Chapter 118 Zhao Family Crisis
Night gradually fell, and the faint starlight reflected on the snow through the dark clouds, and the reflected light illuminated parts of the world.
On Bianhe Mountain, each of the Zhao family's disciples looked wary and patrolled their own mountain gate.
Tonight, on this quite towering thousand-foot-high mountain, all the mountain-protecting formations were deployed, and layers of looming light masks covered a large area.
Yang Tianyou stood on a large blue stone and looked into the distance. His white-gold pupils reflected wisps of starlight. His invisible eyes spanned seven or eight miles in an instant and landed on Bianhe Mountain.
It was like the fog was being peeled off layer by layer, even the second-order high-grade formations were slowly but firmly penetrated by the Taibai Golden Eyes, and blurry figures flashed through his mind one after another.
Time passed and the night got darker. Suddenly, an undisguised aura of violence came from the western sky. In a daze, Yang Tianyou seemed to see a towering peak pushing towards Bianhe Mountain.
Even though it was more than ten miles away, the aura of violence and madness was as chilling as a mortal facing a vicious ghost.
"Iron Rakshasa..."
Yang Tianyou's eyes were solemn, not because of the owner of this aura, but because he was worried about his family.
Tie Luo Sha is sent to the Zhao family, so Qi Yulong is likely to go to Ziyue Mountain.
Regardless of whether the latter has seen through the Yang family's plan, the strength of his golden elixir demon cultivator alone is a huge threat, which has to make Yang Tianyou worried.
But after thinking about the two golden elixir monks from the Gold and Silver Alliance in the family, Yang Tianyou slowly put his heart back in his stomach. Even if the two golden elixirs couldn't defeat Qi Yulong, they could still save the Yang family, right?
Shaking his head to drive away these messy thoughts, he began to concentrate on preparing to attack Bian Heshan.
The Iron Rakshasa has arrived, and the battle is not far away.
At this time, Liu Changqing stepped forward, frowning slightly, "Iron Rakshasa has arrived in person. You must be careful during this operation. Don't conflict with him until necessary. This guy is too strong!"
"Of course I understand this, don't worry." Yang Tianyou replied, turned around and asked, "How are the preparations of the people below?"
"Everything is ready. As soon as the Zhao family's defensive formation is broken, we will attack with all our strength. Don't worry, these clan members are the elite children carefully selected by you and me. They will never make any mistakes!" Liu Changqing comforted softly.
"That's good, now let's see what this Iron Rakshasa can do. Speaking of which, I also want to see how amazing this foundation-building expert who is known as one of the three strongest under Dragon Valley Golden Core is! "
Yang Tianyou's expression moved slightly, and an astonishing divine light bloomed in his eyes, shining brightly under the night.
"There's no rush. You'll see it soon!" Liu Changqing lost his desire to win and said leisurely with a faint smile.
……
The appearance of Iron Rakshasa not only attracted Yang Tianyou's attention, but the Zhao family also discovered it immediately.
clang!
clang!
The long and resonant bell rang throughout Bianhe Mountain. This was the warning bell of the Zhao family.
Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
The bells were still ringing, and one by one, the Zhao family's children controlled magical weapons and flew out of their respective residences with murderous intent, heading straight for the front mountain.
Hey!
The overbearing and violent roar of a tiger came from the top of Bianhe Mountain. Immediately afterwards, a sudden golden light came and flew to the mountain gate in a short time, facing the Iron Rakshasa from a distance in the formation.
It was Zhao Leicong, the ancestor of the Zhao family. At this moment, his aura of foundation-building perfection exploded with all his strength. The golden-white spiritual power cultivated in the "White Tiger Seven Killing Techniques" turned into a huge white tiger that looked up to the sky and howled, standing majestically in the mid-air. A desolate, domineering and scornful aura swept across all directions.
"Zhao Leicong..."
"Is he the ancestor of the Zhao family? He is indeed well-deserved, and his cultivation has reached this level."
"Hehe, don't be afraid. No matter how strong he is, there will still be an Iron Rakshasa carrying him in front. We just need to follow the Dragon Valley Gate to reap the benefits."
"What this Taoist brother said is true. Fishing in troubled waters is the best strategy!"
As Zhao Leicong appeared, monks hiding in the darkness who had ill intentions towards the Zhao family also emerged one after another.
Evil cultivators, demonic cultivators, casual cultivators, and even alien cultivators... each of them covered their heads and covered their faces to hide their identities, but invariably, these cultivators all showed naked malice towards the Zhao family.
Feeling the undisguised malice around him, Zhao Leicong's heart sank. If only Longgumen came looking for him, he thought he could still stop it as long as Qi Yulong didn't arrive.
But now there are too many speculators coming after hearing the news. Zhao Leicong can feel no less than ten people just from the aura of foundation building, and there must be more hidden than he can detect.
This does not include the Dragon Valley Gate who followed Iron Rakshasa to build the foundation. The situation is grim.
"Iron Rakshasa, our Zhao family has not received the inheritance from the Dragon Valley Sect at all. The news today are all rumors spread by the Ziyue Yang family. Do you want to be enemies with my Zhao family just because of these rumors?"
Zhao Leicong shouted angrily, but did not take action. The Tiger King, who was usually extremely domineering, had to make compromises when faced with an irresistible dilemma.
"kill!"
The tall and burly body stood in the sky, with magic lines slowly squirming on the naked upper body. Iron Rakshasa ignored Zhao Leicong's words at all, waved his right hand, and shouted loudly!
boom!
The battle broke out suddenly, and a demon cultivator from the Dragon Valley Gate launched an attack with a ferocious laugh.
More than a hundred spells and magical weapons bloomed with magic light that covered hundreds of feet in the sky. It was so powerful that it tore through the sky and the suffocating atmosphere suddenly descended on the rivers and mountains.
"Damn it!"
Zhao Leicong was filled with shock and anger. He did not expect that the other party would not even give him a chance to talk and would directly start a war.
But when things came to a head, the weathered Zhao family ancestor showed his due tenacity, snorted coldly, then turned around and shouted: "Defense with all your strength!"
hum!
After the words fell, a series of brilliant formation shields were revealed in everyone's sight. A huge amount of spiritual energy was extracted from the second-order high-grade spiritual veins on Bianhe Mountain, continuously supplying the formation consumption.
"kill!"
Nearly a hundred demon cultivators from the Dragon Valley Gate, the lowest in strength and in the middle stage of Qi training, activated their magical weapons and spells, turning them into a flood of attack streamers, washing down and hitting the Zhao family's defensive shield in a steady stream.
In the distance, Yang Tianyou looked at the scene in front of him expressionlessly. In his pupils, wisps of flames began to burn, and as time went by, they became more intense!
Boom!Boom!Boom!
Like a pure barbarian, Iron Rakshasa used his body as a weapon, ignoring the continuous attacks from the Zhao family monks in the formation.
His fists, fingers, feet, and palms were all covered with dark magic lines, which were stronger than the second-level spiritual gold. With such a physical support, his whole body became a deadly weapon, pouring out crazy and violent attacks.
Yang Tianyou, who was watching the battlefield situation from a distance, saw this and his eyelids twitched involuntarily.
Even with my current defense power, I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand a few hits from this type of attack.
And what surprised him the most was Iron Rakshasa. This person was actually a pure physical practitioner, which was extremely rare among human monks of the immortal and demon realms.
In terms of pure physical cultivation, unless you are a rare fighting genius, you will be a bit shorter than the immortal cultivators of the same level until the late stage of foundation building.
But once they reach the later stage of foundation building, their strength will make a big leap. Their whole body will be integrated into one body, they will be invulnerable to weapons, water and fire. Their blood energy will be even more difficult to deal with.
Just like the Iron Rakshasa in front of him, the magic attack fell on him and was instantly shattered by the magic patterns contained in the skin. Even if it penetrated through the skin and penetrated into the flesh and blood, it was like ice and snow falling into magma, and soon Just be melted away by the powerful body.
When the magical weapon hits it, it makes a sonorous sound. It doesn't seem like it is hitting a flesh and blood body, but it is like hitting a black iron mountain, and the sound of gold and iron clashing is endless.
The horror of physical training was immediately revealed!
