Sometimes life is a kind of gambling. Some people are willing to gamble regardless, while others are more cautious. After all, China advocates the golden mean, and the life of ordinary people is a sense of self-reliance and satisfaction.
After Yang Huang experienced the huge changes in the transparent sphere, he was simply frightened. He was very afraid of what changes would happen in the future. Because there was an example of Yang Tongxian before him. At that time, Yang Huang was too arrogant and self-righteous, thinking that he
I am blessed with great luck, and in the end I discovered that all opportunities are just a conspiracy.
He didn't want history to repeat itself, so he chose not to trust, to not believe in any creature or anything.
He only believes in himself.
At this time, the aura that invaded the courtyard of his mind and raised his cultivation level to the perfection of Taoism gave him too many reasons for uneasiness.
However, he had to accept the fact that this aura was simply not something he could contend with. He could feel that his life realm was far from reaching the level of that aura.
Since it cannot be changed, it can only be accepted silently.
boom!
A moment later, the transparent ball exploded violently, and even created a huge vortex, causing the entire sea of demons to react.
But Yang Huang, who was at the center of the vortex, was unscathed.
You must know that he is now a monk at the peak of the Tao realm. It can be said that in the entire road to immortality, except for the supreme leader of the Trial Alliance, no one can compete with him.
Faced with such an explosion, he could defend easily and could not be affected by the power of the explosion.
Just when the explosion occurred, something unexpected or expected by Yang Huang happened. A blood-red stone flew out from the core of the explosion, flew directly into the courtyard of his mind, and interacted with
Several blood-red stones from before gathered together and were suspended in the sky above the courtyard of the mind.
After the explosion, Yang Huang's body disappeared directly, and the next moment he appeared on the surface of the Sea of Demons.
At this time, two terrifying auras suddenly came, making him frown slightly.
In front of him, two great beings appeared. One of them was the Patriarch of Blood River who had fled before, and the other was a gray-haired old man.
Although he is in human form, he looks too old. There are no wrinkles anywhere on his face, all his facial features are droopy, and all his teeth are missing. He has a white beard that extends to his belly, and a silver-white head.
long hair.
This old man was wearing a black Taoist robe inlaid with gold, and the long sword in his hand proved his identity as a swordsman.
Yang Huang could feel that the opponent's cultivation level was actually almost the same as his own, and on the road to immortality, there were not many beings who could possess such cultivation level, and the leader of the Trial Alliance was one of them.
Obviously, the old man in front of him is one of the leaders of the Trial Alliance.
The Trialist Alliance does not have only one leader, but three. Each of them possesses the most unparalleled cultivation on the road to immortality, and the Dao realm is perfect.
Yang Huang looked at the old man in front of him and kept thinking about it in his mind. He had also learned about the Trialist Alliance before, and he knew the descriptions of the three leaders.
This is not a secret, because the Trialist Alliance is the largest organization of ability users on the road to immortality, and its leader is really too famous.
One of them, a leader named Zheng Yilong, is the most special among the three leaders because he is a sword cultivator.
Being able to reach the Great Perfection of Taoism through sword cultivation is a very remarkable thing.
He can be regarded as a role model for all swordsmen on the road to immortality.
"Are you Yang Huang? I... have heard of you." Zheng Yilong said calmly. The sword in his hand was not actually unsheathed. The scabbard wrapped the sword tightly.
Yang Huang could hear the contempt in the other party's mouth, but he didn't care, because in this world, the party that shows weakness can often take the initiative.
Just like if you are at a party and show all your limits to show that you are poor, of course some people will look down on you at this time, but there will also be people who will have a sympathetic attitude towards you and will also provide you with some help. In some cases
In matters, they will adhere to the principle of protecting the weak, which will appear at some time, and stand behind the weak to become their strongest backing.
This kind of thing is called the idea of humanitarian protection.
This can be seen everywhere in the world. After all, the emergence of order indirectly protects the rights and interests of the weak.
Yang Huang took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, happily lit one and took a long puff, exhaling a thick golden smoke, and then chuckled and looked at the legend on the road to immortality in front of him.
"The look in your eyes makes me feel sick!" Zheng Yilong looked straight at Yang Huang. He had already heard Patriarch Blood River describe Yang Huang's situation on the way here, so he firmly believed that Yang Huang's cultivation level was only at the Tao level.
Medium term.
However, he also knew that Yang Huang's methods were extremely weird, and he even miraculously practiced the "**Xuan Gong", the most amazing skill in the world. Speaking of "**Xuan Gong", it was actually Zheng Yilong's regret in his life.
In the early days of his cultivation, he was actually lucky enough to get this skill, but in the end it ended without any cure.
There is no other reason, but because he does not contain innate power in his body, and there is no way to store innate power, so even if he obtains the "**Xuan Gong", there is no way to successfully practice it.
Moreover, his qualifications back then were so poor that it was difficult for him to make any progress in practicing the "Golden Elixir Way", so he had to turn to sword practice in the end.
Fortunately, his talent in sword practice is astonishing. It only took him a hundred thousand years to reach the Dao realm. Now he has finally become a monk in the Dao realm, but his strength is far more than that.
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The greatest reliance of a sword cultivator is his unparalleled attack power. With the blessing of such attack power, Zheng Yilong has become the most terrifying creature on the road to immortality. Very few monks can survive a single move in his hands.
Even thousands of years ago, he personally killed a wanted criminal who had reached the Dzogchen realm.
He is also the absolute powerhouse who recently ranked second on the most wanted list of the Trialist Alliance.
Today is the second time Zheng Yilong takes action in the past ten thousand years, but the target is also a wanted criminal with extraordinary talents.
He knew something about Yang Huang, and he practiced the "**Xuan Gong" for him for no other reason than that, and his cultivation had actually reached the Taoist realm.
This alone is enough to make Zheng Yilong jealous.
This technique was something that even he couldn't practice, but why did the young man in front of him practice it?
"Tell me your experience in practicing "**Xuan Gong", and I will spare your life!" Zheng Yilong was full of confidence. He was one of the three leaders of the Trialist Alliance, and his cultivation had reached the Great Perfection of the Tao Realm.
And he is a swordsman himself, with unparalleled attack power.
No matter how weird Yang Huang's attack methods are, there is no way he can be his opponent, and the only thing he wants to know is why Yang Huang can practice "**Xuan Gong", which is also the purpose of his coming here.
"Then you'd better kill me quickly." Yang Huang shrugged his shoulders and took a puff of cigarette at the same time, not looking at Zheng Yilong at all.
In his opinion, after all, his clone is a sword cultivator, so his understanding of the sword is too deep, and he knows the biggest weakness of the sword cultivator.
However, he also knows that once one reaches the Tao realm, some weaknesses no longer exist. Even if they still exist, they will be weakened to the extreme. However, the ultimate attack power of the sword cannot be weakened, and will only become stronger.
This is also Zheng Yilong's capital for survival on the road to immortality.
"What an arrogant young man, but this is consistent with your status as a reward criminal." Zheng Yilong chuckled and shook his head, as if he was watching a child playing.
As Zheng Yilong spoke, his unsheathed long sword lit up, and an invisible sword intent went straight towards Yang Huang.
Yang Huang didn't even move. He knew that this was a test by the other party, but he was confident in his own mind and innate power. He believed that even the sharpest spear in the world could not damage his brain.
millimeter.
The sword intention did not stop, but went straight to the center of Yang Huang's eyebrows, and penetrated into his brain from the center of his eyebrows.
Zheng Yilong used his sword intent to attack the opponent's brain more than once. This move has proven successful time and again, because the focus of ordinary monks' cultivation is on the Dantian. Some monks will protect the heart, but few monks will make a fuss in their minds.
But he didn't know that Yang Huang was one of such minorities.
When the sword intention entered the courtyard of his mind, it was immediately surrounded by countless golden threads. It was refined by innate power almost instantly, turning into a trace of mixed energy, which was buried in the soil of the courtyard of his mind.
To the outside world, Zheng Yilong thought that Yang Huang had endured his sword force and was absolutely overwhelmed. His current calmness was all fake, so he took action directly.
The long sword in his hand emitted an extremely violent white light. This white light formed a terrifying white sword energy in the air. In the sword energy, there seemed to be thousands of invisible sword energy, and they all moved towards each other.
Yang Huang violently bombarded.
The speed of this sword energy is not too fast. This is partly because Zheng Yilong underestimates the enemy. He simply looks down on Yang Huang, a junior, and thinks that he can completely eliminate the opponent with one sword.
But something happened that surprised Zheng Yilong, and even shocked him. He saw a talisman seemed to appear in Yang Huang's hand, and then the talisman disappeared into a golden light.
Then he saw Yang Huang raise his hands and wave them casually to both sides. The white light sword energy seemed to be unable to sense the existence of Yang Huang. A mouth was opened in the middle, and the sword energy penetrated.
After catching Yang Huang, he continued to charge forward, and he didn't know where he hit in the void on the road to immortality.
"Are you carrying a heavy treasure?" Zheng Yilong frowned and spoke doubtfully. He had to doubt this, because Yang Huang's cultivation was clearly in the middle stage of the Tao realm. Even a random sword energy from him should be enough to make him
It's only right to lose your life.
Yang Huang did not respond, he just closed his eyes, and the next moment, Zheng Yilong only felt a chill in his back, because a breath of the same origin as him suddenly appeared behind him.
Zheng Yilong swept his consciousness and discovered a figure that was exactly the same as Yang Huang, except that this figure held a long sword as black as ink in his hand, and this Yang Huang looked even more indifferent.
This is of course Yang Huang's clone. When the clone arrived, Yang Huang directly used the invisibility technique to hide in the space.
After he saw that Zheng Yilong was a swordsman, he actually decided to fight with his clone.
The clone has been practicing in the underworld for such a long time, coupled with the continuous infusion of innate purple energy, it has long since consolidated the immortal body of the Great Destruction Self, and under the influence of the unknown aura before, it has advanced by leaps and bounds to the great level.
Destroy me from the middle stage of my immortal body.
His current physical body can also become the first level of his immortal body.
After Yang Huang reached the middle stage of the first level of immortality, he actually had a strength that was not weaker than that of any Taoist realm. Coupled with his swordsmanship, he could definitely fight Zheng Yilong in front of him.
"So that's it. It seems that you have a clone whose strength surpasses the original one. But what's the use? Your result will still not change, because it is absolutely impossible for you to defeat me!" Zheng Yilong said in an arrogant tone.
Then a large amount of steam rose up from his whole body, shrouding his whole body in it.
Immediately afterwards, he let out a loud roar, and all the steam seemed to be solidified, became straight, and divided into extremely sharp swords.
Each of these breaths composed of steam possesses a hint of Zheng Yilong's sword intent, and contains destructive power that can destroy everything.
Yang Huang just held the Black God Sword tightly in his hand and stood there with a cold expression, as if he was not afraid at all. He found that Zheng Yilong still saw him too clearly. The intensity of the steam containing the sword's intention was too weak, even if he stood where he was.
Even if the ground was attacked from the front, it would not be able to harm his body at all.