Carrying the dumbfounded little princess, Yang Jian jumped off the cliff. He even deliberately landed right on top of the stone mountain and exerted strength with both legs, causing cracks to appear on the stone mountain.
When the young cultivator who was meditating a few feet away from the stone mountain saw that, his lips trembled and he hurriedly shouted, "He's dead! Young hero! That demon is really dead! "
He did not know where this little monster that jumped out from. He was just at the side and could not move at that moment. He might really end up like the Soul Refinement Daoist!
"Young hero! Don't step on it again! "
If he really died here for no reason, wouldn't his illustrious reputation be destroyed in an instant?
From a little brother to a young hero, it was clear that this person was somewhat wary of Yang Jian.
Yang Jian jumped down from the stone mountain. This time, he landed lightly and did not stir up much dust.
He placed the little princess at the side and let her be in a daze. Then, he cupped his fists and bowed to the young cultivator who was meditating. Immediately after, he turned to look at the stone mountain and blinked.
When the young cultivator saw that Yang Jian seemed to be moved, he coughed weakly and said with a smile, "Young hero, it's better to take this stone away and see if this old Daoist left any treasures behind. It's all thanks to you today. If this demon left any treasures, you can take them yourself. "
As the saying goes, killing and snatching treasures was common. Dharma, wealth, companionship, and land were common.
Since he had killed the Demon Daoist, he might as well get some benefits from the Demon Daoist.
"Thank you. I'll take a look first." Yang Jian rolled up his sleeves and hugged the stone mountain. He took a deep breath and slowly lifted the stone mountain off the ground.
It was not that a corner of the stone mountain left the ground, but the entire stone mountain rose slowly. The former and the latter could not be mentioned in the same breath.
When the young cultivator saw this, he grimaced in pain and felt the pain in the back of his teeth …
This kid was so strong. He must be at least tens of thousands of kilograms!
Could he be the descendant of some great demon?
Since when did such a freak appear in this world?
Yang Jian gave a low shout, and the stone mountain flew out horizontally, directly landing hundreds of feet away, causing another cloud of dust to fly.
"Hu!"
Yang Jian heaved a sigh of relief and looked at the flat pit created by the stone mountain. There was a puddle of dirty blood in the middle of the pit. A set of clothes was soaked in the blood, and a gourd was placed on top of the clothes.
Only dirty blood? Could it be that the Demon Daoist was not dead?
Yang Jian immediately became vigilant. He clenched his fists and glanced to the side. He wanted to see if there were any stones that he could use to defend himself.
"Hahaha, don't be afraid, young hero. That old Taoist is reaping what he sowed. He must have hidden some kind of poison on him, but he was directly smashed into this state by your stone! Hahahaha! Cough, cough! This is retribution! "
Yang Jian asked with some concern, "Senior, are you alright?"
However, he had forgotten his own seniority, so it was a little abrupt for him to call him 'senior'.
Most of the orthodoxies in the world came from the Three Schools of Dao. If his master, Yuding Zhenren, was to be counted as the second generation disciple of the Three Schools and the backbone of the Three Schools of Dao.
If the patriarch of this young cultivator who was cultivating was lucky enough to meet Yuding Zhenren, he would kneel and kowtow from afar, calling him Grand, Grand, Grand Preceptor …
The young cultivator sighed and looked a little embarrassed. "I'm fine, I'm fine. I'll be fine after resting for a few days. Young hero, you should quickly check the treasures. Then, cough, check the treasures first."
Yang Jian nodded and ran to the side to find a stick. He used it to hit the gourd out and lifted his robe.
Two rings immediately rolled to the ground.
Yang Jian carefully walked forward and carefully sensed for a while. Only then did he hold the two rings in his hand and look at the blood-red gourd.
All of a sudden, Yang Jian saw a sky full of vengeful spirits dancing in the air, and heard mournful cries ….
This kind of evil thing should be destroyed.
However, Yang Jian was afraid that if he rashly destroyed this thing, it would damage the souls that were sucked in and perhaps could be saved. He was a little hesitant.
Of course, Yang Jian couldn't eat it alone. After all, the young cultivator behind him did the most, and he only threw a stone at the end.
Therefore, Yang Jian didn't look at the rings in his hand. He used the stick to pick up the red tassel at the mouth of the gourd and walked toward the young cultivator.
He planned to let the hero take it first and then leave the rest to him.
If the other party didn't leave anything for him … then there was nothing to say. He would have picked up a bargain anyway.
He was already quite happy to be able to kill this evil Daoist with his own hands.
Speaking of which, Yang Jian was really a pauper among cultivators, but he was also a 'millionaire' among them.
This statement was a little contradictory, but it was also the truth.
In the thumb ring that Yuding Zhenren left him, there were countless spirit pills and immortal medicines, as well as spirit stones that were piled up into a small mountain. There were also several strange items and magic treasures that could assist in cultivation.
However, Yang Jian felt from the bottom of his heart that these things weren't his property and couldn't be used carelessly.
He even wanted to make an account book to record the spirit stones he consumed during his daily cultivation so that he could 'reimburse' his master.
There was no helping it. Yang Jian's temperament was like this.
That day at the Marquis of Shangde's estate, it wasn't that Yang Jian didn't have medicinal pills that he could trade for some martial techniques with the Marquis of Shangde, but that went against Yang Jian's original intentions. Therefore, he didn't use anything that his master gave him as a trade.
A man should be magnanimous, not greedy, not conceited, and not go against his heart.
However, when he placed the two rings in front of the young cultivator, the latter's expression … could be considered very complicated.
There was emotion, gratification, and speechlessness. He also sized up Yang Jian a few times from a close distance.
The cultivator slowly said, "Are you afraid that I have the intention to steal your treasures and will bully you after healing my injuries?"
Yang Jian shook his head. "Senior was the one who killed this demon Daoist. I just casually threw a stone at him."
The young cultivator smiled in embarrassment and said, "Do you think that I don't know how to repay kindness and deliberately used words to test you? Today, young hero, you saved me. How could I not know? Young hero, please take these things. There's no need to humiliate me like this! "
Seeing that the young cultivator's face was filled with righteousness but was actually filled with anger, Yang Jian blushed a little and stammered, unable to say anything.
"Young hero, do you really look down on me, Fu Dongliu?!"
"That …" Yang Jian frowned and curled his lips awkwardly. He could only thicken his skin and speak the truth. "Since that's the case, I ask Senior to help me break the restrictions on these two rings. I … can't open them … it seems …"
Otherwise, why would I give them to you so easily!
Yang Jian inwardly rolled his eyes, but his expression was quite helpless. He wanted nothing more than to look up at the sky and sigh.
The Eight-Nine Arcane Art!
Fu Dongliu was stunned for a long time before he burst into laughter. Even if this kind of laughter would aggravate the injury to his soul, he couldn't help it.
"Hahaha! Young hero? Hahaha, are you deliberately teasing me? Do you want to kill me? Hahaha! "
Yang Jian suddenly wanted to kick someone. He snorted and began to study the gourd.
"How do I deal with this thing? It still has power, right? "Yang Jian muttered.
The laughing cultivator said, "Hahaha! This gourd is a dharma treasure, but it's a dharma treasure for refining souls. It can't be kept! Hahaha! "
Yang Jian was a little annoyed. It was enough to laugh a little, but there was no end to it!
Was it embarrassing not to be able to break the restrictions? He cultivated the Eight-Nine Arcane Art. The first layer tempered his muscles and bones, so his body didn't have the 'Qi' of ordinary cultivators!
Moreover, he hadn't learned how to break the restrictions.
Fu Dongliu still couldn't stop laughing. It was as if this was the funniest joke he had heard in his hundred years of cultivation. He sat there motionlessly, but his body still trembled. He almost pierced the Soul Destroying Needle deeper.
If the needle really pierced into his soul, he might really die and his Dao would disappear.
"This gourd, shh … You can try to make a hole at the bottom, maybe it will work … Haha! I can't, young hero, can you really not break the restriction? "
"Hmph." Yang Jian snorted with a dark face. Fu Dongliu laughed even more wildly.
A few black lines appeared on Yang Jian's forehead. He didn't care about this heartless senior. He squatted down beside the stone and tried to press down on the gourd. After confirming that he was fine, he picked up the gourd again.
This gourd was actually able to remain intact under the impact of the stone mountain. It must be a legendary dharma treasure.
Dharma treasures were still legendary …
Take out the array disc that you usually used to cultivate and meditate. Maybe it will scare Fu Dongliu to death!
Yuding's products were at least immortal treasures.
Yang Jian felt that his touch didn't cause any reaction. This meant that the gourd was just hard and didn't have any spirituality.
What was the use of this thing?
Naturally, it was useless. This was the dharma treasure of the Soul Refining Daoist. Yang Jian had seen its ferocious power. He gritted his teeth and punched the bottom of the gourd.
Dong! Poof!
There were a few cracks at the bottom of the gourd. They were caused by the battle between Fu Dongliu and the demon Daoist.
At this moment, Yang Jian used almost all his strength. The cracks broke and black smoke spewed out. Yang Jian was so frightened that he hurriedly threw the gourd there. He grabbed the little princess with his left hand and the 'senior' with his right hand and retreated!
Black smoke rose and filled the entire valley in an instant.
The wails of ghosts sounded like they were weeping. In the black smoke, there were many more figures. They were so densely packed that they couldn't be counted. They stacked on top of each other.
Yang Jian had nowhere to retreat. He was directly trapped in the black smoke. His blood Qi was too strong. These figures couldn't get close to him. There was an empty space of a few feet.
"This is …" Yang Jian's heart trembled.
"Sigh, those vengeful spirits that weren't purified by the demon Daoist." Fu Dongliu sighed and continued to maintain his meditative posture. He turned to look at Yang Jian and said with a smile, "Young hero, I see that you have good fortune on you. Why don't you guide them?"
Yang Jian nodded immediately. "How?"
Fu Dongliu looked at Yang Jian from head to toe, feeling a little strange. This guy didn't even know the scriptures that were passed down among mortals? Was he really a cultivator?
Then, he smiled and shook his head. He said in a low voice, "I have a Scripture of Expiation. But my soul is currently suppressed by the Soul Extinguishing Array … I will read it to you. If you sincerely guide them, you will be able to increase your merit."
"Yes." Yang Jian nodded seriously. He sat cross-legged next to the Little Canton Princess and faced Fu Dongliu.
Fu Dongliu closed his eyes and said in a low voice.
Yang Jian's eyes were clear and his face was sad. He sighed and repeated the words.
In a split second, rays of golden light rose from the valley. It was Yang Jian's luck that manifested all kinds of miraculous things and dispersed the black smoke.
"… Open the Eight Gates, Flying Dharma Soul, Sins and Blessings, Karma, Enlightenment, Dead Souls Give Birth, Body Rebirth …"
Gradually, the figures were stained with some golden light. A Ghost Gate slowly opened in the valley. It was pale gold in color and contained the source of good fortune.
Fu Dongliu was inexplicably shocked. He looked at Yang Jian again and felt that this young man was really magical. His source of good fortune was so deep that it could affect thousands of vengeful spirits.
Thinking of Yang Jian's previous performance … Fu Dongliu was a little shocked. He muttered to himself, "I don't know which expert Yang Jian's master is."
Before the figures stained with golden light entered the Ghost Gate, they all kowtowed to Yang Jian.
The ghostly cries gradually dissipated …
"Father …"
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