.

"Mo will definitely not dare to deceive you in the slightest." When Mo Jiang saw Yang Che's expression, his heart trembled, and he immediately raised his hands and saluted, and said in an extremely firm voice.

Yang Che snorted lightly and said coldly: "In that case, go find that 'Huo Cang' and I will ask him personally."

Mo Jiang suddenly looked confused.

This scattered cultivator has no fixed address, and more than a hundred years have passed. It is not easy to find this Huo Cang immediately.

Yang Che noticed Mo Jiang's dilemma, thought about it for a moment, and then said: "I'll give you three months. You must bring this Huo Cang to me within three months."

When Mo Jiang heard that there was a three-month deadline, he felt slightly relieved and immediately nodded in agreement and respectfully resigned.

"Senior Youfeng, we can only wait patiently for a while longer."

Yang Che sent a message to Hell Youfeng, with a helpless tone in his voice.

"It doesn't matter. We have waited for so long, so we don't mind waiting for another three months."

Hell Youfeng said, and suddenly said: "Yang Che, since you have to wait for three months, you might as well go back to Zitian City first."

"Senior Youfeng, don't worry. I heard from my senior sister that her attainments in making talismans have improved again, and she plans to spend three months to personally teach me how to make advanced talismans."

Yang Che said, with a hint of excitement in his heart.

"That's good. Your senior sister's talent for making talismans is indeed very high." Hell Youfeng also agreed with this.

So in the following time, Yang Che forcibly suppressed the urge to return to Zitian City immediately, while waiting for Mo Jiang's information, he continued to practice the art of making talismans with his senior sister Shen Tuyun.

Two and a half months later

One day, Yang Che was using the Ghost Fox Pen to make a high-level primary talisman, when Mo Jiang suddenly sent a message saying that Huo Cang had been found.

Yang Che stopped making the talisman and came to the front hall.

After a while, the dwarf old man Mo Jiang came in with a medium-sized Yuanying early stage cultivator.

This Yuanying early stage cultivator was extremely old, and Yang Che sensed a faint death aura from him.

Before the old man could speak, Yang Che directly took out the black feather cloak ancient treasure and said straight to the point:

"Daoyou, where did you get this cloak ancient treasure?"

Facing a half-step into the spirit realm and a real spirit realm cultivator, the old man naturally did not dare to act rashly, and immediately bowed and said:

"To answer the senior, this ancient treasure was obtained when I and several friends explored a dangerous place together in the past. However, this ancient treasure does not seem to be in that dangerous place. Instead, it flew out automatically from a space turbulence in the deepest part of the dangerous place."

Yang Che's heart sank slightly when he heard this.

If this is true, Senior Youfeng's wish may not come true.

"Yang Che, ask him where the dangerous place is?"

Suddenly, the voice of Hell Youfeng came to Yang Che's mind.