If you don’t lift the mountain, you will back the mountain.
Under the pure sunshine tree.
After two sticks of incense treatment, Song Yuan's injuries have been greatly improved.
It only takes ten days and a half of rest to fully recover.
At this time, Song Yuan was being helped by Song Han and sitting on the grass.
The two of them never expected that there would be a Pure Yang Pure Tree growing in this small Great Weapon Sect!
You must know that Chunyang Jingshu is one of the top ten sacred trees in Tianxuan Continent, especially it has healing properties. Unless its lifespan has really reached its end, whether it is injured or poisoned, the unique wood attribute energy inside Chunyang Jingshu can heal everything. .
Even their Yutian Palace has never had such an opportunity.
Until now, Song Yuan felt like he was dreaming.
His heart pulse has been severed. According to common sense, he would have been dead long ago and there is no way he could survive.
Chunyang Jingshu gave him new life.
"What do you two think about it?"
Yi Huang stood with his hands behind his hands and glanced around the two of them.
"For me to betray the sect and deceive my master and destroy my ancestors, I can't do it!"
Song and Yuan flatly refused.
"I can't do it either!"
Song Hanhan snorted.
"There is no need to risk your own life just to save face."
Yihuang's eyelids narrowed slightly.
These two old guys are both hard-nosed, and they are the kind that don't tolerate oil and salt.
"Yi Huang, it's up to you whether you want to kill or behead me. Song will have no objection!"
Song Yuan slowly closed his eyes.
After he woke up, he realized that his soul was cursed.
Unless Colorful Elk can undo this special monster curse himself, the curse will stay with him for the rest of his life.
Moreover, with this curse, Yi Huang can kill himself at any time!
Let him betray the sect, he can't do it!
He couldn't face the dead old palace master!
"Giggle..."
Yi Huang laughed angrily at their attitude.
They are all stubborn.
After all, they were two martial kings, a rarity, and Yi Huang didn't want to give up like that.
"I can give you three days to consider..."
Before Yi Huang could finish speaking, Song Yuan raised his hand to interrupt: "Yi Huang, I still say the same thing. Neither I nor my junior brother will leave the Yutian Shrine. We will kill or behead you as you please."
"Okay, okay...since you want to die so much, then I will make it happen for you!"
The smile on Yan Huang's face gradually disappeared.
He was never indecisive!
Since the enemy cannot be used for himself, then he will never let the tiger go back to the mountain.
All that awaits them is death.
Yi Huang clenched a fist with one hand, and his terrifying energy detonated the airflow.
Song Yuan and Song Han closed their eyes one after another.
They are waiting for death to come.
"Master!"
At this critical moment, a familiar voice came from the distance.
More than a dozen elders from the Great Instrument Sect were opening the way in front, while Yang Tong was running quickly behind.
There was a man in her arms.
"Tong'er!"
"Tong'er, you're still alive!"
Song and Yuan's ears twitched slightly, and then they immediately opened their eyes.
When they saw Yang Tong, smiles suddenly appeared on their stiff faces.
Yang Tong is still alive!
After Yi Huang saw Yang Tong, the corners of his mouth rose a little.
Song Yuan and Song Han loved Yang Tong very much, and they could use Yang Tong as a bargaining chip to threaten them.
There were some slight changes to the plan in Yi Huang's mind.
As long as Song Yuan and Song Han temporarily join the Great Artifact Sect, and when the Great Artifact Sect gathers the third Martial Queen, Yi Huang can naturally get the rewards from the system. By then, whether the two of them go or stay, Yi Huang You can totally respect what they mean.
After a while, Yang Tong came to the Chunyangjing tree.
"Yaskawa?"
When Yi Huang saw that the person Yang Tong was holding was An Chuan, his expression immediately changed.
He was covered in blood, his face was pale, and he looked like he was about to die.
Especially his abdomen was shrouded in a black aura.
This is clearly a sign of poisoning.
"Give him to me! Quick!"
Yi Huang hurriedly picked up Anchuan and personally carried him into the tree hole of Chunyang Jingshu.
"Wait for me!"
Yang Tong didn't bother to say hello to his master and uncle, and quickly followed him.
Wow!
Yihuang gently placed Anchuan inside the tree hole. As dots of green light enveloped him, many light spots appeared on Anchuan's body.
Gradually, his chest began to rise and fall.
"call…"
Seeing that his injuries were gradually improving, Yi Huang breathed a sigh of relief.
This is his fellow countryman, and the future King of Martial Arts. He must not die like this.
"Senior Demon King, how is Brother Anchuan..."
Yang Tong asked eagerly as he didn't understand the mystery of Chunyang Jingshu.
"I can't die for the time being."
Yi Huang's face was expressionless, and then he looked into Yang Tong's eyes: "Why was he poisoned? And... where is Yu Zhan?"
"Fight him..."
"Forget it, go down and talk!"
Yi Huang carried Yang Tong and came to Song Yuan and Song Han.
"Master!"
"Uncle Master!"
Yang Tong looked at the two kind and kind old people in front of him and rushed towards them, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.
I shed more tears today than I have shed in the past seventeen years.
She felt that she had experienced separation and despair several times...
"Tong'er, it's okay, master is fine..."
"Girl, why are you crying..."
Song Yuan smiled and comforted her.
In their eyes, Yang Tong is their child, closer than a close relative.
"Okay, let's stop chatting at this time. Let me ask you, how did Anchuan get poisoned, and... where is Yu Zhan?"
Yi Huang broke the warm scene.
"Brother Yasukawa was poisoned by Yu Zhan in a sneak attack to save me... As for Yu Zhan, he is dead."
After telling Yu Zhan's death, Yang Tong only had anger in his eyes.
"Not bad…"
After learning that Yu Zhan was dead, Yi Huang nodded with satisfaction.
In the competition among the younger generation for hegemony, his Great Weapon Sect is even better than Yutian Palace!
What a joke, after all, he is a time traveler, and he has the help of a magical old man, how could he lose?
"Tong'er, Yu...Yu Zhan is dead?"
Unlike Yan Huang, Song Yuan's pupils shrank suddenly when he heard that Yu Zhan had died, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Master, it's true. Brother Anchuan killed him and his body was destroyed."
Yang Tong answered truthfully.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Tong said: "Master, it's not Brother Anchuan's fault. It's Yu Zhan who has been aggressive. He even wanted to kill me. If Brother Anchuan hadn't come to the rescue, you two would never see Tong'er again in the future." Already…”
Plop!
Yang Tong knelt on the ground and choked up.
Yi Huang looked at the scene in front of him with interest.
She was begging for mercy from Anchuan.
They wanted Song Yuan and Song Han to think that Yu Zhan's death was simply their own fault.
In this way, Yang Tong is indirectly standing in his own camp.
"Tong'er, how can I blame you as a teacher? Besides, I know Anchuan's character well..."
Song Yuan took a little distance and lifted Yang Tong up.
Yu Zhan's death, apart from being shocked, Song Yuan's heart actually had no emotional ups and downs at all.
Because Yu Zhan's previous behavior had broken his heart.
In order to escape, he would even let himself explode.
Such a selfish person is extremely rare in Yutian Palace.
"Tong'er, Anchuan killed Yu Zhan, which is equivalent to declaring war on my Yutian Shrine!"
"If I don't die in battle today, how will I explain to the old palace master under Jiuquan after I die? Yu Zhan is his grandson!"
Song Han's face immediately darkened.
Although Yu Zhan is not a very good person and is annoying to everyone, he is the young palace master of Yutian Palace after all.
The young palace master of his family is dead, can he still talk to Yi Huang in front of him as if nothing has happened?
Never!
Boom!
The aura on Song Han's body reached its peak, and his meridians continued to surge.
"Old guy, he's not worth what you do!"
Yi Huang saw through his actions at a glance.
He was planning to blow himself up.
Song Han roared: "As long as I blow myself up on the spot, everything within a radius of five kilometers, including this Pure Yang Pure Tree, will be razed to the ground!"
"Hahaha, do you think I will care?"
The corners of Yi Huang's mouth rose a little.
With Yi Huang's body defense, he could withstand the self-destruction of experts at the same level.
But in the middle stage of the Martial King Realm like the Song and Yuan Dynasties, Yi Huang had to stay away.
"Then let's give it a try!"
Song Han gritted his teeth, his face turned red, and blood oozed from his nose.
Just when the arrows and crossbows were drawn, Yang Tong immediately rushed in front of Song Han: "Uncle Master, in order to survive in the main hall, Yu Zhan once threatened my master, asking him to blow himself up and die together with the senior demon king. He escaped from the Great Instrument Sect in this chaos!"
"What!"
Hearing this, Song Han stared.
He suddenly looked at Song Yuan beside him.
Song Yuan didn't speak, just nodded.
Uh-huh!
Song Han understood what his senior brother meant, and the aura on his body immediately receded.
The meridians and spiritual energy returned to their original forms.
He wiped away the nosebleed, became furious, and yelled angrily:
"A good death! A good death!"
"You are so young and have such a vicious heart!"
"Damn it!"
Song Han's change of attitude made Yi Huang's eyelids twitch.
Just now, I wanted to live and die, but now I want to peel off the opponent's skin, and I can fall out faster than turning over a book...
boom!
Suddenly, there was a roar in everyone's ears.
Following the sound, a dazzling golden light appeared on the top of the mountain, shining directly into the sky.
"The Qiyu Palace collapsed..."
Yi Huang saw the broken walls and tiles under the golden light.
"Could it be that there are rare treasures buried underneath?"
Yi Huang murmured, this is a vision from heaven!
"Oops!"
Song Yuan seemed to have remembered something terrible, with a look of horror on his face.
