"What happened here? Tell me everything you know." Zhang Yang's face disappeared.

"Yes! Yes! My elder brother and I are not brothers, just because we are both casual cultivators and have no backers, and we are usually bullied by our peers..."

"I didn't ask you all this! I'm talking about Horseshoe Valley. Where are the corpse refining sects entering? Why are they gone?"

Zhang Yang frowned, and the fat monk immediately shivered.

"Yes! Yes! Horseshoe Valley is because..."

The tone was trembling, and the narrative was clear, and he said everything they knew.

After listening, Zhang Yang realized that so many things happened during his retreat.

Immediately afterwards, I felt a burst of ecstasy in my heart.

The corpse refining sect members did not care about themselves and all escaped, which meant that they were free again.

He was captured by the White Witch Corpse King, not only did he not suffer any damage, but he was promoted because of this. Moreover, with the rich yin energy here, he refined the bone wings and added this powerful escape weapon. This was something he never expected.

A blessing in disguise!

This is an absolute blessing in disguise!

Knowing this, Zhang Yang could no longer stay there. With the movement of his spiritual sense, the blood slave immediately took action, and with a force of his hands, "Click!", the fat monk had already twisted his neck before he could react.

The purple zombie blood slave then opened his mouth wide, bit it in one bite, and began to suck it wildly.

The essence and blood of monks of the same level is a great replenishment for the blood slave.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang's throat squirmed, his face showed a bloodthirsty expression, and his heart began to become extremely irritable.

Then he was shocked.

What's wrong with me?

Although I was also bloodthirsty in the past, it was not so bad! It seems that it was the sequelae brought about by the soul of the unknown demon bird.

The demon bird is extremely beautiful, but it is a bloodthirsty and violent existence.

After fusing his soul, Zhang Yang's already bloodthirsty nature became even more difficult to control.

Zhang Yang shook his head and tried hard to restrain the bloodthirsty **. In any case, he would not allow himself to become a madman who only knows how to enter and die.

Exhale a breath of turbid air and calm down.

He reached out and picked up the two monks' object-taking rings, and after exploring, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

Although these two guys are just casual cultivators, they are really rich.

"Hey, it seems that with this six-pointed star pendant, you usually don't know how many monks of the same level have been killed. Now you die in my hands, it's not unfair!"

After sorting out, I found a robe to cover my face.

In this way, coupled with the shielding effect of the hexagram pendant on the spiritual consciousness, it is impossible to recognize the original appearance of his zombie.

Walking out of the cave, I saw a huge pot lid under the gray clouds in the sky, covering a painted black snake.

The red flames in the "pot lid" burned violently, nine fire dragons tangled around, and the black snake clashed back and forth, but it could not break the "pot lid" and looked as if the breath was getting weaker and weaker.

A large number of monks were floating around in the air to watch; some were standing on the hilltop because of their lack of magic power or because they did not have flying magic weapons.

Zhang Yang pretended to be ordinary and walked out of the cave, but did not attract everyone's attention. He did not rush to leave, and quietly lurked into the group to watch the battle progress. He felt very good about himself, so he was not so evident.

The moment he walked out of the cave, Luo Fei glanced in the sky and frowned. He felt that the figure was really familiar and seemed to have seen it somewhere.

The other party was wearing a long robe and even his head and face were covered. It was sneaky and it must not be easy to get into.

I couldn't help but pay some attention.

... "Hey, Sword Spirit Sect, Old Monster Feng, it's true that it's well-known! I see that the Yinquan Spirit can't escape no matter what."

"Well, it's o! It is said that this Nine Flame Wind Fire Cover is a imitation of the prehistoric artifact Nine Dragon Wind Fire Cover. In terms of level, it is a top magic weapon. Moreover, its power is powerful, and it may not be much worse than the second-class immortal weapon. The Spirit of Yinquan has met its nemesis."

"The three sects and four sects are all famous sects. They do not practice the Yin-cold attribute technique. If they want the Yin-quan spirit, I don't know what to do..."

“…”

As the battle continues, there seems to be no suspense. The monks around them are talking about it with a lively attitude.

Zhang Yang said nothing, but just listened carefully.

I saw that the trapped black giant snake was indeed in a bad condition.

The surrounding yang energy is extremely heavy, and the rich fire attribute energy gathers more and more.

The originally transparent "pot lid" of Jiuyan Fenghuoshi also turned red.

The flames inside continue to warm up as time goes by.

On the other hand, the black giant snake is consumed smaller and smaller because of the power of yin and cold.

According to the surroundings, the giant snake was originally about ten feet long; when Zhang Yang came out, it was only two or three feet long.

Now less than an hour, it has shrunk by half again, and the remaining one is less than five or six feet, which is almost the same as an ordinary little snake.

Moreover, the smaller it is, the weaker its resistance will be, the faster it will disappear, and it will tend to be refined.

The dark and ink-like spirit of Yinquan clashed back and forth in vain, with a look of despair in his eyes.

Seeing that the overall situation was settled, some monks had lost interest and were ready to escape with their swords.

However, when Zhang Yang looked at him, he saw Weng Qingyu's face changing, obviously he was about to take action.

Zhang Yang washed his eyes with clear spring water all day long. His eyesight is much better than that of monks of the same level. He believes that his judgment will definitely not be wrong.

… “Hmph! A villain, it depends on whether you dare to make trouble!”

Old Monster Feng snorted coldly, with a smug smile on his face.

A magic trick was shot, and the Jiuyan Fenghuoshi instantly became calm. The burning flames in the "pot lid" were still burning, but the nine fire dragons disappeared.

The old monster Feng waved his hand and the Jiuyan Fenghuo cover became smaller in the wind and was about to be taken back.

At the critical moment, I saw a stream of light next to me.

bite!

With a crisp sound, the Jiuyan Fenghuo Shield was immediately smashed open, and several rolled and swung open.

The little black snake took the opportunity to escape, turned into a black light and was about to escape.

"Come here!"

Just a sound of the call, a huge light net made of magic power was snatched into the dark little snake transformed into the Yinquan Spirit.

If it is normal, the Yinquan Spirit needs only one struggle to break it away, but now it is seriously damaged and there is no way to do anything for a while.

When he looked, Weng Qingyu smiled and was holding the net in his hand, letting the dark snake jump around inside.

Seeing this, the old monster Feng's face suddenly changed:

"Weng Qingyu, what do you mean?"

He was angry that not only Weng Qingyu took away the spirit of Yinquan, but also because the latter's attack was the time when the Jiuyan Fenghuo Shield was about to be retracted and its power was the weakest.

Otherwise, the old monster Feng is confident that Weng Qingyu will definitely not be able to break his Jiuyan Fenghuo cover.

"Hahaha! Brother Feng, why should you be so anxious? The spirit of Yinquan was taken by the junior brother who tried a lot of effort to kill several corpse-refining cultivators and picked their branches to take them over. Now, does Senior Brother Feng want to take it away so simply?" Weng Qingyu said with a smile.

The monks watching around suddenly became as lively as if they were in a panic.

"Weng Qingyu really took action! So oops!"

"Yao Yuzong and Jianling Sect belong to three of the three sects and four sects. They are famous and upright sects, and have always cherished their feathers. Now they are fighting for a Yinquan Spirit. Can't their Baishao Alliance be broken?"

"Weng Qingyu and the old monster Feng, these are all important objects of their respective sects, unlike ordinary disciples. They fight each other, right? Does it mean that there have been conflicts between the two sects?"

“…”

The monks around were talking excitedly, feeling that if they could see the battle between the two cultivators of Yao Yuzong and Jianlingzong, it would be worth it. In the future, they would have the capital to brag about the people.

I prayed secretly in my heart, hoping that neither side would have to be cowardly and would have to fight.

The momentum of the old monster Feng suddenly burst out, and the gilded robe was swelling without wind.

"What does Junior Brother Weng mean? Now there are fellow Taoists here. Don't let everyone watch the jokes of my famous and upright sects. Return the Spirit of Yinquan back quickly. For other things, you can go to my Sword Spirit Sect to say."

Weng Qingyu turned a blind eye to the anger of the old monster Feng and said with a smile:

"Go to the Sword Spirit Sect and say, "Junior brother, I'm afraid I don't know if I should go to the South Peak or the North Peak?"

With Weng Qingyu's words, the old monster Feng burst out completely with anger.

The north and south peaks of the Jianling Sect are incompatible and are almost divided, which is not enough to be a family scandal that goes outside.

Now Weng Qingyu is openly speaking. In the eyes of the old monster Feng, this is because he saw that the North and South peaks had weak divisions and dared to do so.

The old monster Feng is old, but his temper becomes more and more popular. He feels he is being despised and immediately takes action:

"Okay! Since you insist on doing this, let me learn about your skills! See if you have made progress in the past two years."

As he spoke, the Jiuyan Fenghuo Shield had been retracted, and he pinched the magic trick with his hand, and slashed it with a flying sword on his head. The target was not Weng Qingyu, but the light net in his hand.

Weng Qingyu was not showing weakness, and the commander of the flying sword came forward to him.
To be continued...