Cultivator: Fighting God

Chapter 1126 Hometown Two Years Later (2000)
Ye Yang's eyes widened. He knew the strength of the flying scythe. He was at the peak of the fifth-order starry sky. He commanded the eight thousand warriors of the Yinlong Temple, and he was also the combat skill trainer of all the dragon warriors. The important task of the entire Yinlong Temple, even the flying sickle was defeated, what is the origin of this person?
Thinking of this, Ye Yang's heart trembled, and he lost Dao Yinlong Jue's true energy to heal the dragon's wounds, turned over and shot into the main hall.

In the distance, there is already a scene of changing colors in front of the world. In the vast main hall square of the Yinlong Temple, the statue of the dragon with a stone broad sword entangled has been stained with a lot of blood, and nearly a hundred dragon warriors are lying there dying. , Many of them even died, their bodies were torn apart, and their deaths were extremely miserable.

Below the stone statue, General Flying Scythe was lying on his back. A huge broad knife pierced through his body and nailed him to the ground. Flying Scythe's blood flowed down the stone steps. His face was pale. He was able to recover his vitality by himself, but in this state, his aura was very weak, and he was already close to death.

Flying scythe failed miserably!This thought lingered in Ye Yang's mind.

"What's going on..."

Ye Yang walked slowly into the main hall square.

Looking up, above the stone steps, on the huge dragon stone statue, a man in a black robe stood there, revealing a withered palm, holding a dark spear, his face could not be seen clearly, the whole body Everyone was shrouded in a cloak, but, as could be seen with the naked eye, small black things hovered and flew around him. They were poisonous flies that devoured each other, but they seemed to be surrounded by this immortal creature. People keep the general.

"Jie Jie, is there really no one in the Yinlong Palace?" The strange man in black laughed loudly, pointing the spear in his hand straight ahead, and shouted: "Old Qingxuan, your Yinlong Palace is apart from you!" , is it true that there is no young hero who can fight me?"

On the steps, the man in blue robe holding a wooden staff was Elder Qingxuan, his face was ashen, he looked at the strange man on the boulder, and said: "I am an old bone, but I can learn the secret of immortality from your lord, Let me also see how powerful this volume of the undead secret technique that Xuan Lian discarded is really powerful!"

The black-robed man laughed loudly, pointed at Elder Qingxuan, and laughed loudly: "Is there really no one in the Yinlong Hall? You actually want the guardian elder to do it yourself? Hahaha, Qingxuan, you are a respected elder, I But you are a new generation disciple of the Hidden Dragon Hall, do you really have the guts to fight against a younger generation?"

Elder Qingxuan's face was a little pale. He looked at General Flying Scythe who was dying under the stone statue, and then at the dragon warriors who died tragically. Is it true that there is no one in our Yinlong Temple? If the monster that tamed Yinlong Mountain was not injured by General Feijian not long ago, would you have won him? Hmph, the guardian dragon is in a dormant period, otherwise, it would have devoured you long ago !"

"Really?" The black-robed man let out a strange laugh and said, "Then, let the new generation of outstanding talents from the Yinlong Temple challenge me? As long as we can win the battle, Brother Huoli and I will leave immediately. How about not touching any plants or trees in the Hidden Dragon Palace?"

(End of this chapter)