Chapter 1013: Rage
Old Devil Yan's fear at this moment was as strong as the turbulent waves, and he was completely unable to control himself. The speed of the sword was completely beyond his expectation. Even with his cultivation level, he had no chance to dodge and was cut into two pieces in the blink of an eye.
A fierce scream resounded through the sky. Demon Yan was cut in half by a sword but did not die. Although his lower body fell to the ground, his upper body still flew away in the air.
"snort!"
Ye Chunyang's eyes flashed with cold light, he sneered and then pointed his sword at him. The giant sword that had just cut the demon into two pieces appeared again, circled a few times and then pointed straight at his back to kill him.
Old Devil Yan lost half of his body and was already seriously injured. His escape speed was not as fast as before. The flying sword reached behind him in a flash.
"You surnamed Ye, don't even think about killing me so easily!"
Old Demon Yan was frightened and angry, but more importantly, he was filled with unconcealed fear. Before he let out an angry shout, the rainbow light around him surged, and blood mist billowed out from half of his body, exuding a formidable aura.
Before Ye Chunyang could attack with his sword, the demon raised one hand and flipped it again. The blood mist turned into a cloud and came straight down with a strong and pungent smell of blood. It suddenly drew Ye Chunyang's flying sword into the air. within it.
This blood mist seemed to have an astonishing power of contamination and demonization. When the mist approached, it suddenly made Ye Chunyang's flying sword make a hissing sound. Not only was it unable to advance even an inch, it also had the potential to greatly reduce his spiritual power.
When Old Demon Yan saw this, he couldn't help but feel happy.
On the opposite side, Ye Chunyang clearly noticed this strange situation, but he was expressionless and did not speak much. He still kept the sword-driving technique in his hand.
Old Demon Yan's eyes flashed, and finally he showed a fierce look. He changed several magic formulas in his hand, and the blood light increased several times. After one roll, it directly submerged all Ye Chunyang's flying swords.
Suddenly, there was only a blood cloud in the air, and the majestic giant sword from before seemed to have no power to parry.
But after sacrificing this mass of blood mist, Yan Laomo's face looked even paler, as if he had paid a huge price for it.
And he seemed to have the upper hand. After a magic spell increased the restraint of the blood mist on Ye Chunyang, half of his body flew out decisively without hesitation, and after a few flashes, he fled straight to the horizon.
"Although the blood demon technique, which is the only secret technique of our sect, has the property of demonizing other magic weapons, it can temporarily block him. However, considering that this boy's cultivation level has increased greatly today, it may not be able to really stop him. I still take this opportunity to hurry up. It’s best to leave, and wait until you recover a little before seeking revenge on me today!”
As Old Demon Yan escaped, he whispered to himself with a gloomy face. The remaining upper body turned into a red rainbow, like a blood line, faint and fast, and he had already escaped to hundreds of people in less than half a breath. Ten feet away.
Such an escape technique is simply astonishing and rarely seen in the Nascent Soul stage. Seeing that this demon was far away from Ye Chunyang's attack range, his eyes showed great joy of escaping. After the magic formula changed again, the escape light surged and shot towards the sky. go.
Suddenly, Old Demon Yan's expression froze.
There were several dull explosions coming from nowhere, and he subconsciously looked back. The blood cloud that had trapped Ye Chunyang's flying sword was covered with layers of crimson fire. The entire blood cloud seemed to be encountering a natural enemy. It was burned cleanly without warning, and evaporated into smoke in the blink of an eye.
"What?"
Old Demon Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, and his face was filled with an expression of disbelief. However, before he could take any precautions, a cold sword light fell from the sky, striking down on his head.
"ah!"
A scream that was several times more horrifying than before came out. The giant sword penetrated Old Demon Yan's head from top to bottom. With a slight twist, half of his body turned into blood mist and exploded. No bones were left on the spot.
He was really crushed to death by Ye Chunyang's sword.
With a "swish" sound, a little golden figure suddenly flew out of the air. It was Laomo Yan's Nascent Soul.
After leaving the body, the Nascent Soul was about to run away with a face full of panic, but a big hand came first, fished it down from the sky, grabbed it in the palm of its hand, and recalled it to Ye Chunyang with a gentle squeeze. .
"Do not kill me!"
Old Demon Yan was horrified and screamed repeatedly.
"Don't worry, I will throw you into the cauldron and slowly refine it in the fire. I won't let you die easily. How long you can last depends on your own destiny." Ye Chunyang waved his hand with an expressionless face, and the sacred pattern The cauldron flashed out and threw Laomo Yan's Nascent Soul into it with a wave of his hand, and the purple-gold holy fire immediately surrounded it.
"You! You tortured me like this! Ye Chunyang, don't be complacent. Even if I die, you will be with me in the underworld in the near future! And your pair of monks will all go to hell to be buried with me. !”
Old Demon Yan kept howling, but from time to time he let out crazy high-pitched laughter.
"Um?"
Ye Chunyang frowned, rolled up his sleeves and dispersed the purple-gold holy fire, and stared coldly at the demon's Nascent Soul, "What did you mean by what you just said?"
As if knowing that he was doomed, Old Demon Yan smiled ferociously at Ye Chunyang and said: "What will you do even if you kill me? Not to mention that most of the immortal cultivating sects in the Taiyuan Immortal Dynasty are looking for you now. It is Wu Lao'er from Qianxu Sect who is holding your lifeline. He has spread the news widely that your two monks are in his hands and will kill them soon. Hehe... In the end, Wu Lao'er just wants to lure you away. You show up, and the day you go to Qianxumen will be your death, and I will be waiting for you in hell!"
Ye Chunyang's face darkened.
I originally thought that Wu Laodao would not act rashly before he got Luo Qingcheng's complete three souls and seven souls. Now it seems that he has underestimated the other party. It seems that the change of Luo Qingcheng's main soul some time ago is related to him.
"Where is the mountain gate of Ganxumen?" Ye Chunyang suppressed his inner anger and stared at Yan Laomo coldly and asked.
"Hahaha... I didn't expect you to be a lovelorn person. As a sect of the same demonic sect, I naturally know some secrets of Ganxumen. I did want to tell you, but now I have changed my mind. I want you to live in endless pain and regret. This taste is more uncomfortable than death." Yan Laomo laughed crazily.
"Looking for death!"
Ye Chunyang was furious, and the holy fire in the cauldron burned fiercely, directly engulfing Yan Laomo's Nascent Soul.
"Puff" sounded several times, the old demon screamed, and the Nascent Soul turned into ashes on the spot and disappeared from the world.
Staring at the fire in the cauldron slowly extinguished, Ye Chunyang's heart gradually sank to the bottom of the valley. Yan Laomo wanted him to regret for the rest of his life, and would never tell him where Ganxumen was. But he didn't expect that Wu Daoren would really attack Luo Qingcheng, and he would not let go no matter what.
"Old dog, if Luo'er is injured in the slightest, I will make you wish you were dead!"
An unprecedented rage surged in Ye Chunyang's heart. If Luo Qingcheng had any accident, he didn't know what crazy things he would do.
"The Ganxu Sect is hidden and few people in the world know about it. It seems that I have to go to Yunxiaju to visit Senior Brother Yan. I hope to get some clues from him."
Looking up at the distance, Ye Chunyang's eyes were gloomy. After a moment, he took a deep breath and flew away.
Although Yunxiaju's origin is not as long as the three major sects of Buddhism, Taoism and Demon, its foundation cannot be ignored. Moreover, Yunxiaju has a close relationship with the royal family. With the intelligence relationship of the royal family, they must have some knowledge of this.
This place is not far from Yunxiaju. After flying for two days at full speed, Ye Chunyang saw a towering mountain in front of him. On the top of the mountain, there were flowing springs and waterfalls, and spiritual birds were flying, just like a fairyland on earth.
There was a barrier on the mountain. Ye Chunyang had no intention of forcing his way in. After hiding his light of escape, he walked slowly along the stone steps in the mountain. Soon he came to an archway. There was a layer of light shield like water waves in the door. It was obviously some kind of forbidden magic array that isolated the mountain door.
When Ye Chunyang stopped, he saw several disciples guarding there.
"May I ask what business you have with me in Yunxia Residence?"
The gatekeeper was at the Mana Stage. Seeing Ye Chunyang's powerful aura, obviously a Nascent Soul cultivator, he immediately saluted solemnly.
"My name is Ye Chunyang, and I would like to see your sect's Taoist friend Yan Chen." Ye Chunyang took out the token and handed it to the gatekeeper disciple.
"This is the handwritten order of Master Yan! Senior, please wait here, we will go and report it."
The gatekeeper disciple looked more respectful when he saw the order. He hurriedly returned it to Ye Chunyang and quickly entered the archway and disappeared into a loft.
Although Ye Chunyang was concerned about Luo Qingcheng's safety, he also waited patiently here. After about half an incense stick of time, the gatekeeper disciple came out of the archway again and bowed deeply to him.
"Senior Ye has been waiting for a long time. Master Yan invites you."
After saying that, he opened the archway restriction and invited Ye Chunyang in.
"Thank you."
Ye Chunyang said gently and followed the gatekeeper disciple forward.
After passing through the archway, his eyes were bright. He saw the sky surrounded by colorful clouds, clear springs and flowing water, countless spiritual birds flying and playing, and the environment was beautiful like a paradise.
Ye Chunyang looked around, and the gloom in his heart could not help but be swept away by this pleasant scenery. And as the gatekeeper disciple walked forward, he came to a quiet garden. There were no other buildings around, only a stone pavilion, and a person was sitting inside.
Just as he approached the stone pavilion, the man turned around and smiled at him.
This man was hunched, but he was full of energy. At first glance, he knew that he was a person with profound cultivation. Wasn't he Yan Chen?
"Brother Yan."
Ye Chunyang smiled and bowed.
"I didn't expect that Brother Ye would come to see me so soon. What's wrong? Did you encounter any difficulties?" Yan Chen sent away the gatekeeper disciples, waved his hand and asked Ye Chunyang to sit down, poured him a cup of spiritual tea and smiled.
"Thank you for your concern, Brother Chunyang is indeed a little troublesome this time, I wonder if I can ask you for help?" Ye Chunyang took the spiritual tea and thanked him, but did not drink it, and said with a serious look.
"Oh? I don't know what Junior Brother needs me to do? If the major factions and sects want to trouble you, I can come forward to protect you." Yan Chen said with a gentle smile without thinking.
Ye Chunyang's heart moved when he heard this, and he had a better impression of this Senior Brother.
Being able to guarantee for himself without asking the reason shows that he is trustworthy.