Ye Nantian used the most powerful three punches to punish the traitors, clean up the family, and vent the anger of the past eighteen years.
But he knew very well that Xue Rong was just a tool to be used. Without Xue Rong, there would still be Zhang Rong, Wang Rong, Li Rong...
The real culprit is the Xuanyuan Family!
Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner. This blood feud must be avenged!
Even if the enemy is the legendary Xuanyuan family, he has nothing to fear.
What's more, Xuanyuan Ji's family and Chi You's lineage are destined enemies, and they have been grudges for thousands of years.
"Dad, let's go to the Kunlun Mountains and kill the Xuanyuan Ji family! We, father and son, are fighting side by side. I don't believe we can't defeat the ancestor of the Ji family!" Ye Fan said loudly, with monstrous fighting intent contained in every word, soaring into the sky.
Ye Nantian pondered for a moment, shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "Xiaofan, although I can make up for the flaw of missing my right arm with a military-breaking spear, the ancestor of the Ji family is a strong man who became famous two hundred years ago! These two people
Over the past hundred years, his strength has reached a terrifying level, and he can definitely catch any flaw! So before killing the Xuanyuan Ji family, I still have to do something necessary!"
"What's going on?" Ye Fan asked quickly.
"Get my sword back!" Ye Nantian shouted loudly.
"What sword?"
"Xiao Fan, the world only knows that my Ye family's overbearing marksmanship is unmatched in the world and invincible! But in fact, what I am best at is not the strong marksmanship, but the swordsmanship!"
As he spoke, a sharp aura erupted from Ye Nantian's body, like a sword unsheathed, its edge revealed.
"only--"
Ye Nantian changed his subject and continued: "In that battle eighteen years ago, my sword was broken. Half of the blade fell into the Xiaoleiyin Temple, and the remaining half and the hilt fell into the Miao Territory! Valley of the Wicked
It’s not far from Miao territory, let’s go there first!”
"Okay!" Ye Fan nodded.
…
Miao territory, when it comes to this place, some people are intimidated and some people are distraught.
Since ancient times, there have been legends of passionate Miao girls, but on the other hand, many Miao people are good at poisoning.
The most famous among them is the Lover's Gu.
It is said that on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, ninety-nine and eighty-one kinds of poisonous insects are ground into powder. Three days later, they are killed with boiling water, and a woman's hair, nails, menstrual blood, etc. are added to make the lover's poison.
If the lover is unjust, his heart will be broken and his stomach will be broken.
In addition, the witchcraft culture in Miao territory is also very popular, and those who are timid and cowardly would not dare to set foot there.
This time, the Ye family and his son went to the most sacred mountain in the eyes of the Miao people——
Leigong Mountain!
Leigong Mountain is the seat of the Miao witchcraft community. There is a witch palace on the top of the mountain, which is the residence of the witch king.
In the world of Miao cultivation, the Witch King has the supreme status, like a god. One order is enough to order all the sects, and no one dares to disobey.
Ye Fan followed Ye Nantian to climb the mountain. Along the way, he discovered that many Miao civilians were also climbing.
However, their way of climbing is very special. They kneel once every three steps and kowtow once every nine steps, with a look of piety on their faces and murmuring words in their mouths.
"Xiaofan, witchcraft culture has penetrated into the hearts of the people in Miao territory. They firmly believe that by kneeling three times and knocking on the mountaintop, they will be blessed by the witch king. This ignorant superstition has been passed down from generation to generation!" Ye Nantian said in his tone,
Full of contempt.
Soon, the father and son reached the top of the mountain, and a magnificent palace appeared in their sight. It was resplendent and magnificent. Its facade was made entirely of gold. From a distance, it looked like a giant golden mountain.
Miao territory has inconvenient transportation and underdeveloped economy. It can even be described as backward. To build a palace with so much gold, countless generations of people lived frugally and dedicated all their wealth to the witch palace.
It can be said that the existence of the Witch Palace is like a blood-sucking insect, sucking up everything from the people of the Miao border.
And at the gate of the Witch Palace, there were more than a dozen warriors with heads held high and high spirits, masculine and masculine, with Miao swords hanging on their waists and various totems on their scabbards. They were obviously not ordinary warriors.
Seeing the two uninvited guests, Ye Nantian and Ye Fan, the soldiers immediately came over to greet them. They looked at the two people with vigilant eyes and said with murderous intent:
"Who is coming? Outsiders are not allowed to trespass in the Holy Land of the Witch Palace!"
"Go into the palace and report to the Witch King that Ye Nantian is here and wants to take away the hilt of the sword that was left here!" Ye Nantian said loudly.
"presumptuous!"
A soldier yelled loudly: "The Witch King is such a noble existence, like a god, how can you see it if you want to see it? Retreat quickly, otherwise you will not be killed!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the dozen or so warriors simultaneously drew out the Miao knives at their waists.
The sword was pointed at Ye Nantian, the bright light of the sword was particularly dazzling, and the sharp murderous aura came out of the blade.
"a ha ha ha……"
Seeing this scene, Ye Nantian let out a burst of heroic laughter: "I really didn't expect that you Wumen disciples would be so forgetful, forgetting my reputation as Ye Nantian, and forgetting my power in the bloodbath of the Witch Palace back then!"
Speaking of this, Ye Nantian paused, looking into the palace with lightning eyes, as if he had the power of perspective, and shouted to the sky:
"Witch King, come out and see me!"
…
This sentence contained unparalleled will, which exploded like thunder on the top of the mountain, and clearly visible ripples appeared in the surrounding air.
The dozen or so soldiers at the door bore the brunt of the disaster. Their eardrums vibrated, their energy and blood boiled, and they were blown away by invisible sound waves. They all spurted out blood and completely lost their combat effectiveness.
And their eyes were filled with unconcealable surprise. They never expected that the power of Ye Nantian's drink would be so terrifying!
"boom!"
At this moment, an extremely ferocious aura emerged from the depths of the palace, like an evil dragon emerging from the sea, covering the entire top of the mountain.
"Who is it? How dare you break into the Witch Palace without permission? Don't you put this king in your eyes?" This voice revealed terrifying anger, as if it had the power to destroy the world.
"Kick, kick, kick, kick!"
After a while, a burst of rapid footsteps came from the palace.
Dozens of Wumen masters were all dispatched, and it was unknown what kind of skills they practiced. Their bodies were full of ghostly aura, their appearance was ugly, and their skin color was pale as if they had not seen the sun for many years, which was particularly frightening.
These witchcraft masters were guarding a tall figure like stars.
Looking from a distance, I saw the man wearing a black robe and a golden mask to hide his appearance, but the pair of eyes under the mask shined with sharp light like blades, as if a casual glance could separate yin and yang.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
The next moment, those Wumen masters looked at Ye Nantian and his son one after another. When they saw Ye Nantian's appearance clearly, their eyes suddenly became fierce, as if they had some blood feud and wanted to eat Ye Nantian alive.
"Jiejiejie..."
The Witch King, who was wearing a golden mask, stared straight at Ye Nantian and said sternly: "It turns out that an old friend is here! Ye Nantian, you have been dormant for eighteen years, but I didn't expect you to come back to the world!"
"Witch King, stop talking nonsense! I dropped the hilt of my sword with you, hand it over quickly, otherwise I will demolish your witch palace and make you a homeless ghost!" Ye
Nan Tian's tone was particularly domineering, and he did not take the Witch King and those witch masters into consideration at all.
However, these words angered everyone present.
"How dare you disrespect the Witch King?"
"You're just a cripple with a broken arm, but you dare to talk nonsense here?"
"Master Witch King, please let me take action to kill this madman Ye Nantian!"
For a moment, murderous intent boiled in the arena, and all the masters of the witch sect were eyeing Ye Nantian, waiting for the Witch King's order to start a killing spree.
"Hmph...what a loud tone!"
Ye Nantian held his head high and his chest high, his burly body erupted with a scornful and arrogant aura, his eyes scanned the entire audience, and he said in a thunderous voice:
"Eighteen years ago, I came to Leigong Mountain and bloodbathed the entire witch palace. I don't know how many powerful witch men died at my hands? Many of you must have experienced it too!"
Hearing this, many people around them looked fiercely and clenched their fists, recalling the catastrophe.
"Haha..." Ye Nantian smiled slightly and asked, "Do you know why I didn't kill you in the first place?"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone looked confused and didn't know why.
Ye Nantian didn't show off, and continued: "The ones I killed back then were all the truly strong ones from the Wu Sect! As for the weak ones, they couldn't catch my eye at all, and I didn't bother to shoot them to death. You can survive today only because