Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather.

Chapter 936 Brothers in Suffering
Black flames spread across the sky, igniting the countless vines.

Seeing this, Yang Zhengshan had no choice but to retreat and avoid it. Although he didn't know what kind of flame it was, he knew that whatever it was, it was best not to get involved.

The flames of cultivators are incredibly diverse, including exotic flames of heaven and earth, spiritual flames powered by the cultivator's magic, and true flames condensed to simulate exotic flames of heaven and earth.

Spiritual fire is relatively common; most fire-attribute cultivators use spiritual fire. The truly troublesome ones are strange fires of heaven and earth and true fire.

The flames used by Hong Fuxiu are real fire condensed to simulate the Nanming Li Fire. Although they are not the real Nanming Li Fire, they possess some of the power of the Nanming Li Fire.

The flames used by Uncle Jiang in front of us have the properties of the netherworld. Not only are they difficult to extinguish, but they also have a corrosive effect. The vines that are ignited by them are not burned clean, but are corroded into netherworld properties.

Yang Zhengshan retreated more than a hundred feet before frowning and looking at the black flames.

The Netherworld Sect truly lives up to its reputation as a powerful sect; its foundation even surpasses that of the Profound Purity Sect.

The Silent Spirit Fire used by Ming Shuzi is also a rather special kind of true fire, but it is different from that of Jiang Taishu.

These special methods represent the foundation of a power.

"Sigh, it seems I have no choice but to pay a price!"

Yang Zhengshan sighed helplessly.

Having said that, he waved his hand, and the Golden Crow Eight Trigrams Furnace appeared before him.

He has lost his powerful means of attack. Although he has a lot of territory, both the Qinghua Thunder Pearl and the Golden Crow Eight Trigrams Furnace are the kind of methods that consume a lot of resources.

Once the Azure Thunder Pearl is used, it needs to be nurtured again. Once the Golden Crow Eight Trigrams Furnace is taken out, it will cost tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of spirit stones.

These two methods are simply not suitable for conventional combat.

As a result, his fighting methods appear to be very limited.

The Seven Treasures Soul-Suppressing Pagoda cannot be used to imprison the souls of enemies because the Soul-Returning Array contains Hongyun's soul; it can only be used to protect the souls of enemies.

The Vine Technique combined with the Sole Spear Intent, accompanied by the Divine Lightning of Wood, is both offensive and defensive. However, its weakness is also obvious: its power is not great enough and it can only deal with some relatively weak opponents. Once the opponent is strong, this technique will become very useless.

As for other methods, such as soul-capturing techniques, they are similar.

There's also the Golden Light Divine Mantra. Xuanzhen's Golden Light Divine Mantra is extremely powerful, while his is only at the beginner level, so it's not very useful to him.

Therefore, he was extremely eager to forge the Azure Wood Purple Lightning Sword!

If he had the Azure Wood Purple Lightning Sword, he wouldn't need the Golden Crow Eight Trigrams Furnace at all.

"Quack~~"

The golden crow floated in the air, its golden wings releasing blazing flames.

"Golden Crow, burn him to death!"

Yang Zhengshan gave the order.

"Yes, Master!" Jinwu replied, and then pounced directly towards Jiang Taishu's direction.

Golden flames rose and instantly filled the sky, while the black flames began to rapidly dissipate the moment the true fire of the sun rose.

In the blink of an eye, the black flames had vanished, and the sky was filled with golden flames.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Taishu's expression changed drastically. Without any hesitation, he turned and ran.

What a joke!
This is the true fire of the sun!

Even a tiny bit of it would be enough to get him into serious trouble.

"Want to leave!"

Yang Zhengshan was not about to let him leave. He flashed and appeared in front of Jiang Taishu.

With one hand forming a hand seal and the other waving, hundreds of vines shot out from his wide sleeves.

Uncle Jiang's expression changed again, "Yang Zhengshan, you deserve to die!"

At this moment, he was in an extremely dangerous situation. He was backed by the True Fire of the Sun and blocked by Yang Zhengshan in front of him. If he was not careful, he would die and his life would be extinguished.

Under such perilous circumstances, he was naturally furious and filled with resentment towards Yang Zhengshan.

"Divine Soul Netherfire!"

He opened his mouth and spat out black flames again. Unlike before, this time the phantom behind him was also rapidly fanning the square fan in its hand.

The black wind stirs up the black flames.

In an instant, the raging flames, like ferocious demons crawling out of hell, lunged at Yang Zhengshan with bared fangs and claws.

Yang Zhengshan narrowed his eyes and also opened his mouth to spit out a thunder pearl.

"Thunderstorm!"

A burst of azure lightning suddenly erupted, spreading forward along hundreds of vines.

The next moment, the Divine Soul Netherfire collided with the Wood Divine Lightning.

Wind and fire intertwined, lightning flashed, the two were entangled together, and howling and thunderous sounds rose and fell.

Yang Zhengshan had been nurturing two Thunder Pearls, and he actually wanted to nurture three Thunder Pearls, but he never had the time.

He was reluctant to use the first Thunder Pearl, and always used the second Thunder Pearl instead. However, the second Thunder Pearl could only be nurtured for a few years before it had to be used.

The thunder pearl in front of us has only been nurtured for seven or eight years, and its power is no match for Jiang Taishu's divine soul fire.

In just two breaths, the Yi Wood Divine Thunder dissipated.

However, that was enough. Yang Zhengshan didn't intend to use the Thunder Pearl to defeat Jiang Taishu; he only wanted to hinder Jiang Taishu a little.

"Quack~~"

The Golden Crow had caught up with Jiang Taishu. It cried out joyfully and opened its mouth wide, spitting out a mouthful of true solar fire.

Jiang Taishu tried to dodge, but it was too late.

"No~~"

Uncle Jiang cried out in despair.

Before his horrified eyes, the scorching heat of the sun had completely enveloped him.

The desperate voice dissipated in the flames, and the golden crow circled around him. Surprisingly, it flew out, clutching a square fan, a chain, and a storage bag.

"Master, that wretched fellow has been burned to death by me!"

The golden crow presented itself to Yang Zhengshan like a treasure.

Yang Zhengshan took the item, but without looking at it closely, he threw it directly into the warehouse of the Spirit Source Land.

Now is not the time to inspect the spoils; the fighting around us is at its most intense.

He glanced up at the sky and saw that the two battlefields had merged into one. Jian Changhe and the other three were still locked in a fierce battle with Sheng Youhuang and Li Xuanxiao, and it was impossible to determine a winner for the time being.

He ignored the aerial battle. Although the outcome of the war would have the greatest impact on the result of the high-end combat, that was Jian Changhe's business. If Jian Changhe lost, then there was no need for the war to continue.

Turning his gaze away, Yang Zhengshan looked down at the battlefield.

At this point, the battlefield had shifted from the city walls to outside the city, and Qu Changkong led the Yujing Guards out to fight their way out.

While holding the city was advantageous to them, this advantage became disadvantageous once the cavalry battalion became entangled in close combat.

If the soldiers continue to defend the city walls, the cavalry battalion will be under tremendous pressure. In order to help the cavalry battalion share the burden and to better annihilate the enemy, the Yujing Guard must fight their way out of the city.

"Go, set a big fire, but be careful not to burn your own people!"

Yang Zhengshan gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.

"Gaga~~ Master, spirit stones!" The golden crow looked at him expectantly.

What else could he say? With a wave of his hand, a large number of spirit stones were thrown into the Golden Crow Eight Trigrams Furnace.

Sensing the abundance of spirit stones, the Golden Crow cheered joyfully, "Master, watch closely! I'll burn them all to ashes!" "Don't hurt your own people!"

Yang Zhengshan reminded him again.

Jinwu responded and flew towards the battlefield below, while Yang Zhengshan rushed towards the battlefield in mid-air.

The battlefield in mid-air was extremely dangerous at this moment, with several Foundation Establishment cultivators and dozens of Golden Body Realm warriors fighting each other. Such a battlefield was definitely a dangerous place.

Yunxiao was still locked in battle with Ming Shuzi, Jian Qingxiao was also entangled with a Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Youyu Sect, and Ding Qiu was engaged in a fight with the old Youyu Sect elder who was likely to die at any moment.

Although Lingxiu Zhihai had a numerical advantage, the Yang family was now at a disadvantage.

This is also why Yang Zhengshan ignored the battle between Jian Changhe and the others.

In mid-air, Ding Qiu, panting heavily, looked at his incredibly aged opponent, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

His sword intent was strong, but his cultivation level was far inferior to that of the old man.

The difference between the mid-stage and peak of the Golden Body Realm is enough to erase his advantage in sword intent.

"Boy, you have great potential, but unfortunately you've met me!" The old man brandished his long staff and swung it down at Ding Qiu.

"Hehe, I love killing geniuses the most!"

The old man's wrinkled face was contorted with a ferocious glee.

Ding Qiu parried with his sword, but with a bang, he lost control of his body and crashed downwards.

The ground was full of potholes, and he was smashed directly into a large crater, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Die!"

The old man, having gained the upper hand, was relentless. Before Ding Qiu could even climb out of the pit, he raised his long stick and smashed it down.

roar~~
Yun Huju, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly sprang up and charged straight at the falling stick.

If this blow lands squarely, the Cloud Tiger Steed will surely die.

"Big Tiger!"

Ding Qiu leaped out of the pit, trying to stop Yun Huju, but it was too late.

But just as his eyes widened in shock and he was filled with grief, a sharp vine suddenly shot towards him.

The old man reacted quickly, pulling back his long staff and preparing to sweep it behind him.

But before he could sweep out the long stick, his consciousness suddenly became blurred, everything in front of him became blurry, and he fell into a daze.

Although this feeling only lasted for a moment, it was enough to cost him his life.

Phew~~
The sharp vines pierced his throat in an instant.

Ahem~~
The old man gripped the vine stuck in his throat in disbelief.

He followed the vines and saw a tall figure wearing a blue robe. The vines were coming from the figure's sleeves. He wanted to see the person's appearance clearly, but his consciousness had not fully returned, and he could only see a blurry figure.

The one who killed him was naturally Yang Zhengshan.

To deal with Jiang Taishu, Yang Zhengshan would need to use his trump card, but he could easily handle these Golden Body Realm martial artists.

Once a Soul-Seizing Technique is unleashed, no Golden Body Realm martial artist can withstand it.

"master!"

Ding Qiu breathed a long sigh of relief when she saw Yang Zhengshan's figure.

"Be careful!"

Yang Zhengshan nodded slightly, said something, and then disappeared in a flash.

He made a hand seal with his hands, and his wide sleeves hung down naturally, with vines emerging from his sleeves.

The reason vines could grow from his cuffs was because his cuffs were engraved with storage and growth arrays, which not only stored a large number of vine seeds, but also helped him to cast vine spells.

He doesn't actually need seeds to cast his vine spells, but using seeds would save him some mana.

This is a clever design. Although it doesn't significantly improve his overall combat power, it makes it very convenient for him to use vine techniques.

With a soul-capturing spell and a vine, Yang Zhengshan unleashed a massacre on the battlefield.

For other immortal cultivators, killing a Golden Body Realm martial artist would require some effort, but for Yang Zhengshan, Golden Body Realm martial artists were almost powerless against him.

The reason is that Yang Zhengshan's spiritual power far surpasses that of other cultivators of the same level, and his cultivation of the Soul-Capturing Technique has reached perfection.

Even Foundation Establishment cultivators would be momentarily disoriented under his Soul-Seizing Technique, let alone Golden Body Realm martial artists.

In addition to his teleportation ability, his attacks are unpredictable on the battlefield.

In the blink of an eye, six Golden Body Realm warriors died from being pierced by the vines.

"Dad, help!"

Yang Minghao lay on the ground, looking at Yang Zhengshan who was wreaking havoc in the air, and shouted.

Yang Zhengshan glanced down, released his spiritual sense, scanned the severed limbs on the ground, and then picked up a severed arm and threw it next to Yang Minghao.

At this moment, Yang Minghao was in a truly pitiful state. A hideous wound slanted from his shoulder into his abdomen, his ribs were broken, and blood was gushing from his chest and abdomen, staining the ground beneath him reddish-brown.

Moreover, one of his arms was severed.

No wonder he cried for help. Even if he mastered the Wood Transformation Body Nourishing Technique, such injuries would leave hidden wounds if he did not receive timely treatment.

Yang Minghao struggled to take the severed hand, pressed it against the wound, and then took out a handful of pills and swallowed them.

"Damn it, I almost lost my life here!"

"My father is really heartless. I'm so badly injured, and he doesn't even glance at me!"

He muttered to himself.

What are you muttering about?

Yang Mingzhi came to his side and asked.

Yang Minghao looked up at him, slightly taken aback, "Where are your ears!"

Yang Mingzhi's face was half-stained with blood, and his left ear was gone, leaving only a bloody wound.

"Thank goodness, it was my ear that I lost, not my head!"

Yang Mingzhi lay down next to him, saying, "I wonder if it can grow back. If it can't, it will look terrible!"

Yang Minghao burst into laughter, "That's terrible, haha~~"

“I’m better than you!” Yang Mingzhi glanced at him.

The two brothers, sharing a similar plight, huddled together, silently absorbing the spiritual energy from the earth.

Meanwhile, the battle in mid-air was coming to an end, and apart from Ming Shuzi, the rest of the Youyumen members scattered in all directions.

Yang Zhengshan was truly terrifying; in just a short while, seven or eight Golden Body Realm martial artists died under his vines.

The battles on the ground were even more chilling. Under Yang Zhengshan's orders, Jinwu showed no restraint whatsoever, unleashing raging fires across the battlefield.

To avoid harming its own people, it burned from the camp of the Netherworld Gate all the way to the center of the battlefield.

The earth turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the intense heat could be felt even a hundred miles away.

　My back pain has almost fully recovered, and I will resume two updates tomorrow. My updates have been a bit irregular lately due to back pain, and I hope my readers can understand.

　　Ugh, it's an occupational hazard I can't escape. From my neck to my shoulders, and then to my lower back, I often experience pain, which is really uncomfortable.

　　
　
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