The wind blows into the restaurant.
It was a very quiet moment.
No one dared to take a breath.
Just looking at the scene in front of me.
"Little junior sister!"
Someone had already reacted and was holding the seriously injured girl. The rest of them drew flying swords and glared at Yang Jian.
"May I ask your name? What are your intentions in hurting my Chongming sect member today?"
Senior Brother Qi took a step forward with a serious face and a bit of nervousness, especially as he glanced at Roaring Sky Dog a few more times.
"Ah……"
Yang Jian sneered: "Get down!"
As soon as the words fell, a strong coercion emanated from Yang Jian.
This is the pressure of an immortal god, the pressure of a great god who is half-step to a quasi-sage.
Although it is only distributed in case of emergency, it is enough.
"Puff puff……"
Several members of the Chongming Sect vomited blood and fell to the ground. Although their lives were not injured, they would definitely need to rest for a year and a half.
"Who are you?"
Senior Brother Qi reluctantly said to Yang Jian. After speaking, he covered his chest and vomited two mouthfuls of blood, and then passed out.
"Shut up."
Yang Jian's voice was calm.
The seriously injured Chongming Sect disciples looked at Yang Jian and then shut up.
They can see that the person and dog in front of them are definitely not the ones you can afford to mess with.
It's just that now, this is the territory of Chongming Sect, and today's humiliation will be tolerated for the time being.
About a quarter of an hour later, Yang Jian stood up.
The food on the table has been cleared.
The Roaring Sky Dog naturally had its mouth full of oil.
One person and one dog slowly walked out of the tavern. Before leaving, they threw a few taels of silver on the table.
When you are a god, you have to follow the rules and pay for meals.
This is the basic law of heaven and earth.
"I am full?"
Yang Jian glanced at Roaring Sky Dog.
The barking dog's head nodded desperately.
"Let's go and see the so-called Mountain of the Dead."
Yang Jian whispered softly.
…
Just like Yang Jian felt before.
The surrounding area of thousands of miles is already teeming with life.
There are vast tracts of farmland, vast tracts of wilderness forests, countless birds and animals, and mountains and rivers.
The lifeless scene five hundred years ago has long since disappeared without a trace.
Here, everything glows with vitality.
Back then, 50,000 heavenly soldiers slaughtered all creatures that might be contaminated by evil spirits here, not only humans, but also birds and beasts.
It has only been five hundred years, but it seems to be back to the starting point.
Mountain of the Dead...
Five hundred miles, for Yang Jian, is just a blink of an eye.
Soon, standing on the sky, Yang Jian saw the big black mountain.
Compared to the vibrant surroundings, this place is as out of place as another world.
The dark mountains seemed to be bare of only stones.
The death energy soaring into the sky made people feel like they were in hell.
It's just that although the death energy here is soaring, it just illustrates the problem.
Back then, the Jade Emperor cast down the Soul-Sealing Curse to suppress countless resentful dead souls and sealed them in the Black Wind Abyss.
Death, evil, resentment, and evil are all sealed.
How can there be such a soaring momentum?
The wind full of death blows on Yang Jian.
"Let's go down."
Yang Jian said something to Roaring Sky Dog.
One person and one dog came to the ground in an instant.
Yang Jian looked at the majestic mountain in front of him and saw countless death auras rising in front of his eyes. Although he was still on the outskirts of the mountain, he could already hear the whispers of countless dead spirits in the mountain.
"who are you?"
"What are you doing here?"
"He looks delicious?"
"Finally a living person?"
…
Yang Jian ignored it.
I glanced at the sky and saw that the sun was dazzling. It was just afternoon and it was the hottest time of the day. But standing in front of the Dead Man's Mountain, there was no warmth from the sun at all.
"Into the mountains."
Yang Jian spoke slowly.
Roaring Sky Dog took the lead and ran forward first.
Yang Jian followed slowly.
The surroundings were surrounded by black air, and I couldn't feel any life.
Yang Jian's steps were slow and he moved forward slowly.
From time to time, the barking of a barking dog can be heard ahead.
And when he actually set foot on the mountain of the dead, Yang Jian could feel countless pairs of eyes looking at him.
There is curiosity, greed, desire, and malice in those eyes...
There are all kinds of things, and ordinary people will feel like they have a ray of light on their backs.
But Yang Jian looked calm.
Just glanced around.
Hearing the mysterious whisper in his ears, his face was solemn.
The sun has been blocked by clouds, and this Dead Man's Mountain seems to be another world.
"Hey, why are you so brave?"
"Are not you afraid?"
"This person is bolder than those people from the Chongming Sect."
"Look at the thin skin and tender meat. It must be delicious."
"Brother, turn around, I'm behind you!"
…
These whispers kept echoing in Yang Jian's ears.
But still moving forward slowly.
He is feeling.
Feeling everything in the Mountain of the Dead, especially the soul-sealing curse cast by the Jade Emperor.
The soul-sealing curse is still there, and Yang Jian can feel the breath of the soul-sealing curse.
But the breath was already extremely dark and thin.
It's like a layer of window paper that can be punctured and shattered with just a little force.
"Why is this so?"
I don’t know how much time has passed.
Yang Jian looked at the huge valley ahead.
There seems to be no difference between here and five hundred years ago?
The bones of the evil god were sealed and buried by Yang Jian himself.
Deep in this valley.
Evil energy lingers in front of them, and the retreat behind them has already been blocked by countless death auras.
Layers.
If a living person comes here, he will never be able to get out.
"Aren't you afraid?"
"Turn around and look at me?"
"He didn't seem scared at all."
"Are you scared?"
"I can't help it anymore, let's do it, I haven't eaten a living person for a long time!"
…
That's when.
A few shrill laughs sounded from all around.
Yang Jian looked around.
At some point, countless resentful souls and dead souls filled the surrounding area.
Watching Yang Jian and Roaring Sky Dog burst into gloomy laughter, and...
"Woooooooo..."
It was like a cry coming from the underworld, from the depths of hell.
"ah!"
Screams sounded.
That is the cry of a person before death.
"Pretend to be a ghost."
Yang Jian remained expressionless.
After several roars, several ferocious-looking resentful undead souls came forward. They were ugly in appearance, as if they had long since lost their human form after hundreds of years of torture. They were lying on all fours with their hair disheveled.
His body was covered in blood and tattered.
It looks like...
They were revolving around Yang Jian, and there were so many of them.
"roll!"
Yang Jian whispered.
The next second, Yang Jian waved his big hand, and his divine power burst out.
"ah!"
There were countless screams, but more people were wiped out before the screams could be heard.
At this moment, the entire Death Mountain was completely gone.
A golden light rose into the sky and spread in all directions.
In Xingyue Town, a female practitioner in white looked at the seriously injured juniors and sisters in front of her.
But suddenly he felt something in his heart and looked up in the direction of the Mountain of the Dead.
Golden light pillars soared into the sky.
Domineering, majestic, holy, with a stern will.
That female cultivator’s face.
If Yang Jian is here, I'm afraid...
