Chapter 388: Ziyun Sword!
As the blazing flames dyed the sky red and the billowing smoke covered the sky, many supervisors fled here after the miners' riot.
But not long after, Yang Ye saw a familiar figure among the bodies of the supervisors. It was a middle-aged man, who was now beaten to a bloody mess.
But Yang Ye still vaguely remembered the clothes on his body. It was the middle-aged man who gave him a big pie.
But he didn't even know the man's name.
Repay...
Yang Ye lowered his head and silently looked at the bloody corpse in front of him, with billowing smoke pouring out behind him.
"What is this?"
Suddenly, Yang Ye seemed to have discovered something, so he slowly bent down and took out a letter from the man's arms.
"Yongning County, Qianyang City, the winery deed is mortgaged, and I redeem the deed with my body. The contract is for life."
Yang Ye quietly put the contract away, and saw Xiao He suddenly came to his side, "Yang Ye, what are you waiting for? If you delay, something will happen. It will be too late if you don't run now!"
Yang Ye looked at the miners who were scattered, "It's too late..."
As Yang Ye finished speaking, a gust of wind whistled down from the sky, instantly tearing through the billowing smoke, directly lifting a handful of trees and rubble on the ground, turning into a rolling storm, and rolling everyone back!
Boom! !
"A group of slaves, huh!"
As a sinister sneer echoed in the sky, an old man was seen standing in the air with his hands behind his back.
Everyone present knew this old man. He was the old man who tricked them here.
But now, his face no longer had that peaceful attitude, replaced by a face full of sternness and disdain.
Seeing this, Xiao He's pupils shrank, "It's over..."
Yang Ye slowly closed his eyes. It seemed that this riot had failed.
His legs were slowly shaking. This kind of despair and fear when facing a monk was the instinctive reaction of all mortals.
Yang Ye gradually clenched his fists, and then slowly loosened them, "Without power, I can't do anything, I can't change anything. In the final analysis, I, a useless person, can only accept it."
Xiao He didn't pay attention to what Yang Ye said. At this time, he turned his head and said, "Yang Ye, do you want to gamble once?"
Gamble?
Yang Ye opened his eyes, he was a little puzzled, how to gamble?
In front of a monk, mortals have no power to fight back, this is beyond doubt.
Yang Ye was silent, and Xiao He seemed to understand what he meant, "Have you given up?"
"To be honest, any mortal who sees an immortal will instinctively feel fear, terror, anxiety, and restlessness. This is what my father told me."
"But fear is just instinct, and courage is your own choice."
Courage...
Yang Ye's pupils trembled, "Even if it is failure?"
Xiao He shook his head, "I don't know if courage can bring hope, but if there is no courage, then no matter how you go, you will definitely face despair."
Yang Ye took a deep breath, "How to bet?"
Xiao He looked at both sides of Fengxi Mountain, "Do you remember what I told you, when going up the mountain, the immortal flew up, but in fact there are trails on both sides of Fengxi Mountain. Although I only saw it in the sky at the beginning, the terrain there is concave downwards, which is exactly the blind spot for his attack."
"But it has been too long, and I can't be sure whether the two trails exist, so do you want to bet once?"
Yang Ye nodded, and the two reached a tacit understanding at this moment, and then instantly separated and rushed to both sides!
The old man in the sky narrowed his eyes when he saw this, "Two mice, haha, playing some tricks..."
"My fellow Taoist, this seems to be the territory of my Taixu Immortal Sect, right?"
What!
As a low voice came from behind, the old man's pupils suddenly shrank, and then he turned his head abruptly!
The person who came was a young man in a white robe with purple patterns. He carried a sword on his back, with extraordinary bearing. His true energy had reached the pinnacle, but he had not touched the level of Yuanshen.
He must be a cultivator in the Jindan stage!
Trouble.
The old man's eyes narrowed, and his face gradually became a little solemn, "I am just a casual cultivator, and I happened to pass by here. May I ask who is your master and what is your Taoist name?"
Zixu Sanren slowly stretched out his finger when he heard the words, and saw a purple-green long sword instantly broke through the air behind him!
"Taixu Immortal Sect, Jingxu Zhenren, is my master."
Taixu Immortal Sect? !
Jingxu Zhenren? !
The old man's pupils shrank, as if he was a little bit unbelievable, "You are, Ziyun Sword, Zixu Sanren?!"
As the old man finished speaking, the Ziyun Sword behind Zixu Sanren instantly crossed the old man's neck.
At the same time, two golden locks attacked, instantly locking his hands and feet, sealing his true energy!
The old man's eyes trembled when he saw this, "Wait, wait, this is a misunderstanding, fellow Taoist, this is a misunderstanding, I really just happened to pass by here!"
Zixu Sanren's face remained unchanged, "The knight violated the ban with martial arts, and the immortal lost his morality with magic. I have been investigating this place for several days. Ximen Shangde, the late foundation building cultivation, I have been watching you for a long time."
"You are cheating in the name of my Taixu Xianmen. If you have anything else to say, follow me back to the sect and say it."
As he said, Zixu Sanren directly cast a talisman and sealed Ximen Shangde's mouth.
After doing all this, Zixu Sanren didn't even look at the miners running around. He just grabbed Ximen Shangde and jumped into the sky.
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The next day, early morning.
The mineral veins in Fengxi Mountain completely collapsed, causing the entire mountain to collapse. At the foot of Fengxi Mountain, Yang Ye and Xiao He gathered again.
The two people who escaped had mixed feelings. They just leaned against a big tree and panted to regain their strength.
After running away all night, they were all exhausted.
Yang Ye looked at the sky, "What are your plans next?"
Xiao He looked at the ground, his body and mind felt more comfortable than ever before, as if the air outside was sweet.
This is the smell of freedom.
Xiao He took a deep breath, "I'm going to become a disciple. Although I don't know if I can succeed, I want to become an immortal. What about you?"
Yang Ye thought for a while and said, "Come with you. There is someone I must find."
Xiao He smiled when he heard this, "Okay, who is that person?"
Yang Ye heard this and replied: "My uncle."
uncle?
Xiao He thought for a while, "Where is he?"
Yang Ye shook his head, "I don't know, but he should be in Mu Xianzhou, and he is not a mortal."
Xiao He stood up slowly after hearing the words, "Then let's look for him together. Since he is not a mortal, he is a monk. As long as we also become monks, we will find him one day."
"What's your uncle's name?"
Yang Ye thought for a while, "The surname should be Chen."
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