"Do I have a grudge against you?"
Yang Jian still had a faint smile on his face. With a light pinch of his fingers, the tiny Black-Scaled Blackwater Snake exploded into powder.
The old woman was instantly shocked, but the tall, skinny old man beside her snorted coldly and charged forward with his sword.
Even though these two were notorious rogue cultivator dao companions in the mystic realm, they were still wary of each other. There were many things that they did not know about each other.
The tall, skinny old man had often seen his dao companions use this move to ambush him, but he did not think it was a big deal.
The old woman's expression changed. Only she knew the miraculous power of the Black-Scaled Blackwater Snake. It was a mutated species, and ever since she tamed it, she had not failed many times!
Not to mention that it had been easily crushed by someone!
"Run!" The old woman hurriedly shouted and turned around, about to use the Prismatic Light.
Heaven and Earth Escape!
Yang Jian's figure suddenly charged forward. With a twist of his body, he appeared directly in front of the old woman.
He did not have any scruples, nor did he show any mercy. The other party wanted to kill him, so he did not care about morality!
The wind from his fist surged, and his arm seemed to become thicker. That was the solidification of his blood, adding to his strength!
It was unknown how much power was contained in this punch!
The old woman's body flew out, breaking more than ten trees and flying backward for hundreds of feet!
Finally, she stopped abruptly between two trees. The wind from his fist surged up and down, and with a muffled bang, the old woman's body exploded into powder!
Yang Jian was stunned.
Firstly, he did not expect that his full strength punch would be so weak.
Secondly, he was impressed by the Heaven and Earth Escape. It was really … too suitable for his close combat style.
Battle Shaman, Battle Shaman, was already considered an expert of the ancient Wu people, and was only a step away from the Great Shaman.
And the treasured blood that the Battle Shaman had left for Yang Jian contained such a magical power. It was really beneficial to Yang Jian, and it also solved his urgent problem.
Ding!
Dang!
Yang Jian turned his head and saw that the long sword in the tall, skinny old man's hand had fallen to the ground.
Following Yang Jian's gaze, the old man's legs gave way and he knelt down. His entire body was drenched in cold sweat, and his Adam's apple was trembling. His wrinkled skin was heaving up and down.
For cultivators, this was the shattering of their dao hearts.
In layman's terms, he was scared out of his wits.
"Dao-Daoist … Immortal! We had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai and offended an immortal! "The old Daoist kowtowed repeatedly." Please spare our lives! Spare my insignificant life! "
Yang Jian stood a few feet away, not letting down his guard. He asked, "The person I just killed, how was his cultivation?"
"My cultivation … isn't even worth mentioning compared to you!" The old Taoist replied with a trembling voice.
Yang Jian was a little speechless. "I'm asking you what her cultivation is!"
"Core Condensation, late stage of Core Condensation! If I'm lucky enough, I'll be able to condense my Golden Core and become a true great cultivator … "
The old Taoist had been in the mortal world for his entire life and had experienced countless dangerous situations. At this moment, he had already put away his shattered dao heart. His mind slowly turned, and he stole a glance at Yang Jian.
This young man was a god of death that had appeared out of nowhere.
What is he talking to himself about?
"Golden Core cultivators are great cultivators here?" Yang Jian sighed. "Didn't Master say that only immortals have the right to call themselves cultivators … Forget it, there's no point in arguing about this."
What was he talking about?
The old Taoist broke out in cold sweat again. He hurriedly lowered his head and knelt there, trembling.
He wasn't afraid of the other party asking him anything else. He was afraid that the young man wouldn't ask anymore … Because if he didn't ask, it would mean that he had lost his value, and the only path left for him was death.
If he could live longer and speak more, he would have a higher chance of survival.
For someone like the old Taoist, the hatred of his dao partner and wife's murder were more like partners that he could take care of.
Finally, Yang Jian had another question.
"What is the most powerful person in the Flat Heaven Sword Sect?"
"The most … the most powerful … the Flat Heaven Sword Sect is a supreme sect. The most powerful people in the sect should be the legendary Grand Elders. Logically speaking, they should all be experts who have condensed their Primal Souls …"
"Is that so?" Yang Jian rubbed his chin. "How am I compared to a Primal Daoist?"
The old Taoist said in a quavering voice, "Of course you … you are a bit more powerful. Immortal, you are invincible under the heavens, able to pluck the stars and change the sun … how could those old ox-nosed Daoists be a match for you? Heh heh, heh heh. "
He actually managed to squeeze out a flattering smile.
Yang Jian let out a snort. If he really believed this old Taoist's flattery, then that would truly be the path to death!
Although the world here was in a state of decay and the number of cultivators here was pitifully few compared to other major worlds, Yang Jian didn't feel the slightest bit of contempt.
This was because cultivators who were able to struggle bitterly in this sort of environment and slowly rise to a higher level of cultivation would definitely advance by leaps and bounds in a normal cultivation environment.
Everyone understood this principle. Adversity produced talent.
"Judging by how vicious you are and how you take the lives of others at the drop of a hat, you definitely have countless vengeful souls on your hands."
Yang Jian said softly. The old man's lips were tightly shut, and he lay there on the ground, trembling.
"Unfortunately, I'm not some hero who exterminates evil for the sake of the common people. You didn't have the chance to attack me just now, so there's no need for me to kill you."
Yang Jian elegantly turned and left, using the Qiankun Escape technique as he charged towards the door of light that was about to close.
He left behind a few casual words in the forest, but they echoed in the ears of the old man.
"In the future, do more good deeds and accumulate some karmic karma for your reincarnation."
The old Daoist's body trembled a few times. He knelt there for a long time, not moving.
Reincarnation …
"If the Dao cannot be sought in this life, it can be left for the reincarnation … thank you, Immortal, for your reminder! Thank you, Immortal!"
For some reason, the old Daoist priest knelt there and sobbed. He thought about how his Dao companion, who had accompanied him for many years, had died a violent death, but it was also a form of friendship.
The old Daoist priest stopped crying and stood up shakily. Then, he sighed and turned to walk towards the forest where the old woman's body had exploded.
Although there were no bones left, he had to collect one or two keepsakes and make a cenotaph.
Yang Jian did not know that the consequences of him being too lazy to do anything had planted a seed of kindness. In the future, the old Daoist priest gradually became kind, and his mental state slowly changed. He wholeheartedly wanted to accumulate merit and do good deeds, and he helped many people …
Unfortunately, the power of the Heavenly Dao in this world was weak, and the karmic karma became empty talk. The old Daoist priest was destined to work in vain.
Let's get back to the main topic.
Yang Jian quietly slipped into the door of light and continued to use the Qiankun Escape technique to head into the distance.
There was a town behind the gate of the mystic realm. Yang Jian entered the town and asked about the location of the Pingtian Sword Sect before rushing over.
Along the way, all Yang Jian heard were rumors about that 'Young Master Xiao'.
As long as one sat down in a teahouse, one could hear cultivators chatting. The first thing they said was' Young Master '.
"Did you hear? Young Master Xiao became a disciple of a powerhouse to resolve the problem of the Spiritual Energy in this world drying up. "
"Didn't they say that as long as Young Master Xiao nodded, the cultivators of our mystic realm could head to other places with abundant Spiritual Energy to continue cultivating?"
"Is that true?"
"Of course it's true. Why would I lie to you?"
"I heard that a few large sects have already submitted to Young Master Xiao. Half a day ago, I even heard that Young Master Xiao is going to visit the original owner of this mystic realm, the Pingtian Sword Sect!"
"The Pingtian Sword Sect has always been aloof from worldly affairs. They are probably going to be unlucky this time."
"Sigh, that Young Master Xiao is extremely handsome. If we can gain his favor, that would be a blessing that we have cultivated for many years."
"Hey, Brother Long, you … you are a man."
"Humph! Us cultivators are truly intolerant of others! "
Yang Jian, who was eavesdropping, nearly tripped. He smacked his lips and sighed, "The foundation of the Dao is often not lonely." Then, he continued on his way to the Pingtian Sword Sect.
In less than fifteen minutes, he arrived before the familiar forest. Yang Jian no longer executed any Magic Skills. Instead, he ran quickly, turning into a strand of smoke as he drifted into the forest.
Which peak was the green ripple?
I really did not pay attention to it at that time. Furthermore … the outside world sees the mountain, and the mountain changes according to the mountain. I could not immediately tell which peak was which.
Yang Jian thought about it and decided to go to the highest peak. That should be where the main peak was. At that time, I will just force out the green ripple and end my karma.
After making up his mind, Yang Jian sprinted on the mountain path. When he was about to reach the main peak, he heard an explosion, and the entire mountain shook gently.
A furious but calm voice echoed in the mountain. "Do you really think that there is no one in my Pingtian Sword Sect? Humph! Young Master Xiao, I'm afraid you are tired of living. "
Yang Jian's eyes brightened, and he could not help but quicken his pace.
Because the one who spoke was not someone else, but that evil woman, Qing Lian!
Who cared if he was Young Master Xiao or Young Master Flute, he came here for revenge!
Killing to end one's cultivation was the greatest karma!
There was no enmity between him and Qing Lian, yet she had tried to kill him time and time again, and she had even humiliated, humiliated, and bullied him wantonly!
He didn't care who had spoiled her arrogant and smelly temper; he didn't care what kind of miserable life she had that caused her character to become twisted; he, Yang Jian, wasn't that unreasonable!
The karma of killing should be ended by killing!
Yang Jian had already understood that if he did not kill this fairy Qing Lian today, his future cultivation would be hindered by a demonic barrier!
Once he found that Qing Lian, no matter who was beside her, he would kill her first!
Yang Jian clenched his teeth and ran forward. This time, he was really ruthless.
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(PS: 100,000 words. Thank you, fellow cultivators, for your support along the way.
At this time, the fate of this book had also begun to appear. So far, 100,000 words, more than 5,000 favorites. The result is considered average, not too high, not too low. There is a chance.
Whether or not I can leap over the dragon's gate depends on the new books next month. I hope I can get more book friends that belong to this book and this pen name, and make friends through literature.
There is a more serious question about the rating of this book.
Because of the starting point rule, as long as there is a bad review, it can be compared to many good reviews. One book friend gave three stars, seventeen people gave it ratings, and the other sixteen gave it five stars. Unfortunately, the overall rating dropped directly, which affected the appearance of the book and affected the new readers' judgment of whether a new book was worth reading.
I hope that the brothers who are able to rate this book will give this book a five-star rating, at least from three stars to four stars. The brothers who give a bad review, please be lenient. After all, writing a book is not easy. Writing Erlang's book is more exhausting than the other books I have written. Moreover, I also have to support my family with this book, so I don't dare to be too careless.
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