His expression was neither happy nor sad. "Wang Yan, next time we meet again, I will let you see my growth."
Zhang Lingxu turned around and said, "Disciples of Tianshi Dao, listen to your orders! Let's go back to Longhu Mountain!"
Everyone was in an uproar. An elder was about to object, but immediately shut up. What could he say? Let Zhang Lingxu lead the disciples to attack the Shenhuo Palace? To enter the Shenhuo Palace, you must defeat this strange Yue Lao. Zhang Lingxu
He is the strongest among this group of people. Even he was defeated. Who else can defeat this Yue Lao?
Looking around, there are only a few people in the Three Avenue Sect who are still capable of fighting. If these people come together, they may not be enough for Wang Yan to deal with.
For a moment, the atmosphere fell into dead silence.
"Let's go!" Zhang Lingxu waved his hand, and hundreds of Tianshi Talisman wrapped around every Taoist priest of Tianshi Tao like a stream of light. This is the "armor horse" of Tianshi Tao. After being attached to it, a person can travel thousands of miles.
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A group of Taoist priests from the Celestial Master's Way put on their "armored horses" and didn't say much. They just raised their legs and walked away. After a while, they disappeared without a trace.
At this moment, the people on Beimang Mountain on Baizhangping, except for Wang Yan, were all a group of old, weak and wounded soldiers. Seeing that the Tianshi Dao people were about to leave, they were unable to stop them.
"Brothers from Shenxiao Dao, the old Taoist priest has also left!"
Several old Taoist priests from Maoshan Road called to their uninjured disciples to help up the wounded soldiers, recited the [Divine Mantra], and left Baizhangping not long after.
Once the Tianshi and Maoshan sects left, the Taoist priests of Shenxiao Tao who had never ended up staying here had no meaning anymore. After the thunder of "boom", the Taoist priests of Shenxiao Tao also left.
On the Baizhang Ping, there were only three or two big cats and kittens from the Bodhidharma Sect and the Heavenly Snake Shrine.
These people were originally fringe disciples in their respective sects, and their magic power was not very strong. They traveled around the world all day long. This time they encountered the Three Great Daomen encircling Beiman Mountain on the way, and came to Beiman Mountain to help with the idea of making money.
, I didn’t expect that in the blink of an eye, all the people from the three major gates left without even saying hello to them.
The dozen or so monks, nuns, and beauties immediately trembled and looked at Wang Yan with fear. Several of them were in the state of being possessed by the yin god, and three or four of them were in the early stage of expelling objects, and their combat power was weak.
They clearly saw Wang Yan's fierce power. It could be said that it would be easy for Wang Yan to take their lives.
"Hero, good man, strong man..." A monk with a leprosy on his head swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva and almost knelt down to Wang Yan, "We really didn't mean to offend, so they took our lives!"
"Hurry up..." Before Wang Yan could say the word "get out", ghost blood suddenly spurted out from his mouth, his body shook a few times, and he fell to the ground.
Zhang Lingxu's [Meteor Fire Rain] and [Qiankun Xun Wind] severely injured him. He only relied on his bravery to defeat Zhang Lingxu. He was already scarred and he wished he could find a place to fall asleep immediately.
Rejuvenate.
The Zombie Boy and Beidou Sword Slave chased each other all the way, but no one knew where they went. Wang Yan used the magic formula several times to summon the Zombie Boy, but there was no response.
"This kid can't survive!" The leprous-headed monk who was kowtowing to Wang Yan suddenly jumped up and shouted fiercely with a voice like a broken gong, "Fuck you, you were so arrogant just now, let me kneel down to you!
Fellow Taoists, go ahead and chop this kid into pieces!"
When he saw Wang Yan's appearance, he immediately became more courageous.
"You dare to touch the Immortal Master and try it!" Several corpse demons ran towards them brandishing big axes. The leprous-headed monk smiled, his true energy condensed on his fingertips, and he used the Buddhist beads in his hand to pop out as a hidden weapon.
He was at the peak level of possession, but these corpse demons were only in the foundation building stage, and their strength was very different. After a few "bang bang" sounds, several corpse demons lay on the ground.
Yang Jian, Madam Baigu, and other sect masters and protectors were all anxious, but there was nothing they could do. They were injured so badly that they couldn't even lift a little finger now.
Wang Yan also smiled bitterly. He had defeated even the great masters of Tianshi Dao just now, but now he was going to die in the hands of such inferior soldiers and generals? He tried to raise his energy, but found that he was seriously injured. He wanted to recover even a little bit.
The strength will have to wait at least three hours. Now, he can only raise his hand slightly, but cannot drive the Qinghong Sword.
The dozen or so people from the Bodhidharma Sect and the Heavenly Snake Shrine looked at each other, and they were all urging each other to kill Wang Yan. Wang Yan’s fierce power was deeply imprinted in their hearts, even if they saw that he was now weak
It seemed that he still didn't dare to step forward rashly.
"Let me try to see if he really can't move!" A female disciple of the Heavenly Snake Palace in the realm of expelling objects took out two crescent-shaped flying knives from her waist. She activated a ray of spiritual thought, and the flying knives flew quickly.
It hit Wang Yan's back like a meteor.
Wang Yan groaned twice, looking painful.
"He really can't move!" Everyone was overjoyed. "Kill this kid and enter the Shenhuo Palace to steal the Beiming Xuanhuo. We will definitely be able to cultivate to the level of the previous sect masters of Beimang Mountain!"
With a "hoo!", everyone swarmed in and surrounded Wang Yan. Buddha beads, flying knives, long swords, water thorns, wooden fish, etc., all kinds of weapons were thrown at Wang Yan.
"Ah!" A shrill scream suddenly sounded!
Huge flames emerged from the body of the leper-headed monk. The flames were as bright as blood, and flames came out of his ears, eyes, nose, mouth, and navel, blooming gorgeously on his body.
"Save me, save me!" He grabbed the people around him like crazy. Everyone stood very close, and the fire on the monk's body was stirred by the wind, burning fiercely, and everyone was stained with some flames.
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"It's so hot, so hot!" Several monks threw the wooden fish away and beat it with their hands, scratching the monks' clothes to pieces.
"Help, help!" The two women from the Heavenly Snake Shrine screamed and rolled around on the ground. The fire not only did not decrease, but became even bigger.
"I'm going to die, save me, save me!" The skin and flesh on the skinny-headed monk's body were all festered, exposing the dense white bones. After a moment, he lay on the ground and turned into a pile of skeletons.
After a while, there was no sound of people in Baizhangping. Even the souls of those monks and nuns were burned by the fire, and they were completely gone.
A ball of light shaped like a flame danced between the skeleton of the leprous-headed monk. Wang Yan raised his hand weakly and recited a mantra, and the ball of fire "swooshed" into his heart and disappeared.
Just now, at the critical moment, Wang Yan accumulated all his true energy and magic power and forced the [Yang Lihuo] fate into the body of the leprous-headed monk.
The strength of the monk with the skinny head is far inferior to that of Zhang Lingxu. Zhang Lingxu can use his true energy to suppress the power of Yang Lihuo, but the monk with the skinny head does not have this ability. His own cultivation is not enough to subdue Yanglihuo. In an instant,
It was completely burned by Yangli Fire.
The grievances of these ten people gathered together and formed a ferocious grimace in the sky above Baizhangping. After a few hours, the sky was white with fish belly, and the cool morning breeze blew, and the grimace gradually dissipated.
Wang Yan stood up unsteadily, holding the Qinghong Sword.
The morning sun rises slowly from the east, and a golden glow spreads across the entire valley. Wang Yan feels the morning breeze, dewdrops, glow, and sun, and his soul is pure.
After several thrilling battles last night, he felt that he had made a big breakthrough in both his mind and strength. He seemed to have a slightly different understanding of swordsmanship, life and death, heaven and earth, and victory and defeat than before.
Half a day later.
In the main altar of Beimang Mountain, a group of people were lying around. They were all the sect leaders, protectors, and elders of various sects in Beimang Mountain. They had been seriously injured in the battle with the three major sects, and now they were all transferred by Wang Yan.
I went to the main altar to heal my wounds.
Wang Yan looked at the wounded in the hall, thoughtfully. In the center of the hall, several people stood up unsteadily. Wang Yan raised his eyes and saw that the leader was Yang Jian.
Although Yang Jian was seriously injured, he was the strongest among the group and had the best recovery ability. After resting for most of the day, he could barely stand up. Behind him were Yang Su, Yang Xuangan, Yang Lin, and Yu Juluo
, Yang Guang and several other important figures from the Tianzi Sect, as well as several sect leaders from other Beimang sects.
"Little brother, it can be said that everyone up and down the Beimang Mountain was saved by you this time. You are my benefactor in Beimang. Please accept our worship!"
Yang Jian led the crowd and saluted Wang Yan. Wang Yan was slightly polite and accepted it calmly. If you admit your mistakes, you should also admit your achievements. Being too modest will appear false. This is Wang Yan's principle of doing things.
"If you have any questions from now on, let me know. I will go up and down the Wuying Sect at your disposal!" said a middle-aged man as thin as a piece of paper. He is the master of the Wuying Sect in Beimang Mountain.
"That's right! All the disciples of our Qixuan Sect are also willing to listen to your instructions, Yue Lao!" The sect master of Beimang Mountain [Qixuan Sect] also expressed his stance.
For a time, almost all the sect owners present expressed their gratitude to Wang Yan.
"Immortal Master, you will be the master of the Bone Sect from now on." Mrs. Bones carefully handed a gray-white bone jade pendant to Wang Yan's hand. "This is my token of the Bone Sect. If you wear it, from now on, you will be the master of the Bone Sect."
The master of the White Bone Sect leads the two thousand disciples of the White Bone Sect!"
When everyone heard this, they were not too surprised. After all, Madam White Bones had said it before when she was at Baizhangping, but many people thought she wanted to promise a false position and let Wang Yan work for her. Now seeing Madam White Bones really want to
After giving up the throne, many sect masters murmured in their hearts, and then suddenly realized that the White Bone Sect suffered serious losses in the successive battles, and Mrs. White Bones' own strength also plummeted. If the White Bone Sect does not find a big backer, it will be difficult for the White Bone Sect to succeed in Beimang in the future.
The mountains are getting mixed up again.
There is no doubt that Wang Yan is a big backer.
Mrs. Bones didn't think so much. She really felt that she owed Wang Yan and had received Wang Yan's help many times. She really had nothing to repay. The only gift she could get was the entire Bone Sect.
Wang Yan hesitated for a moment, caught the bone jade pendant, and placed it solemnly in his arms. "Madam, you are so kind, if I make excuses, it would be too false. Wang Yan, thank you, madam!"
He also had plans in mind.
As the leader of Tiandao, Lin Shijian is a public enemy of the three religions. She was kidnapped and it was extremely difficult to rescue her. In addition to cultivating strong strength, huge power is also essential. Power itself is part of the strength.
Wang Yan was a lonely man before and couldn't develop his power even if he wanted to. Now the Bone Sect with two thousand disciples is the first cornerstone for him to develop his power.
"See the door master!"
"Meet the sect master!"
"Old devil, I will only follow the master's lead in the future!"
Several elders of the White Bone Sect in the main hall all bowed to Wang Yan. They were originally worried that the White Bone Sect's vitality would be severely damaged and that it would never recover. Now that they saw Wang Yan as the sect leader, they immediately dispelled this worry.
Everyone can see that Wang Yan has a bright future. There is absolutely no harm in joining him as soon as possible.
"I still don't know anything about managing the sect. Madam has been taking care of the Bone Sect for many years, so she still needs to help me more." Wang Yan thought for a while, "I have to walk around the underworld a lot on weekdays, so I'm afraid I won't have time to take care of the trivial matters of the sect. Madam.
Serve as deputy sect leader and help me handle affairs."
"Yes, Master!" Madam Bai Gu bowed down and said solemnly, "Yao Ji will definitely fulfill her mission."
At this time, a loud sound like the earth was shattering suddenly came from the Skeleton Peak of Beimang Mountain in the distance, which lasted for a long time.
"What's going on?" Everyone looked at each other in surprise.
After a while, a gloomy voice came from the sky outside the hall.
"People of Beiman Mountain, listen up! The Ghost King Cao Cao is coming to this world. Those who know the current affairs should come out to pay homage and greet him! Otherwise, within one day, the entire Beiman Mountain will be razed to the ground!"dd