[Chapter 1761: Ten Loose Immortals]
“What? Already here?” Miao Xuan exclaimed, looking around but seeing no one, thinking to herself: “Sure enough, he is not an ordinary person. I, a 5th-turn immortal, didn’t notice anyone coming, but he actually did.”
However, Miao Xuan did not doubt Yang Yiyu at all, because he had already proved his own extraordinary qualities with his strength and combat effectiveness.
Yang Yiyu nodded to Miao Xian and said: “Yes, he has already come, so I can’t run away, and I don’t want to run away. Senior Miao Xuan, please stay away. I don’t want to embarrass you.”
Hearing Yang Yiyu’s single tone full of determination, Miao Xuan knew that she could not persuade Yang Yiyu, so she sighed and turned away, because she had tried her best and couldn’t afford to interfere.
She knew that leaving was the right choice, after all, everyone else was killed by Yang Yiyu, but she was the only one who was fine, and she couldn’t explain it if someone saw her, so Miao Xuan left without hesitation.
As for Yang Yiyun, he was staring at the distant mountains. At this moment, they were actually close to the top of the 72 peaks of the second stage. It was estimated that they were only a thousand meters away from the 36 peaks of the third stage of the Supreme Mountain.
It was said that the expansion of the divine sense on the Supreme Mountain was limited, and he could not see beyond a thousand meters. However, with the help of the old man’s spiritual power, it was not surprising that he could find someone coming from the mountain a
thousand meters away. At this moment, in Yang Yiyun’s perception, there were ten powerful auras coming from all over the mountain top. Each of the ten auras was much higher than Wan Taiji’s level.
“Stinky boy, let others enter the Qiankun Pot space. The forces that came were all in the late sixth stage. They were far from being comparable to Wan Taiji’s level. They were not opponents at the same level, but would become a burden to you.”
At this time, the old man’s voice sounded in his mind.
When Yang Yiyun heard the old man speak, his face became solemn. He knew that under normal circumstances, the old man rarely spoke. Since the old man reminded him, he was definitely not an ordinary person.
The late sixth revolution is indeed considered a master. According to Miao Xuan’s previous narration, there are ten great immortal masters on the thirty-six peaks. Now it seems that these ten people should be the ones.
As for the immortal ancestor mentioned by Miao Xuan, he is at the peak of the sixth revolution, and he is an old monster who has been suppressed at the peak for thousands of years. Yang Yiyu doesn’t know whether he will come out today, and he has no idea at all. But the old man has not said anything to make him admit defeat so far.
I think the old man is still confident, right?
Of course, Yang Yiyu knows that he can’t rely on the old man for everything.
Although this Supreme Mountain is the old man’s dojo, the old man hasn’t been here for a long time. In addition, the biggest disadvantage is that the old man is still a soul after all. He can’t come out. At the critical moment of life and death, he may have to rely on himself.
Then Yang Yiyun told Sister Mei and the others about it, and took them into the space of the Qiankun Pot. Of course, Sister Mei and the others wanted to stay, but in front of the domineering Yang, all resistance was in vain. After greeting them, he took them all into the space of the Qiankun Pot without saying a word.
It was at this time that ten powerful auras or a sixth-turn late-stage Sanxian master appeared in his sight thirty meters in front of him.
Ten sixth-turn late-stage Sanxian masters, seven men and three women, old and young appeared.
Each of them exuded a soaring aura.
No one spoke. After appearing in the field silently, they stared at Yang Yiyun with dog eyes.
In this atmosphere, if it were an ordinary cultivator, they would collapse in the face of the pressure of ten powerful Sanxian.
But Yang Yiyun happened to be an outlier.
Not to mention the pressure of ten sixth-turn late-stage masters on him, even if there were a hundred of them, it would not matter.
Because the old man’s soul power was on him, the momentum and pressure did not exist for him.
Whose coercive power can match that of a twelve-tribulation loose immortal?
Although the old man did not use his body to fight, he lent his soul power to himself. Under such circumstances, how could Yang Yiyu be frightened by the coercive aura of ten six-turn loose immortals?
None of the ten loose immortals spoke, and each of them looked very high-class.
However, Yang Yiyu ignored their aura and coercive power.
Now the faces of the ten loose immortals were different. Some had no expression, and some had twitching mouths…
It was like a punch hit a fist.
Finally, a boy who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old spoke.
“Little guy, you have some skills. You killed forty or fifty fifth-turn immortals in one breath. It’s good, but you’re wrong. You shouldn’t run wild in the Supreme Mountain.
No matter how capable you are today, you will die. No one can kill people recklessly in the Supreme Mountain, let alone kill dozens of immortals. This is different from the devil. I think you are really possessed by the devil. I will not be ashamed to eliminate you. My Tao heart will not be affected. Do you want to commit suicide, or let us do it?”
Yang Yiyu narrowed his eyes. His whole body reached the peak. He would not underestimate any enemy, even if the one who was bragging to him at this moment was a teenager.
Or rather, he was not a teenager at all, but an old monster who had been practicing for who knows how many years.
You can never judge between cultivators by appearance.
Listening to the young man speaking, Yang Yiyu slowly opened his mouth and said, “Someone said the same thing to me before, but he’s dead. Do you want to die too?
I just want to go to the top of the Supreme Mountain, and I have nothing to do with you. You high-ranking immortals are shameless and shameless.
You call in wave after wave of people, talking about benevolence and morality, and put big hats on my head, killing people as soon as you disagree with me.
You say I’m a demon? Then let me ask you, ask you… those immortals who robbed me before, who were greedy for my friends around me, and clearly wanted to take them for themselves, but found a lot of black hats for me, and wanted to kill me, are those bastards considered demons?
Are the immortals sent by your Sanxian Island to the world of cultivation to slay demons, colluding with the demon clan and attempting to destroy hundreds of thousands of disciples of my Yunmen Fairyland considered demons?
You or you can tell me, what is a demon? I, Yang Yiyun, am a demon, so are you guys considered demons too? Haha, you are so arrogant. When you beat the little ones, the big ones come. When you kill the young ones, the old ones come. As soon as you appear, you claim to be masters and strong men. All ten of you are shameless and shameless. At the same time, you release your pressure on me. Unfortunately, your little pressure is useless to me. Well
, now you are going to fight me without me kneeling under the pressure? Okay, let’s fight. Can we not be so pretentious and shameless? You come up with your eyes on your forehead, with an attitude of being the king of the world, and you ask me to kneel down and commit suicide…?
Haha, where does your self-righteousness come from? Who gives you the confidence? Let me commit suicide? You are nothing. Do you think that the late sixth-turn immortals are invincible?
Or have you old bastards been in this closed space of Sanxian Island for too long and lost your minds? Let me tell you, I have killed six-turn Sanxians on one hand…
If you want to fight, hurry up, don’t do those fake things, now I only believe in fists, today you want me to commit suicide, I also want to send you bastards to hell, it’s just killing, come on if you have the guts. “
Yang was facing ten scattered immortals in the late stage of the sixth revolution. The more he cursed, the smoother it became, and the angrier
he became. In fact, this was really the case. No matter what, these scattered immortals were all from the sect group, and they all had their own small circles. They were shameless. They said they were seeking revenge, but the hatred was ultimately caused by the forces of the holy lands looking for trouble with him.
Whether they were people from the holy lands of the cultivation world or scattered immortals from holy lands such as the scattered immortal island, they were all the same.
So the anger in Yang’s heart when he cursed not only did not subside because he had just killed dozens of scattered immortals of the fifth revolution, but it became even more angry.
There was no way. These people were too irritating and too much of a bully. The big bosses, the strong and the weak, were all high and mighty as soon as they opened their mouths, with a disgusting face that controlled life and death, and told you to die or live.
This feeling and attitude made Yang very uncomfortable.
“You…you…” The young-looking immortal raised his finger and pointed at Yang Yiyu, unable to speak.
The other immortal also had a pale and blue expression on his face. He could not bear to be cursed by Yang Yiyu. In their monastic life, it seemed that no one had ever cursed them like this.
(End of this chapter)
