Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

Chapter 230 The End
Meng Yuan turned around when he heard the voice, and saw the hall master Yu Yangzi kneeling on one knee on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of hot blood.

His Taoist robe was torn, his hair was disheveled, blood was oozing from all his orifices, and his body was covered in bloodstains.

hiss!
Meng Yuan sucked in a breath of cold air. He didn't expect that the hall master would be so miserable this time. Even worse than the battle with Qingyun ten years ago.

Seeing this, Meng Yuan hurried to Yu Yangzi and helped him up.

Upon seeing this, Yu Yangzi hurriedly pushed Meng Yuan away gently, not wanting him to support him. He stood straight by himself, looking at the more than 400 disciples around him.

More than 400 Changsheng Hall disciples looked at the miserable Yu Yangzi and started to panic. They shouted:

"Hall Master...Hall Master...Hall Master..."

Yu Yangzi struggled to stand firmly, he knew that he was surrounded by powerful enemies.

If the four hundred disciples knew that they were seriously injured and only had half their life left, and that their cultivation was greatly damaged, they might just run away or surrender to the other three sects of the Holy Religion.

Thinking of this, Yu Yangzi glanced around and said in a deep voice:
"It's okay. I just used my internal energy to force out the blood clots in my body. It's nothing serious."

"You guys, go and have a rest!"

Upon hearing this, the four hundred disciples returned to their respective places in disbelief to rest and heal their wounds.

After the four hundred disciples retreated, Yu Yangzi could no longer hold on. His body went limp and he fell to the ground, unable to even stand steadily.

Upon seeing this, Meng Yuan hurriedly helped Yu Yangzi up, then helped him to a big tree, and carefully helped Yu Yangzi lean against the tree.

After Yu Yangzi sat down, he crossed his legs and practiced Qigong to heal his wounds, and immediately asked:
"Meng Yuan, didn't I just tell you to go back to the headquarters? Why are you staying here?"

Meng Yuan lowered his head and replied

"When I returned to the headquarters just now, I found that the headquarters formation was destroyed, the houses were burned, and the 100 disciples who stayed behind were all dead."

"Puff!" Upon hearing this, Yu Yangzi spat out another mouthful of hot blood, and then asked:

"What about the great elder Meng Ji?"

Meng Yuan shook his head and whispered:
"He was killed with one sword, and his body turned into a dried corpse."

"One sword to the throat, dried corpse?" Yu Yangzi murmured, gritted his teeth and said:
"Blood Prince...Ghost...Emperor!"

Yu Yangzi clenched his fists, his fingers making crackling sounds, and said angrily:

"Ghost Emperor, you destroyed the headquarters of Changsheng Hall and blocked my way. When I get the rare treasure, I will tear you into pieces."

Then, Yu Yangzi said in a deep voice:
"Meng Yuan, tell everyone to get a good rest tonight. My power has been greatly damaged. After I have recovered from my injuries for a night, I will go to Nei Ze to get the rare treasure tomorrow morning."

Meng Yuan did not answer immediately after hearing this. Instead, he turned around and looked at the more than 400 disciples around him who were either seriously or slightly injured, and said boldly:
"Master, we only have 400 injured disciples left, and there is also the Third Young Master in secret, as well as disciples from the three righteous sects. If we go to seize the rare treasure, I'm afraid..."

"Hmm..." Yu Yangzi groaned, staring at Meng Yuan with sinister eyes, and said coldly:
"When I was trying to break through the encirclement of the nine righteous people, I cast the blood curse and it backfired. Now I am not only seriously injured, but also my Taoism has been greatly damaged."

"If we retreat, there will be no place for us in this vast world. The three sects of the Demonic Cult and the three sects of the Righteous Path will kill us all."

"Now, the only way to survive is to give it a try and seize the rare treasure."

Meng Yuan thought about it and felt that this was the only way to go, so he bowed and said:
"Master, you take care of your wounds first. I'll go give some instructions."

"Yeah!" Yu Yangzi responded, then closed his eyes and concentrated on healing his wounds.

Upon seeing this, Meng Yuan walked towards the darkness around him and notified the disciples around him one by one.

A few minutes later!

Suddenly, a melodious flute sound rang out from a distance and echoed around.

Yu Yangzi listened to the sound of the flute, became alert, opened his eyes and looked around.

All around was quiet, and there were wisps of poisonous gas floating around, and some poisonous insects were crawling gently in the dark. Suddenly, Yu Yangzi stared at a hundred meters away, in the dim night, there, there, a looming figure stood on a big tree.

"Qin Wuyan!"

Yu Yangzi said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Qin Wuyan jumped down from the big tree. After flashing a few times, he came to about ten meters away from Yuyangzi.

Qin Wuyan looked at Yu Yangzi, smiled slightly, and asked politely:
"Qin Wuyan greets Uncle Master!"

Qin Wuyan is handsome and scholarly, like a Confucian scholar.

Yu Yangzi greeted him politely with a smile on his face, and the disciples next to him thought that the visitor came with good intentions.

"Humph!" Yu Yangzi looked at the hypocritical Qin Wuyan, snorted coldly, and said angrily:

"Meng Yuan hasn't come back yet, won't you take him?"

"Haha!" Qin Wuyan smiled and waved his hand, and Meng Yuan's body flew out from the darkness.

A sharp blade flew out of Meng Yuan's body and his body fell to the ground.

At the same time, in the darkness around, countless poisonous insects swarmed out from the dark, and the screams of some Changsheng Hall disciples were heard.

Seeing this, Yu Yangzi said in a deep voice:
"Qin Wuyan, we are both from the Holy Church. You, the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, are killing the disciples of the Holy Church so cruelly. Aren't you afraid that you will be thrown into the eighteen levels of hell by the Heavenly Evil King after you die?"

"Ah?" Qin Wuyan was startled, and the demon-controlling flute in his hand that controlled thousands of poisonous insects almost fell to the ground. He exclaimed:
"I'm so scared!"

"However, none of us from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect dare to harm the disciples of the Holy Church. Don't you agree, Fairy Jin?"

Just as he finished speaking, the sound of faint footsteps was heard in the darkness.

Then, a beautiful and charming figure walked out from the darkness.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Jin Ping'er opened her alluring red lips and laughed twice, her charming laughter lingering around.

A charming purple light appeared in a pair of beautiful eyes.

Suddenly, more than a dozen disciples of Changshengtang walked towards Jin Ping'er, with obsessed faces, wishing they could give their hearts to Jin Ping'er.

Seeing this, Yu Yangzi said in a deep voice:
"Don't look into her eyes, that's a charm!"

However, even though he shouted angrily in a deep voice, the dozen or so disciples showed no signs of waking up and continued walking towards Jin Ping'er.

Upon seeing this, Yu Yangzi waved his hand and a gray light hit the back of the heads of more than a dozen disciples. They immediately fell to the ground and fainted.

Jin Ping'er moved lightly with lotus steps, and as her beautiful legs moved, her long, snow-white legs were faintly visible through the slit of her skirt.

In the night, it looks even deeper, more charming, and more tempting to fantasize, as if the eyes are about to burst...

Jin Ping'er came to Yu Yangzi and stopped about ten meters away, and said softly:
"Jin Ping'er is here to pay her respects to Uncle Master Yu Yangzi!"

It’s no wonder that both Qin Wuyan and Jin Ping’er wanted to kill Yu Yangzi at this moment.

However, the two of them were not 100% sure of killing him, and they were afraid that they could not keep Yu Yangzi here, so they still bowed to each other to avoid meeting each other in the future.

Yu Yangzi stared at Jin Ping'er, thinking to himself that this girl was really a beauty, and he really wanted to pin her to the ground and...beat her...

However, now is not the time to think about this, he said in a deep voice:
"Jin Ping'er, didn't the Wan Du Sect poison and strip the female disciples of the He Huan Sect you mentioned? Why are you with Qin Wuyan now?"

(End of this chapter)