However, although this scene was lively, Yang Huang was not very satisfied, because the changes in the waterfall were not a reflection of his will, but a random manifestation when he used his helpless magic.
In other words, when he attacks and defends at the same time, he cannot control the Yuan Jin in different directions well.
In this way, although the Yuan Jin was released, the lava waterfall also showed various changes. However, this change was not what Yang Huang had in mind, but a phenomenon caused by the two Yuan Jin flowing freely and colliding on their own.
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"It seems that I need to practice more." Yang Huang thought to himself while taking a rest.
Although he knows all about the training methods, and although he has been immersed in this aspect for a while, there is only one secret to skillfully displaying the magical skills, and that is to practice more, practice makes perfect.
Only in this way can we continuously strengthen the control of the two sources of energy.
Going back and forth day and night, practicing diligently, and with perseverance, Yang Huang finally completed the initial mastery of the helpless magic before the battle of heaven.
And the battle for the way of heaven has begun in full swing after many preparations.
Yang Huang did not participate in it. He only controlled the matter from a general direction and came to preside over it on the opening day.
It is slightly different from Tianwu Sect’s expected Battle of Heaven’s Way. Everyone can participate in Lianshan Sect’s Battle of Heaven’s Way, and the competition format is three days.
In these three days, Wanshan Ancestral Land has set up thirty-one arenas. Everyone except Yang Huang can participate in any arena at will.
Within two days, the final winner in each arena was the first generation elder of Lianshan Sect.
On the third day, thirty-one new elders will compete in the second round.
Whoever can defeat the heroes in the ring and have the last laugh will be the new master of Lianshan Sect.
After presiding over the opening ceremony and watching the thirty-one arenas start in full swing, Yang Huang quietly retreated and returned to the cave to continue practicing the helpless magic skill with the lava waterfall as his opponent.
Two days passed quickly, and Yang Huang's control over the helpless magic finally reached a new level.
On the afternoon of the third day, Yang Huang left the cave and rushed to the ancestral land of Wanshan.
Calculating the time, not only will the battle for heavenly law decide the group of elders, but the battle for the sect leader will also enter the second half.
Entering the Wanshan Ancestral Land, Yang Huang saw from a distance that the open space outside the Lianshan Palace was densely packed with people, with heads moving and people exclaiming constantly.
"Huh? Is the competition so fierce?"
Yang Huang looked at the sky and saw that it was no wonder. The day was almost over and the result might be known soon.
Among the crowd, a small high platform was temporarily built as the arena for the ultimate showdown.
At this moment, there are two figures on the stage, the rabbit is rising and the falcon is falling, and the fight is fierce.
"Huh? Mr. Shi is so fierce. It seems that he has been working hard in practice during this period." Yang Huang recognized one of them as Shi Ming and couldn't help but laugh, but his smile quickly faded away.
A strange feeling surged in Yang Huang's heart.
Yang Huang didn't know the man who fought fiercely with Shi Ming. This was normal. It turned out that there were so many disciples of Wutian Society, and it was impossible for Yang Huang to know every one of them.
But for some reason, that person gave Yang Huang a very strange feeling.
I saw that he was about forty years old, wearing black clothes, his eyebrows were in an inverted splay, and his eyes were protruding. He looked like a mourning keeper.
Shi Ming had been working hard during this period, and his cultivation had made great progress compared to before. However, he was unable to do anything in front of the opponent. He was forced to keep retreating to the edge of the ring. It seemed that he was already exhausted.
"Who is he?" Yang Huang had already rushed to the outside of the audience and grabbed someone's shoulder and asked.
The man turned around, looked at Yang Huang, and suddenly shouted excitedly: "Yes! The sect master is back! The sect master is back!"
This cry was full of excitement, excitement and surprise. When the people around heard the cry, they turned around one after another. Everyone was also happy, as if they were a group of thirsty seedlings, enjoying the rain after a long drought.
"The master is back!"
"Great, we are saved!"
"We don't have to be afraid of those bastards anymore!"
"What's going on?" The excitement of the disciples made Yang Huang's heart skip a beat and he asked hurriedly.
"It's them, they're here!" The disciple whose shoulder was held by Yang Huang replied painfully. Because of his anxiety, the strength of Yang Huang's hold on his shoulder subconsciously increased. This was an unbearable pain for the disciple. But
He didn't dare to remind Yang Huang, he just gritted his teeth and endured it.
His appearance made Yang Huang come back to his senses and quickly let go of his hand: "Is he from Daozhong Sect?"
The man nodded with relief.
Just as Yang Huang was about to ask again, a loud shout suddenly came.
"die!"
As he shouted, the mourning door god suddenly snorted coldly, and like a ghost, he rushed towards Shi Ming who had been forced to the edge of the stage. His hands turned into hook shapes and attacked his throat and heart.
"ah!"
Shi Ming was shocked and angry. He clenched his fists and aimed at the opponent's double hooks. At this time, if he chose to jump off the ring, he could have avoided this fatal blow, but Shi Ming had been a coward all his life, but at this moment he was desperate.
If you go out, you have to fight to the death with the other party.
"No!" Yang Huang hurriedly jumped up and rushed towards the ring.
Although Shi Ming's counterattack seemed to be extremely ferocious, Yang Huang could clearly see that with his cultivation level, it would be difficult to resist the opponent's attack.
Therefore, Yang Huang must provide urgent help.
"It's the sect master!"
"Master, be careful!"
Exclamations came from below, and more Lianshan disciples noticed Yang Huang's appearance, but many people's reaction was to exclaim again and again.
"Um?"
Yang Huang's heart trembled. Before he could understand the situation, his vision suddenly blurred. Five men in black suddenly flew up from the stage and rushed towards Yang Huang.
"Hoo! Hoo!"
"Swipe! Scrub!"
Five weapons came to Yang Huang at the same time. Each weapon was filled with Yuan Jin, and its momentum was violent and violent. It was obvious that the cultivation of these five people was not trivial.
When faced with such an interception, the best way seems to be to avoid it.
But Yang Huang did not dodge or evade, and rushed straight towards the five swords.
"snort!"
Eager to save people, Yang Huang struck out quickly and ruthlessly, using Wu Tian Sheng Gong with all his strength, and several strands of Yuan Jin struck out separately.
"Bang bang! Bang bang bang!"
The five men in black standing in front of Yang Huang suddenly groaned and fell backwards, as if struck by lightning.
Yang Huang, on the other hand, was like an arrow from a string, shooting towards the man in black on the stage.
All this happened too fast. The man in black had already broken through Shi Ming's defense. An iron claw was clasped on his left shoulder, and the other hand was reaching for his heart. It looked like he was trying to break his heart.