Three and a half years later, Yang Cheng looked at the no less than twenty protoss souls in the Black Mysterious Banner, not counting the several protoss souls that had been released in the early stages of foundation building. He finally felt a little tired and decided to take a good rest this time when he went back.
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In addition, Yang Cheng's soul was also faintly throbbing, as if there was some huge thing hidden in the jungle wilderness in front of him.
Yang Cheng immediately woke up.
In this hunting war that lasted for several years, the human monks suffered many casualties, but there were also many gods who were harvested.
With such a reduction in personnel, the high-ranking members of the God Clan would really watch helplessly as the number of members of the same clan decreased little by little.
Maybe he’s already starting to prepare for his ultimate move now.
Yang Cheng immediately couldn't help but shudder when he thought that there might be old monsters from the God race hiding in the jungle at the core-formation stage, waiting for them to deliver food with a ferocious smile on their faces.
After looking at the surrounding environment, Yangcheng is now more than 10,000 to 20,000 miles away from Fanhua City.
Taking out a jade slip that marked the map from his storage bag, Yang Cheng examined it carefully and chose a path that was somewhat circuitous but very hidden.
More than ten days later, Yang Cheng successfully returned to Fanhua City after successfully killing another person from the God Clan on the road.
In more than three years, the number of monks living in Dongfu District seems to have decreased a lot. It is not known whether they died in the hunting battle or went elsewhere.
Yukong flew into the canyon in the Dongfu District. Although there were indispensable shade trees and bright flowers, Yang Cheng's face was solemn, and he felt a rare sense of desolation and depression.
It seems that the monks who were constantly entering and leaving the canyon can no longer be seen. I don't know how many of those people Yang Cheng knows now.
Landing on the platform at the entrance of the cave, Yang Cheng sighed and opened the door of the cave.
After a sweet sleep, Yang Cheng regained his full energy. He left the cave and entered the city. He disposed of the items in the storage bag in several places and replenished some necessary items.
When returning, Yang Cheng happened to meet a monk he knew and learned that Fu Nanshan, the boss of their loose organization, was preparing to organize a gathering in two days.
After returning to the cave, two days passed by while resting, and Yang Cheng then went out.
When he arrived at the reserved restaurant, the first thing that greeted Yang Cheng was that familiar face.
"Hey, it's really Fellow Daoist Yang who's here! I just didn't believe it when I heard it!"
Seeing Yang Cheng striding into the box, Fu Nanshan suddenly felt that it was not Yang Cheng who came in, but a colorful beast. Then he smelled a faint smell of blood, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he immediately
He stepped forward happily and said.
Fu Nanshan and the others were all vaguely aware of Yang Cheng's participation in the hunting battle. Fu Nanshan himself also went out a few times, but after he gained something, he stopped participating.
I was still wondering if Yang Cheng might have fallen.
But looking at Yang Cheng's current state, it couldn't be better. Are there any signs of decline?
I don’t know how many people from the God Clan died at the hands of Yang Cheng in the past few years.
So much so that even after coming back for a few days, the bloody smell on Yang Cheng's body was still so strong that he couldn't even wash it off!
"Long time no see, Fellow Daoist Fu's aura is becoming more and more profound, and it seems that we are not far away from that step. It's really gratifying!" Yang Cheng also smiled and said with cupped hands.
"Haha, where! If we really want to talk about the harvest, I think the one here is the biggest, Daoist Fellow Yang. If you don't believe me, let's all judge!" Fu Nanshan seemed to be really happy, and even made a rare joke.
After hearing Fu Nanshan's words, several members of the organization who were sitting looked at each other in surprise and immediately turned to look at Yang Cheng.
"Ugh..." At this moment, a sound of retching sounded.
Then I saw the female cultivator in palace attire that Yang Cheng had seen last time covering her mouth with her hands, her face turning pale, her beautiful eyes showing a hint of apology to Yang Cheng and the boss Fu Nanshan, and she walked quickly past Yang Cheng.
Later, when the female cultivator in palace attire saw Yang Cheng finally appear, she was a little happy and wanted to come up and say hello.
But unexpectedly, before he could open his mouth, he smelled an extremely thick smell of blood, and he couldn't help but retched.
At this time, the female cultivator in palace attire, who was somewhat mysophobic, was extremely frightened. She just wanted to stay away and was worried about offending the evil star Yang Cheng, so she even forgot about the idea of saying hello.
Fu Nanshan was used to such scenes. Seeing that Yang Cheng seemed a little depressed, he immediately smiled and chatted with Yang Cheng enthusiastically for a few words before they sat down.
After the opening ceremony, Fu Nanshan took out several bottles of elixirs as usual and asked everyone present to share them.
After Yang Cheng saw three bottles of elixirs suitable for the middle stage of foundation building, he immediately picked up one bottle with excitement, opened it and took a look at it before putting it down, waiting for the elixirs to be distributed in order.
However, after seeing Yang Cheng's actions, the other two mid-level foundation builders immediately showed a trace of hesitation in their eyes, and then they forced a smile and said, "Fellow Daoist Yang rarely comes here once, why don't all the elixirs this time belong to Yang Cheng?"
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Everyone present seemed a little surprised to see the two middle-stage Foundation Establishment students making such a modest concession.
The quick-thinking person seemed to have thought of something, and after taking a careful look at Yang Cheng, he fell silent.
The hunting war has been going on for several years, and some of the people here have participated in it, while some have watched it.
I saw a lot of familiar people disappearing without a trace, and even more of them came back hurt and with little gain.
It seems that only monks in the later stages of foundation building can be seen as calm as Yang Cheng.
It seems that outside Fanhua City is Yang Cheng's back garden, and he just went out for a walk!
And even if you have never seen that tragic scene of monks, you have heard it to some extent.
When the gods come out to participate in hunting, there are few monks in the early stage of foundation building, and more are monks in the middle and later stages of foundation building.
Smelling the smell of blood that couldn't be washed away from Yang Cheng's body, he saw the other two middle-stage Foundation Establishment players pushing and shoving with smiles.
Only then did several early-stage foundation-builders realize that Yang Cheng was not just an ordinary mid-stage foundation-builder monk as they thought.
Rumor has it that when he first came to Fanhua City, Yang Cheng used his cultivation in the early stage of foundation building to kill a group of casual cultivators headed by monks in the middle stage of foundation building.
And in this hunting battle, we still don’t know how many monks of the same level from the God Clan were killed by Yang Cheng!
The female cultivator in palace attire also remembered that she had disliked Yang Cheng's smell just now, and her face suddenly turned paler.
But not long after, a glistening color appeared in the eyes of the female cultivator in palace attire, and she looked at Yang Cheng quietly from time to time.
After hearing what the other party said, Yang Cheng was startled for a moment and then smiled: "Since the two Taoist friends are giving in to each other, I happen to be in need of it, so you're welcome!"
With that said, Yang Cheng put away the three bottles of elixirs with a single stroke of his hand and began to order the spiritual stones for Fu Nanshan.
"You are so polite, Fellow Daoist Yang! Let's have a drink together if you have a chance?" the middle-aged man with a scar at the corner of his eye said with a smile. The other person also nodded.
"Okay." Yang Cheng said with a faint smile.
Since the other party is so complimentary and has known her for many years, he will definitely not refuse ordinary human relations.
Seeing that Yang Cheng accepted his invitation and was not as aloof as he said in private, the middle-aged man was also very satisfied.
After the elixirs were distributed, Yang Cheng thought that the meeting was about to end when he saw that there were no training exchanges scheduled today.
After the hunting war started, the tasks and news in Fu Nanshan's hand disappeared, probably because of the influence.
However, seeing Fu Nanshan still sitting upright with the old god present, he had no intention of getting up and leaving. Instead, he unexpectedly started talking about the hunting war between humans and gods.
After telling a few interesting anecdotes that happened during the hunting battle, and eliciting a burst of relaxed laughter, Fu Nanshan changed his tone and said with a smile: "Fu has some private relationships, and all fellow Taoists should know about it, otherwise we wouldn't be able to get them."
To the elixir mission."
Seeing everyone showing a knowing smile, Fu Nanshan continued: "The next news involves hunting battles. It is said that because the casualties of the God Clan monks are several percent higher than in previous years, there are old monsters from the God Clan who are in the core forming stage preparing to enter the wild recently.
, take action against our human monks!"
"Although the news has not been confirmed, Fu hopes that fellow Taoists participating in the hunting war should not go out in the near future. This is a reminder from Fu!"
After Fu Nanshan said something profound, he glanced at Yang Cheng and several monks who were going out, and said, "Okay, that's all for today's gathering. I hope all fellow Taoists will take care of themselves. See you next time!"
When he heard that Fu Nanshan's news was indeed what he thought, Yang Cheng nodded as usual, but his heart trembled, secretly exclaiming that it was very dangerous.
However, he didn't plan to go out in the near future, so he didn't need to worry about anything.
This news only confirmed his suspicion.
As for the people present, no one spoke up, questioning why this was a hunting battle between people of the same rank, but there was an old monster at the stage of pill formation who wanted to intervene due to excessive casualties.
This is because in the world of immortality where strength speaks for itself, there is no fairness at all!
Just like when Meng Tuyuanli wanted to deal with the foundation-building female cultivators of the Zijin Immortal Realm, he also invited the Immortal Cultivators of the Jiedan Stage.
Including later, after Yang Cheng killed Meng Tu, Cang Shen Mountain's Dan Formation Stage directly wanted to take action against Yang Cheng who was in the Qi Refining Stage.
Except for a very small number of immortal cultivators who can cultivate to the foundation-building stage, they rely on the protection of their family or sect and advance in calm conditions.
Most of the rest of the people have gone through many turmoils before reaching their current position, and they no longer make a fuss about it.
After the party ended, Yang Cheng slowly walked behind and came to the Jingmeng River.
Listening to the surging river water and looking at the huge waterwheel that scooped water to irrigate the spiritual field, Yang Cheng slowed down and looked at it thoughtfully.
As night falls, the Dongfu area gradually becomes brightly lit, reflecting even the Jingmeng River's water becoming colorful.
Yang Cheng felt relaxed at this moment, as if he had been washed away from distracting thoughts, and then turned around and went back.
Back in the cave, Yang Cheng was still unsatisfied and wanted to experience this rare leisure again, when he heard a knock on the door.
"Is there anyone visiting?"
There was a knock on the door just after he came back, and Yang Cheng was suddenly a little surprised.
You must know that unless the monks have known each other personally for many years and know each other's details, they generally will not visit in person.
"Could it be He Bin? Since I just met Fu Nanshan, it shouldn't be him. It's probably He Bin!"
Yang Cheng got up and opened the door after thinking about it, only to see that the person standing outside the door was none other than Daoist Fellow Fu Nanshan who had been eliminated by him.