Just Now, Quan Yangxin had escaped by luck, but he couldn't take it lying down. Because Zhao Yang had indeed used a technique of the Netherworld Spring Sect, he didn't doubt Zhao Yang's identity. He thought that Zhao Yang wanted to kill him and take the spiritual herb for himself.
If it was on a normal day, as long as he stood on the side of reason and reported this matter, the elders of the sect would stand up for him.
But what made him frustrated was that he had come out alone without his master's knowledge, so he couldn't say anything. In his anger, he used a secret technique to track Zhao Yang's aura, trying to find a chance to kill Zhao Yang to vent his anger.
However, when he saw the flying boat of Long Country, he suspected that a master had come, so he didn't dare to get too close. He hesitated whether to leave or not.
But before he could make a decision, a sudden inspiration surged, and the world spun around him. Then, he felt himself falling heavily on the ground, and his whole body went limp. When he came back to his senses, he was shocked to find that he was already on the boat.
He was shocked. The other party could pull him from dozens of miles away. How could an ordinary person use such a magical technique? Did he really run into a senior of the Netherworld Spring Sect?
He was so scared that he shivered. Before he could see the other party's face clearly, he got up and knelt down. He bowed his head and said, "Senior, please forgive me. I didn't mean to steal the spiritual boat. I just looked at it out of curiosity."
Zhao Yang glanced at him and pointed at him. "Spiritual Master Zhang, this is the person I'm Just Now talking about."
Quan Yangxin's heart skipped a beat.
Zhang Yan looked down and said, "I'm Qincang Zhang Yan. I have a few questions to ask you."
Quan Yangxin's body shook violently as if he was struck by lightning. His face turned pale, and he said, "Ming — Qincang Zhang Yan?"
In the hundred years since Zhang Yan left, the Mystic Sect and the Demonic Sect had several fierce battles, and both sides had lost many disciples.
However, most of the battles were limited to Mystic Light Realm and Core Formation Realm cultivators, and there weren't many battles involving Yuanying cultivators. There were a few times where the Demonic Dao Sect retreated after exchanging a few blows.
A large part of this was because the Celestial Sect of Wonders had won the sword battle of the eighteen sects, giving the six great demon sects a head-on boost. All of them believed that they had yet to reach the point where they could fully contend against the Celestial Sect of Wonders. Every sect more or less wanted to preserve their strength.
As for Zhang Yan, who ranked first in the Sword Duel of the Eighteen Sects. Not only did they kill all the elders of the Devil Sect who attended the meeting, they even killed Feng Hai Yang, who was in the third level of the Nascent Soul Realm. This caused the various sects of the Devil Sect to be very afraid, and they all ordered their disciples to do so. If they saw this person. If they didn't have a great cultivator on their side … It was best to retreat far away, so as not to lose his strength for no reason.
Although there was nothing wrong with doing so, once the news spread, Over time, it played a role in adding fuel to the flames. Amongst the younger generation of disciples in the Devil Sect, other than Zhang Yan, there was no one else who could be considered as the most feared cultivator in the Celestial Sect.
Quan Yangxin was the same. When he first entered the sect, he had heard of Zhang Yan's name. He was too afraid of him. His head was covered in cold sweat as he stuttered, "Zhang, if Daoist Master Zhang asks, I, I will definitely answer truthfully."
Zhao Yang looked at Zhang Yan, who was almost paralyzed on the ground in fear. He then looked at Zhang Yan and exclaimed in his heart, "I didn't expect Daoist Master Zhang to be so famous in Dong Hua."
Zhang Yan said calmly, "It doesn't matter if you don't tell the truth. I have a way to make you speak the truth."
Quan Yangxin repeatedly kowtowed and said, "I don't dare, I don't dare."
Zhang Yan didn't think that a Core Formation cultivator would know much, so he didn't ask about any secrets. He only asked about the Devil Sect's arrangements on the East Sea.
Quan Yangxin didn't dare to play tricks in front of him. Besides, what he asked was not confidential, so he told him everything he knew.
Because the East Sea was not a place valued by the ten sects, it was indeed the world of the Devil Sect.
Decades ago, there were several sects led by the Pengyuan Sect against the cultivators of the Devil Sect. Until now, it was the only sect that had not fallen.
It was not that the cultivators of Pengyuan Sect were powerful, but that the mountain guarding formation was set by the founder of the sect. If there were no cultivators of the cave abode to attack, it would be difficult to break.
But even so, they could only hide in the mountain gate and not go out.
It was not a big deal for 30 to 50 years. If the siege lasted for a long time, the cultivation of the disciples would be delayed, and the foundation of the sect would inevitably be shaken. Therefore, they sent disciples out several times to contact the sects that were on good terms in the continent, trying to break the cage.
The person in charge of the Devil Sect here was very vicious. He didn't stop the disciples who sent the message, but let them go. Then he set up an ambush, and when the rescue came, he would gather and kill them.
Originally, if there was help coming, Pengyuan Sect would also need to come out to receive them. However, only the Grand Elder Mu Bingxin was a Yuanying cultivator. For the sake of the sect's safety, it was not good to make a move. Therefore, after the Devil Sect succeeded several times, no one was willing to send any more cultivators here. Now that they were trapped on the East Sea and almost cut off from the outside world, it was only a matter of time before they fell. At that time, the entire East Sea would be completely the territory of the Devil Sect.
Zhang Yan asked and had a general understanding of the situation here, so he said indifferently, "Kill yourself."
Quan Yangxin's body trembled. He also knew that there was no way he could survive, so he made up his mind and pierced his ears with his fingers. In an instant, he died. His primordial spirit suddenly floated out, but it just circled around. Seeing that Zhang Yan didn't want to make things difficult for him, it bowed to him three times and flew out of the window.
Zhao Yang was puzzled, "Why did Zhenren Zhang let him go? If the news is leaked … "
Zhang Yan smiled faintly and said, "So what if it's leaked? Even if they don't come, I'll go to them. "
His fifth disciple, Jiang Zheng, was still cultivating in Pengyuan Sect. Now that his sect was trapped by the Devil Sect, he naturally couldn't sit back and do nothing.
"Go to Zhenren and tell him that everyone on the boat should stay here and not go out. I'll be back soon."
After saying that, he whirled up a strong wind and flew away according to Quan Yangxin's instructions.
On the other side, after Shen Dong left the door, he didn't hide his figure, but left openly in the air, as if he was afraid that people wouldn't notice him.
This wasn't ignorance, but intentional.
He had thought about it a long time ago. He wasn't Zhao Yang and was naturally weaker at gathering information. If he wanted to achieve his goal, he had to take an unconventional approach.
Such an ostentatious flight would most likely attract the attention of the disciples of the Devil Sect. At that time, he would find a way to lead them to the flying boat of Chidragon, so that he could be captured by Zhang Yan and interrogated. What information could be more accurate than from the mouth of a cultivator of the Devil Sect?
However, Zhao Yang's cultivation method of the Devil Sect could be passed off as genuine, but Shen Dong was different. At a glance, one could tell that he was a cultivator of the Xuanmen Sect, so it was very risky to do so. If he was not careful, he would die.
But the more it was so, the more unwilling he was to retreat. If he really succeeded, wouldn't it prove that he was more valuable than Zhao Yang?
He wasn't thinking this way blindly and impulsively, but he also had something to rely on.
The escape technique he possessed was called the Hazy Smoke Escape. Not only was this technique extremely fast, at the critical moment, it was even able to split into more than 10 wisps of smoke that were exactly the same as his own, causing others to be unable to determine the direction he was escaping towards for a moment.
After circling around the sea, he indeed attracted attention, but it was not what he had expected.
The seawater below him surged, and then a middle-aged Daoist with pitch-black hair and beard flew out and greeted him from afar. "Fellow Daoist, are you a disciple of Pengyuan Sect? I'm Guo Kuo. Greetings. "
Yang Shouzhen, the elder of the Origin Mirage Sect, stood on an island and squinted at the mountain gate of the Pengyuan Sect in the distance. His eyes were hazy and mixed with a hint of greed.
He had heard that the founder of the Pengyuan Sect was an almighty who had ascended. If he could obtain his remains, he would be able to master one of the sect's divine abilities. Even if he couldn't obtain it, he could still offer it to the founder and receive a generous reward. Not to mention that there were countless pills and rare herbs in the sect. As long as he obtained all of them, it would be enough to make up for decades of hard cultivation.
However, when he heard that the sect wanted to send someone else to replace him, he felt a trace of anger and uneasiness.
He had been in charge of the East Sea for decades, but when he was about to succeed, his peaches were stolen. How could he be willing?
Therefore, after discussing with the elder of the Blood Soul Sect, Old Gongyang Zhong, they decided to let him go to the sect and borrow a formation breaking Dharma treasure to think of a way to break through the mountain gate's formation as soon as possible. In return, he was willing to give up an extra portion of his share.
However, he had been gone for ten days, and there was still no reply. This made him extremely annoyed.
At this moment, a disciple arrived on a profound light. The moment he landed, he said anxiously, "Grandmaster, Just Now, Martial Uncle Quan's life is gone."
"Hmm?"
Yang Shouzhen's eyes narrowed. If the life was gone, it meant that he had lost his life.
Among the disciples in the sect, Quan Yangxin's strength was not weak. These few days, he had been ordered to guard an important island, so it was very likely that a cultivator from the Pengyuan Sect would make a move.
However, he was not surprised but happy. Ever since the Pengyuan Sect was trapped, they had not made a move for a long time. The sudden appearance of a disciple meant that they were about to lose their patience. This was his chance.
He thought about it and said, "Pass my words, you …"
However, before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt the spiritual vigor around him surging crazily. His expression changed and he shouted. Suddenly, he turned into a black fog and leaped up from the island.
Before he could go far, he felt the sky darken. Then, a huge hand that was thousands of feet wide broke through the clouds and went straight down. In the end, it bombarded the island!
With a loud bang, rocks cracked, mountains collapsed, and seawater rolled back. The entire island was actually smashed into pieces by this blow!
He was shocked and angry at the same time. He shouted and was about to fight with the person who came. However, when he turned to look at the sky, it was as if a bucket of cold water was poured over his head. He shuddered and actually turned to run without saying a word.
After running for hundreds of feet, his body swayed and disappeared from the sky.
Zhang Yan waved his sleeve in the sky, dispersing all the smoke and dust that surged up from below. He looked up and saw that there was no one around. He sneered and reached out to use a forbidden lock technique. In an instant, the spiritual vigor within a radius of tens of miles was suppressed by him.
Yang Shouzhen had only escaped a few miles away when he suddenly felt a huge force surging towards him. Then, his body stiffened and became unable to move in an instant. His hidden figure was also forced out.
But he was still unwilling to give up. His face flushed red from suffocation, and he used all the magic energy in his body to struggle free. How could it be that once the Heaven and Earth Shackles Technique was utilized, unless one didn't possess a formidable magic treasure or a superior movement technique, there was practically no way to escape.
Zhang Yan watched him struggle, but his face was expressionless. He gently lifted his sleeve, and the Black Yellow Hand beneath him rose up again, spread open its fingers, and clenched fiercely. In an instant, the Black Yellow Hand was crushed into pieces.
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