Yang Nianqiao was about to leave, but when he passed Xiaoyan's cave, he wanted to go over and say hello to her.
After all, after staying here for several months, she is the only person with whom I have a good relationship.
When they went to the cave, Xiaoyan was not there, so Yang Nianqiao had no choice but to write a piece of paper and put it on the bedside of her bed before leaving the cave and flying into the distance.
Half a day later, Yang Nianqiao was thousands of kilometers away and left the Demon Slayer Sect's sphere of influence.
Seeing that she was still safe, she breathed a sigh of relief, and the boulder weighing on her heart relaxed.
She was eating dry food in the mountains and forests, when suddenly a man in black robe quietly appeared in front of her.
"Who are you?" Yang Nianqiao was shocked and stood up.
"Hand over the Nine-turn Buyuan Pill obediently, and I can let you die a more pleasant death." The man in black said coldly.
"Who are you? Who sent you here?" Yang Nianqiao asked as he took out his weapon.
It was a three-foot-long sword, with a faint green color visible on its surface.
The man in black glanced at the sword and sneered: "Do you think you can stop me by putting some poison on the sword? In the face of the huge power gap, any poison is useless."
"Did Zhao Lei send you here?" Yang Nianqiao continued to ask.
She had met Zhao Lei. The man in front of her was taller than Zhao Lei and the skin on his hands was older than Zhao Lei. He must not be Zhao Lei.
"Since you refuse to hand it over, I will go and get it myself. Don't worry, your friend is already waiting for you under the Nine Springs."
After the man in black finished speaking, he pulled out a curved sword from his body. The surface of his body was very bright and could reflect sunlight.
"What did you do to Xiaoyan?" Yang Nianqiao was shocked.
"The only one to blame is you. Her death was all because of you."
After the man in black finished speaking, the broadsword in his hand struck her fiercely with a powerful blade.
The opponent's sword light is very powerful and extremely proficient. It can be seen that he has been practicing for a long time.
Yang Nianqiao has been pursuing realm all these years, because she feels that realm overwhelms everything else, and she has relatively little practice in spells and martial arts.
Soon, she was enveloped by the shadow of knives and was in danger one after another.
She tried to resist constantly, but the opponent was much stronger than her, and she had no power to resist at all.
"You are very smart and scheming, but when it comes to cultivation, you are still a bit immature. Go back and be reincarnated and start over!"
The man in black sneered, raised his sword, and slashed it down.
Just when Yang Nianqiao was about to accept his fate, suddenly the ground rumbled and shook.
A big hand broke out of the ground and turned into a huge stone palm, instantly grabbing the body of the man in black.
The man in black was shocked. Before he could react, his body was pinched gently and turned into meat.
Boom!
The stone arm returned to the ground, and the ground returned to calm, as if nothing had ever happened.
Yang Nianqiao was stunned and kept looking around.
Finally, she saw a one-armed old man suspended in mid-air.
The old man looks about fifty years old. He is wearing a black robe, his right arm is empty, and his clothes are blowing gently in the wind. He looks like a fairy.
He exuded an aura that was both good and evil, making people afraid to look directly at him.
The old man glanced at her and without saying a word, turned around to drive accurately.
"Senior, wait a moment." Yang Nianqiao quickly flew up and blocked her way: "Thank you, senior, for saving your life. I am grateful to you."
"You don't have to thank me. I was just passing by and saw someone in black robes that I didn't like, so I just dealt with it." The one-armed old man said calmly.
"In any case, it was senior who saved me. It is a great kindness that I can never repay." Yang Nianqiao saluted.
She secretly looked at the old man in front of her, and then looked at the distance in the sky.
From here to the ground, there are tens of thousands of meters. He can actually control the land and use earth magic from such a long distance. This kind of strength, even in the Golden Core stage, must be very terrifying.
His strength is at least in the late stage of Jin Dan, and even at the peak of Jin Dan.
Yang Nianqiao was so excited when he thought that he had met such a terrifying person. Wouldn't it be great if he could accept him as his disciple and enter the golden elixir stage?
At that time, Shao Yuan, the leader of the Demon Slayer Sect, was in front of her and was not even worthy of carrying her shoes.
The old man glanced at her and said calmly: "You are only over forty years old. You can achieve half-step foundation cultivation at this age. You have good talent. However, you must know that combat power is composed of two things. You only pursue realm.
, neglecting spells and martial arts, and the combat power is too weak, which will have a great impact on your future practice."
"Junior, thank you, senior, for reminding me." Yang Nianqiao saluted, and then said urgently: "Senior, junior also has a friend who may be in danger. Senior, can you go and save her?"
"That's all, I'll help you save people until the end."
The old man rolled his hand, and a burst of vitality enveloped Yang Nianqiao's body, and then turned into a stream of light, approaching quickly.
Yang Nianqiao had never seen such magical powers before, and she screamed in fright. When she opened her eyes, she had returned to the Demon Slayer Sect again.
It took her half a day to travel, but the other party arrived in a few minutes. The gap was not that big.
"Where is your friend?" the one-armed old man asked.
"You live in the cave over there." Yang Nianqiao pointed to the cave over there.
The old man's vitality rolled up again, clamped her again, turned into a stream of water, and entered the cave.
"Xiaoyan, where are you, Xiaoyan?" Yang Nianqiao ran in and shouted loudly from inside.
Xiaoyan was not inside at all, and the letter was still on the table, which meant that she had never been back.
Yang Nianqiao was very anxious. Thinking of what the man in black said, he was worried that something would happen to Xiaoyan.
"Senior, can you help me find Xiaoyan? I'm worried that something will happen to her." Yang Nianqiao said anxiously.
The one-armed old man looked around inside the cave and finally walked to the bed.
He pulled off a piece of cloth from the pillow on the bed, and Xiaoyan's breath was still on it.
This aura is very weak, but for a powerful monk, it is enough.
He walked out with the rag, and then poured a burst of energy into the cloth, and suddenly the cloth automatically floated in the air and floated outside.
The one-armed old man followed the cloth and flew for almost fifty kilometers, finally spinning continuously over a deep pool.
The old man was suspended in mid-air, looking at the deep pool below, and with one palm shot, a blast of blue energy entered the cold pool.
The originally calm cold pool surged into huge waves, which turned into a whirlpool, and a fountain appeared in the middle, bubbling constantly.
A corpse was spit out from the spring.
"Xiaoyan."
Yang Nianqiao quickly flew over and hugged Xiaoyan's body, her eyes turning red.
There was a deep mark on Xiaoyan's neck, and she was obviously strangled to death.
The other party was afraid that her blood would stain the pool water red, so he didn't stab her.
"Xiaoyan, I'm sorry, it was me who hurt you." Yang Nianqiao said excitedly with red eyes.