Chapter 278: The River of Blood to the Sword

With Yuan Tu sword on his neck, Yang Zhao couldn't hide a trace of fear on his face, but he still said with a strong voice: "I am a disciple of the Chan Sect, the third generation of the Jade Ding Zhenren, the eight most holy masters, and the Jade Emperor above Xuanqiong, which is my uncle. How dare you be rude to me? Aren't you afraid of entering the immortal platform and turning into dust?"

Life was hanging in people's hands, Yang Zhao was frightened, but he didn't even care about his own face. He hurriedly moved out of the Pang family behind him, hoping to shock Yuantu and turn danger into a barrage.

A hint of mocking flashed across Yuan Tu's mouth, he ignored Yang Zhao's shouts, but stared at Yang Zhao coldly!

Seeing that Yuan Tu was unmoved, Yang Zhao said frightenedly: "Rareless! Why don't you let go of the summit quickly..."

Yuan Tu's expression turned cold, Yuan Tu's sword swung lightly, and instantly continued to mount it on Yang Zhao's neck.

Yang Zhao felt a sudden burst of fire that penetrated his bone marrow and even penetrated his soul from his right arm, but he saw that his entire right arm actually flew out of his body and gently suspended in front of him. Yuan Tu actually ruthlessly cut down one of Yang Zhao's arms with a ruthless sword.

Yang Zhao hadn't reacted for a moment, but when the right arm that was flying in front of him was spitting out of Yuan Tu's mouth turned into the ultimate yin blood fire, the pain that penetrated into the soul finally made Yang Zhao scream in a shrill scream!

How did Yang Zhao think that Yuan Tu was so cruel and decisive?

Hearing his nephew Yang Zhao's shrill scream in his ears, Yang Zhao's heart-wrenching soul trembled.

"Stop, don't hurt Zhao'er, I will give you Lingying. As long as you let Zhao'er go, everything will be up to you!"

Yang Zhao did not dare to use the spiritual infant in his hand to control Yuan Tu. From Yuan Tu's cold and ruthless and even cruel eyes, Yang Zhao had no doubt that the other party would definitely dare to kill Yang Zhao, and would not care about how big the background Yang Zhao had. He would definitely kill him first.

Yang Zhao hurriedly put away the Samadhi True Fire and flew the fire cage to Yuantu.

Yuan Tu still held the sword in one hand and held Yang Zhao's neck, who was screaming in pain, and brought the flying fire cage into his hand with the other hand.

A bloody splendor flashed in Yuantu's eyes, and the fire cage immediately collapsed. The lotus that protected the spirit infant also dissipated under the bloody splendor in Yuantu's eyes, revealing the extremely weak Five Elements Spirit Infant inside.

Yuan Tu looked towards the cave with a expressionless face. With a move, he saw Danbi Mountain, which turned into a size of a foot, and was like a magic weapon, flying in an instant. Yuan Tu sent the Five Elements Spirit Infant to Danbi Mountain, and saw that it had turned into a very faint shadow, flashing into Danbi Mountain, and disappeared.

Before the Five Elements Spirit Infant was corroded by the heaven and earth's vital energy and turned into ash, he escaped into Danbi Mountain and fell into a deep sleep.

Yuan Tu then threw Danbi Mountain towards the cave, but saw Danbi Mountain turning into an aurora and instantly sank into the cave of Tianyi Peak.

The immortals were very puzzled. Why did Yuan Tu throw this obviously powerful spiritual treasure into the cave? However, they realized in a blink of an eye that the ancient immortal named Yuan Tu, who was cold and ruthless in nature and decisive in killing was not Linghu. In other words, there was an ancient immortal in the cave. The person who was supposed to be attacked by the Yang family this time, the Daluo Golden Immortal Linghu.

Yuan Tu's eyes swept towards Liu Chanyi.

Liu Chanyi's already cold face looked even pale. She was reluctant to leave because this small tripod was most likely also a innate treasure, but if she was reluctant to leave, she had no choice but to hand it over, unless she wanted to watch Yang Zhao get cut off one arm again.

From Yuan Tu Bing's cold and cruel eyes and expression, Liu Chanyi knew that once she hesitated, it would only bring greater harm to Yang Zhao.

Therefore, Liu Chanyi's expression was stagnant, and a cloud light immediately burst out from above his head, and the soul-refining cauldron flew out.

After watching Yuan Tu call out the Soul Refining Cauldron and put it into the mud ball on his head, he thought Yuan Tu would release Yang Zhao immediately, but unexpectedly, Yuan Tu's sword was still on Yang Zhao's neck, without any sign of moving it away.

"Fellow Taoist, we have returned the spirit infant and the soul refining cauldron, why haven't we let go of the crow yet?" Yang Zhao gritted his teeth, held back his anger, stared at Yuan Tu, and said word by word.

No one has ever dared to threaten the Yang family, and no one dared to be rude to the Yang family. Unexpectedly, this time, they met an ancient immortal who acted decisively and ruthlessly and had a full breath of Shura.

Yuan Tu said lightly: "When did I say that you will release this beast after returning the Spirit Infant and Soul Refining Cauldron?"

Yang Zhao and Liu Chanyi's faces suddenly changed. In the distance, the grass-headed gods who had been struggling to resist the pressure were also surrounded by the huge pressure when Yuan Tu was born.

As Erlang Xiansheng and the private soldiers guarding Yang Jian, the true king of the Miaodao of Qingyuan, and the direct descendant of the Yang family's direct private soldiers, how can the grass-headed gods who have always been proud of being the direct private soldiers of the Yang family to endure their sons being held hostage and how can they sit down and watch the Yang family's dignity be provoked?

The grass-headed gods all had a fever and started to scream and scolded in anger.

"What a crazy and ignorant bastard, why don't you let go of my son quickly? Do you know that you have offended the Heavenly Power? Once this matter is reported to the Immortal Court, for the Supreme God of Haotian, you will deprive you of your immortal origin and be sent to the eighteenth level of hell. You will never turn over! Kneel down to apologize, otherwise you will not escape and walk on the immortal platform!"

"Noisy!" Yuan Tu's expression turned cold, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and a cruel look appeared. Yuan Tu Jian left Yang Zhao's neck, but slashed at the clamoring grass-headed gods like lightning.

I saw an extremely large blood-colored sword light plowing a huge gully through the void, and also clamoring the most fiercely more than a thousand grass-headed gods. With one sword, they plowed the flesh and blood and flesh, their souls were destroyed, and they were swept into the outside world by the clouds and valleys of the space, and they were annihilated!

The power of a sword is so powerful!

The grass-headed god in the realm of more than a thousand golden immortals was not even able to react, so he was turned into ashes by Yuan Tu's sword method.

The way of sword, the most killing power, combined with the way of Shura, the most fierce and fierce, and with one sword, the power of the sky will be broken!

Not to mention the Golden Immortal, even a famous immortal of Taiyi level, if he does not have the protection of the spiritual treasure at least at the acquired level, he will not be able to survive under Yuantu's sword.

Yuan Tu's cruel and decisive and cruel Shura style immediately shocked all the immortals who saw this scene, and a chill in their hearts.

The Grass Head God is the personal guard of the true king of Erlang Xiansheng, Yang Jian. Even the Supreme God of Haotian cannot be dispatched. The Grass Head God can be said to be the face of Erlang Shen and is also the representative of Erlang Shen.

Now, the three thousand grass-headed gods who came to cheer were killed by this ancient immortal named Yuantu, and nearly two thousand were damaged by the hundreds of them who were turned into gray by the blood evil sword energy. If this matter was made known to the Erlang Shen Yang Jian, who was already arrogant and vicious, he was afraid that a fierce battle would break out immediately and he would never stop until death!

Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun Yang Jian is an ancient god famous in the world of countless immortals. He has received countless incense from the mortal world and is even worshipped by countless immortals in the world, and is a heroic idol who is respectful and a god who stands upright.

It is completely unimaginable that once Yang Jian appears, the situation will be so shocking and intense.

Yang Zhao, who had originally wanted to get angry, saw more than a thousand grass-headed gods collapsed under Yuan Tu's ruthless sword, and even the soul had no time to escape. He was caught in the cracked out of the domain and was wiped out by Yuan Tu's ruthless method and was so scared that he swallowed the yelling and scolding that had reached his mouth back into his stomach.

Liu Chanyi's cold face also looked very ugly, and her eyes were even more afraid. However, she still calmed down the panic in her heart and said tremblingly: "What do you mean by holding my cousin Yang Zhao hostage?"

As if he was scared, when Yuan Tu Jian put Yang Zhao's neck on again, Yang Zhao could not react at all except for his trembling body and his face showed fear, and he did not even dare to say anything.

Yang Zhao was as proud as his father Yang Jian. Yang Jian was arrogant, but Yang Zhao was arrogant, and he was arrogant, with his family background and rare talent for cultivation. He practiced several times faster than ordinary immortals and achieved the level of ancient immortals, and was hailed as a genius.

In the Anatomy, he was deeply favored by all the masters and ancestors, so he developed a temperament that he did not take anyone seriously and was alone.

Immortals usually dare not offend easily for the sake of the Ancient Sect and the Yang family. Yang Zhao is not only able to enjoy the fairy worlds in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, but also in the Nine Xu Heavens. After all, the biggest force in the Nine Xu Heavens is the Immortal Court, and the Immortal Court is even close to the Yang family.

God Haotian Xuanqiong is Yang Jian’s uncle, and this relative relationship is deeper.

Although there is some disagreement between Yang Jian and Haotian Xuanqiong God, except for Yang Jian, the others of the Yang family are very enthusiastic about Haotian Xuanqiong God and have a very good relationship with Haotian.

Among them, Yang Zhao was particularly loved by Haotian and was specially named Liulang Xiansheng Zhenjun. This title was the same as his father Erlang Shen. In fact, Yang Zhao, who possessed the Daluo Xuanxian Taoist practice, could indeed deserve this title.

With Haotian's support, Yang Zhao, a group of famous disciples with prominent families in Jiuxu Tian Realm, are also among the top ten.

Yang Zhao has the capital to be arrogant, but this time, Yang Zhao has offended someone he shouldn't have offended.

He got into a man who had just ascended to the fairy world and had no idea about all the worldly principles of the fairy world. Moreover, this man was a man with a talent for practicing Taoism and a strong strength than him.

A person who dares to provoke Tianwei when he is unable to do so, let alone Yang Zhao, who is just a disciple of a noble family.

This time, the great loss was lingering on his opponent. Yang Zhao had never experienced it or even thought of it.

Perhaps Yang Zhao was destined to be in trouble. If he did not use the substitute doll in a hurry when he first fought Linghu, no matter what danger he encountered, he could use the substitute doll and escape at the most critical moment.

If Yang Zhao had learned that lesson and no longer came to find Linghu's trouble, he would not have ended up like this.

Now, his life is on the verge of his opponent, and the Nine Dragon Fire-Swallowing Armor was damaged again because of his battle with the Five Elements Spirit Infant and could not use its power. Even if the Nine Dragon Fire-Swallowing Armor was intact, facing the powerful power of the Supreme Sword that Yuan Tu showed one after another, Yang Zhao did not have the confidence to use the Nine Dragon Fire-Swallowing Armor to escape Yuan Tu's control.

"What do I want?" Yuan Tu sneered: "I have never offended you, but you have come to me again and again to find trouble for me, bullying others with power, wanting to seize my treasure, and even asking me what do I want? The Immortal Court has rules and laws. If I cannot enforce the law fairly, what qualifications does the Immortal Court have to manage the immortals in the fairy world? From beginning to end, you are forced to me, and I have to force you. Since you want to kill someone and seize treasure, how can I sit and wait for death! Wherever I talk about this, I have a clear conscience!"

Liu Chanyi said slowly, "I don't know why the grudge between my friend and my cousin has arisen. Now you have retrieved your treasure and you are not hurt by yourself. On the contrary, we were killed by a fellow Taoist with more than a thousand golden immortals with one sword, and my cousin was even cut off by a fellow Taoist. This time, even if I was wrong before, I have paid a heavy price. Please let my fellow Taoist let go of my cousin Yang Zhao. I will leave here later and will never come to find fellow Taoist again."

Yuan Tu sneered, and a sharp look flashed across his evil and handsome face: "You have to ask for any tragic price you pay, what does it have to do with me?"

Liu Chanyi said: "Then what do you want to let my cousin go?"

Yuan Tu's eyes swept towards the bright lotus lantern shining above Liu Chanyi's head.

Liu Chanyi, Yang Zhao, and even Yang Zhao, who was staring in a daze under Yuan Tu's sword, said sternly at the same time: "This is impossible! Don't even think about it!"

The Lotus Lantern is the natal magic weapon of the Three Holy Mothers and is also a symbol of the Yang family. How can it be handed over to people?

What's more, the Baolian Lantern was given by the Holy Mother, Nuwa, who dared to covet it? Unexpectedly, Yuan Tu was so bold that he turned his mind to the Baolian Lantern.

Yuan Tu sneered, and the Yuan Tu sword in his hand suddenly burst out with a fierce and fierce blood evil aura. A scarlet blood mist lingered around the sword. The scarlet blood evil aura was like a snake's faith, licking Yang Zhao's neck and skin on his face lightly.

Yang Zhao's whole body trembled violently, trembling, and his face said that it was as ugly as it was.

Liu Chanyi shouted suddenly: "No!"

Gripping his teeth fiercely, Liu Chanyi said with a blue face: "If I give you the lotus lantern, will you release my cousin Yang Zhao immediately?"

Yuan Tu said lightly: "Natural!"

Yang Zhao looked at Liu Chanyi in surprise and shouted: "Cicadayi, how can this make it? How can the Baolian Lantern be possible..."

Liu Chanyi turned around and shouted excitedly at Yang Zhao: "If it doesn't work, what should I do? If I don't hand over the treasure lotus lamp, will my cousin die?"

Yang Zhao looked at Liu Chanyi in surprise, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and said dejectedly: "Okay, you decide, as long as Zhao'er is safe, let's talk about the others when you go back."

Liu Chanyi turned around and faced Yuan Tu, saying word by word: "I hope fellow Taoists can trust their words!"

Yuan Tu looked at Liu Chanyi with a expressionless face.

Liu Chanyi took off the Baolian Lantern from the top of his head. As soon as he gathered his magic power, the bright colors of the Baolian Lantern suddenly disappeared. Then he pointed at Yuan Tu, and the Baolian Lantern slowly drifted towards Yuan Tu.

Yuan Tu's right sword was still firmly on Yang Zhao's neck, and his left hand waved the Baolian Lantern. Seeing the Baolian Lantern slowly rotated in his palm, Yuan Tu's expression moved, and the immortal consciousness divine thoughts penetrated into the restricted space of the Baolian Lantern. A powerful restriction almost instantly bounced out Yuan Tu's divine thoughts.

The Baolou Lantern is worthy of being an innate spiritual treasure. It also has the main thing. Yuantu’s divine thoughts are naturally impossible to attack so easily.

"Fellow Daoist, the Baolian Lantern is in your hands. Now, let go of my cousin Yang Zhao?" Liu Chanyi said.

Yuan Tu slowly moved Yuan Tu's sword away from Yang Zhao's neck and said coldly: "Get out!"

Yang Zhao lowered his head, his eyes filled with resentment that others could not see, and slowly flew towards Liu Chanyi.

Just as Yang Zhao left Yuan Tu far away and came to Liu Chanyi and Yang Zhao, Yang Zhao shouted shrillly: "Auntie, help my nephew destroy this sarcastic bastard!"

Yuan Tu's face suddenly changed, and a violent sense of aura came from the Baolou Lantern in his hand. The dazzling seven-colored colors suddenly rose up. Accompanied by the seven-colored colors, a solemn and holy figure emerged from the Baolou Lantern. A light palm fell on Yuan Tu's chest that was caught off guard! A majestic momentum was like a flood, surging by surging, and with a bang, it knocked Yuan Tu away hundreds of miles!

During the shock, Yuan Tu's entire body was blown away by the blow, and countless fine cracks were blooming. Blood-colored smoke flew out of the cracks, and a mouthful of golden immortal blood could not be suppressed from spewing out of Yuan Tu's mouth.

How did Yuan Tu expect that this attack actually came from the inside of the Baolian Lantern? And it was the owner of the Baolian Lantern who took action personally!

Although the attack on Yuantu this time was only the three saints of the Baolou Lantern, this primordial spirit is extraordinary. It is the combination of the primordial spirits of various layers of the primordial spirit inside the Baolou Lantern, as well as the soul branded soul combination in the core. The power of the primordial spirit clone is extraordinary.
To be continued...