Beiyin Great Sage Chapter 238

  Chapter 238 Here Comes (Ask for a monthly pass!)

  The fragments of the corpses on the ground were picked up one by one, put in special bags, then gathered together, and finally sent to the Eagle's Nest.

  The mist covering the Eagle's Nest has the ability to isolate the perception. The ordinary blood induction method cannot penetrate that barrier. With a little more time, the flesh and blood can be cleaned up.

  The higher the level of cultivation, the more contacts you have, and Zhou Jia becomes more cautious.

  There are countless weird methods in the market, including martial arts, origin techniques, curses, courage..., and even technology.

  Curse killing from space, blood induction, soul lock, these methods that were only rumored in the past, have been recorded in the library.

  In Fei Mu's world, there are legendary mages who use a piece of flesh and blood to lock their souls and kill people thousands of miles away, and there are also mysterious methods to track them thousands of miles away.

  As one of the top families in the military, the Ji family has a silver powerhouse in charge, so we can't be too careful.

  Since Ji Ze can salvage Ji Xian's body from this deep mountain, who can be sure that the Ji family can't find him from the clues left by the body?

   It must be cleaned up just in case.

   "Zheng...Zheng..."

  Someone took a bone and tapped it lightly on an iron tool. The bone didn't hurt a single bit, but a weapon that cut iron like mud made a gap.

   "This bone is comparable to the black iron black soldier!"

   "Zhang Bingzhong and Ji Xian are not weak in the late stage of Black Iron. Their bones are naturally different from ordinary Black Iron."

  Old Zheng waved his sleeves:

   "Pack up and don't move around."

"Yes."

   "I asked the people I knew, and only Walra had heard of something similar."

  Old Zheng handed over a jewel and said:

   "This thing should come from an ethnic group older than the Gong clan. It is similar to the magic weapon in Fei Mu's world, but the way is obviously different."

   "The Dili people call it a secret weapon!"

   Zhou Jia took the orb and looked at it carefully.

  Pearl Pearl is the size of a quail egg, the whole body is round, warm and smooth in the hand, as if there are stars in the sky undulating, beautiful and magnificent.

   This object was found from the body of Su Jiuye. It was inlaid on the jade belt around his waist, and it was also the key to his escape from Zhou Jia's men twice.

   "This kind of thing can swallow a certain degree of energy of the holder in an instant, and then inspire some wonderful abilities."

  Old Zheng continued:

   "Most of them are useless."

   "Such as releasing fireworks, creating a phantom, or even performing something like a shadow play, but there are exceptions."

   As he spoke, he pointed to the orb in Zhou Jia's hand:

   "It can take people a hundred meters away, almost without any restrictions, at least the means of the black iron realm should not be able to prevent it."

  Zhou Jia raised his eyebrows.

   This is simply a life-saving baby at critical times.

  Su Jiuye also relied on it to escape the lore twice.

   "There are also disadvantages."

  Old Zheng stroked his beard:

   "That is, every time it is cast, the energy required is extremely huge. Because it is swallowed in an instant, it is very likely to damage the original body of the body."

   "If the energy is not enough, it will directly consume life essence."

   "So, never use it continuously in a short period of time."

   Zhou Jia looked pensive.

  Thinking back on Su Jiuye's situation at that time, there was indeed something wrong. Wrinkles and white hair on the top of his head increased a lot.

  However, although there are disadvantages, the advantages are also obvious.

  You can't let it go.

   "Three days."

  Old Zheng rested for a while and looked up at the sky. Three scorching suns floated in the sky, a rainbow hung in the sky after the rain, and a few flying birds shuttled among the rays of light. He sighed in voice:

   "I'm afraid Yang Shizhen won't come, why wait?"

   "Wait another two days." Zhou Jia quickly answered:

   "Keep an eye on the movements of Xiaolang Island at any time. If it really doesn't work, we'll go back."

"All right!"

  Old Zheng got up and shook the dirt on his body:

   "Then wait with you for another two days. This time the eagle's nest can be said to have come out in full force, with several black irons guarding it, and your own people."

   "Unfortunately, the surname Yang is not fooled."

   As he spoke, he shook his head regretfully.

  In order to avoid future troubles and completely eliminate the turmoil in Jieshi City, Zhou Jia called almost all the black iron masters he could call.

  Yang Xuan, needless to say Feng Zhengqing who is still unclear about the situation.

  Old Zheng, Walla, and Xuan Ying, who had never seen the real face, also came, and set up many ambushes, and he himself was in charge.

  As long as you come, there will be no return.

  Even Yang Shizhen, known as the number one expert around Shicheng, is the same.

  Xiaolang Island.

  The atmosphere in the hall was dull.

  Everyone in the Xue family looked ashen, casting cold gazes upwards from time to time.

  The complexions of everyone in the Yang family were also ugly, with hesitation, worry, and panic, showing their eyes one by one, but no one dared to say a word.

  Yang Shizhen sat in the middle, her eyes lowered, and she remained silent for a long time.

   "No news yet?"

   "Return to the pulse master."

  Walking out alone, hand in hand to report back:

   "The two members of the Su family have not returned so far. The situation is unknown. The Su family is also in chaos. Zhou Jia is said to have sent a letter to the Tianhu Gang, saying that he is seriously injured and needs to rest. It is difficult to show up in a short time."

   "Senior Xue..."

  He paused and said:

   "Senior Xue's communication token has been moving in a small area, and the life fire in the ancestral hall has not been extinguished, so he must still be alive now."

   "It is very likely that you will be trapped in a certain place, and you will not be able to get out temporarily for some reason."

   "Main Master!"

  A Xue family member came out and said in a muffled voice:

   "My father is very likely to be in danger. As a child, I can't ignore it. Since the pulse master doesn't plan to make a move, then I'll just go by myself!"

   "Not bad." Someone snorted coldly, and the soundtrack was not angry:

   "The Xue and Yang families share the same spirit, after all, they still have two surnames. Since you are worried that it is a trap and you are afraid of being tricked, then our Xue family will do it ourselves!"

   "Brother Yuntai, why did you say that?" Someone from the Yang family immediately said:

   "Things are indeed wrong. So many masters went out of the city, but none of them returned. When the situation is unknown, it is very likely that they fell into someone else's trap."

"Yeah yeah!"

   "If you don't want to make a move, can't we go by ourselves?"

   "Four days, it's been four days, I haven't made a decision after thinking about it for four days, don't you want to wait until the ancestor of my Xue family dies?"

   "Gibberish!"

  In an instant, voices of arguing and consolation mixed together.

   There was immediate chaos in the field.

  Xue Lietu's situation is unknown, but there is only a warning message, so logically, he should help.

   But who is Xue Lietu?

  One of the only two late-stage black iron powerhouses on Xiaolang Island, if he loses and dies, how can the opponent be handled by others?

  If something happened to Yang Shizhen, Xiaolang Island would immediately lose its leader.

  Do you want to take this risk?

  Naturally, be cautious!

   "Four days!"

   Someone yelled:

   "Even if there was nothing wrong four days ago, the family ancestor was trapped outside for four days and there was no news. Now, the family ancestor may not be able to survive."

   "The sooner we go there, the sooner we may help our ancestors get out of trouble!"

   "You can't say that." One person whispered:

   "Nothing happened for four days, which means that Mr. Xue can endure it. Maybe in a day or two, he might come back by himself."

   "Yang Guan, what did you say?"

   "Are you looking for a fight?"

   "Boom!"

  Yang Guan's sarcastic remarks completely irritated the Xue family who had suppressed their anger for four days. The group roared to their feet and bumped into each other.

"Do not fight!"

"stop fighting!"

  The families of Xue and Yang have been married for generations. Yang's wife's surname is Xue, and Xue's wife's surname is Yang. There are many aunts and uncles in the palace, and they can all be connected.

   Now, everything is in a mess.

   "Peng!"

  Yang Shizhen jumped up and glared at the audience:

   "Stop!"

   "How decent!"

  The majesty of the pulse master for decades has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Although Xue's family members are very upset, they can't help but subconsciously stop their movements.

   "Main Master!"

  A Xue family member with a bruised nose and swollen face suppressed his anger and asked:

   "If you tell me the truth, will you make a move?"

"I…"

   "Report!"

   A loud shout interrupted Yang Shizhen's decision that was about to be blurted out.

   "Inner Gate Wu Shidao, visit the island!"

   "Master Wu?"

   "Wu Shidao, the inner sect core true biography, who is expected to be in the silver realm?"

   "How did he come here?"

   There was a silence in the field, and then there were whispers, everyone looked different, and even forgot Xue Lietu's situation for a moment.

  Gein, this Wu Shidao, can be said to be one of the most famous people in the Xuantian League's inner sect in the past thirty years, and his cultivation has reached the peak of black iron.

you can say it this way.

   There are not a few souls under this person who surpass Yang Shizhen in strength.

  With this identity and strength, the metropolis of the island will give several months' notice in advance, so that the people on the island are prepared in advance to welcome them, but now they suddenly landed on the island.

   "Wow!"

  Yang Shizhen shook his sleeves and stepped down:

   "Follow me to welcome Brother Wu!"

  Wu Shidao was dressed in a dark green robe, embroidered with cloud patterns, his eyebrows were drooping, and his fingers were slender and slender under the long sleeves, making women ashamed.

  His age is obviously over fifty, but judging by his appearance, he is only in his thirties.

  He has the stability of middle-aged people and the vigor of young people, but he does not have the stagnation of old people. He is more elegant and leisurely, extraordinary and refined.

  He sat upright in the middle of the hall, with a peaceful and serene expression, and his every move was natural and unrestrained, like a banished immortal.

  Although the temperament is good, no one in the field relaxes.

  Even Yang Shizhen tensed up subconsciously.

  This Wu Shidao has an extraordinary temperament, but he is definitely not a good person. He probably has more lives in his hands than the people on Xiaolang Island, so he is firmly seated at the core of the inner sect.

   "What's the trouble?"

   Scanning the audience, Wu Shidao gently shook his head:

   "Everyone has a bruised nose and a swollen face. If they have no strength to use, they go outside to kill beasts and zombies. What's the point of attacking their own people?"

   "Brother Daoist Wu." Yang Shizhen bowed his head:

   "A misunderstanding."

   "Misunderstanding?" Wu Shidao turned his head sideways, his voice was cold:

   "As the master of the lineage, you can't even restrain the disciples of your own family. If you let them make a fuss here, can a misunderstanding be explained?"

"Um?"

  Yang Shizhen turned pale:

   "Brother Dao taught me the lesson!"

   "The thirty-six branches of the outer sect were divided out in the past to continue the inheritance when necessary, and to select outstanding people from all over the place." Wu Shidao reprimanded:

   "Look at what you have done now. You have turned Jin Huang's lineage into a private family, and the disciples of the disciples have fought privately. They have not made any achievements for many years!"

   "The Lord of the Line..."

  He looked at Yang Shizhen, and suddenly waved his sleeves.

   "Boom!"

  Steep strong winds on flat ground.

  The blue sky and white sun seemed to suddenly become dark and dull, and Yang Shizhen's breathing was even more stagnant, and only one long sleeve that covered the sky and the sun was waved off his head in his perception.

Danger!

"what!"

  With a roar, the source of power in his body surged out, and the Jinyu Gong was running crazily, his body almost turned into a body of gold and jade, and he raised his palms to greet him.

   "Boom..."

   Vigorous roar.

  Yang Shizhen's body in the late stage of Heitie lifted off the ground, was thrown flying by his sleeves, and hit the wall behind him heavily, his body slipped softly.

   Landed silently, only the slight ups and downs of his chest and abdomen proved that he was still alive.

   Until then, Wu Shidao's voice came, without any pause.

   "It's so vulnerable!"

   There was silence in the field.

  All the disciples on Xiaolang Island showed fear and lowered their heads.

  Wu Shidao's name, they have heard about it for a long time, but they don't have a specific impression. Today, they really saw the strength of the other party.

  Black Iron Peak!

  Under the silver, a well-known existence.

  In their eyes, the pulse master whose strength is unpredictable is in the hands of the opponent, and he can't even get away for a round, which is simply terrifying.

   "After the Black Iron... in the middle stage, how many people are there? All stand up."

  Wu Shidao frowned, intending to call out the late stage of Heitie, but when the words came to his lips, he shook his head helplessly and changed the late stage to the middle stage.

  The crowd heard everything, and three people stood up.

   "Black iron under the age of thirty, come out."

   After a while.

  A person walked out from the crowd.

"Ah…"

  Wu Shidao looked up to the sky, seemingly speechless:

   "The surrounding area of ​​Xiaolang Island is thousands of miles away, with a population of millions, and an unknown number of ethnic groups. Only a few people have been able to see it for so many years?"

   "Thirty-six branches have the task of discovering talents and inheriting martial arts. Is this what you do?"

   "Jin Huang's lineage, I'm afraid it has become two private families!"

   "Back to senior." Someone whispered:

   "A few people are not on the island."

   "Oh!" Wu Shidao raised his eyebrows:

   "How many people are there?"

   "Two...two people."

   "Hey!" In addition to the people from Xiaolangdao, there are also some inner disciples of the Xuantian League in the hall, and this is a black-faced man stepping out:

   "Senior brother, Mo Nu, the lack of people doesn't mean anything. A silver is stronger than tens of thousands of black irons. Maybe there are people with extraordinary talents here."

  He twisted his neck and said:

   "The inner sect has something to order, and I need your help, but you can't do it."

   "Under Duguzang, I just achieved the middle stage of Black Iron a few years ago, and I just want to see the master's methods of Jin Huang's lineage?"

   "Who will enlighten me?"

  The three black iron mid-terms looked at each other and exchanged secretly for a while, before one of them stepped out and cupped his hands cautiously towards the other.

   "Yang Xie, please advise."

"it is good!"

   Duguzang opened his eyes wide, stomped on the ground with one foot, and rushed forward:

   "Catch the punch!"

  His punch is powerful, like a mountain avalanche, before the punch strikes, Yang Hao feels his breathing is stagnant, he feels fear, and subconsciously takes a defensive position.

   Wu Shidao, who was sitting in the main seat, frowned.

  A group of disciples from the inner sect of the Xuantian Union smiled happily, even a little disdainfully.

  If you are not good at martial arts, you can practice it, even if you don't have enough courage. Could it be that this middle-stage black iron cultivation base was learned from the gentle village?

   "Peng!"

   "Peng!"

   Dugu Zangquan is like a heavy hammer, when a punch hits, the air in front of the fist seems to be rippling, which also makes it more difficult for Yang Xuan who is on the defensive.

   Jin Yugong, who was fully motivated, and his indestructible body also trembled slightly.

   After just a few breaths, there are signs of failure.

   "That's all you can do?"

   Duguzang roared while throwing his fist:

   "In the middle period of black iron, you can't even fight back in front of Lao Tzu. Your parents taught you martial arts, just to let you be a coward?"

"Come!"

   "Contribute to Lao Tzu!"

   "Work hard!"

   "Boom!"

  A heavy punch smashed through Yang Xie's defense, and without any loss of strength, it landed on his chest and abdomen, directly blasting his clothes, flesh and blood, and sent him flying a hundred meters away.

  After landing, life and death are unknown.

   "Bah!"

   Duguzang opened his mouth and spat out:

   "Waste thing! I can't even stretch my muscles and bones. In the middle stage of black iron, I'm afraid it's a youngster who hasn't seen blood yet?"

  Everyone in the hall looked livid.

  (end of this chapter)

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