Before Yang Jing arrived at Yin Yang Mill, the Yin Yang Holy Sect held a secret meeting.
With a heritage of more than a thousand years, the senior officials of the Yin-Yang Holy Sect knew very well that Yang Jing, the tenth master of Suzaku Academy in the future, would definitely be stationed at Yin-Yang Mill.
Just like in the past, every once in a while, there will always be a disciple from the back of Suzaku Academy who occupies this place.
In the past, with the dean around, the Yin Yang Holy Sect could only retreat to avoid the sharp edges of the disciples at the back of Suzaku Academy.
Now, the dean has gone to heaven, and Florida, Beiliang, and Manzhou have all formed an alliance and launched a plan against the Central Plains.
Under this situation, the Yin Yang Holy Sect could no longer bear it and stayed away from this ancestral land.
Dugu Qingchen's sudden attack was a decisive move after careful consideration.
He did not underestimate Yang Jing. Although he acted calmly when he struck, it still contained a thunderous strike. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was his strongest strike.
The space around Yangjing has been completely separated from this world and has become extremely distorted.
Yang Jing, who was in the midst of this big cage technique, felt unspeakably awkward. He felt like he had turned into a piece of bent paper.
"Junior brother's worries seem a bit unnecessary."
Yang Jing felt a little emotional. Before he came, his junior brother Chu Xiu had asked him, what would he do if a master of the Yin-Yang Holy Cult took action directly?
"Huh?" Dugu Qingchen let out a soft sigh, his eyes fixed on Yang Jing, and he found that Yang Jing seemed to be fine at all.
This is very unreasonable.
At the foot of Yangjing, a black and white Tai Chi pattern appeared out of thin air.
The twisted space seemed to be pulled, and everything rushed towards the black and white Tai Chi pattern.
Liangyi breaks the air formation.
The space around Yang Jing gradually returned to normal, and he looked at Dugu Qingchen with a half-smile.
Dugu Qingchen's face remained as usual, and he sighed: "The mountain behind Suzaku Academy is indeed a magical place."
Yang Jing smiled and looked at Yin Yang Mo. His eyes were so hot that in Yin Yang Valley, a big shot who was famous on the world's free list had no choice but to fly over.
Meng Tiangang is the master of both fists and palms.
"Are you looking for me?" Meng Tiangang stood in front of Yang Jing and asked in surprise.
Dugu Qingchen narrowed his eyes slightly and remained silent.
Yang Jing smiled and said: "Junior brother said that you are his old friend and asked me to come here and be polite to you."
Meng Tiangang smiled and said: "What do you want to do, just tell me directly, I will try my best to cooperate."
Yang Jing nodded and said thoughtfully: "As the saying goes, it is better to demolish ten temples than to demolish a matchmaker.
Please also ask Mr. Meng to take Meng Xiaochuan, Dugu Ye, and Bai Liuli away first. "
Meng Tiangang looked at Yang Jing blankly and nodded slowly, "Okay."
"Are Gu Chensha and his wife still here?" Yang Jing asked.
Meng Tiangang said: "They have returned to Liman City."
"That's good." Yang Jing nodded and said thoughtfully, "I'll give you a stick of incense and leave the hundred-mile range of Yin and Yang. Is that enough?"
Meng Tiangang glanced at Dugu Qingchen and smiled: "If no one stops it, it will be more than enough."
Yang Jing smiled and said: "Mr. Meng is joking, I am here, who dares to stop you from leaving?"
A strange look flashed in Meng Tiangang's eyes. He felt that this tenth gentleman of Suzaku Academy was more arrogant than that boy Chu Xiu.
"At your age, you are indeed proud to be able to take one of my moves." Dugu Qingchen smiled and said, "But if you think that I only know that one move, then you are too underestimated by my Yin Yang Holy Cult."
He kept a smile on his face and his voice was already very cold.
"Am I looking down on you, or are you looking down on me?" Yang Jing sighed, "Junior brother, when you come here, you don't even dare to admit who the Yin Yang Mill belongs to.
I'm here, you dare to attack me directly.
Have you forgotten that I am the junior brother of my junior brother, and my master is the dean who makes you so afraid that you only dare to hide in rat holes? "
At the end of the sentence, Yang Jing's tone was slightly sad.
This was his true feeling. He had always thought that, facing him who was cultivating himself in the back of Zhuque Academy, people who didn't know him might think he was mysterious, or some might think he was just lucky. A disciple of the dean of Suzaku Academy, that's all.
He doesn't really care what these people think.
But people who know him should understand that before he became a disciple of Dean Feng, he was already the most talented formation master in the world, and his strength was among the best among the younger generation.
After he became a disciple, how could he stand still regardless of his attainments in formations or his own strength?
Dugu Qingchen frowned slightly, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.
Neither he nor other high-ranking figures in the Yin-Yang Sect really paid much attention to Mr. Ten.
In their consideration, they only considered whether to kill Mr. Ten, not whether they could kill him.
"It seems that you have full confidence, so I shouldn't let this be a drag." Meng Tiangang smiled boldly, turned around immediately, and quickly returned to Yin Yang Valley.
Yang Jing picked up the wine gourd and took a swig.
"There is actually no real conflict between you and the Yin-Yang Holy Cult." Dugu Qingchen suddenly said, "If you want to stay here, you can stay. There is no need to be our enemy."
"You are so quick to give up." Yang Jing teased and said with a smile, "Unfortunately, I said that I am different from the second child and the thirteenth child. Now that I am here, I have to solve all the problems at once .”
Dugu Qingchen's face turned cold.
"Don't say it's you, even Mr. Thirteen doesn't have such a tone, dare to say that I will solve the entire Yin Yang Holy Sect!" Dugu Qingchen sneered.
Yang Jing shook his head and said nothing more.
The Yang Emperor next to him was still looking down on him, so there was no need for him to say anything more.
Soon, Meng Tiangang flew up.
Beside him, there were three people imprisoned:
Meng Xiaochuan.
Dugu Ye, the son of the Yin Yang Holy Cult.
Bai Liuli, the saint of Yin Yang Sect.
"Yang Emperor." The Yin Queen of the Yin-Yang Holy Sect flew over, hanging above the Yin-Yang Valley, and glanced coldly at Mr. Ten's Yang Jing.
Yang Jing ignored the Yin Queen. He looked at Meng Xiaochuan with a smile, "Junior Brother Thirteen has something he wants me to tell you."
"What?" Meng Xiaochuan asked while struggling.
"He who knows men well is a real man." Yang Jing said with a smile.
Meng Xiaochuan frowned and asked in a low voice: "What do you mean?"
Yang Jing said leisurely: "That's what it means literally."
Meng Xiaochuan frowned, vaguely feeling that this was not a nice thing to say, but for a moment, he couldn't understand it, which made him a little depressed, as if someone was scolding him across the way, but he couldn't understand what he was scolding at all...
"Be careful." Meng Tiangang said in a deep voice.
Yang Jing nodded slightly.
Dugu Ye and Bai Liuli's faces were both ugly. They were completely restrained by Meng Tiangang. They could neither move nor speak, just like two puppets.
Both of them were anxious, but there was nothing they could do.
What made these two people most helpless was that their respective masters, Emperor Yang and Queen Yin, had seen them, but Emperor Yang and Queen Yin had no intention of rescuing them.
Meng Tiangang left.
Yang Jing shook the wine gourd in his hand. Some paint dust appeared on the surface of the wine gourd, and a cyan light was faintly visible.
The expressions of Emperor Yang, Queen Yin, and all the senior officials of the Yin-Yang Holy Cult in the Yin-Yang Valley changed when they saw this scene.
Green gourd.
A green gourd belonging to the thirteenth gentleman of Zhuque Academy.
"No wonder you are so calm and arrogant." Yang Emperor Dugu Qingchen's face was gloomy. If he had known in advance that the wine gourd in Yang Jing's hand was the green gourd, he would never have taken action rashly before.
The other members of the Yin Yang Holy Sect were as nervous as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Yang Jing whispered: "Even without this gourd, if I wanted to slaughter you, it would be as easy as slaughtering a dog."
"Ha~, you can try it." Dugu Qingchen sneered.
Yang Jing waved his right hand gently, and the green gourd left his hand and shot towards Yin Yang Valley. Then, Yang Jing suddenly took a step towards Dugu Qingchen.
Dugu Qingchen's heart skipped a beat and he immediately retreated.
Uh-huh!
Suddenly, directly in front of Yang Jing's body, invisible sword energy burst out, covering a hundred feet in front of him in an instant.
Sword formation. Kill the wolf.
"not good."
Dugu Qingchen, who retreated more than thirty feet, his expression changed completely. He discovered that the sword energy erupting from Yang Jing's body seemed to be able to pierce even space.
He kept dodging, and his speed was as fast as lightning, but he still couldn't completely avoid this sharp and invisible sword energy.
As a last resort, he pushed his hands forward suddenly, and black and white Tai Chi patterns suddenly appeared in all directions around him, blocking the incoming sword energy.
"Why cultivate one's self?" Yang Jing turned his palms with his palms facing down. He rose into the air and smiled proudly, "The way to cultivate one's self is to burn all the laws into one body."
White rays of light, like silk threads, erupted from Yang Jing's body and quickly spread in all directions.
A bright, rosy smile appeared on his face.
Everyone in the Yin Yang Sect all stared at Yang Jing fearfully, with chills in their hearts.
They really looked down upon this Tenth Master of Suzaku Academy.
"You really shouldn't have taken action just now." Yang Jing looked at Yang Emperor Dugu Qingchen, "I originally thought you would be very strong. After all, my junior brother has prepared too many methods for me to let me know your strength. Made a mistake in judgment.
Or maybe, it's because I've been staying in the back mountain and the characters I've seen are so amazing and stunning, so I imagine you are on the same level as them.
But your action made me realize that the back mountain of my Vermillion Bird Academy is, after all, the back mountain established by Master, and cannot be compared to you rats who only dare to hide in dark corners.
Junior brother's worries are too unnecessary.
I can suppress you with one hand. "
After the words fell, Yang Jing's figure suddenly soared into the air. He stretched out his right hand and lightly grasped it in the air. White mist like silk threads emerged from the tips of his five fingers, spreading to the entire Yin Yang Valley in an instant.
The Yang Emperor and the Yin Queen are both within the envelope of these thread-like white hazes.
"What is this?" Queen Yin was frightened and kept avoiding it, not daring to touch this white mist at all.
"The energy of the formation." Yang Jing said leisurely, "With the formation, the true state of transformation is to smelt all your own true energy into formations like particles."
"Zhenqi turns into a formation?" A group of masters of the Yin-Yang Holy Cult could not understand. At this moment, they only knew one thing. They must not let these thread-like white mist contaminate their bodies, otherwise extremely terrifying things would very likely happen. matter.
"With your perspective, it's difficult to understand." Yang Jing sarcastically said, "Do you understand that true energy can actually turn into liquid or even solidify into substance?
You don't understand, because your vision is too low. What you see is just the so-called inheritance, and you don't understand how to create your own unique skills.
At this point, my junior brother is much better than you. He had already figured out some things before he became his master. "
"Do you think you're going to win?" Queen Yin couldn't help but yell coldly. She waved her right hand suddenly, and a black poisonous needle hit Yang Jing directly.
at the same time.
Yang Emperor Dugu Qingchen also took action. He stretched his hands forward and pulled suddenly to both sides. The space in front suddenly became distorted and swayed.
The swinging space was like a wave, rushing toward Yang Jing's location.
"You don't know anything about the formation." Yang Jing whispered, stepping down gently with his right foot, and a bright white Tai Chi pattern like a disk pressed down from small to large in an instant.
The attacks of Emperor Yang and Queen Yin were disintegrated in an instant.
At the same time, the ever-increasing Tai Chi pattern sank to the bottom of the Yin-Yang Valley in an instant. All the powerful Yin-Yang Saints who stayed in the Yin-Yang Valley, including Emperor Yang and Queen Yin, were shuttled by the Tai Chi pattern. .
"It's not good." Dugu Qingchen silently felt himself and didn't notice the slightest abnormality, but inexplicably, he felt extremely uneasy.
Especially when he saw the dense threads emanating from Yang Jing's palm, which had enveloped the surroundings of Yin Yang Valley, as if blocking everyone's way out.
"The formation is complete, and the overall situation has been decided."
Yang Jing smiled leisurely and looked at the Yin Yang Holy Cult masters who had retreated to the bottom, "Everyone, do you have any last words?"
"Arrogant." Queen Yin glared at Yang Jing, feeling unspeakable fear in her heart.
Dugu Qingchen said in a deep voice: "Mr. Ten, do you have to be so decisive?"
Yang Jing said calmly: "Only by destroying the religion can we truly establish our authority."
The hearts of all the masters of the Yin Yang Holy Cult sank to the bottom of the valley.
"Be careful, the fish will die and the net will break." Dugu Qingchen smiled ferociously. His calmness and calmness had long since disappeared, and his expression at this moment looked extremely ferocious.
Yang Jing stared at Dugu Qingchen and suddenly said: "Actually, you still have a way to survive."
Dugu Qingchen was startled, and then his face became more and more gloomy.
Yin and yang grinding, there is indeed a way out.
The road leading to Langtian Territory!
But on this road, it is not an exaggeration to say that you will die in your lifetime.
"You still have to kill them all." Dugu Qingchen gradually calmed down, all the momentum in his body was restrained, and his eyes, like poisonous snakes, stared at Yang Jing.
"The palm of my hand is your world." Yang Jing said softly, "Junior brother once said that the master left three swords in his body, but he has only used the first two swords.
He has never used the third sword, the sword of heaven and earth.
If you want to resist, I can let you give it a try. Master will teach me the sword of heaven and earth. "
As he finished speaking, a bright white sword energy emerged from the palm of Yang Jing's right hand. When the sword energy completely rushed out of the palm of his hand, it suddenly grew in size, like a scorching sun, and hung under his palm.
"Such a strong sword intent..."
The members of the Yin Yang Holy Sect were shocked beyond words. From this sword energy, they felt the power as vast as the sky.
