Walking out of the valley, there were still sparse figures in front of Ye Yang walking slowly on the mountain. Judging from their posture, they should have been here a long time ago, and they have only come here now.
There are many people working hard to pick those precious medicinal materials along the way, but those medicinal materials generally grow at high places, and they need to endure great pressure to get close.
But picking is not that simple. Ye Yang saw with his own eyes that when a sect leader was picking a herb, a palm-sized scorpion emerged from the side and stung the person as fast as lightning.
Before the man could react, his whole body was completely black and he was instantly poisoned. Even Ye Yang's pupils shrank.
“What a powerful poison”
He ignored those heaven and earth spiritual herbs, because he didn't think most of them were very precious, and he thought that the saints and saints didn't pay attention to these things, so there must be good things in them.
Continue to move forward rapidly. After traveling for several hundred miles, the front suddenly becomes bright. An open space with a radius of dozens of miles is like a medicine garden, and each plant of elixir is exuding a delicate fragrance.
"Nine Spirit Leaves"
"Wannianzhi"
"Tiger Beard Dark Night Orchid"
Ye Yang took a breath of air. These are top-quality herbs. They can condense seventh-grade or even eighth-grade elixirs. They are spiritual elixirs that can be used by sect masters and lord-level powers.
Just as Ye Yang's eyes were glowing blue, a cold voice came: "Boy, if you don't want to die, hurry up and collect the medicine."
Ye Yang was stunned when he saw a man wearing battle armor and holding a spear in his hand. He was looking at him with a ruthless expression. He had a strong aura and had reached the peak of the sect leader. There were two people behind him, following him.
The same cultivation.
"Is there such a good thing?" Ye Yang was stunned.
"A good thing? Hahaha." Behind the man with the gun, a one-eyed man sneered, "It's indeed a good thing. As long as you collect ten spiritual grasses, you can get out alive."
Only then did Ye Yang notice that there were several corpses lying on the ground not far away. When Ye Yang's eyes saw a small golden sword embroidered on one of the corpses, his face suddenly turned cold.
His consciousness swept across the medicine garden, and he saw a dozen people among them cautiously approaching the spiritual herbs.
Just when he was about to pick the spiritual grass, the spiritual grass suddenly shook, and a poisonous thorn grew on the stem, directly piercing the man's hand.
"ah"
The man screamed instantly, but before the scream could be finished, the whole person was sucked into a mummy. The scream was still echoing, and after the spiritual grass sucked the man dry, he became even more
Become prosperous.
The death of that man made everyone tremble and dare not continue picking.
"Hmph, you guys hurry up. If you don't take action, no one will get out alive. Let's see if you want to die in the hands of Lingcao or in our hands." The warrior holding a spear shouted coldly when he saw this scene.
And another person next to him said, "Some of these spiritual grasses can attack people, and some can't. As long as you can pick ten spiritual grasses, you can leave alive. Otherwise, hey, you know."
Although those dozen or so people were all extremely powerful in their cultivation and were all in the later stages of their sect masters, they had no power to resist when faced with the three sect masters' peak level and had no choice but to succumb to their threats.
The combat power of peak-level sect masters is several times stronger than that of later sect masters, and the opponent has three peak sect masters. They can only accept their fate, otherwise they will be killed in vain.
"Boy, why are you still dazed? Hurry up and collect the medicine. What's that look in your eyes? Do you want to die?" The one-eyed man scolded Ye Yang sternly.
"puff"
Without any warning, a hand was inserted from the one-eyed man's chest into his back like a sharp blade.
The movement was so fast that the three people felt their eyes blurred, the scene stopped, and time stopped at this moment forever.
Ye Yang's arm passed through the one-eyed man's body, his palms were stained with pieces of internal organs, and sticky blood was slowly dripping along his fingers.
"Sister-in-law"
The people who were forced to collect herbs in the medicine garden finally heard the movement here. Three of them suddenly exclaimed, seeing the figure, and their whole bodies trembled with excitement.
Those three people were the core disciples of the Immortal Sword Sect, and one of them was the "Second Senior Brother" who had taken action against Ye Yang. Now he had long since changed his name to Ye Yang's "Senior Brother-in-law."
"You bastard, go to hell"
The two men finally reacted and attacked Ye Yang with swords and guns.
Ye Yang unhurriedly pulled his palm out of the one-eyed dragon's body, lowered his head to avoid the long knife, but with his bloody palm, he grabbed the tip of the incoming spear.
"Pa"
The tip of the spear was tightly grasped by Ye Yang. The strong man at the peak of the sect was suddenly shocked and hurriedly used his strength to snatch it back. However, he was horrified to find that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake it at all.
Just when he didn't know how to deal with it, a powerful force came from the spear, which shook his palm open.
"puff"
Driven by the unstoppable force, the gun barrel pierced directly through his chest. Feeling the rapid passage of life, his eyes were filled with confusion.
"Peng"
The barrel of the gun shook, and the violent force immediately blew the man into pieces. Ye Yang said coldly, "Are you qualified to use a gun?"
Now there is only one peak master of the sect who uses a sword. At this time, he is holding the sword stupidly and wants to cut it. He doesn't dare. If he wants to put it down, he doesn't dare either. He just looks at Ye Ye in horror.
Yang.
Ye Yang didn't make a move, he just stood there, looking at him without any emotion in his eyes. The blood on his palms dripped to the ground bit by bit, as if he was playing a death overture.
The strong man holding the knife could not hear any sound except his own heartbeat at this time, and the sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks.
Frowning, his palms felt sticky and uncomfortable. Ye Yang took out a white handkerchief and slowly wiped away the blood and flesh on his palms.
The knife holder just looked at it, not daring to move. Every move Ye Yang made made his heart beat wildly, because he didn't know when Ye Yang would take action or when he would end his life.
At this time, he had an urge to commit suicide. He couldn't bear the terrifying pressure and wanted to die.
Ye Yang slowly wiped his palms clean and said coldly, "Are you going to do it yourself or should I help you?"
Hearing Ye Yang's words, the knife-wielding man's heart beat wildly, and he said tremblingly, "We belong to Cangming Holy Land, I advise you not to do anything wrong."
At this time, he was almost scared out of his wits, but finally remembered his support and gave his name.
"Cangming Holy Land?" Ye Yang curled his lips in disbelief.
"Our Holy Son is right in front. The two people you just killed belong to Morning Star Holy Land. We are responsible for guarding this place. You have already caused a big disaster by killing them. It is better to escape as soon as possible. It should still be too late." The strong man with the knife
Having said this, I finally felt confident.
Shaking his head, Ye Yang said, "Since we've killed two, we're going to have to kill the last one."
After saying that, he stretched out his big hand, covering all directions in front of him, and grabbed the strong man with the knife.
The strong sword-wielding man knew that he would not be spared today, so he simply turned his mind, and his true energy circulated throughout his body. The long sword was like a bolt of lightning, slashing at Ye Yang, turning a blind eye to Ye Yang's hand, and actually wanted to die together.
With a cold snort, the arc of his palm was slightly to one side, and his palm was like a knife, facing the opponent's sword.
When the hand knife and the sword collided together, the sword was instantly shattered like a rotten wooden board, and the palm of the hand slapped the chest of the sword holder without any pause.
The man was immediately knocked away, and countless pieces of internal organs spurted out, landing just in front of a small tree-like spiritual grass. The spiritual grass stretched out a branch and inserted into his body like a needle, instantly killing him.
He sucks and fucks adults.
What a weird spiritual grass, actually like the original Netherworld Dryad, but these spiritual grasses have no intelligence and only act based on instinct.
When those people saw Ye Yang raising his hand, they killed the three peak masters of the sect. They felt as if they had been granted amnesty. They didn't even care about the herbs and hurriedly ran back to the original road because they were afraid that Ye Yang would also ask them to collect herbs.
Seeing that everyone around them had run away, leaving only three disciples of the Immortal Sword Sect, he carefully avoided some spiritual herbs, hoping that Ye Yang would come over.
"Sister-in-law"
The three of them all respectfully hugged Ye Yang. They admired this legendary figure from the bottom of their hearts.
"I came late and made you suffer," Ye Yang said apologetically. After all, he saw the body of a disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect.
"What did my brother-in-law say? If it hadn't been for your arrival, we would have died not only under the weird spiritual grass, but also in their hands." A disciple kicked the body of the one-eyed strongman on the ground hard.
Ye Yang asked about their situation. It turned out that they were the first group of people to discover this place, but then the news spread, and more and more powerful people came.
They said they saw the Holy Son of Cangming Holy Land, Zheng Changhao, and the Holy Land of Morning Star Holy Land, both entering the depths. However, to Ye Yang's surprise, Jiao Hongjiang also entered.
They were all highly cultivated and entered very quickly. When they came here, they found that there were three strong men guarding the place, forcing them to risk their lives to collect herbs. Anyone who resisted would be killed immediately.
Ye Yang knew what happened later. Ye Yang pondered for a moment. These spiritual herbs were very strange, but they were definitely rare treasures.
Seeing that there were no outsiders around, Ye Yang formed the Longyuan Sword with his hands and let out a soft cry like a dragon's roar. Moistened by all of Ye Yang's spiritual power, there was a sharp flash around the land.
"receive"
In the horrified eyes of the three people, the land with a radius of dozens of miles was taken away by Ye Yang, leaving a huge deep pit on the spot.
Ye Yang left a hundred pieces of Heavenly Sword Grass for each of them, which immediately made them ecstatic. They were all sword cultivators, and how precious the Heavenly Sword Grass was in the way of nature.
After distributing the Heavenly Sword Grass, Ye Yang told them to withdraw and stay away from the battlefield, try to contact all the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect and Jiuming Tianyuan, and return them all to the safe area.
Although they didn't quite understand Ye Yang's intention, several people still nodded in agreement. Since the senior brother-in-law said this, there must be profound meaning.
After seeing the three people leaving, Ye Yang flew over the pit and continued to move forward.
“I don’t know if I’m going to be lucky enough to eat salt-and-pepper snake today” (To be continued)