@@唳!
An eagle cry came from the sky.
Yang Xuan heard the warning and looked to the ground, where a group of demon wolves were chasing the woman.
The woman's aura shone brightly, blocking the demon wolf from killing her several times, and she fled in embarrassment through the mountains.
"The wolf cub in Ninth Brother's family doesn't know the rules. If Qingyun Temple knows that he eats people, he will definitely be kicked out of Qingyun Mountain!"
Yang Xuan whistled, and the golden eagle immediately swooped down.
The wolves sensed the aura of the great demon and ran away in all directions without caring about chasing the woman.
Yang Xuan sat cross-legged on the eagle's back and said, "Girl, there are many monsters in the mountains, you'd better leave as soon as possible."
Yang Si knew that the monk's face did not show his age, so he bowed and saluted: "My parents live in the mountains, can the immortal master allow the younger generation to come over?"
Yang Xuan asked: "Who are your parents?"
"Yang Jin, Zhao Yao!"
"..."
After a while.
The golden eagle landed in the courtyard. Yang Xuan jumped down and shouted loudly.
"Father, mother, look who's coming!"
Zhao Yao came out of the house and saw Yang Si, who was stunned for a long time, and suddenly burst into tears. When she left, she was still a young girl, but in the blink of an eye she had turned into a middle-aged woman.
"Sisi!"
"Mother."
Yang Si rushed over and hugged Zhao Yao. After so many years, the years have not left any trace on his mother's face.
The two embraced each other, unknowingly thinking that Yang Si was an elder.
At this time, Yang Jin also came out and patted his daughter on the shoulder, expressing his father's love without saying a word.
Yang Xuan smiled and touched his head. Even though he had never met his sister, he could feel the closeness in his blood.
After a while.
Zhao Yao calmed down and asked, "Sisi, what are you doing in Qingyun Mountain? Why didn't Xuan'er come with you?"
"Brother was captured by the devil! Woohoo..."
Every time Yang Si thought of his brother, who had tried every possible means to delay the devil, and now he was suffering from unknown torture, he couldn't help but cry bitterly.
"what happened?"
Yang Jin's brows stood up, Jin Dan Zhenjun was already considered a powerful person in the world of immortal cultivation.
Yang Si sobbed and said: "There is a demon coming from the north of Songxiang County. He calls himself the Red Soul Demon Lord. He abducts people from time to time to practice evil arts. He targeted the Yang family a few days ago and wants to extract the souls of my brother and me... ..."
"Red Soul Demon Lord!"
Yang Jin snorted coldly and said, "Yao'er takes good care of Sisi. I'll go meet the devil and save Xuan'er."
"Husband, be careful."
Zhao Yao said: "Since Heaven has ruled China, there have been few demons and monsters. The remaining ones have their origins. Remember to be careful when fighting!"
Yang Jin nodded slightly and turned into a ray of light and flew towards Songxiang County.
An hour later.
Three hundred miles north of Songxiang County, Chihun Mountain, a ray of light flashed across the sky.
Yang Jin stood on top of the clouds, his eyes sparkling with aura, unable to see through the restrictions of the mountain guarding formation. He eagerly used the magic weapon to save his son and hit him.
Weng!
The formation manifested out of thin air, and dark demonic energy rose into the sky.
"Jiejiejie..."
A burst of piercing strange laughter came out, and the billowing demonic energy turned into a ghostly face that covered the sky. His mouth opened and joined in a voice like thunder: "I thought the trap failed, and I never expected you to fall into the trap, but it's a pity that only one came!"
Yang Jin sensed the terrifying power, and the suppressive power was not working smoothly, and said in horror: "Who are you?"
Ghostface said: "I, Wuwu!"
Yang Jin said silently: "I have no enmity or enmity against you, so why do you keep pursuing me and plotting against me?"
If it was understandable that he coveted Zhao Yao's physique before and sent his disciples to hunt him down, decades later, the mere Golden Core cultivator actually allowed the ghosts and gods to remain anonymous and work hard to plot.
"I am just following orders."
Wuwu opened his mouth and swallowed Yang Jin, and then flew away from the Daheng Dynasty.
...
Qingyun Mountain.
Zhao Yao waited for several days and couldn't help but feel worried.
I was thinking about whether to explore Songxiang County, but I never thought that when I came to Qingyun Mountain, I would transform into an ordinary monk and come to visit.
The earth god cowered in fear, not even daring to control the escaping light, for fear of attracting the attention of the demon saint.
Zhao Yao asked her children to go back to the house and said coldly: "What are you doing here?"
"I'm going to pay my respects to the princess."
The God of Earth bowed and saluted, and said flatteringly: "I have been ordered to invite the princess to go home. How can there be such a prosperous God's Dynasty in Kyoto in these barren mountains and wild mountains!"
Zhao Yao gritted her teeth and asked, "Where is my husband?"
The Earth God said: "The prince-in-law is waiting for the princess in Kyoto."
Zhao Yao asked again: "Where is Xuan'er?"
"Yang Xuan encountered a demon and committed evil, and he has already entered reincarnation."
The Earth God said pitifully: "The demon has been killed and his soul is gone. Heaven has avenged the princess!"
Zhao Yao was stunned for a long time, and the hairpin on her head turned into several feet in length and hit the earth god's head.
The location of Qingyun Mountain is very sensitive. It used to be a low-level job but a high-ranking one, but its cultivation has reached the realm of Nascent Soul. The protective spiritual light appeared, and it was easy to block the hairpin, and he said with a smile.
"Princess, don't be angry, the Prince Consort is still alive!"
"Kill my son and you still want me to surrender?"
Zhao Yao's eyes were red, and he waved his hand and scattered dozens of thunder lights. An ancient jade Ruyi flew out of the storage bag. There was no aura shining, but he saw repeated ripples in the void.
"The official is just a messenger, the princess can do what she wants."
The land god brush disappeared, leaving only a faint voice: "After all... you still have a son and a daughter!"
When Zhao Yao heard this, she collapsed weakly on the ground with tears in her eyes.
Yang Xuan and Yang Si, who heard the crying, quickly came out to comfort them and asked about the cause of the matter.
When he heard that his brother was dead, Yang Si burst into tears.
Yang Xuan asked in a deep voice: "Where is father?"
Zhao Yao hesitated to speak. After two thousand years of growth, the Daheng Dynasty was even more powerful than the Great Religion. Telling his children would only increase their hatred, but they would not be able to take revenge.
So I made up a lie: "My father was injured in a martial arts fight and is practicing in seclusion. I want to take care of him."
Yang Xuan nodded heavily: "Go, mother, I will send my sister back to the county town."
Yang Si got married and had children, and had long been accustomed to ordinary life, so he was not suitable to stay in the mountains.
Zhao Yao was stunned and asked, "What about you?"
"I'm waiting on the mountain for my father and mother to come back."
"Your father was seriously injured and it may take many years to recover..."
"Then I'll wait too."
Yang Xuan held back his tears and said, "I have many brothers on the mountain. I am not afraid of being taken care of by no one. With my strength, I am not afraid of being bullied!"
"Xuan'er, take care."
Zhao Yao gave up her intention of sending Yang Xuan down the mountain. Qingyun Mountain was protected by the Demon Saint, and the Daheng Dynasty did not dare to cross the border.
"Sisi, I'll take you down the mountain!"
After saying that, it turned into a escaping light, swept Yang Si up into the sky, and disappeared into the sky without any pause.
In the courtyard.
Yang Xuan stared blankly for a long time. A few days ago, he had been enjoying the whole family, but suddenly he was alone.
Woof woof woof!
The black dog sensed its owner's sadness and circled around a few times, recalling Yang Xuan's thoughts.
"I still have you two!"
Yang Xuan picked up the black dog and jumped onto the back of the golden eagle.
"I'm going to my eldest brother's house. I haven't drank monkey wine for a while. A drink will solve all my worries!"
Since then.
Yang Xuan lived in Qingyun Mountain, waiting for his parents to come back. Five years passed between spring and autumn.
This day.
Monkey Mountain Arena.
Another year of wrestling competition.
Yang Xuan stood on the ring, arms folded, looking at the demons with a smile.
"I want to hit ten!"
The demons were like eggplants beaten by frost, their heads drooped, and they were too timid to go on stage.
.
"These little brats are getting worse every year!"
The three-headed tiger cursed and said: "You kid, come down quickly. From now on, you will sit on a chair and watch, and you are not allowed to participate. If we continue to attack like this, I am afraid that all the demon clan in Qingyun Mountain will become weaklings!"
The demons blushed when they heard the scolding, but they did not want to go on stage and be tortured.
Yang Xuan pretended to be reserved and said, "That's not good. One of the juniors has no cultivation, and the other is that he is still young."
"You will be number one this year!"
Sun Dali said helplessly: "I have saved all the treasures that I have saved for hundreds of years, and you are almost going to drain them all."
"okay."
Yang Xuan jumped down and landed on a chair on the edge, looking at the many demon kings on the left.
"The boy has now reached the twenty-fourth position. Brothers, please take good care of me in the future. Don't be reluctant to part with the spirit fruit and spirit wine, and let people say you are stingy!"
The Elephant Demon King smiled and said, "You guys are so thick-skinned."
Sun Dali was about to make a joke when he suddenly looked solemn, stood up and bowed towards the east to salute.
"Welcome, ancestor!"
Upon hearing this, the demon kings stood up quickly, and the demons around the arena knelt down: "Welcome to the Great Sage!"
Yang Xuan immediately knew who the visitor was, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and he bowed and saluted.
"No need to be polite."
He arrived before anyone else arrived, and then he saw a four-foot-tall Taoist priest with a hairy face and a thunderous mouth appear on the ring. He said with a smile: "I passed Qingyun Mountain and came to take a look. Is this a wrestling competition today?"
Sun Dali bowed and said, "Exactly."
The demon clan competition in Qingyun Mountain has been held for hundreds of years. It has long been spread among the demon clan, and many demon clans from outside have also come here because of its reputation.
Sun Dali treats everyone equally, and the winner can take away the classics, which makes this association even more famous.
"Pindao just happens to be watching."
Sun Changsheng smiled and said: "We are destined to meet each other. The winner can seek advice from me. There are all kinds of skills, magical powers, magic weapons and spiritual objects!"
Ho ho ho——
The group of demons raised their heads to the sky and roared in excitement, and the more than twenty demon kings were envious. Several of them had participated in wrestling, but unfortunately they were not destined to meet the demon saint.
Sun Dali waved his hand to stop the cheering, and said quietly: "Ancestor, you are late, the competition is over."
Sun Changsheng looked at the sky, not even noon had arrived.
"Why so fast?"
Sun Dali pointed at Yang Xuan and said: "After Yang Xiaoyou came on stage, all the demon tribes surrendered and became the number one."
"Human!"
Sun Changsheng made a sound in surprise, and his eyes swept over him.
"You are only twenty-one years old, but you have no spiritual roots and no cultivation. How can you be so strong?"
"Go back to the Great Sage."
Yang Xuan was patiently excited and said: "This junior is born with strength, and for some unknown reason, he participated in the competition six years ago and won the first place."
"Fifteen!"
Sun Changsheng's figure flashed and landed next to Yang Xuan, spinning around a few times.
"Interesting! Interesting! I can't figure out your origins and whereabouts, but there is no karma on your head. I guess it's not the reincarnation of the devil. What a pity!"
Yang Xuan had a sad look on his face. He often came to Monkey Mountain just to meet Sun Changsheng.
Born with supreme divine power, it must be something other than ordinary people. Maybe we can use Sun Changsheng’s magical power to trace his origins and gain the power to find his father and mother!
Sun Changsheng had long forgotten about the competition in the ring. He scratched his head and head excitedly and said, "Push Pindao as hard as you can and see where the limit is. Maybe you can find a foundation!"
"Thank you, great sage."
Yang Xuan was shocked, knowing that he was planning something, he bowed and saluted Sun Changsheng.
The violent force surged out, and an ordinary big demon could easily be thrown several hundred feet away, but when it landed on Sun Changsheng, it was thrown into the sea without even shaking his thin Taoist robe.
"Not bad."
Sun Changsheng said: "But it's not very mysterious. I heard that there is dragon's blood grass, which is dripping with the blood of a true dragon. After taking it, you will develop dragon power, which is not much worse than you!"
Yang Xuanjie
Even though I tried my best, I still couldn't push it even a little bit. The four-foot height was like a sacred mountain.
"Great Sage, please put some pressure on this junior!"
Sun Changsheng nodded slightly, but did not make any move. Endless pressure fell on Yang Xuan.
"Roar!"
Yang Xuan's voice was low, like drums and thunder, mysterious textures appeared on his forehead, his body suddenly grew to two feet tall, his muscles were coiled, and his strength increased more than ten times.
Sun Changsheng said: "It's somewhat interesting, but it's still worse than the cubs of real dragons and unicorns!"
"A real dragon!"
"Kirin!"
"Brother Xuan's power is so terrifying!"
The group of monsters were shocked and talked about it. They all had some alien blood in their bodies. However, compared with the true dragon Qilin, the difference between the abilities of the ancestors was as big as cloud mud.
"Come again."
After Yang Xuan's words fell, immeasurable pressure hit him, his bones and muscles creaked, and bright red blood oozed from his pores.
Roar!
After a roar, Zhang Er's body swelled again, and his whole body was covered with strange textures.
Yang Xuan lowered his head and looked down, his eyes as red as blood. He grabbed Sun Changsheng with two palms on the paper table and pulled him up like a carrot.
"Interesting and interesting, with such power, you are invincible among your peers!"
Sun Changsheng glanced at the texture and instantly noted it. Compared with the vast immortal books in his mind, there was no similarity.
The Immortal Way originates from the laws of heaven and earth's movement. All formations and prohibitions have the same similarities. These textures and shapes are very different, and they must not be in the category of the Immortal Way.
"But it looks familiar..."
Sun Changsheng thought for a long time, and finally discovered from the memory fragments that the texture was somewhat similar to the ghosts and gods sacrificed by the master.
The ghosts and gods were originally wooden statues. After being refined by the master's supreme magic power, they looked like living creatures. Subtle textures appeared on the surface of ghosts and gods, which were different from those on Yang Xuan's body, but the patterns were similar.
"alright."
Sun Changsheng followed his words, and Yang Xuan, who had lost control of his sanity, suddenly returned to normal.
His body size shrank rapidly and he regained his handsome youth.
Yang Xuan bowed and said, "Thank you, Great Sage."
Sun Changsheng said: "You have a good talent, and you are willing to practice as a poor man."
"Greetings to Master!"
Yang Xuan was so surprised that he saw in front of him the only human immortal in Dongsheng Divine Continent, who was even more powerful than the True God of Heaven.
After becoming a disciple, no matter what enemies your parents provoke, they can be easily dealt with.
"It's not that I worship Pindao as my teacher."
Sun Changsheng shook his head and said: "I have learned how to cultivate immortality and refining Qi. If you don't have spiritual roots, you will never achieve great achievements, so I can't teach you!"
Yang Xuan did not show any disappointment, but said: "The people recommended by the Great Sage must have earth-shattering cultivation. It is also a dream for the younger generation to follow him in cultivation."
Sun Changsheng nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile.
"That is a poor Taoist master. His magic power is earth-shattering. The entire Dongsheng Divine Continent is nothing! I am a poor Taoist who will accept disciples and teach you how to practice the Qi and Blood Acupoints. Are you willing to become a master?"
at the same time.
Zhou Yi, who was thousands of miles away, was diligently doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, when he suddenly sneezed.
"Hiss! Nascent Soul Daojun is all infected with wind and cold? It must be caused by karma. I need to do good deeds quickly and live a clean life as soon as possible!"
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