That night.
Zhao Tianqu has left.
Yang Gang stood alone in the small courtyard, trying to figure out the changes in the Snow Mountain Demon God's bone-casting skill.
He recalled the first form of the bone-making skill, Demon Fu Glacier, with his arms lying on the ground, his left leg in front, his right leg behind him, and his neck stretched to the extreme, as if an ancient demon god was dormant on the earth, ready to strike back at the sky at any time.
After performing this pose, Yang Gang felt as if the strength all over his body had condensed into a rope, his muscles and bones rattled, and he felt a numbing pain.
Not to mention the power of the moves, the improvement to the muscles and bones is indeed very significant.
"The Daxue Mountain Demon God's bone-casting skill has really high intentions."
"But to say that the Satin Bone Kung Fu is the best in the North besides the Titan Clan would be a bit bland."
Yang Gang was thinking about this, when suddenly a red light flashed in his mind.
He was so blessed that he immediately visualized the picture of the sun burning the sky and observing the gods.
A great sun rises in the sky, its orange-red light shines on the entire sea of consciousness. Dots of firelight float in the sky, and in the blink of an eye they converge into a giant sun that covers the sky.
In the small courtyard.
Yang Gang suddenly looked up at the sky.
His eyes were fixed on the bright moon in the sky, as if he was seeing the sun covering the sky in the sea of consciousness.
In the dark, Yang Gang seemed to feel a strong threat coming from nine days away.
'Dong dong~~'
The blood in the blood vessels was stimulated by this and suddenly rushed rapidly, the heart beat like a drum, and the sound was clearly audible. Under this inexplicable stimulation, the Daxue Mountain Demon God's bone-casting skill actually started to work like crazy.
The blink of an eye caused his blood to surge through his body.
"Ouch~~" Yang Gang suddenly opened his mouth.
A long whistle came from the silent night sky, startling a crowd of nightingales.
"What happened?"
There was a burst of movement.
Zhao Tianqu was the first to appear in the small courtyard. When he saw Yang Gang's practicing posture and the energy and blood rushing under his skin, muscles and bones, his expression changed slightly, and he stopped the guards who were coming.
"It's okay, you all can go down."
He quietly looked at Yang Gang who was deep in cultivation, as if he were looking at a piece of precious jade.
"He is a genius. When he becomes a soul in the future, he may really have a chance to challenge Song Youque at his peak."
No one would have thought that when Yang Gang was practicing, he visualized the image of the sun burning the sky, which unexpectedly stimulated the Demon God of the Snowy Mountains to cast bones, accelerating energy, blood, and bones.
He felt as if he had touched a hint of the true meaning behind the Demonic Bone-Forming Skill.
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the next day.
Zhao Tianqu found a large amount of spiritual food and precious medicines, and continuously gave Yang Gang's weak body nourishing medicinal baths. He seemed to have a premonition of something, and he was trying to build a foundation for Yang Gang.
That affectionate attitude made Zhao Tianqu's sons a little jealous.
Three days later.
"kill!"
"Destroy this city and take away the beauties and wealth!"
"My sons, here's your chance to make a difference! Come with me and charge!"
There was a sea of people outside Linbei City, and the sound of roars and slashings reached into the sky. The giant-like figures were killing each other crazily, and the well-trained soldiers of Linbei City were hardly an enemy.
The army was defeated like a mountain.
Zhao Tianqu looked at the scene in front of him and firmly held the spear in his hand.
"Song Youque, how did you do it? In just a few decades, the foundation of the giant god clan has grown so much!"
"Linbei City is in danger..."
"Fortunately, I have already made arrangements. I hope that this big gift will be delivered to you as promised in the future." Thinking of this, Zhao Tianqu couldn't help but smile.
Even though he had been buried underground for decades or hundreds of years at that time, Zhao Tianqu could not suppress the joy in his heart as long as he thought of that scene.
"Hahahaha~~"
"Zhao Tianqu, take your life!"
A figure more than three meters tall crossed the city wall, brandished a long knife wider than the door leaf, and charged towards Zhao Tianqu.
"Okay, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
The spear danced in the air, like a silver snake piercing the air, and a decisive aura surged from Zhao Tianqu's body. With a "boom", he suppressed the powerful general of the Titan clan regardless of the huge force he endured.
At this time, Yang Gang was no longer on the city wall, and the few soldiers around Zhao Tianqu were also missing.
The main palace of Linbei City.
The outside world has turned into chaos, but the city lord's palace is very quiet.
A group of people were sitting or standing in the hall, and Yang Gang was among them. Beside him were Zhao Tianqu's bodyguard Xiao Wu, Mrs. Zhao and several children.
At this time, everyone was silently looking at the middle-aged man in red clothing, the lord of Linbei City - Lin Wangbei.
"Remember, after leaving the city, go south all the way without any stop. The Northland is already ruled by the giant god clan, and no one can challenge them. Don't think about revenge, at least until Song Youque's life is over."
Lin Wangbei said in a deep voice: "You guys are the last seeds of Linbei City. You must not lose anything."
"Dad." A young man with a resolute face stood up: "If you don't leave, Shao'er will never leave."
Everyone's eyes turned to him, Lin Wangbei's third son, Lin Shao.
Yang Gang also looked at the young man, wondering whether this might be the future Northland Gun Demon.
"Swear to the death to live or die with Linbei City!"
"Swear to the death to live and die with Linbei City!" A burst of passionate shouts.
Yang Gang watched coldly.
Those who were unwilling to leave were the people around Lin Wangbei, while the remaining people were the nobles, wealthy businessmen and their descendants in the city, shouting hypocritically, but with disdain and anxiety in their eyes.
In all aspects of life, not everyone is willing to live and die with a dead city that is destined to be destroyed. Rich people can live well in another place.
"Okay, don't say any more."
Lin Wangbei's face darkened, "Take the third young master down."
He sighed, turned to the old man beside him and said, "It's all my uncle's fault."
"Um."
The old man nodded silently. Both of them knew that anyone in Linbei City could leave, only Lin Wangbei... Song Youque would never let him go in the Giant God City.
The old man stood up.
A breath of Yuan Shen Grandmaster Ruyuan instantly silenced the hall.
"Everyone, follow me and leave through the east tunnel of the city."
Yang Gang followed the old man with everyone in the Zhao family, and was escorted by the only Yuanshen Grandmaster in Linbei City. This was a matter that had been discussed long ago. But Yang Gang didn't understand why the descendants of wealthy businessmen and nobles were added to the original team of dozens of people.
If there are hundreds of people, doesn't it increase the target?
After a while.
Yang Gang suddenly turned around.
I saw an extremely strong momentum rising in the city lord's palace, and at the same time, a streak of horses suddenly flashed across the sky. Falling from the sky like the sunset over a long river, it headed straight for the city lord's palace.
"Bang!"
A loud noise that shook the world.
The gravel on the street shook, as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling. My ears were ringing and I was almost deaf.
Yang Gang's eyes were shocked.
This was the first time he saw a strong man fighting in the Yuanshen realm.
The ability to destroy cities and shake mountains made him deeply feel his own insignificance.
"Go quickly."
The old man in front gave a low shout and walked a little faster.
"Let's go. If there is a fight after leaving the city, remember to stay with the Fourth Master." Xiao Wu pulled Yang Gang's arm and looked toward the city head with tears in his eyes.
"Um."
Yang Gang followed silently.
I thought of what Zhao Tianqu said on the last night: "Ling'er, there is no one with outstanding talent among my descendants, and the soul is destined to be hopeless in the future. But you are different..."
"After escaping from Linbei City, I hope you will take good care of them. If you like any of my daughters, it won't matter if you marry them all. This is a little bit of selfishness on my part."
"One thing you have to keep in mind is that although your current Burning Heaven Sword is in its embryonic form, it is still very immature. If you want to challenge the Heavenly Sword, you will need at least decades or even hundreds of years of training. Remember not to be arrogant and complacent and easily enter the North to find the sword again. Revenge of the Heavenly Sword.”
Yang Gang looked at the crowd.
It passed over everyone in the Zhao family and landed on the city lord's palace and even the descendants of those wealthy merchants.
"Is the rise of the Northland Gun Demon finally about to begin?"
After experiencing a series of events, Yang Gang became more and more curious, how did the Northland Spear Demon reach the top, fight the Yuanshen with Zhen Gang, and kill Song Youque, the Heavenly Sword who was nearly invincible among the Yuanshen masters and had not been defeated in three hundred years?
