As soon as he finished speaking, a ghostly figure flew towards him at an extremely fast speed and erupted with an astonishing aura.
When the Yan family was in trouble, Lang Ping finally broke the silence and took action. He quickly rushed into the formation and directly dealt a cruel blow to Yang Di.
"What do you want to do?" Mr. Yan and others changed their expressions. They never expected that this guy didn't mean what he said and actually wanted to reap the benefits.
Lang Ping remained silent. While rushing into the formation, he was also exposed to the dense runes of the Soul-Suppressing Witch Tower.
However, that kind of power did not hinder his steps. Lang Ping seemed to be in a deserted place and was already approaching in the blink of an eye.
Before the strong men of the Yan family could respond, Yang Di had already taken action. He was like a trapped dragon breaking free from its shackles. His soul shone brightly in the sea of consciousness. He responded with a punch to the sea of gold. Dragon scales rained down behind him as he faced the figure.
boom!
Yang Di's attack was extremely fierce, and he used the current power of the Overlord Body and the Yinglong Body Technique to the extreme.
However, even with such an amazing handiwork, it was not able to completely repel the invading enemy. It only caused the cold figure to take a few steps back.
"You have improved a lot compared to last time, and you really did not disappoint me." Lang Ping grinned strangely, with two clusters of red evil fire shining in his eyes, full of demonic nature.
Yang Di was extremely solemn. Just as he had worried at the beginning, this guy's strength was improving by leaps and bounds, beyond common sense.
There is an ancient king's soul in Lang Ping's body. The origin of that soul is amazing and it is relatively complete.
With the integration of the two, Lang Ping's strength has also improved rapidly. That kind of progress is enough to make geniuses of his generation unmatched.
The last time they fought, Yang Di was still able to outdo this guy. During this period, Yang Di encountered many adventures, and he himself continued to transform. However, the gap between the two sides became weaker and weaker. It is even difficult to tell who is better now.
One chip.
As for why the Ancient King Yuanshen in Lang Ping's body didn't take action himself, Yang Di could understand that King Yin had been severely damaged in the last war in another world, and it would be difficult to manifest himself out of that body in the short term.
Of course, Yang Di was not convinced that the Ancient King Yuanshen was completely unable to fight, or maybe the opponent was confident of defeating him, so there was no need for the Ancient King Yuanshen to take action.
However, even if it does get to that point, Yang Di is not helpless.
Lang Ping has the support of the ancient king Yuanshen, and Yang Di also has a trump card in his hand, and it is probably the opponent's weakness.
That's right, if the ancient king's soul really appears, Yang Di won't mind shamelessly letting the things in the Snow God Statue awaken again.
The Snow God was the totem of the gods of the ancient Snow God country, while King Yin was a traitor and alien in the ancient Snow God country.
Ancient Emperor Qin Tian's determination to kill the traitors will last forever. Yang Di believes that once the Snow God's will is awakened, he will not do this.
Perhaps the Yin Wang Yuanshen was afraid of this, so he did not dare to show up. Of course, that Yuanshen was hidden in Lang Ping's body, and Yang Di could not count on the power of the Snow God Statue to help him resolve the crisis at hand.
That thing didn't listen to his instructions at all. The previous shows of power were the result of Yang Di's efforts to deceive him, but the same method could not work every time, and in this situation, there was no good excuse.
Secretly thinking, Yang Di and Lang Ping fought again for more than ten rounds. The fierce battle between the two men even forced many strong men of the Yan family around them to retreat continuously.
This made the Yan family members look ugly, and at the same time they couldn't believe their eyes.
The two young men who were fighting each other were both quite average in their abilities, not too outstanding.
However, that kind of combat power and various methods made the elders and strong men in the Lichen Realm present feel numb.
Mr. Yan's eyes were gloomy, these two guys were both monsters, and they were hiding their secrets.
However, he obviously would not sit idly by. Lang Ping suddenly intervened just now, which made him and everyone in the Yan family feel angry. At this time, they could not just sit back and watch that guy steal the limelight.
"superior!"
Mr. Yan gave an order and ordered all his men to attack, and he also joined the battle.
He attacked from behind, taking advantage of the confrontation between Yang Di and Lang Ping, and wanted to subdue Yang Di with one blow.
But Yang Di's perception was extremely keen, and a stone hammer flew towards him. He quickly turned around and swung his sword, striking it with a sharp sword move to knock it away.
At the same time, Yang Di felt numbness and tingling pain in his arm. The stone hammer was extremely heavy and the impact was terrible. It was obviously another ancient artifact.
Mr. Yan caught his own stone hammer and attacked from behind without success. His face looked a little ugly.
What made him even more unhappy was that from beginning to end, Lang Ping never looked at him in the eyes. His contemptuous and arrogant attitude simply showed that he did not take the Yan family seriously.
"This kid is the prey of our family, please stay back!" Mr. Yan snorted angrily, making his attitude clear.
"Everyone depends on their ability!" However, Lang Ping was indifferent and just replied coldly.
Suddenly, there was noisy noise in the distance, and a large number of figures were approaching, including some faces that Yang Di recognized.
Huang Dun, the chief of the Longwang Town Guard Team, brought people here and brought many elite guards to the meeting. In addition, Master Duan, who had been entangled with Yang Di before, was also among them.
Many of these people have a black dragon pattern between their eyebrows, and their eyes are glowing, like the devil's waiters.
Only a few people, including Huang Dun and Master Duan, could still see clearly, but their faces were still cold.
Yang Di's heart sank. Just as he guessed, these people did not die in the catastrophe, but became slaves of the ancient creature.
The capture of Dragon King Town is just a prelude to this turmoil. The ancient creature is awakening, and Dragon King Town will become a hell controlled by its dark claws, providing the food needed to replenish blood and cultivate helpers to expand the conspiracy.
Most of those weak people have already been killed. People like Huang Dun have either returned home or their souls have been enslaved.
And all this has just begun. Soon, the entire Mongolian world will be in turmoil. Soon, the world of cultivation will also encounter unprecedented challenges.
After Huang Dun, Master Duan and other powerful men appeared, a smile appeared on Mr. Yan's face, and he looked at Lang Ping with undisguised contempt.
It is obvious that after the fall of Dragon King Town, Huang Dun, Master Duan and other powerful men are all following the orders of the Yan family. He deliberately summoned these people here to put pressure on this unpopular guy and ensure that
The prey will not escape again.
Lang Ping frowned slightly. Although he was not afraid, he had to seriously consider the current situation.
"I can't take action. There is a dangerous aura about that little thief. You can handle this matter yourself!" On this occasion, the soul in the body also expressed its indifferent attitude.
Lang Ping was shocked and looked at the figure who was really besieged by the strong men of the Yan family in disbelief. How could this be possible?
Seemingly seeing what he was thinking, Prince Yin Yuanshen said coldly: "As long as I don't show up, the things on that little thief won't pose a threat to you!"
"That's good!" Lang Ping breathed a sigh of relief, and then ignored Mr. Yan's warning and joined the battle again.
Yang Di was really angry, but he was full of helplessness and had to look at the current encounter calmly.
Originally, Yang Di wanted to break out of the siege, but now it seems that this is somewhat impossible.
Lang Ping, Yan Gongzi, etc. are not ordinary people, and now there are so many powerful enemies. No matter how defiant he is, he will still be unable to defeat four hands with two fists.
Moreover, these people are full of demonic nature, and the bloody mist around them seems to have no effect on them, so the possibility of getting rid of them completely is very slim.
As a result, Yang Di had to consider that choice. He inadvertently glanced at the abyss in the distance that frightened him. If possible, Yang Di really didn't want to fall into it.
This feeling is like being about to fall into endless hell, which is despairing and slightly tragic.
"Is there no choice..." During the battle, Yang Di smiled bitterly. Being surrounded by so many strong men, he was already exhausted. He was bleeding and suffered many bruises.
Around him, Huang Dun's people arrived and completely blocked all the ways out. A pair of cold and indifferent eyes, filled with laughter, were watching him, as if they were watching a fight between trapped animals.
This situation makes Yang Di very uncomfortable. He has been working hard to become stronger, but to this day, he still cannot completely control his own destiny.
Feeling guilty and desolate, Yang Di secretly gritted his teeth. In this desperate situation, the voice sounded in his ears again.
"The devil of the abyss is the beginning of another reincarnation. He is waiting for you in the dark, and you also need the light in his hand to illuminate the dark and boundless road ahead..."
This was the comment made by the naughty boy after he divined for himself. It was vague and frightening. On this occasion, it seemed more like a fateful pronouncement.
"Are you going to fall into calamity eventually..." Yang Di smiled bitterly, then suddenly turned to look at Mr. Yan, and said seriously: "It can be seen that the current Tianxian Academy has been infiltrated by you!"
Mr. Yan has always been in contact with the heroes of the two courtyards, and has a close relationship with many talented people. If you think about it carefully, there must be some conspiracy behind this.
"Smart, but now you know these are of no use!" Mr. Yan said with a proud smile.
"Haha, very good, we will meet again later!"
Yang Di grinned and showed a strange smile to everyone, and then a shadow light wing suddenly appeared behind him, flying out at extremely fast speeds and heading towards the endless abyss without looking back.
"What?"
Mr. Yan and others were shocked, and Lang Ping also changed his face, unable to believe that this was true.
From beginning to end, they never thought that this person would take that path. It was a frightening and desperate place. In the previous bloody catastrophe, it was Lord Black Dragon who affected the terrible power in the abyss.
Even they, the waiters of the black dragon, were extremely afraid of the abyss and did not dare to get even closer.
But now, this man jumped down without looking back. Is he killing himself?
"This guy is crazy. He will be in league with the devil and will never be able to escape..." Mr. Yan roared through gritted teeth.
The world of monasticism is an unknown corner.
This is a strange space. Looking around, you can see the steaming sky, and in the psychedelic sky, there are colorful rays of light falling from time to time, flowing in the air, like fairy lights filling the air.
At the end of the earth, a graceful figure stood, suddenly looking back, looking behind him with a slight frown on his eyebrows.
At this moment, Mingxiansuo cut off contact with her.
"You shouldn't go to that place, wait until I come back..." She sighed softly, like the sound of an immortal fairy. She paused for a long time and continued walking forward, as if she was walking in the world of mortals without being stained by a trace of dust.