Taishang patriarch crawled out of the tomb

Chapter 5 Three years of lurking and three years later, I became the leader of the Demon Cult
In the marrow washing hall.

Yang Heng glanced at all the memories of his predecessor, knowing the wonderful past of his predecessor, and was amazed again and again.

Quite a book could be written.

The title of the book is "Three Years of Lurking and Three Years I Became the Leader of the Demon Cult"

"Sacred Sect of Tianxuan sent its predecessor and several geniuses of the same level to infiltrate the Heavenly Demon Sect in order to obtain the Heavenly Demon Sect's "Marrow Cleansing Technique"."

"The predecessor worked hard to lurk for three years and three years, but in the end he didn't get a sincere return, but the woman he loved became his mistress, and his family was assassinated."

"The predecessor learned the truth and came to question him, but his tendons were broken, his cultivation base was abolished, and he was thrown off the cliff.

"But I didn't want another good fortune under the cliff. The predecessor was not dead, and he used the marrow washing technique to wash the marrow and cut the veins for himself, and achieved the Heavenly Demon Body. After breaking through, his strength increased greatly. He killed all the lurkers in a fit of anger. They turned their heads into the Demon Sect."

"Since then, Tianxuan Sect has lost a genius, and Tianmo Sect has gained a ruthless leader."

Yang Heng recalled.

Can't help but sigh.

"Let me learn from you!"

"In the future, if I confront someone, I must beat them to death in person, and never give them a chance to fall off the cliff."

This is Yang Heng's experience looking through his memory.

The predecessor experienced trust and betrayal, a lifetime of ups and downs, great joy and great sorrow.

In the end, he was dyed with red hair, shrouded in ominousness, the oil lamp dried up, and died lonely and miserable in his later years.

"but."

"This is all in the past. Now, I have to get stronger first."

Yang Heng paced in the hall, thinking about the many backhands left by his predecessor.

Those latecomers are the capital for quick recovery and rise.

suddenly.

Yang Heng's eyes lit up, thinking of a backhand.

"It seems that in this marrow washing hall, the predecessor left a backhand. It was left by the predecessor when he first came to the marrow washing sect thousands of years ago. It's been too long, and the memory is a little fuzzy."

Yang Heng couldn't remember exactly what was behind it.

As he walked, he recalled.

Pass through the corridor and come to the inner hall.

In the inner hall.

On the cantilevered lampstand on the wall, the oil lamps are like beans.

The pale flame danced feebly, reflecting a painting on the wall.

This painting is a diagram of the meridians of the human body.

Yang Heng turned it over, but on the back was a picture of a saintess from the southern country coming out of the bath.

In the eyes of lsp, this may be a color map.

But actually.
Yang Heng smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and tapped rhythmically on the "vital" parts of the portrait of the Saintess of the Southern Kingdom a few times, and the portrait suddenly flashed a white light.

"creak"

The floor of the inner hall is sunken, and an entrance to an underground chamber appears.

"The predecessor was really awesome, and used a color map to hide the opening restriction of the secret room."

Yang Heng praised.

In memory, there is a backhand hidden by the predecessor in this underground secret room, just in case it is needed.

just now.

In order to quickly recover his cultivation strength, Yang Heng had no choice but to use this backhand.

With anticipation and excitement, Yang Heng walked into the underground secret room.

Behind him, the color map flashed like a white light, automatically blocking all perception to prevent others from prying.

The cautiousness of the predecessor can be seen.

Follow the stone steps into the underground chamber.

There are night pearls on the wall of the secret room, illuminating the space of ten square meters.

Into the eye.

There is only one stone platform in the underground secret room, on which there is an ice coffin.

"What's in this coffin?"

Yang Heng pursed his lips in thought, but his memory was still vague.

"Crack"

Pushing away the ice coffin, white cold air rushed towards his face, making Yang Heng shiver involuntarily.

After the cold air dissipated, Yang Heng stared at the coffin.

Can't help but stay.

I saw a woman in blue lying in the ice coffin, holy and beautiful like a goddess.

She looks to be about 20 years old, with snow-like skin and a beauty mole at the corner of her eye, which makes her even more charming.

She lay quietly in the ice coffin, as if she was asleep. The blue skirt set off his curvy figure, making her a sleeping beauty.

Looking at the Sleeping Beauty in front of him, the memories in Yang Heng's head quickly rolled, and he suddenly remembered.

"This woman is the southern saint who was knocked unconscious by her predecessor thousands of years ago, and her soul was sealed and fell into a deep sleep."

"Possesses the spirit body of Taiyin, cultivates to the realm of the great sage, and the Yuanyin is still there."

"In case of an emergency, you can practice the Great Yin-Yang Harmony Kungfu with this female dual cultivator, devour her cultivation, and restore yourself."

"This is what the predecessor left behind thousands of years ago!"

Yang Heng thought of his predecessor's plan back then, and couldn't help but gasp.

shudder.

"Predecessor, you really are a ruthless stubble!"

"Who else in the world can think of such a backhand?!"

"Abducting a country's saints as a back-up, dual cultivators devouring her cultivation, is worthy of being the leader of the Tongtian sect of the Tianmo Sect, and the cruelty is evident."

Yang Heng sighs in admiration, he still has a long way to go in the future!
He reached out to touch the southern saint.

"buzz"

An arc of holy light emerged from her body and struck Yang Heng's finger, making the sound of striking iron.

This is the automatic body protection of the holy light that only the practitioners of the Great Sacred Realm can protect.

Yang Heng was taken aback.

"If my hand hadn't evolved into the Immortal Hand, my fingers would probably have been broken just now."

"The hand is already like this, so go to double cultivation with her, can I break the defense?"

"The auspicious red hair dried up his qi and blood, and his body withered like a mortal. This is probably the biggest reason why the predecessor didn't enjoy this backhand!"

Yang Heng sighed, looking at the southern saint in the ice coffin, he suddenly felt a...
Young people don't know the value of sex, but they feel helpless when they look at the sky and cry when they are old.

"Forget it, I can only keep this backhand."

Yang Heng shook his head and started closing the coffin, but stopped suddenly.

"After the predecessor abducted the saint of the southern country, the Southern Wilderness Kingdom has never given up looking for this saint over the years."

"It can be seen that the identity and background of this southern saint is not simple."

"If I'm found here, and I lose my cultivation, I'm afraid I will die!"

"Then, the only way is to kill her completely, and then destroy her body and traces!"

Yang Heng's eyes became cold.

"call out!"

The Immortal God's hand pointed out, directly pointing at the eyebrows of the saintess of the southern country.

"Wow~"

The body protector of the Saintess of the Southern Kingdom automatically protects her body with a white light arc, which hits Yang Heng's finger, sparking sparks.

If it is an ordinary person, even a saint, he will be cut off.

But Yang Heng's hand has evolved into a first-class innate indestructible hand, which is invulnerable to water and fire, and invulnerable to swords. Even without cultivation, it is unparalleled in sharpness.

now.

Yang Heng pointed out, ignoring the holy light protecting the body of the Saintess of the Southern Kingdom, and hit her directly between the eyebrows.

"When~"

Fingers collided with eyebrows, making the sound of fine iron clashing.

Between the eyebrows, a small cyan copper bell flashed away, blocking Yang Heng's sure-to-kill finger.

"A body-protecting artifact hidden in the soul?!"

Yang Heng was surprised.

In memory, in the Great Wilderness, the sword of the divine weapon that can be hidden in the soul is at least a quasi-emperor weapon.

Looking at this small cyan bronze bell, it is likely to be a quasi-emperor weapon.

"It seems that the identity of this southern saint is not simple, she is definitely not an ordinary saint."

Quasi-emperor utensils are rare.

Formerly the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect, his natal weapon, the Great Mill, is nothing more than a quasi-emperor weapon.

however.

This didn't make Yang Heng give up his murderous intent, but made him more determined.

Yang Heng continued to try, pointing out dozens of fingers in a row, poking the center of his eyebrows with his fingers, but all of them were blocked by the small blue copper bell.

Yang Heng stopped.

"I can't kill it, I have lost my cultivation base, and I can't activate the mighty power of the immortal hand, otherwise."

Yang Heng sighed, but his face became more serious.

"It seems that the first-level immortal hand cannot break the quasi-emperor weapon without the stimulation of cultivation base."

"Only by recovering your cultivation can you mobilize the Immortal Hand to kill this woman, but with this cultivation"

Yang Heng looked inside and couldn't help sighing.

This physical body suffered ominously, its energy and blood were exhausted, and its meridians were basically blocked and cracked.

He was not reconciled, and tried to cultivate the Heavenly Demon Tome, but he was in severe pain, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat.

A blocked meridian cannot carry external energy into the body at all.

"It seems that we have to find a way to open up the meridians!"

Yang Heng took a breath, closed the coffin board with a wave, and left the underground secret room.

In the secret room, silence was restored.

In the dark coffin.

The cold air was transpiring like white mist, wrapping around the whole body of the saintess of the southern country, drowning her.

suddenly.

Her eyelashes fluttered.
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Yang Heng returned to the front hall, feeling depressed and gloomy.

"The backhand here can't be used, so we have to use other backhands."

"The other closest successor is in the cave three hundred miles away from the Xisui Sect."

The predecessor of the cunning rabbit has three caves, and the rear hands are stored separately.

And three hundred miles away from the Sui Sui Sect, there is another backup.

"There is a batch of great medicine, which can restore the body's qi and blood and repair the meridians."

Yang Heng recalled.

The predecessor originally planned to use this batch of powerful medicine in the near future, but he did not expect the ominous red hair to come too violently, devouring the last bit of his cultivation and origin, and killing him.

"Now that there is no cultivation base, and the Great Desolation is full of dangers, the distance of three hundred miles is not far, and it is not close. How to get there, it is difficult!"

Yang Heng frowned.

Suddenly, his heart moved.

"By the way, I'm not alone, I still have three disciples!"

"These three disciples from the predecessor were quite filial. Inside the coffin was the wallpaper of the saint who was the favorite of the predecessor, and there was also a pillow of the saint."

"So many paper clothes, paper horses, and papers have been burned."

"May I ask Dahuang, is there such a filial disciple?"

Yang Heng sighed with emotion, and a gratified smile gradually appeared on his face.

"My disciple is the best disciple in the world!"

"Since that's the case, let my apprentice secretly go to that cave and retrieve this batch of great medicine."

was thinking.

There was a knock on the door outside the hall.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

Yang Heng was overjoyed, it must be my good apprentice.

He put down his teacup, straightened his hair, and smiled gratifiedly.

"As soon as I crawled out of the grave, my good disciples came to greet me."

"That's great! They are all filial disciples!"

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