Sovereign to Immortality

However, when facing the desperate attacks of the eldest grandson Xiu, the three of them were also afraid of throwing a rat at the rat, and none of them wanted to be counter-attacked by the eldest grandson Xiu before he had gained the upper hand. It was precisely because of this mentality that the battle of the four Spiritual Masters had yet to be decided.

However, if things continued like this, it was only a matter of time before the energy in Zhang Sun Xiu’s body would dry up. However, even though the three of them knew about this, there was nothing Zhang Sun Xiu could do about it.

The battle between the four Spiritual Masters caused the changes in the constellations, the gale energy leaked out during the battle had destroyed everything on the ground into a complete mess. Yang Junshan was originally hiding in a dense forest and switched the Gengjin baleful qi with the Magnetic Essence Stone he obtained from Zhang Sunxing.

However, when Yang Junshan raised his head to look, he was able to discern that of the four orbs of light that faintly flickered in the sky, the one that was surrounded by the other three was growing dimmer and dimmer. It was obvious that Zhangsun Xiu was already at the end of his tether due to the three of them attacking him, and the outcome of the battle was right in front of his eyes.

But the more time passed, the more dangerous it would be. Yang Junshan could not guarantee which real person would be able to rise to prominence and easily destroy his ant. This kind of feeling of life and death in the hands of others really made Yang Junshan uncomfortable.

But when they saw Yang Junshan retracting his Qi, and had already escaped to the edge of where the battle between the four was, they suddenly heard a loud shout from within the forest of Tuo Wu Shan in the south: “Three hit one, shameless, let’s see how the old witch will help you!”

Yang Junshan looked in the direction of the voice in shock: Who is this guy, he wants to die, he dares to even take the blame for Heaven-Shaken Sect?

A low and strange sound came from the forest several kilometers away. Yang Junshan was shocked, he did not even think as he revolved the True Essence in his body to the limit, and started crawling and rolling towards the distance.

The power of enmity, the Shaman Tribe, even the Shaman Tribe appeared!

“Impudent! Heaven-Shaken Sect is here! If any unrelated person doesn’t wish to die, then scram!”

A loud shout came from above Yang Junshan’s head. Yang Junshan flew even faster, at the same time, he thought to himself that after returning, he would definitely think of a way to gather spirit materials and find Ouyang Xulin to refine a flying magic tool.

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, he felt something dim above his head. When he raised his head to look, he saw a grey mist suddenly pouring into the southernmost of the three light orbs that surrounded and attacked Zhangsun Xiu.

“Ahhh! Kill me in pain!” A roar suddenly rang out, and the gray fog that had invaded the ball of light suddenly began to flicker and shake violently.

“Oh no, the Blood Voodoo Realm …”

From the depths of the Tuo Wu Shan Forest, he suddenly heard the cry of ‘fight’, but this cry was filled with a crisp sound, it seemed like the person who spoke was not very old, but the voice suddenly stopped, as though he had done something wrong and was annoyed.

“Haha, let’s die together!”

Another explosive shout suddenly sounded out in the sky, followed by another explosion. The sunlight began to flicker and dim above their heads, and the earth began to shake, causing the entire world to lose its voice.

Yang Junshan ran as he looked behind him in shock. He saw that the southern light ball had suffered the curse of the Witch Clan’s vindictive power, revealing its weak spot in their encirclement, so the experienced Zhangsun Xiu would naturally not let go of this opportunity. Although he could not escape, it was the best opportunity to pull her down with him.

Two more balls of light suddenly crashed into each other, and two more clumps of light chased after them in a flurry of attacks. However, the two clashing masses of light in the sky almost instantly fell apart, as if a ball of sunlight had appeared in the sky, leaving behind only the miserable scream of Adept Cangwu and the long, shrill laugh of Zhangsun Xiu.

Swoosh!

A streak of light could not be seen under the cover of the bright sunlight in the sky. However, with Yang Junshan’s tenacious Spiritual Sense, he could barely catcrace of it within the chaotic atmosphere in his surroundings.

The tall trees above broke as the light passed by. Before they could land on the ground, it had already ignited intaging fire. The light then smashed into the hillside in front of them, creating a huge ditch several feet deep.

Yang Junshan suddenly caught up to the ray of light and jumped into the pit. He extended his hand to dig at the bottom of the pit, and the earth that was filled up immediately split apart.

The technique finally came in handy for the first time after Yang Junshan stepped into the martial arts realm, and was to dig holes.

After a short while, the pit was dug three feet deep again. Yang Junshan finally managed to grab hold of something with a long hilt, and a burst of tyrannical force rebounded back from the object he had grabbed, causing both of Yang Junshan’s arms to go numb, but he still clenched his teeth and endured. Afterwards, he suddenly pulled out from the soil, revealing a broken two foot long black broken spear.

This, this is a broken spirit artifact!

Yang Junshan’s heart burned with passion, without saying a word, he placed the half of the spear back into the storage bag, then jumped out of the pit, he looked around, and when he raised his head to look at the sky, he discovered that the white light that covered the sky had already begun to recede.

Yang Junshan was startled, but just as he was about to leave, he suddenly turned around and stomped his foot, and without looking back, he flew northwest at an extremely fast speed. In the original pit, the surrounding soil was moving toward the center, and a few moments later, a ten feet deep pit was filled up by the soil and turned into a flat land.

Yang Junshan did not care about the depletion of his spirit essence, he flew for more than 10 li and thought that no one would notice, so he relaxed and found a remote place to grab the two Jade Coins and replenish the spirit essence within his body.

What Yang Junshan did not know was that at this time, the Adept Qing Shu and the Adept Zhu did not notice Yang Junshan, the early stage martial arts realm ant. They were anxiously searching for the person who ambushed Cangwu in the sky above the Tuo Wu Shan, but that person had disappeared withourace after plotting against Cangwu, no matter how many times the two Spiritual Masters searched, they could not find any trace of him.

“Who was it that plotted against my junior apprentice-brother Cangwu?!”

Adept Zhu’s expression was equally angry, but he tried his best to remember, “Previously, that person once cried out about the Blood Witchcraft Realm, and it seems like he was talking about junior brother Cangwu’s cultivation level. Recently, rumors have been circulating that there were other races appearing in the cultivation world, and there are even rumors that there are people within the Yuxian.

The Adept Qing Shu snorted and said: “You are truly a demon, do not let this old man catch you, otherwise I will definitely ask these people about their origins, and make them beg for death!”

“Sigh, failure is near the end!” In the end, the two of them returned empty-handed. Adept Qing Shu looked as if he had aged twenty or thirty years, and it was hard to conceal the dejected look on his face.

Adept Zhu’s expression was equally ugly, but he still said: “At least that eldest grandson is dead, and Changsun Family no longer exists. From today onwards, Jinyu County will once again be completely under my Heaven-Shaken Sect’s control.”

“The price is too high!” Adept Qing Shu said: “Junior Cangwu’s death will definitely cause an uproar in the sect. Killing a strong warrior from one county will harm one of my Adept Realm Cultivator s, and this time from Jinyu County’s side, not only will he not intimidate the strong from the other counties, but he will also cause them to become more eccentric!”

Seeing the worried look on Adept Qing Shu’s face, the Adept Zhu’s expression became ugly, and said: “Even though the various tyrants of the various counties have ill intentions, they do not dare to openly oppose this sect. Senior Brother, the ones to be worried are not outside, and Junior Brother Cangwu’s death this time will definitely cause some people in the sect to take the opportunity to criticize.

Adept Qing Shu’s face darkened immediately when he heard this, and snorted coldly: “These people are incapable of doing anything well, in their hearts, the selfish benefits of their families already far surpass that of Heaven-Shaken Sect. Fortunately, with Martial Uncle Yan Shan around, these people can’t create too big of a commotion!”

When the Adept Zhu heard this, most of the gloom on his face disappeared, and he said: “When Martial Uncle Yan Shan comes out of seclusion this time, he should have broken through, right?”

Adept Qing Shu nodded his head: “Before Martial Uncle went into closed door cultivation, he once said that the chances of breaking through this time is very high. Once breakthrough is successful, my Heaven-Shaken Sect’s number one sect will remain unshakable!”

had just recovered his cultivation and opened his eyes. He saw Bao Yuer squatting down beside him and drawing circles on the ground.

“What’s the matter?” Yang Junshan knew that this little girl would definitely move closer to him whenever she was free.

Seeing that Yang Junshan had woken up, Bao Yuer was overjoyed, but after that she revealed a look of hesitation, and said: “If there is nothing else, I will be leaving!”

Bao Yuer’s expression became anxious, and said: “Don’t go, please saverson!”

Yang Junshan was startled, and said: “Save them? Who? The Ghost Clan? ”

Yang Junshan followed Bao Yuer all the way back to the south, and entered the Tuo Wu Shan. Deep within a col, by the side of a spring, Yang Junshan saw the person Bao Yuer wanted him to save.

Looking at the unusually burly “youth” in front of him who was unconscious, Yang Junshan turned to Bao Yuer in surprise and said: “Witch clan? You actually know a Witch clan member? ”

Bao Yuer did not expect Yang Junshan to be able to see through the person in front of him with a single glance, and his expression instantly became flustered. Seeing Yang Junshan’s questioning gaze, his eyes flashed with a severe light, and he immediately replied: “I don’t know him, I don’t know him.”

Yang Junshan frowned, and asked: “Then why did you save him?”

“Because he’s a witch!”

Bao Yuer immediately explained: “We, the Ghost Clan, have always been on good terms with the Witch Clan. This is a friendship passed down from our ancestors and is imprinted in the blood of the two Clan members.