Chapter 736 Yang Annan’s Theory

Eight years ago, after the World Gap War in Ling County, the Yang family and Shanhe Palace had a rift.

Although the relationship between the two parties cannot be called tense, there are still some minor frictions from time to time.

Bajun, Huaishui City.

On the second floor of the restaurant, brothers Yang Annan and Yang Anping sat opposite each other and drank.

Yang Anping had worry in his eyes and said softly: "Brother Nan, that Hou Laomo is a demon cultivator in the Golden Core realm. Although he was seriously injured and his strength was greatly damaged, it is not something that we two foundation-building monks can kill. You should think twice!"

"Don't worry, Brother Ping. As a brother, when have I ever done something that I wasn't sure about?" Yang Annan smiled lightly and said through the message, "I have received information before that several inner disciples of Shanhe Palace were also targeting Mr. Hou. The devil is gone.

They are all monks who are on the ninth level of foundation building or Dzogchen. With the old devil's current state, he may not be able to defeat these people. "

"Brother, do you mean to cooperate with the disciples of Shanhe Palace?" Yang Anping was stunned, shaking his head like a rattle, and said again and again, "No, no, my Yang family's relationship with Shanhe Palace over the years is obvious to all. .

Those disciples of Shanhe Palace maintain their own identity and always feel that my Yang family is a nouveau riche and they have always looked down upon us. How can they cooperate with us? "

"Cooperation?" Yang Annan half-smiled, "How could I cooperate with those idiots who have high ambitions but low power? It's just to kill people with a borrowed knife, to drive away tigers and devour wolves, and to benefit the fisherman!"

"The fisherman will benefit?" Yang Anping was surprised, "Brother, don't scare me. Although we have a quarrel with Shanhe Palace, we cannot intercept and kill the disciples of Shanhe Palace. If you are not careful, it will easily lead to a big conflict, and The clan rules clearly stipulate that..."

As he talked about the latter part, Yang Anping's tone gradually faded, and then he remembered that his brother was a lawless and ruthless master. According to the family's standards, he was a 100% evil cultivator.

"Brother, please think twice!" Yang Anping finally had to say this.

Seeing this, Yang Annan smiled and said, "I know what brother Ping means. If possible, I don't want to kill people and buy goods.

However, both of us have Five Spiritual Root qualifications and poor understanding. It is difficult to get the resources of the family, and the breakthrough of the golden elixir is far away.

According to ordinary people's terms, he has already passed the age of octogenarians, but he is still lingering in the realm of foundation building, which is really disappointing.

If you don't rob, seize, or kill, how can you compare with those extremely talented tribesmen, how can you climb the road and enjoy immortality?

In my opinion, ethnic rules only leave us with a bottom line, rather than asking us to copy them.

Looking at the world of immortality, which major force has risen to the top without being full of blood and standing on the bones of other forces?

I don't believe that the big shots in the family have clean hands.

As long as we don't reach out to our own people and don't eat grass from the nest, there will be no problem.

What's more, Shanhe Palace is a potential competitor, and future enemies will sooner or later have to face it. How can we be soft on our enemies? "

Yang Annan's theory left Yang Anping speechless.

He always felt that what his brother said was unreasonable, but he couldn't find a point to refute it, so he had no choice but to nod his head and said helplessly, "Okay, I can't help you, but if my brother insists on doing this, he must make careful arrangements." That’s it!”

"Don't worry while I do the work!" Yang Annan smiled lightly and concentrated on dealing with the spiritual meal in front of him.

Three days later, a battle broke out in the border area between Luochuan County and Ba County.

One of them is a weak and thin Jindan demon cultivator, he is Hou Laomo.

On the other side, there are also four foundation-building monks, all of whom have extraordinary cultivation. At this moment, they are forming a formation to surround Hou Laomo in the formation.

call!

The fishy wind blew, and a black and red pocket was thrown out by Hou Laomo. Drops of dirty black blood dripped from the edge. The sound of howling ghosts and wolves filled the sky, and the sky seemed to darken for a moment.

"No, this is a black blood bag. It can corrode magical weapons, spiritual power, and the body, and stabilize formations. Don't be contaminated by this thing." A female monk in her 28th year shouted anxiously, but for It's too late.

Along with the sound of "chi, chi", the choking black smoke enveloped the four people.

With a whoosh, the black blood bag directly covered the head of a young man.

In an instant, the flesh, blood, and hair on his head were corroded away, his breath dissipated, and he died on the spot.

"Junior brother!" The woman screamed sadly, regretting that she led people to hunt down this old demon Hou.

The rewards of hunting down the golden elixir demon cultivator are indeed great, but you also have to have a life to get them.

"Jiejie, these junior foundation builders are just like ambushing the ancestors. They are simply wishful thinking." The old monster Hou smiled, his voice as sharp as a night owl.

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved his handprint, and the black blood pocket turned around and rushed towards the leading woman.

when! !

The loud ringing of the bell resounded through the sky, and a big brass bell with mountains and rivers painted on it stood in front of the woman.

This is clearly a third-level magic weapon.

"Magic weapon? It's the ancestor's luck that has come!" Hou Laomo was not surprised but overjoyed. A magic weapon is quite valuable even to a Golden Pill cultivator.

"Go!" The black blood pocket flew out again and collided with the bronze bell.

On the other side, Hou Laomo drove a black-haired zombie and blocked the remaining two disciples of Shanhe Palace.

It can be seen that he is indeed seriously injured, and he does not even dare to use too much magic power, obviously suppressing the injury.

With one against three, Hou Laomo had the upper hand and was about to break the bronze bell. Unexpectedly, at this moment, a disciple of Shanhe Palace suddenly appeared from behind him.

With a sharp shout, the talisman that had been prepared for a long time in his hand was instantly activated.

"die!!"

boom! !

The blazing fire spread across half of the sky, looking like a volcanic cloud from a distance, which was spectacular.

But Hou Laomo, who was facing the real fire of demon refining, was horrified. He did not expect that these disciples of Shanhe Palace were actually divided into two groups, one group attracted firepower from the front, and the other group made a surprise attack from behind.

I don’t know what method this investor used to hide it from his own mind.

A series of thoughts flashed by like lightning. Hou Laomo's expression changed. He no longer used his magic power to suppress the injury, but directly used all his strength.

boom! !

The pressure of the fully erupted golden elixir swept across the sky, but the power of the third-level talisman that was fully activated was also extremely powerful.

The two collided, and Hou Laomo, who was caught off guard, suffered a big loss in the end. A big hole was burned in his back by the flames. The skin and flesh melted, and even the ribs could be seen through the big hole.

As the saying goes, take advantage of his illness and kill him.

The four Shanhe Palace disciples looked at each other and took action at the same time.

The woman held the bronze bell and did not hesitate to burn her essence and blood to activate it.

The loud ringing of the bell turned into layers of sound waves, exploding in Hou Laomo's mind, causing his consciousness to briefly stagnate.

The other three people swarmed forward and threw out the second-level high-grade talismans one by one as if they were free. The magic weapons in their hands were also activated with all their strength and hit Hou Laomo.

They didn't hold anything back, and in just a moment, only 10% or 20% of the spiritual power in their bodies was left.

The hard work paid off. Hou Lao Mo, who was seriously injured, was finally unable to resist the siege of the four monks above the ninth floor of the foundation and was killed on the spot.

The golden elixir broke open the Dantian and tried to escape, but was covered by the copper bell. A shock shook the soul inside into pieces.