Chapter 1657 Inorganic Ancestor

Ye Chunyang stood up and left the lobby on the first floor.

After returning from the Black Sea, he never went to the six major sects. It was obvious that someone was impersonating him to commit murder.

"What is the purpose of this person who goes around killing masters of the six major sects in my name? If he can kill masters of the six major sects repeatedly, his cultivation level is definitely not inferior to mine."

Ye Chunyang had no idea about the life and death of the masters of the six major sects, but he didn't want to take the blame for nothing.

However, the other party actually transformed into his appearance and deliberately left the handwriting of "Murderer Ye Chunyang". Could it be that he was here for him?

Ye Chunyang secretly thought that this matter might not be as simple as it seems.

Returning to the heavenly spirit chamber, Ye Chunyang's soul returned to the main body, and the clone immediately disappeared, and then put the spirit into the spirit beast bag.

Lingsu was cultivating Zhenghuan here and was put into the spirit beast bag. She couldn't help but mumbled a few words, but Ye Chunyang didn't give her a chance to ask and walked directly out.

When leaving, Ye Chunyang left another amount of spiritual stones.

Chen Xue is still practicing in the spirit chamber, and this amount of spirit stones is enough to keep the spirit gathering array running for another half month.

Then, he walked out of Lingxian Mansion calmly.

Izumo City is just a mortal city. Although there were monks coming and going, no one recognized him. Soon Ye Chunyang left the city smoothly.

After flying about thirty miles, Ye Chunyang suddenly stopped.

Streams of light flashed in front of him, and three figures stopped him. One of them was Zhou Ming, who was thrown out of Lingxian Mansion a few days ago.

"Sure enough, we are enemies on a narrow road. I have said that I will definitely settle the grievances of that day with you. Boy, you won't be able to fly even with your wings today!"

There is a powerful force behind Lingxian Mansion, and Zhou Ming cannot afford to offend him, so he has been sending people to guard outside the city in the past few days, and as expected, he waited until Ye Chunyang came out.

Ye Chunyang frowned slightly, this person was really haunting, which bored him to the core.

"Two seniors, I will leave this person to you. Don't kill him on the spot, just capture him. I will torture him and let him know the consequences of offending me!" Zhou Mingyin said Smiling, he said to the two people around him.

These two people are a middle-aged man and an old man. They are both masters of the Jindan realm. The middle-aged man has a sharp face and looks somewhat similar to Zhou Ming. He seems to be related to him. The old man is wearing a white robe and has an expression on his face. Indifferent, he ignored Zhou Ming's words, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

"This is the person Mr. Zhou is going to deal with? His cultivation level is not that great. Fellow Taoist Zhou Cheng, you are making too much of a fuss." The old man looked at Ye Chunyang and found that he did not seem to be at the Spiritual Transformation Realm. He said with disdain.

"It is true that I am a little too cautious, but from what Ming'er said, this person's strength is far beyond the surface. Mr. Wu should take action together with me to prevent him from escaping." The middle-aged man chuckled.

"That's fine. Anyway, I just use people's money to help others eliminate disasters. No matter who the opponent is, I just help you win."

The old man surnamed Wu was too lazy to look at Ye Chunyang anymore, crossed his hands in his sleeves, and stepped out slowly.

The middle-aged man also stepped forward immediately.

When Zhou Ming saw this scene, a cold smile appeared on his face. The middle-aged man was the elder of their Zhou family, and the old man surnamed Wu was a famous older generation monk in the area. Both of them had cultivated the golden elixir and took down Ye Chunyang completely. It's a breeze.

"Anyone who offends me, Zhou Ming, will never end well, and you will be no exception, boy."

Zhou Ming couldn't help but want to laugh.

But before he could smile, his face suddenly solidified.

"You talk too much nonsense and waste a lot of my time."

A faint voice came from the opposite side, and Ye Chunyang, who had never said a word, suddenly spoke.

"Uh-huh!"

Before he finished speaking, there was a flash of light from his sleeves, and dozens of sword lights flew out like a gust of wind and rain, suddenly appearing in the sky above the middle-aged man and the old man surnamed Wu.

"court death!"

Seeing that Ye Chunyang was not afraid, but took the initiative to attack them, the two laughed disdainfully, raised their hands and fired out a magic formula. Suddenly, several rays of light rushed into the air, dazzling, and were suppressed by dozens of flying swords. go.

But then something unexpected happened.

Dozens of flying swords emitted bursts of oppressive cold air under the sunlight, and then merged into one, the sword light surged several points, and turned into a sky-high sword, piercing the sky and swooping down fiercely.

"Puff puff puff puff..."

The spells played by the middle-aged man and the old man surnamed Wu were shattered on the spot by the giant sword, but the sword's light did not diminish and landed a few inches above their heads in an instant.

The expressions of the two of them changed drastically. Before they had time to put out any defense, they felt a powerful spiritual force coming out of the giant sword, and then their vision went dark.

With two muffled sounds of "Bang Bang", the giant sword pressed down like a mountain, and blood mist burst out all over the sky. When the sword light dissipated, there were only two balls of meat pie left on the ground.

Two Jindan realm monks were directly crushed to death by a sword.

"Third uncle!"

"Senior Wu!"

Zhou Ming stood there stiffly, his eyes widened and his face as pale as paper.

He raised his head and looked at Ye Chunyang fearfully.

These are two golden elixir realm monks!

Zhou Ming never imagined that Ye Chunyang could kill two people at the same time with one move. This scene was shocking.

"You can go on your way too."

Ye Chunyang flicked his fingers, and the giant sword soared into the sky again with a "boom", emitting a dazzling light that enveloped several miles around.

"I've hit the iron plate. This man is no ordinary monk!"

Zhou Ming's arms trembled, and he only had the thought of running away.

"Boom!"

Before he could move, a huge sword light suddenly flashed out, like a thunderbolt and lightning!

"Do not kill me!"

Zhou Ming shouted loudly.

The man in front of him killed two Jindan realm cultivators with one move. His Taoism was so profound that Zhou Ming could only tremble in front of such a person!

But his begging for mercy was useless. The giant sword pushed forward like a mountain. The next moment, only a few wisps of blood mist floated out, and Zhou Ming disappeared from the world without a trace.

Ye Chunyang raised his hand and the giant sword broke into 81 three-foot flying swords, which he retracted into his sleeves and left.

…

Just as Ye Chunyang killed Zhou Ming and his party and left Chuyun City, the North Territory was in turmoil and a storm was brewing.

The nearest Shuizong, several auspicious clouds flew out of the mountain gate, and there stood a line of figures on them, with a strong breath and tremendous magic power. They were all old-generation strong men who had cultivated to Jindan.

Among them was a very beautiful Taoist nun in plain clothes, who looked very familiar. She was the fairy Xiuyun who had taken her disciples to Lianxian Valley for training.

She held a whisk in her hand, soaring through the clouds, with a faint aura, like a banished immortal descending to earth, transcending the secular world.

Today, Fairy Xiuyun has actually cultivated a golden elixir and reached the realm of minor success in the golden elixir realm.

In front of her was an old man with white hair and beard. When Fairy Xiuyun faced this man, she could not hide her respect on her face, and it was obvious that he was a powerful person of high status.

"Is the news you got accurate? Is Ye Chunyang really hiding in Tianmo Cliff?"

After flying for a while, the white-haired old man turned around and asked Fairy Xiuyun and others.

"Reporting to the Supreme Elder, after investigation by people from various factions, the news is indeed true. Ye Mo is in Tianmo Cliff. Now the strong men from various factions have set out and are ready to meet outside Tianmo Cliff." Fairy Xiuyun said.

The white-haired old man nodded lightly without saying a word.

The several elders of the Water Sect following behind him looked respectful and did not dare to ask more questions.

After a while, Fairy Xiuyun couldn't help asking, "Ancestor Wuji, Ye Chunyang once defeated Wan Xiuzhu and ranked first in the Northern Territory. This time, are you sure you can kill him?"

Fairy Xiuyun had to worry, "Ye Chunyang" was too famous. Wan Xiuzhu, who was invincible in the Northern Territory, fell in his hands. It is said that his soul technique has reached the middle stage of the out-of-body state, and no one among them can compete with him.

"Wan Xiuzhu?"

Ancestor Wuji paused, smiled and said, "I have heard of this man's name. Three hundred years ago, he was just a low-level soul cultivator with a great reputation. He was beaten by Mo Shangren and shrank in Tianmo Cliff and dared not show up. In front of me, he is nothing. If I hadn't traveled in the South China Sea a few years ago, he would have been wiped out if he dared to set foot in the gate of our Shuizong."

The elders were refreshed when they heard this.

This person is the previous generation of the Grand Elder of the Water Sect. After he reached the Golden Core Great Perfection, he went to the shore of the South China Sea to travel around the world. Now he has returned from enlightenment and has reached the Golden Core Perfection Realm. His strength should be the peak of the Northern Territory.

"It's a pity that the ancestor came back a few days late, otherwise how could Ye Chunyang dare to kill my disciples and stir up trouble in the Northern Territory?" Fairy Xiuyun murmured softly.

She seemed to be talking to herself, but the Wuji Patriarch was so profound that he heard her words clearly and replied with disdain: "I don't even take him seriously as a mere mid-stage soul cultivator. He should be thankful that I came back a few days later, otherwise he would have died in the mountain gate of my Shui Sect."

The Wuji Patriarch sneered: "But it doesn't matter. Since that Ye dared to kill my Shui Sect members, he is bound to pay the price for it. In addition to me, the old ghosts from the other four major sects also returned after hearing the news. If this guy dares to show up, his soul will be scattered."

"Have the great cultivators from the other four sects returned as well?" Fairy Xiuyun was slightly surprised.

As one of the elders of the Water Sect who was in the Golden Core Realm, she naturally knew the background of other sects. On the surface, the six sects in the Northern Territory only had a few Golden Core Realm cultivators in charge. In fact, there were also old-generation strongmen with high cultivation hundreds of years ago. However, these great figures pursued a higher realm and did not want to be bound by the mundane affairs of the sect. After they achieved success in cultivation, they all passed on their positions to others and traveled around to look for opportunities.

Over time, these old-generation figures gradually faded out of everyone's sight. Many people even thought that they had passed away. In fact, they still existed in the world and would only appear when the sect encountered a crisis of life and death.

Now "Ye Chunyang" killed the elders of various sects wantonly, which obviously alarmed them all.

"It's a pity. Although I have never seen Ye Chunyang, this person can reach the realm of the middle stage of the soul cultivation. It can be seen that he is a genius. He chose to die and set off a bloody storm in the Northern Territory."

The Wuji Patriarch sighed.

Fairy Xiuyun's eyes flickered, and she hesitated to speak. In the end, she could only say secretly: "The great cultivators of various sects have been traveling for hundreds of years. Now they have returned again. They must have reached a profound level of cultivation. I'm afraid that Ye Chunyang will not be able to escape."