Chapter 40 Magical Weapon

"Yang branches." At this moment, Yang Zhiyong, who was meditating on the roof, suddenly discovered the Yang branches on the ground. His face changed slightly, and he jumped up and rushed over.

Yang Zhiyong squatted next to Yang Zhi and immediately held his wrist with one hand.

Yang Zhi stretched his head vigorously, with veins on his head exposed. His eyes were full of pain and struggle, and he looked at Yang Zhiyong pitifully and pleadingly.

Yang Zhiyong quickly retracted his wrist, suddenly tore off the clothes on his wrist, and stuffed it into Yang Zhi's mouth. Then he slapped Yang Zhi's chest with his palms, using his true energy to suppress the seven kills that Nie Fan had penetrated into Yang Zhi's body.

The sword energy looked at Yang Zhi with a cold face and said: "Hold on, it will fade away in fifteen minutes!"

Yang Zhi was trembling all over. With Yang Zhiyong's Qi, his pain was slightly relieved, but he was still in unspeakable pain and wished he could die immediately.

He is the eldest son of the Yang family, and has had no worries about food and clothing since he was a child. How could he have suffered such pain? His whole body was twitching, and the pain penetrated to his bones.

Yang Zhi frowned and tried his best to suppress the restless sword energy in Yang Zhi's body with all his true energy. However, with his half-step Xiang-level cultivation, he could not do anything about the evil spirit in Yang Zhi's body.

spirit.

Beads of sweat appeared on Yang Zhiyong's head, and his hands were trembling. The true energy in his body was almost exhausted, and the evil spirit became more and more intense, penetrating almost every part of Yang Zhi's body.

Yang Zhi had no way to scream out or faint, he could only endure it. His whole body was soaked, the amplitude of his twitches was getting smaller and smaller, and his face was extremely pale.

"Hold on for a little longer, and it will subside soon!" Yang Zhiyong felt that his true energy was almost exhausted, and shouted to Yang Zhi with a stern face.

Yang Zhi was so exhausted that he didn't even have the energy to nod. His breathing was rapid and the muscles on his face were twitching.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, both of them let out a long sigh of relief.

Yang Zhi's limbs were exhausted, and he suddenly collapsed on the ground. There was still a piece of cloth in his mouth, and he kept panting. His eyes were closed, and he looked like he was enjoying himself.

Yang Zhiyong was sitting there cross-legged, breathing constantly, but he was meditating calmly and forcefully, trying his best to restore his exhausted energy.

Yang Zhi, who was lying on the ground, didn't think about anything. He just kept breathing and his mind was empty.

The uncle and nephew were lying down and sitting, both adjusting their own breaths.

It took half an hour for Yang Zhi's body to regain some strength. With his strength restored, his brain began to work.

As soon as he thought about it, Yang Zhi suddenly sat up, a look of fear suddenly appeared on his face, and his breath was rapid and changing constantly.

"There can't be a next time!"

Suddenly, Yang Zhi jumped up and rushed outside.

Yang Zhiyong, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes and shouted to him: "Yang Zhi, where are you going?"

"Go kill Liu Hao!" Yang Zhi said through gritted teeth without looking back.

His body was still very weak, so he opened the door crookedly and ran out.

Yang Zhiyong frowned, but did not stop him. He took a deep breath, stood up and walked towards his side room.

It was completely dark and the cold wind was blowing.

Nie Fan stood on the eaves of Tiankuang Hall and felt Tiankuang Hall carefully.

During the day, he was too far away to feel the situation in Tiankuang Palace. At this moment, he was standing on an eaves of Tiankuang Palace and did not go in. But even so, he still felt the sensation coming from the tiles.

The coldness made him feel cold all over, and he even felt a sense of crisis in his heart.

"What a cold murderous intention..." Nie Fan did not use his spiritual sense to go in and check. He felt it carefully and was secretly shocked. This kind of murderous intention was so sharp and bone-piercing that it was definitely not something that could be seen in hundreds of years.

"Is there a monk hiding here?" Nie Fan's face showed a trace of solemnity. As far as he knew, the life span of Xuan-level monks is generally less than 150 years old, and even the Xiang-level monks cannot survive 0 years. The life span of star-level monks should be 300 years.

There are only five hundred or so palace levels at most. It is definitely not something that ancient martial arts practitioners can do if they want to exude such murderous intent at all times!

The cold wind blew Nie Fan's clothes. He stood there, pondering whether to go in and explore, but the sense of crisis always pressed in his heart, making him feel like a lump in his throat.

At this moment, Nie Fan suddenly raised his head and looked in front of the main entrance of Tiankuang Hall, only to see two black figures walking towards the main hall quickly.

"Are they them?" Nie Fan had a keen sense of vision and could see very far at night. He immediately recognized the two of them. They were the two foreign killers in the tourist bus.

Nie Fan did not move, had no intention of stopping them, and allowed them to approach Tiankuang Palace.

"John, why is it so cold here?" The blond woman walking behind the man suddenly trembled and looked at the man in front of her and whispered.

The man with a face as sharp as a knife, which became more and more cold at night, looked up at the gate of the main hall not far away, with a solemn expression on his face. He had been in China for many years and had some understanding of this ancient country. He knew that in some places

It has strangeness and danger that they can't understand.

"Be careful." The man named John just said two words and continued walking towards the main hall.

But just these two words, the worried expression on the blonde woman's face immediately changed. She knew clearly that John rarely spoke, but when he did, he was very serious.

She looked up at the dark hall not far away, feeling the biting cold wind flowing out of it, her heart jumped again, and fear flashed in her eyes.

The main hall without any lights is like a lurking dark giant beast, silent and silent, who knows when it will open its big mouth to swallow them!

But thinking about what might be inside, the blond woman gritted her teeth and followed John forward.

John walked forward, and the closer he got to the main hall, the more solemn his face became.

"Rita, be careful." When he walked to the guardrail of the main hall, John stopped and looked at the Tiankuang Hall gate that was already vaguely visible in the distance.

The blond woman Rita's body trembled again. This was the second time John had warned her tonight. She couldn't help but lean forward and whispered: "John, I..."

John didn't say anything, but took out two strange discs from his bag, handed one to Rita, and said, "Put it on."

Rita knew John's identity in the organization, so she quickly took it over and hung it around her neck. Sure enough, as soon as she put on the disk, the frightening and uncomfortable feeling that made her lessened by half.

John's blue eyes were calm and eerie, and there was a hint of determination in the corners of his cold face. He clenched the bag in his hand and said, "Let's go."

Rita nodded, and the two of them crossed the railing and walked towards the front gate of Tiankuang Hall.

Nie Fan was on the roof, watching the two people crossing the railing and walking forward as if they were completely unaffected. His eyes couldn't help but fall on the simple round disk in front of them.

"Magical weapon?" Nie Fan had a strange look on his face. This was the first time he had seen a magical weapon. Although the bracelet he refined last time could be considered a magical weapon, it was too rough and had a single function. It was not suitable for use in the world of cultivation.

Not popular.

What these two foreigners wore was actually able to block the invisible murderous intent emanating from the Tiankuang Palace.

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