Ye Yang roughly judged that they were heading deep into the ancient battlefield. On the third day, Ye Yang finally saw their destination.
The first thing that caught Ye Yang's eyes was a high mountain with a radius of thousands of miles, with thousands of walls rising straight into the clouds, majestic and majestic.
In the middle of the mountain, a straight crack splits the entire mountain into two, and the rolling river slowly flows between the two mountains.
Before approaching the mountain, a destructive sword intent that wanted to pierce the sky and split the sky and the earth sent chills to the bones.
In front of that soaring sword intent, everyone was like ants, they could only look up and couldn't resist at all.
Even Ye Yang was shocked when he just looked at the mountain. This is a kind of sword will. After countless years, it has still not been wiped out. How strong is the person who slashed this sword.
Ye Yang looked at the map and determined the coordinates. The place marked here is called Tianjian Canyon, which is a relatively safe place in the ancient battlefield.
Later generations speculated that this should be a sword struck by an ancient sword master before his death. It contained his sword will and is immortal.
This has become the only place for all swordsmen to enter the ancient battlefield, because if you can understand the will of the ancient swordsman here, even if you understand even a little bit, you can benefit endlessly.
Moreover, on the rock wall split by the Sword Master, a strange divine grass grows, called Heavenly Sword Grass, which contains pure sword intent and can help sword cultivators comprehend the sword intent more quickly.
Simply priceless.
Ye Yang looked at the thousands of disciples of various sects at the foot of the mountain, and couldn't help but suddenly realized. No wonder when he came over, he saw that everyone had long swords hanging on their waists. It turned out that they were all sword cultivators.
Ye Yang released his consciousness and saw that among the thousands of disciples, they were continuously climbing up the cliff. Some were meditating at the foot of the mountain, and some were slightly higher, stretching for thousands of miles.
There are two people at the front who have reached halfway up the mountain, hundreds of miles apart.
Ye Yang looked at the two people and couldn't help but smile, because he recognized the two people. The one below was Ye Yuhan, who was meditating with his eyes closed at this time.
More than four hundred miles in front of him was Huang Wuya, wearing a black cloak and a gloomy face.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew through the canyon in front, and more than a dozen sword-shaped blades of grass flew out, causing everyone below to exclaim in surprise.
Huang Wuya stared coldly ahead and saw the leaves flying in front of him. He carefully stretched out one hand and quickly grabbed them in the air. A total of four Heavenly Sword Grasses were collected by him.
Ye Yang narrowed his eyes because he saw a small wound on Huang Wuya's arm that was cut open by an invisible force when he collected the Heavenly Sword Grass.
The remaining Heavenly Sword Grass continued to fly downwards. Ye Yuhan opened his eyes and his eyes were like lightning. He searched with his right hand and grabbed three Heavenly Sword Grasses in an instant. Then he was exhausted and could only watch the remaining ones.
Several Heavenly Sword Grass flew downwards.
The sword cultivator below saw the Heavenly Sword Grass appear and hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab it. However, for some reason, before his palm touched the Heavenly Sword Grass, the entire arm was broken at the elbow, as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.
The man suddenly let out a cry of sorrow, but he still gritted his teeth, stretched out his other hand, fished in the air, and finally found a piece of Heavenly Sword Grass.
It turned out that halfway up the mountain, the will of the sword was extremely terrifying. The strong wind from the valley hung out. After passing through the valley, the will of the sword was like invisible wind blades, extremely sharp.
Otherwise, with Huang Wuya's character, how could he let so much fat fly away in front of his eyes? The strong wind was too terrifying, and he was unable to swallow it alone.
Although the Heavenly Sword Grass is a treasure, everyone couldn't help but admire him when they saw how ruthless this man was.
People below also fished for it, but the further down they went, the more people there were. Although the power of the strong wind was reduced a lot after it reached the bottom, the success rate was very high.
But there are dozens of people occupying any place. Some people just grabbed the Heavenly Sword Grass and cut off his head with a long sword and took the Heavenly Sword Grass away.
Every time the Heavenly Sword Grass appeared below, there was abnormal chaos. Now, the continuous mountains were all stained with blood, and the corpses had long been thrown into the rolling river below.
Ye Yang glanced at Huang Wuya and saw that he was looking at Ye Yuhan with cold eyes, a murderous intent appearing on his face.
I knew that this guy was jealous of Ye Yuhan. In terms of cultivation, Ye Yuhan was not as good as him, but when it came to swordsmanship, Ye Yuhan wanted to leave him behind, which made him feel jealous.
Especially when Ye Yuhan collected the Heavenly Sword Grass, he was calm and composed. He obviously sensed the threat posed by the invisible wind and avoided it in advance, which he could not do.
Seeing the killing intent on Huang Wuya's face, Ye Yang's heart moved. He found a place where no one was around and quietly put on his old clothes.
Putting on a purple suit, he regained his virtue of having his nostrils turned upward and his eyes above his head. He thought for a moment and carried an ancestor-level sword on his back. This ancestor-level sword was the contribution of the young master of the Divine Fist Sect.
Yes, looking from behind now, not to mention, he really has the demeanor of a master of the generation.
This man relied on his clothes and saddle, and one look at his appearance revealed that he had an ancestral weapon at his side, and his demeanor was greatly improved.
I looked in the mirror, raised my voice twice, and felt that I had done everything perfectly. Finally, I walked towards Tianjian Canyon with three swaying steps like a pole on my waist.
Now, below the Tianjian Canyon, a confrontation was taking place, with a body lying on the ground and blood flowing freely.
"You monster clan are simply too bullying. Do you really want to start a war with our Zifeng Holy Land?" A disciple of the Zifeng Holy Land shouted sternly.
Nowadays, there are only five disciples of Zifeng Holy Land, including the one on the ground who has already clocked in to work in the underworld.
Opposite them were eleven people, all of whom were strong men from the Heavenly Wolf Clan and the Qingjiao Clan. Among them, a strong man from the Heavenly Wolf Clan had blood on his palms and was slowly stretching out his tongue to lick it.
He said with a look of disdain, "Let's start a war. Your uncle, the Son of Purple Wind, has killed so many of us. Do you really think that we will let it go?"
"Asshole, our Holy Son has already said that that person is not from our Zifeng Holy Land," the disciple from the Zifeng Holy Land said loudly.
"Idiot, who are you kidding with this kind of trick? Then if I kill your people now, you can also go to our young master. Our young master also said that I am not from the Sirius clan, otherwise nothing will happen.
." The strong man from the Sirius clan said disdainfully.
"You are using strong words to make sense."
"So what? We are just using strong words to make excuses, and we also stole your Heavenly Sword Grass. What can you do?" The strong man from the Sirius clan said with a proud look on his face.
It turns out that just now, a sword cultivator from the Purple Wind Holy Land was lucky enough to get a piece of Heavenly Sword Grass. However, as soon as he got it, he was attacked and killed by a strong man from the Sirius Clan. Don't take away the Heavenly Sword Grass.
The two sides immediately became tense, but the number of people in the Purple Wind Holy Land was obviously much smaller than their opponent, so they were at a disadvantage.
"Hey, you wise men, get out of here, otherwise your lives will be spared," the strong man from the Sirius clan said arrogantly.
His words caused a burst of laughter from the teammates behind him, and the ridicule was palpable. The four disciples of the Purple Wind Holy Land were so angry that their scalps exploded, but they had to endure it.
"You just wait for us, our Holy Son will never let you go," the disciple from Zifeng Holy Land said harshly.
Just as they were about to leave, a lazy voice came out, "It's better to rely on yourself than to rely on others. Just don't count on my grandson."
This sentence immediately attracted everyone's attention. They turned their eyes away from the two forces and looked at the charming figure in the distance. At the same time, they exclaimed, "The man in purple?"
Ye Yang took four square steps and came to the front of everyone under everyone's gaze.
"Pa"
He slapped the man in the face and cursed, "What a purple man? I have my own name. Remember, my name is Jiang Taizu."
The arrogant voice resounded throughout the entire venue, causing everyone to suddenly react from their shock. This man in purple, who was defying the sky, appeared.
"Asshole, are you the one who killed us?" Before the beaten innocent disciple could show up, the strong man from the Sirius clan suddenly had a fierce glare in his eyes and was about to pounce on him at any moment.
However, Ye Yang didn't even look at them. He pointed at the disciples of Zifeng Holy Land and cursed loudly, "Look at your little achievements and how you can bring shame to Zifeng Holy Land. How can you be worthy of your master?"
How can you be worthy of your ancestors? How can you be worthy of me?"
The four people were a little dumbfounded by the scolding, and their heads were dazed for a while. Facing "furious" Ye Yang, they didn't know how to answer.
"What's the point of bullying some small shrimps in normal times? If you want to bully, bully the big ones. Only in this way can it be challenging. You are letting me down too much." Ye Yang looked angrily, cursing and spitting.
Like autumn rain, it sprayed on their faces.
But they didn't dare to wipe it because they didn't dare to confirm the identity of this person, because he called himself Jiang Taizu, who was of the same generation as the head Jiang Taixu, and was indeed Jiang Yifeng's grandfather.
Because there are two branches of Shuangjiang in Zifeng Holy Land, one is named Jiang and the other is named Jiang, so they couldn't tell the truth from the false for a while.
"Ahem, senior, can you tell this disciple, which lineage you are from?" Before the disciple could figure it out, he still cautiously inquired.
"Jiang Taixu is my cousin, Jiang Yuyao is my cousin, why are you questioning my identity? Who is your master?" Ye Yang asked displeased.
As soon as the man heard Jiang Yuyao, he immediately believed his words, because Jiang Yuyao was a powerful person in the Holy Land and no one outside knew about it.
"The villain is Li Xiangdong, a disciple of the Fourth Elder," the disciple quickly replied.
"Hmph, Jiang Bichang is an old pervert. He just married his fourteenth wife this year, and she is also his cousin. Don't imitate that worthless old guy." Ye Yang said with a look of disgust. These contents were all obtained through Xiao
It was read from the sky, and the other party didn't know anything about it.
Li Xiangdong suddenly had no doubts anymore. He knew that he was definitely from the Holy Land even in such a secret matter. Others could not pretend to be here. He quickly knelt down and said impolitely, "Disciple has met my ancestor."
Ye Yang then nodded slightly with satisfaction and said carelessly, "Get up, don't be afraid if anything happens in the future, your grandfather will support you."
Before Li Xiangdong and the others could answer, the strong man from the Sirius clan who had been waiting for a long time suddenly yelled, "Fuck you, my grandfather, go to hell!" (To be continued)