The strongest cultivator in the heavens

Chapter 3 Anger
"My friend, my grandfather is the White-Browed Eagle King of the Devil's Cult, if you'd like to save face."

Zhang Wuji was tense, because he knew that if the young man in front of him wanted his life, it would be a breeze.

But before Zhang Wuji finished speaking, a ray of light flashed, and Zhang Wuji noticed that his neck felt cold.

"This"

Zhang Wuji subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch his own neck, and when he looked down and saw his blood-stained hand, his eyes widened instantly, and those eyes were full of fear.

"My lord!" Xiao Zhao on the side hurried up to support Zhang Wuji.

"You..." Zhang Wuji was still breathing, looking at Yang Wenhao full of hatred.

Yang Wenhao glanced at Zhang Wuji, who was lying in Xiao Zhao's arms with blood dripping from his neck, and then turned around to look at the words engraved on the wall.

[Detected the skill "The Great Teleportation of the Universe", whether to learn it or not. 】

"Learn, integrate the Great Teleportation of the Universe and the Dao of Heaven."

[Fusion needs to pay [-] points, whether to pay. 】

"Pay."

Although the [-] points he just earned were gone, he didn't feel sorry for him, becoming stronger was the kingly way, and if he wanted to earn points, there were plenty of opportunities.

Yang Wenhao had another exercise in his mind, and this exercise also increased Yang Wenhao's speed again.

However, Yang Wenhao didn't make any waves about it. He knew that the Great Teleportation of the Universe was just the top skill in this world, and there were other worlds that were more powerful than it. , it would be somewhat unrealistic.

What's more, the experience of this year made Yang Wenhao, who was originally taciturn, even more unwilling to say more.

He felt that it was true to say less and do more.

[Congratulations to the host for killing Zhang Wuji, reward 500 points]

[Congratulations to the host for completing the main task and getting the chance to return. The time limit is one hour, and the return will be forced after one hour. 】

"As expected of the protagonist, five hundred." Yang Wenhao smiled faintly in his heart.

"You! Why did you kill the young master? Do you have any grudge against him!"

An angry shout came from behind, and it goes without saying who it was.

"Obviously the young master didn't provoke you, why did you do that!" Although Xiao Zhao and Zhang Wuji had known each other for a short time, they had still gained a deep friendship. Now seeing Zhang Wuji die in front of her, Xiao Zhao would never want to see it .

"If you were given a choice, you die or he dies, who would you choose?" Yang Wenjie looked at Xiao Zhao indifferently.

"This..." Xiao Zhao hesitated.

Although she has friendship with Zhang Wuji, she would not choose the latter like a fool.

Seeing Xiao Zhao like this, Yang Wenhao smiled lightly: "This is human nature."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

Xiao Zhao looked at Yang Wenhao's leaving back, hesitated for a while, and finally followed.

Yang Wenhao, who was walking, saw Xiao Zhao following him, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"I think you should also go to Guangmingding. Aren't you afraid that Zhang Wuji's grandfather will take revenge on you?" Xiao Zhao stared at Yang Wenhao's calm face, trying to see a trace of fear.

But in the end Xiaozhao was going to be disappointed, Yang Wenhao didn't show any expression, just like that indifferent look.

The place where Yang Wenhao was before was the secret path of Guangmingding. As long as you walk along it, you can go straight to Guangmingding.

Yang Wenhao naturally knew about it, so he walked towards it without hesitation.

Now he is racing against time, within an hour he will get the Yitian Sword.

If other people wanted to get the Yitian Sword from Miejue Shitai within an hour, it would definitely be impossible.

Just because others can't do it doesn't mean he can't do it. For him, one hour is enough.

At this time, the Guangmingding has already flowed into rivers of blood, the six righteous sects of the world have already entered the Guangmingding, and the devil's religion is already in danger.

"Boom."

There was originally a loud bang, but at this time the Demon Cult hall was already full of killing sounds, no one noticed at all, and everyone was concentrating on dealing with their own opponents.

From behind the broken wall, a man and a woman came out, and this man and woman were Yang Wenhao and Xiao Zhao.

Zhang Wuji was dead, so Yang Wenhao didn't have to choose among them.

Yang Wenhao's expression froze, his goal was right in front of him.

Since he killed Zhang Wuji just now, he has had an hour, and now one-fifth of it has passed. If he doesn't hurry up, he will have no chance when the time is up.

So Yang Wenhao immediately decided to make a move.

"who!"

Miejue Shitai is not a vegetarian either. As a grand master of the first generation, his strength is not weak, and a sudden sword light made him dodge subconsciously.

But after all, he was still a little slower and was hit by the sword light.

Under the shocked gazes of those around, Miejue Shitai was being held around his neck with a sword by a young man who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Who are you!" Even though the neck was held with a sword, Miejue Shitai did not show any weakness.

"Hand over the Yitian sword and I won't kill you." Yang Wenhao only wanted the Yitian sword, and didn't want to hurt innocent people.

Although Miejue Shitai may have many lives in his hands, none of them have anything to do with him, he only needs the Yitian Sword.

"Huh, don't even think about it!" At this time, Miejue Shitai had already regarded Yang Wenhao as a member of the Demon Cult.

"Then I'm sorry." Yang Wenhao's expression flickered, he didn't want to waste any more time, since Juejue Shi was too unwilling to hand it over by himself, then he would do it himself.

"Little brother, be merciful!"

Suddenly a voice came, calling out to stop Yang Wenhao.

Yang Wenhao turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice, only to see an old man who was over half a hundred years old and looked like a fairy standing out.

"Under Song Yuanqiao, I don't know where the little brother came from. I don't seem to have seen the little brother before."

Song Yuanqiao was very polite, even though Yang Wenhao's sword was still on Miejue Shitai's neck at this time.

"Song Yuanqiao, why are you talking nonsense, kill this devil boy quickly." Miejue Shitai shouted.

"Master, I don't think this little brother is a member of the Demon Cult." Song Yuanqiao looked at Yang Wenhao: "I don't know if what I'm saying is right."

Everyone looked at Yang Wenhao, and they all felt that Yang Wenhao's sudden attack on Master Miejue was naturally a member of the Devil's Cult.

"Yes, I am indeed not a member of the Devil's Cult." Yang Wenhao said: "But it doesn't seem to have anything to do with whether I am a member of the Devil's Cult."

"Little brother, do you want the Yitian Sword?" Song Yuanqiao asked.

"I feel that you, an old man, are talking nonsense." Yang Wenhao's face was indifferent. These years of life made him a person who doesn't like nonsense very much.

"Father, this kid is so rude, kill him."

When Yang Wenhao said this, Song Yuanqiao did not get angry, but a young man who was similar to Yang Wenhao standing beside Song Yuanqiao was full of anger.

"Qingshu, no, you're being rude." Song Yuanqiao glared at the young man beside him, then turned to Mijue Mietai: "Master, since this little brother wants to rely on the Heavenly Sword, why not give it to him."

Song Yuanqiao's meaning is very simple, life is more important than a sword.

Miejue Shitai naturally understands this truth. In fact, no one wants to die in vain, but she is very face-saving.

Yang Wenhao was like this just now, if she agreed, wouldn't she be ridiculed by the world.

Now that Song Yuanqiao gave her the steps to go down, then she went down the slope, but...
"Zhiruo, bring him the Yitian Sword." Miejue Shitai shouted.

"It's the master."

Immediately afterwards, a beautiful woman came to Yang Wenhao, holding an unsheathed sword in her arms.

Seeing this sword, Yang Wenhao knew that it was the Yitian Sword in comparison.

Yang Wenhao just wanted to reach out to take it, but a sense of crisis suddenly flashed in his heart.

"bang"

The two sides face each other.

Yang Wenhao took a few steps back, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he looked at Miejue Shitai not far away with a cold face: "You lied to me!"

Compared with Yang Wenhao who took a few steps back, Miejue Shitai looked at Yang Wenhao with a frown, although she was a step backward.

"So what if I lied to you." Miejue Shitai said proudly, "You, an unknown person, dare to ask me for the Yitian sword. You really don't know what to do."

"Okay. Okay." Yang Wenhao glared at Miejue Shitai. He wanted to give Miejue Shitai a face because he was not bad in nature. As long as he got the Yitian Sword, he could let her go.

But now he has changed his mind.

It's really me giving you life, but you are desperately looking for death.

In an instant, Yang Wenhao's figure flickered, and several 'Yang Wenhao' appeared in this hall.

Seeing those Yang Wenhaos, Song Yuanqiao was suddenly shocked: "No, those are all afterimages."

But Song Yuanqiao shouted out at this time, but it was still too late.

I saw that Miejue Shitai, who was still complacent, had been pierced through the chest by a sword at this time, spitting out blood, and staring at the murderer in front of her with wide eyes.

"Why are you so fast."

Before he finished speaking, Miejue Shitai fell to the ground with a thud.

"Master!" Zhou Zhiruo stepped forward to check how her master was doing.

But after checking, Zhou Zhiruo's face was ashen.

"Masters, please avenge my master!" Zhou Zhiruo's master died, and she also knew that she was defeated by Yang Wenhao, so she thought of the masters from the Six Sects.

But Yang Wenhao, who saw all this in his eyes, still stood there with cold eyes. If someone wanted to make a move, he didn't mind killing more.

But what was different from what Zhou Zhiruo thought was that when she said this, the uncles of the other five sects all showed hesitation.

They all saw clearly the scene of Yang Wenhao's attack just now, and they didn't think they could do what Yang Wenhao did to kill Miejue Shitai with one attack.

Since it can't be done, then making a move is tantamount to courting death, and it's just to be buried with Miejue Shitai.

"Zhiruo." Song Yuanqiao said, his eyes full of sighs: "In the final analysis, your master did something wrong."

"Uncle Yuanqiao." Zhou Zhiruo looked at Song Yuanqiao with tears in her eyes.

"Give the Yitian Sword to this young hero." Song Yuanqiao was helpless.

It's not that he doesn't want to make a move, it's just that his reputation is not right, and even if he makes a move, he still feels that he will not be Yang Wenhao's opponent.

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