At this moment, Sangmen Xingjun’s face looked ashen.
The moment Yang Ning took the sword, he felt a very powerful breath of dead souls from the bronze dagger.
How powerful is it?
It's on the same level as myself.
In other words, among the dead souls under that bronze dagger, there were beings of the same level as himself.
Not only that, but what made Sangmen Xingjun's back shiver even more was the time he felt the aura of the dead soul!
Not the minute before, nor the minute after, but the moment Yang Ning took the sword, he felt it.
He is a mourning door god, with countless ghosts around him, and his spiritual awareness of soul aura is very keen.
But this kind of sensitivity actually failed when encountering the bronze dagger!
Sangmen Xingjun immediately realized that the bronze dagger was keeping pace with the boy in white!
The boy in white restrained his aura, and the bronze sword followed suit.
The young man in white went up the mountain with his sword, and the bronze sword emitted an aura that threatened him!
Good guy, what a loyal and adaptable sword!
Looking at Yang Ning walking up the mountain step by step, the frightened Sangmen Xingjun even forgot that Yang Ning had told him his name just now. He said tremblingly: "Come on, everyone who comes will be named!"
From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, Yang Ning walked a long way in one step.
Listening to the cowardly voice of Sangmen Xingjun, he said again: "Yang Ning."
After saying that, he thought for a moment and then asked: "Do you want your birth date?"
Sangmen Xingjun: "..."
Sangmen Xingjun felt like he had heard this name somewhere before?
He subconsciously said: "Impossible, impossible, you can't be that Yang Ning..."
"Does your name have the same name as someone else?"
Snapped!
A pair of black and white figures appeared from beside Mr. Sangmen Xingjun. Bai Wuchang made random gestures at him, and Hei Wuchang said anxiously: "Master Sangmen!"
"Run! It's not the same name!"
"That's Yang, that's that person!"
Sangmen Xingjun suddenly raised his head when he heard this, and when he looked at Yang Ning again, he was like a gleam on his back, and his face was covered in cold sweat!
In this short moment, Yang Ning took a few steps and reached the mountainside.
It is only a hundred meters away from Sangmen Xingjun.
He looked at Sangmen Xingjun and asked curiously: "Why don't you call me by my name?"
Sangmen Xingjun: "..."
Yang Ning: "You call me, I haven't come to you yet."
"..."
Yang Ning became a little impatient, "Are you going to bark or not?"
Sangmen Xingjun opened his mouth, his upper and lower teeth were chattering, he bit his tongue several times, and he was stunned that he couldn't pronounce a single word.
Yang Ning looked at the distance between the two and seemed to understand something.
Then, Yang Ning did not continue forward, but took a step back. With this step, he retreated several hundred meters.
"Okay, Mr. Sangmen Xing, you can call me this time."
Yang Ning's light voice reached the ears of Sangmen Xingjun. The latter took a deep breath and found that he had regained control of his mouth and tongue and could really speak again.
However, this Sangmen Xingjun was trembling and did not dare to call Yang Ning's name no matter what.
At the bottom of the mountain road, Yang Ning looked at Sangmen Xingjun above the mountain road. It was obvious that he was at the bottom and Sangmen was at the top, but the momentum between the two was completely opposite.
Beside Mr. Sangmen Xingjun, Lu Yang watched all this silently, smiled with relief, and slowly closed his eyes.
Snapped!
Another red rope broke in his hand.
The mind is broken, and it dies.
Immediately, Lu Yang opened his eyes again.
All three red ropes have been broken, and now he only has his last life left.
Standing up and holding a tattered flying knife, Lu Yang turned around and walked towards the top of the mountain.
After Lu Yang left, Yang Ning looked up at the auspicious clouds above Wensheng Mountain, and casually waved the bronze sword in his hand——
The next second, the auspicious clouds dispersed.
Yang Ning smiled and said to Xingjun of the Sangmen: "Xingjun, don't think about it, you can't go back."
"Let's think about it. In what form are you going to stay in this world?"
After speaking, Yang Ning looked at the crow feather robe on Sangmen Xingjun and said, "I think this feather robe is good. It looks pretty good hanging on my wall."
Sangmen Xingjun: "..."
"I-I'm just here to get auspiciousness, no, it shouldn't be like this!"
Yang Ning asked in confusion: "Huh? Just to get an auspicious sign? Then why did you kill my general?"
Without saying a word, the Sangmen God immediately released the ghosts of Gao Chong and Yang Zaixing.
He was originally a Yin general. After the two Yin ghosts came out, they immediately regained their murderous momentum!
After experiencing the battle with the gods, the momentum of these two people even increased slightly.
This is a peerless warrior. As long as he doesn't die, he will only get stronger as he fights.
Yang Ning waved to the two of them and said: "Two generals, please continue going up the mountain. This god is a bit tricky. I need to deal with him for a while."
Sangmen Xingjun: "..."
In just a few moments, he was speechless for the first time.
Gao Chong and Yang Zaixing bowed their hands to Yang Ning and rushed up the mountain.
Yang Ning continued to ask: "I heard that Mr. Xing still wants to protect Qichuan Academy?"
Sangmen said tremblingly: "Take advantage of others and help them solve their problems!"
Yang Ning: "It doesn't matter whether the other party has done something unscrupulous?"
Sangmen: "Gods don't care about human affairs."
The more he talked, the more frightened the Sangmen God became. The cold sweat on his body had soaked the inside and outside of his crow feather robe.
Yang Ning closed her eyes and thought for a while, then said quietly: "So..."
"If I am not as capable as Xingjun today, then this academy will have dodged another disaster, right?"
Mr. Sangmen Xingjun was speechless.
Yang Ning nodded and said: "It seems that Xingjun and I, Yang Ning, are still destined. Xingjun, please call me."
Sangmen Xingjun was suddenly startled, "W-what?!"
Yang Ning said impatiently: "You immortals are still hard of hearing?"
"I said, just scream!"
"If you don't scream, won't you regret it if you lose in a while?"
While Yang Ning was still talking, Sangmen Xingjun over there had an expression of ecstasy on his face!
This time he didn't hesitate at all and shouted loudly——
"dad!!!"
Yang Ning: "..."
The voice of the immortal is like rolling thunder, echoing up and down the Wen Sheng Mountain, and can be heard for a long time.
This time, it was Yang Ning's turn to be speechless.
He was a little shocked by the shamelessness of the Sangmen Xingjun in front of him.
Yang Ning asked in disbelief: "What did you call me?"
Sangmen Xingjun said excitedly: "Dad! Did you ask me to scream?!"
Yang Ning said angrily: "Zhang Guifang!"
This time he called out the real name of Lord Sangmen Xing!
"You are a god!"
"A serious god who has been sealed by imperial decree!"
"How can you be so shameless! You-"
"Huh? Hey, hey! What's wrong with you?!"
"I'm telling you, even if you lie down, you still have to scream for me today!"
On the mountainside, Zhang Guifang, the Sangmen Star Lord, covered her heart and slowly fell to the ground.
Soon after, the ghost of the god left his body.
Yang Ning: "???"
"No, you, why did you die just because you said you were dead?"
"D-didn't I just call your name?"
"I didn't do anything!"
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