Chapter 152 News of counterattack, Yang Tiankang’s transformation

Another five days passed. On this day, Yang Tianyou was practicing Qi Grasping in the stone chamber of seclusion. Suddenly, the communication talisman in the storage ring reacted.

Opening his eyes, Yang Tianyou took out the communication talisman, swept his spiritual sense, and his expression was shocked.

"God bless you, get ready. In ten days, we will counterattack the demonic cultivators! Our target is the Black Demon Sect!" The voice of the ancestor Yang Haoyu came out, sonorous and powerful, filled with murderous intent.

"Heishamen!" Yang Tianyou pinched the communication talisman in his palm, and the sharp light in his eyes flashed away.

After a moment, he closed his eyes again, and only the slight trembling of the knife deep in his heart showed the unrest in his heart.

……

In the north of Longgu County, Huangshifang City.

After Funiuguan was breached, this Sanjiefang City became a new line of defense. It was like a nail at the forefront of the alien attack.

Before pulling out of Huangshifang City, the foreign Jindan strongmen did not dare to enter Longgu County rashly. They were also afraid that their hometown would be raided by the immortal Jindan monks.

Today, in the center of Huangshifang City, which has been expanded seven to eight times, stands a towering golden attic. A monk from the Sanchuan Sect comes in and out, making it quite lively.

At the top of the attic, in a spacious and elegant quiet room, two Jindan monks were playing chess.

Jindan on the left is wearing a bright red Taoist robe. He looks middle-aged, has rosy cheeks, is calm and self-confident, and looks like a blazing flame is burning all over his body.

Master Hongyun, who is in the early stage of Jindan cultivation, practices the Sanchuan Zhenzong Cultivation Technique "Extreme Fire Refining Nerve", and controls the third-level low-grade true fire "Fengkongyan". When used with all his strength, it can evaporate dozens of feet in a quarter of an hour. A wide river with great strength.

The golden elixir on the right has an old figure and white beard and hair, but his spirit is extremely strong. His blue robe is embroidered with dense cloud patterns, and there is the sound of water flowing around him.

Jingtao Zhenren, who is in the middle stage of Jindan cultivation, practices the Sanchuan Zhenzong Kung Fu "Blue Wave Jingtai Jue". He is famous in nearby counties for his "Jingtao Jingtai Jue". He is a ruthless man who has killed more than one Jindan.

This old monster is also the Dinghai Shenzhen of the Sanchuan Sect. He has lived for more than four hundred years and acts ruthlessly and decisively.

"Senior brother, with the support of the Luochuan Sect and the help of the Zhang family of the Sun and Moon Empire this time, we can free our hands to kill the traitor Qi Yulong to comfort the souls of the more than one million dead souls of the Sanchuan Sect." Huo Yun. The real man's beard and hair were flying, and his eyes could not contain the violent murderous intent.

"Well, this time we have Taoist friends from the Tianyuan lineage of the Seven Star Holy Land to help us. We have already figured out the evil alien races in Longgu County.

Qi Yulong thought he was hiding well enough, but he didn't expect our immortal side's counterattack to come so quickly, right? "Master Jingtao raised his eyes slightly, and deep in his eyes, which were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, there was hidden an ocean of hatred.

"It's a pity that this devil used some method to avoid the backlash of the spell. Otherwise, just betraying the sect and massacring his fellow sects would be enough to kill him." Master Hongyun said in a tone. Turn, he said with regret.

"Hmph, if he didn't have this support, would he dare to betray our Sanchuan Sect? However, when we rebuild the sect in the future, we must strengthen the review. This time, he was hidden under the eyes of the enemy for more than two hundred years, and he was trained into a golden elixir monk. I don’t know how many comrades secretly laughed at me.”

"Sigh, we can't blame the sect entirely for this matter. It's just that the Qi Yulong City Mansion is too deep for more than two hundred years. How did he hide it for more than two hundred years?" Master Hongyun felt a chill in his heart. Every time he thought of this matter, he aligned himself Yulong was even more vigilant.

"Junior brother is right, so in this operation, we must break the bones of this beast and let its soul fly away, so that we can feel at ease."

……

A mountain that is neither high nor short, at the foot of which stands a small courtyard made of white tiles and blue bricks.

In the courtyard, Qi Yulong sat on the ground, his eyes narrowed slightly, and wisps of dark demonic energy slowly rose and fell around him.

Suddenly, the demonic energy surged, and the courtyard and even the space hundreds of feet in radius suddenly darkened, as if all the light had been sucked away, which was extremely terrifying.

A quarter of an hour later, the demonic energy entered his body, and the originally dark space became bright again. Qi Yulong clapped his hands and stood up.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the murmurs disappeared with the wind, "I have finally succeeded in cultivating the wheel-turning demon body, and the curse can no longer do anything to me. Come on, Sanchuan Sect, let me extinguish the embers with my own hands and crush your last hope. "

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The actions of the immortal lineage cannot be hidden from those who are interested, but these demon cultivators did not care because they did not think that the hiding place they carefully arranged could be found by the immortal cultivators.

You know, they will move in waves every once in a while, and even if they are discovered, what if there are foreign races outside to contain them, how many people can these immortal forces send out.

Therefore, despite frequent secret reports, the demon cultivators, who had become more arrogant and arrogant since they invaded the Beihe Region, gradually lost their vigilance and disapproved of the actions of the immortal cultivators.

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Ten days later, Ziyue Mountain.

In Yang Tianyou's room, in the stone retreat room, a pair of platinum-gold pupils slowly opened, and a sharp and domineering sword intent shot out from them. With a hiss, it actually punched two small holes in the unusually strong wall in front of him.

"hiss……"

The pain came again. Yang Tianyou endured the physical discomfort, transferred his spiritual power, and adjusted his breath.

A quarter of an hour later, the pain gradually disappeared. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and smiled bitterly, "Good guy, if nothing else, my pain tolerance has skyrocketed."

This time, Yang Tianyou chose a heavy sword to absorb the light from the sword. The fighting style suited him very well and he learned a lot.

Especially the method of frontal slashing and suppressing the enemy is very suitable for him.

After walking out of the stone room, Yang Tianyou awakened Feng Ling and Yuan Ba, who were immersed in the enlightenment space, and flew towards the top of the mountain.

At this time, on the top of Ziyue Mountain, a monk from the Yang family was ready. After learning that he was going to attack the Black Evil Sect, everyone was full of fighting spirit.

This operation was not small in scale. In order to protect the family's Qi Practitioners as much as possible, the Yang family only dispatched ten Qi Practitioners. However, these people were in the late stages of Qi Practicing. They were all Langtan monks with rich combat experience and strong combat capabilities. Extremely strong.

The fifteenth brother Yang Tianwang and the sixth brother Yang Tiankang are also among them. It is worth mentioning that the latter has changed a lot.

Originally, Yang Tiankang's failure to break through and build the foundation left a shadow, and his actions became weaker and weaker, almost losing his courage and diligence.

But after the death of fourth uncle Yang Qiongqing, things changed.

The sixth brother, Yang Tiankang, stayed alone in the room for three days and three nights. When he reappeared, he was holding a three-foot sword and began to frantically take on family tasks, all of which were dangerous.

Every time Yang Tiankang came back from a mission, he was always injured, but he didn't care. After a little recovery, he set out again to fight madly with demon cultivators and aliens.

In this process, his aura naturally began to transform, like a rusty sword, gradually revealing its true edge.