Male supporting role is not a stepping stone

Compared to the worried people in the sect, Yang Yan himself was very calm. He was no longer the same person he was ten thousand years ago. After so many years of training, his soul had become incredibly strong.

If he was compared to a drop of water back then, he was now a vast ocean. Tiandao wanted to tear him apart like he did back then, but he had to see if he had that much energy.

The thunder force that gathered the power of the entire world almost instantly destroyed the outsider's body. Tiandao was very proud, and a translucent human figure was looming in the center of the explosion.

"I caught you." Yang Yan, who was thought to have been completely destroyed, suddenly appeared behind it. His soul turned into a giant, with a palm bigger than a mountain, and caught it in his hand before it could react.

Tiandao: "!"

How is it possible? Tiandao was terrified and wanted to break free, but found that after losing his □□, the soul burst out with even more powerful power, and no matter how it struggled, it could not escape his control.

Why? It is the Heavenly Dao, and all the creatures in this world are under its control. A mere mortal can actually catch it!

"Do you think I will be at your mercy like last time?" Yang Yan tightened his five fingers and sneered.

He knew very well that no matter how strong he trained his body, it would be useless, because he would definitely leave this world in the end, and would not ascend to the upper realm as others thought.

So he basically did not practice for ten thousand years, but kept using the methods he came up with to refine his soul. As he expected, after his cultivation was full, the Heavenly Dao really showed up and planned to destroy him.

At this time, Yang Yan had already felt the call of the system, but he did not leave his body and return to that space, but confronted the Heavenly Dao head-on, because he was very curious about this thing.

He just had a feeling that the Heavenly Dao should not be like this. It should be ruthless and objective, and would not arbitrarily strengthen a person's luck based on his own preferences and affect the direction of the whole world.

"Let me see, what on earth are you?" Yang Yan said as he stretched out his other hand, grabbed Tiandao's virtual head, and tried to crush it.

"Stop!" Tiandao struggled violently, "Let me go, or you will regret it."

"Hmph!" If Yang Yan would be threatened by it, he would not do such a heaven-defying thing. After hearing its words, he not only did not stop, but increased the strength of his five fingers.

"Stop-stop-" Tiandao made a painful sound, but the other party did not intend to listen to it. Seeing that his head was about to be crushed, he suddenly shouted, "Go to hell-"

The virtual body suddenly turned into a huge dazzling ball of light, and then the ball cracked inch by inch, and a more dazzling white light burst out from the middle, and the power that was enough to destroy the world spread in all directions.

Yang Yan's soul was shaken by the terrifying explosion and flew backwards, but at this time he did not care about the pain of his soul being burned, and quickly leaned down and rushed down.

The self-explosion of the Heavenly Dao occurred in the sky thousands of miles above. In addition to hitting him, the rest of the power was quickly rushing towards the world of cultivation. Once this attack was implemented, the entire world of cultivation would be destroyed.

Fortunately, he was in the state of spirit and soul now, and the air had almost no obstruction to him. After trying his best to catch up, he finally turned into a thin barrier at the last moment, barely blocking most of the power.

Although some of it still spilled out, it might bring some disasters to the world of cultivation, but at least it was not a disaster, and it would be repaired sooner or later.

Yang Yan, who directly bore this attack, almost consumed the results of his cultivation for thousands of years. He only had time to see the world he protected, and then fainted.

The people on the ground who had been paying attention to the sky looked at each other, not understanding what was going on. Wasn't the ancestor going through the tribulation? Why was this movement different from what they knew?

If it was a failure, they saw with their own eyes that the ancestor's spirit condensed in the air, and then rose into the air and disappeared.

If he succeeded, there was no legendary ladder to heaven, no auspicious light to greet him, and he disappeared without a sound.

The cultivators in the Crossing Tribulation Stage, including Zhuang Jingfu, were stunned for a moment and suddenly burst into tears.

They just felt that the vague sense of shackles that had existed since they entered the Crossing Tribulation Stage suddenly disappeared without a trace, and they had a premonition that the curse that no one could ascend for a long time had been broken, but the person who did this was unknown whether he was alive or dead, and his whereabouts were unknown.

***

When he woke up again, Yang Yan found that he had returned to the space constructed by the system.

"Host, host, you are awake~" The system came over hesitantly when he opened his eyes.

"Hmm..." Yang Yan rubbed his head which was in pain as if it was torn apart, "System, are you afraid?"

"Ah?" The system jumped and stammered, "No, no..."

"To be precise, you are afraid of me," Yang Yan found that the pain could not be relieved by rubbing it twice, so he simply gave up and looked up at it, "Why?"

"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense." The system quickly denied three times.

"Okay, let's go to the next world!" Yang Yan looked at it seriously for a while and didn't bother about this issue anymore.

"Okay, okay." The system breathed a sigh of relief, stammered in response, and quickly activated the energy to send him to the next small world.

Yang Yan's spirit slowly faded from the space, but before he left completely, he suddenly said something: "The way you look looks a bit familiar to me."

The system jumped up with a "Wow--" and was about to ask him what he meant, but when he looked again, he had completely disappeared.

"Did the host find out?" The system was in a panic. After a while, it calmed down and comforted itself, "It's impossible. It must be a scam. I won't be fooled!"

After a while, it suddenly remembered something and said to itself, "Huh? It seems that I forgot to give him the host's reward!"

***

In the empty and cold stone room, Yang Yan slowly opened his eyes. His head was still throbbing with pain, which made the energy in his body become a little unstable. He suppressed it with his willpower.

"Master, something bad has happened!" At this moment, an urgent call came from outside the door, "The saint and the saint were kidnapped by the people from Qinjiazhuang. They held a martial arts conference and said they would do it in front of everyone. Execute her!"

It turned out that the plot had already progressed to this point, and Yang Yan suddenly realized. He thought for a while, withdrew his suppression, and allowed the true energy to run rampant in his body.

The people outside the door saw that there was no movement inside after shouting for so long. Just when they were surprised, a terrifying explosion suddenly came from the house.

The huge air wave even flew the iron door that weighed more than a thousand kilograms away. Fortunately, he avoided it in time and was not crushed underneath. However, he did not avoid the smoke and dust, which made him disgraced.

All the people nearby were attracted by the movement here. When they arrived and saw the scene here, they were frightened and rushed into the house: "Leader!"

I saw a mess inside, with only a few candlesticks and other items broken into pieces, and the man was lying on his side on the stone bed, his life or death unknown.

Someone came forward to check and found that he was still alive, but his face was as golden as paper, his breath was weak, and there was a large amount of blood on his chest. It was obvious that he was seriously injured. He hurriedly ordered: "Quick! Go and get the strange doctor! "

He also ordered people to carry him back to the dormitory. Soon the strange doctor with white hair and beard arrived. He stepped forward to feel his pulse and said: "The leader is not seriously ill, he is just obsessed."

"Obsessed? Is that all?" After hearing the first half of his sentence, several people were relieved, but were stunned by the second half of his sentence. The one with a bad temper scolded him on the spot, "You are a quack, do you know how to treat a doctor?" ?”

"I don't know how, why don't you come?" The strange doctor glanced at him indifferently, and he was so frightened that he swallowed back all his words, looked at the sky and the wall, but did not dare to meet his eyes.

However, the strange doctor didn't have the time to compete with him. He quickly injected the needle in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, he pricked the person on the bed into a hedgehog. He said in a very calm tone: "I will prescribe a prescription and take it after the leader wakes up." You can adjust your breathing next time, but remember not to use force for three months."

After that, he walked straight to the table, took out a pen and paper and danced about it, then threw away the pen and walked away.

The strange doctor has always had such a moody temperament, and even the leader of the church often refuses to give him face, otherwise he would not be called "weird".

Moreover, he is a master of medicine and poison, and even more proficient in applying poison. Most people would not dare to provoke him.

After the person left, everyone looked at each other and subconsciously stayed away from the person who just cursed angrily.

The man was crying and regretful in his heart. Why couldn't he control his temper?

Now, people who offend the strange doctor usually don't end well. Is it too late for him to escape from the cult now?

It turned out that it was too late, but a moment later, malignant sores suddenly began to appear on his face one after another. In the blink of an eye, he changed from a decent-looking young man to an ugly and disgusting leprosy.

Everyone was shocked. They had never seen the strange doctor approach him at all. When and how did the poison get to him?

The man screamed and knelt on the ground, his face scratched with blood, but no one dared to step forward to stop him, for fear that if they got close, they would be contaminated by his poison and end up like him.

It was at this time that Yang Yan "woke up". He snorted and sat up. As if he had not seen the farce in front of him, he took care of himself and pulled out the silver needles on his body.

Although he didn't say a word, everyone in the room was shocked. Even the poisoned man tightly closed his mouth, got up and left the room.