Yang Zhen strode to the demon tiger.
Even sitting on the ground, this huge monster tiger was a head taller than the standing boy, like a snow-covered hill.
Its forehead, eyebrows, and beard are all covered with a thin layer of ice at this moment. This is the power of the cold power of purple snow.
"Who are you?" Yaohu said hoarsely.
It was so weak that it could barely hold itself up without falling, and its big mouth could only be opened slightly.
"Hongtanhui." Yang Zhen replied casually.
"No! You are not from Hongtan Society, absolutely not!" Yaohu said flatly.
"Oh? Why are you so sure?"
"The monks of the Red Tan Society..." A trace of sarcasm appeared on the corner of Yaohu's mouth: "Don't talk about killing the manager, they can't deal with any little demon here!"
"Two years ago, Hong Tanhui made a careful plan and sent three of their most skilled people to ambush Lang Tan. After fighting for most of the day, the guy still ran away, haha!"
Wolf Greed is exactly the ferocious and cruel demon wolf that Lu Bo mentioned that day. It is said that he was killed by the Hongtan Society, and his head is missing. Now listening to the meaning of this demon tiger, is there any other reason?
"Did you kill Lang Tan?" Yang Zhen asked curiously.
"That's right. This guy killed people wantonly, and I couldn't tolerate it for a long time. Although it escaped that day, it was seriously injured and came to me for help. I simply killed it, threw away the head, and threw the body back to where it was. , put these suspicions on Hong Tanhui..."
"If you do this, wouldn't it enhance the prestige of Hong Tan Club?" Yang Zhen was even more surprised.
"So what? Can Hongtanhui's three melons and two dates turn the world upside down? I used the name of Hongtanhui to beat those beasts under me to prevent them from killing people at will. Tell me, I did the right thing. Isn’t that right? That wolf is greedy, should he be killed?”
"Deserves to be killed!"
"Young people..." Yaohu sighed: "I really can't think of a place where young heroes like you can appear. Today's plan is indeed wonderful. Until now, I still don't know. What kind of methods did you use to make me unable to move at all, and to be at your mercy..."
It breathed a long sigh of relief with a sad tone:
"But! Even if you kill me, so what? Can you kill the Changying King who rules this island? Can you kill the Emperor Qian'an above it? Can you kill the ancestor of the giant mountain!"
The rule of the demon clan is that the fourth level is a demon king, and the fifth level is a generation of emperors. As for the sixth level, it is already one of the only three great gods left in the Zhenyu Realm, the master of the entire mountain domain, the Giant Mountain Demon Lord!
"If you can't kill them, what can you do to change them? Can you save these human races in Tiger Roaring Valley? Can you make them live better?"
"Have you ever thought about what kind of situation the more than 20,000 human beings in Tiger Roaring Valley will face if I die?"
"No one of them will be spared, and they will all be executed by King Changying!"
The demon tiger was shouting at the top of his lungs when he said this, and the echoes surged around the hall, causing ice cubes and dust to scatter on the beams.
Zixue and Zhao Yue'er remained silent, looking at the young man with their beautiful eyes to see how he would deal with it.
"Your Excellency said so much, do you want me to let you go?" Yang Zhen asked.
"That's right!" Yaohu said solemnly: "You go ahead and follow your sunny path! I, please stay here and be my island master."
"I don't know where you come from, and I don't want to know. I promise that after you leave, I will never take revenge on the human race in Huroar Valley, and I will never trace your whereabouts."
"Deacon Yang, ask yourself, compared to Xiong Yue, who is fond of human flesh, cruel and easy to kill, am I still friendly to your human race? Without my restraint, how could the human race of Tiger Roaring Valley continue to flourish to this day?"
"Don't be impulsive, young man!"
Yang Zhen stared at the demon tiger closely, silently, thinking constantly in her heart.
There are some truths and some lies in this monster, but its real purpose is to delay the attack and delay the attack.
He has been trying his best to mobilize the true energy in his body and suppress the anesthesia and softening of Zui Fengzi.
If it had been any other toxin, its attempts would likely have been successful. It's a pity that if you let it break your head, you won't expect that the cute little girl not far away, suspended in the air, is also using her own talents to continuously stimulate the activity of these Zuifengzi seeds, prompting them to continue to sprout. .
If the delay continues, the demon tiger's body will only become softer. If it was possible that it might still have some strength to resist like Xiong Yue at first, by now, that strength has been depleted.
Naturally, Yang Zhen would not point it out. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly asked:
"That girl named Xiao Yezi, you had already planned to trade her with the demon bear for Red Mud Island, right?"
The demon tiger's expression suddenly froze.
For a long time, it said word for word: "The demon bear came here today, and he had already intended to replace a human monk. Besides, I still owe it a favor..."
"Hahaha!" Yang Zhen raised her head and laughed: "So, this is the reason why you choose human monks to cater to them? After all, it is ridiculous to say that these human races in Tiger Roar Valley are just domestic animals that you raise. !”
"It's just that Xiong Yue spent decades eating it, but you are careful and careful in your calculations!"
"For our human race, what's the difference between you and Xiong Yue!"
"I at least gave them the possibility of survival and the hope of continuing their family lineage!" Hushuai protested.
"Stay alive? Haha! Are you going to live like a pig or a dog? You don't know which day the butcher's knife will fall on your head? Have you ever asked the human race in Tiger Roaring Valley if they are willing to be arranged like this by you and live like this?" Going down?"
"You..." The demon tiger was also angered and shouted: "Haven't you humans ever killed our demon clan? Then what the Drunken Rabbit did, isn't it the blood and tears of our demon clan?"
"You not only cook our flesh and blood, but you also peel our skin, beat our tendons, and take away the demon elixirs from our bodies. Why do you humans accuse us demons when you do this?"
The demon tiger's eyes are wide open, and its beard and hair are spread out. These words have obviously been thought about in my heart for a long time, and there is also a lot of anger and resentment in my heart.
Yang Zhen looked gloomy and was silent. He must treat Yaohu's counter-question with caution and answer it seriously.
Otherwise, he would have no choice but to let go of the demon tiger.
As early as ten years ago, he personally killed Hou Xian and after receiving the first drop of blood, he swore that he would never be a murderous person.
There is a right way to kill.
If there is no sufficient reason to kill the opponent forcefully, it will leave a crack in his Taoist heart.
…
"Your Majesty, what you said makes sense." After a long time, the young man said slowly.
There was a trace of joy in Yaohu's eyes, as well as a trace of imperceptible contempt and cruelty.
"In this world, strength is respected. Here in the Mountain Domain, there is an order established by the Demon Lord. The Demon clan is respected and the human clan is humbled. Even if it is unfair to our human clan, it is not necessarily against the law of heaven."
"Right now, I am powerless to change, and I have never thought about changing this situation."
The demon tiger's eyes became more and more intense, and he said eagerly:
"Deacon Yang, since you understand this truth, you don't want to change this world. Then why bother me anymore? At least on this Huju Island, I am still
I can protect the safety of your human race..."
Its words did not receive any response. The young man turned a deaf ear and murmured to himself while deep in thought:
"Since I respect my strength, I can't change the big world, but I can still change the destiny of the human race in a small place, an island."
"My Taoist heart is to protect. This protection must be backed by strength. No matter how capable you are, how much you can do. Don't be too ambitious, let alone be blindly impulsive. Be down-to-earth, protect the people around you, and then extend it to the surrounding areas."
"So, I am stronger on Huju Island at this moment, so respect me and I will make the decision!"
The young man raised the wooden stick in his hand high: "The first thing I have to do is to get rid of you and get rid of this big mountain that is weighing on the heads of the human race on Huju Island!"
"So, you, go to hell!" The wooden stick swung down and hit the demon tiger's forehead hard, like a torrent, sweeping over the earth and destroying everything!
"Bang!" The demon tiger fell straight to the ground and refused to close his eyes!
…
The north wind picked up snowflakes and slapped them on the young man's face.
When Yang Zhen stepped out of the hall, the snow outside became even heavier, flying in the sky.
Looking as far as the eye can see, the field of vision is vast and pale, as if everything is buried in the snow, leaving only this silent world.
All the monsters and beasts were gone. Some of them had long since disappeared, and some had gone into the palace to escape the cold, and then they were all killed.
Therefore, although the fighting in the hall was fierce, it looked peaceful from the outside, and no one knew what happened inside the hall.
That’s fine!
We had to take action just now, now we need to consider how to deal with the aftermath.
Yang Zhen decided to go to Danfang first.
It's probably Xu time now. If it was two months ago, the monks in the alchemy workshop should still be refining alchemy, right now!
When he entered the cave, he saw only Zuo Pingan. The old man was facing a scorching alchemy furnace with his eyes closed in concentration, and large beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.
As if he felt someone coming in, the old man thought, and the taut string immediately broke, and the flames suddenly shot out three feet high. The furnace of elixir was about to be scrapped before he saw it!
Yang Zhen stepped forward quickly, and while using the Fire Control Technique, she put her consciousness into the furnace, hooked on the remaining residue, and pulled it out.
Soon, the alchemy furnace was opened, and six sparkling Yuan Condensing Pills were revealed, all of which were of the middle grade.
"Deacon." The old man looked at Yang Zhen with relief and some uneasiness.
Condensing Yuan Pill, this is a pill commonly used by foundation-building monks, but it is of little use against monsters. Although there is no explicit prohibition against refining monster beasts, if one knew about it, there would definitely be no good results.
Yang Zhen smiled softly and didn't care: "You are the only one here. Where are the others? Are they gone?"
"Hey! I left an hour ago. It's going to snow today, so I should go home early."
"Where's Lu You'an? Has he gone home too?"
"Him?" The old man scratched his head and recalled: "Deputy Deacon Lu left earlier. Not long after your Excellency left with the steward, someone from the Deputy Deacon's family came to see him and called him away."
At this point, he asked cautiously: "Deacon, the cat manager asked you to go to the hall, is there nothing important?"
"It's okay, we're having a barbecue for them!" Yang Zhen replied casually, but what she was thinking about was that Lu You'an hurried back, probably knowing that something happened to Xiao Zizi.
"Let's go too." He greeted.
"Hey, hey." Zuo Ping'an nodded repeatedly, put away the Ning Yuan Pill quickly, and followed quickly.
Walking out of the cave, snowflakes were falling, covering the mountain road so much that no trace was left.
Yang Zhen took out two flying swords and threw one of the second-level middle-grade swords to Zuo Pingan:
"It's snowing so much, let's fly back."
"How could this happen!" The old man was startled and took a few steps back, letting the flying sword plunge straight into the snow. He looked around in panic, and when he saw that there was no movement, he felt slightly relieved, leaned over and whispered:
"Deacon, the steward has an order that we are not allowed to carry weapons. You, why are you carrying two flying swords with you?"
"Put it away quickly, put it away! Let's walk back!"
Yang Zhen smiled calmly: "It's so troublesome to walk back with such heavy snow! If you don't want to fly, then I'll leave first!"
After saying that, he took out his flying sword and pierced into the oncoming wind and snow.
"Hey, don't, don't, there are patrols at the foot of the mountain." Zuo Ping'an shouted in a low voice.
There was no response, and the boy quickly disappeared into the snow.
The second-level middle-grade sword still remained in place.
"Young man, you don't know how high the sky is!" Zuo Ping'an cursed secretly, turned around and saw the flying sword, his eyes couldn't help but gleam.
The best flying sword he had ever used in his life was only a low-grade second-level sword. That was when the sea monsters invaded, and Tiger Commander organized human monks to fight against them. Only then did he get such a magic weapon.
As a result, it had not been kept warm in my hands for two days. When the war was over, it was confiscated.
He dreams of having a flying sword.
With his qualifications and the conditions of Tiger Roaring Valley, he will probably stop at the middle stage of foundation building in this life and miss the later stage.
This means that if he wants to fly, he must have a flying sword.
As a monk, who doesn't want to step on the clouds and mist, soar in the sky, freely?
Even though the demon clan strictly prohibited flying at will, this thought has been turbulent in his heart and fantasized in his dreams.
At this time, the flying sword needed to achieve flying was right in front of him, ready for him to pick it up.
Zuo Ping'an looked left and right, and finally couldn't resist the temptation in his heart. He reached out his hand, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and pulled it out with force!
Looking around again, there was indeed no monster in sight. He protected the flying sword in front of his chest, breathing heavily, his heart pounding.
Then he quickly inserted the sword backwards through the trouser leg, then tied the trouser leg tightly, glanced around again, and his mind slowly calmed down.
"What happened to me today? You took such a risk, this, this..."
While blaming himself, he pressed his thigh tightly against Feijian, feeling the cold and refreshing feeling.
Suddenly, something moved in his heart.
"Although Deacon Yang is young, he doesn't seem to be a reckless person. Why are you so bold today?"
He suddenly raised his head and looked back. That was the direction of the main hall. The distance in a straight line was only three or four miles. When his spiritual sense sensed it, there was deathly silence outside the main hall.
Extremely quiet.
An unimaginable scene suddenly came to mind, and the old man gaped with horror on his face.
"Would you like to go up and have a look?"
After wandering for a long time, he finally made up his mind.
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