Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 496 The formation is completely broken
The two millstones, which were as big as mountains, had no power source and were slowly rotating due to the traction of some invisible force. Smelly blood flowed out every moment, and all the blood flowed into the ground under the gaze of Yang Jian. His eyes moved quickly, and when his eyesight was about to give out, he saw an old temple.

Blood-red, snake-like threads of blood were densely wrapped around the temple plaque, making it impossible to see the original words.

The originally majestic and solemn temple was corroded by blood and became dilapidated.

There seemed to be some spirits in this temple. When they sensed Yang Jian's gaze, they immediately asked him for help.

But before Yang Jian could respond, a foul and powerful aura in the temple discovered his spying. With just a thought, he felt as if his divine eyes were fiercely stabbed by some sharp weapon, which almost blinded him. He covered his forehead and tried hard not to scream.

Yun Zhongzi is not the mastermind, nor is the red-robed Taoist priest in front of him. There is a mastermind behind all this.

Blood flowed down his nose. Yang Jian covered his forehead and said with a worried tone, "Uncle Master, don't be impulsive. Behind all this..."

"It must be this evil Taoist who bewitched Master Yun Zhongzi behind all this. Let me avenge him!" Zhenren Huanglong didn't listen to him at all. He drew out his sword and rushed towards the red-robed Taoist with great momentum.

Yang Jian: “.”

Having been in the team with Master Huanglong for quite some time, he was familiar with his uncle's temper and knew that persuasion was useless, so he immediately raised his three-pointed, double-edged sword upside down, secretly called on Roaring Sky Dog, went around to the side, and prepared to support Master Huanglong.

Just as he started to move, he saw a stream of blood spurting out from Master Huanglong. His body flew out backwards like an arrow from a bow, and then slammed heavily into a rock wall.

Whether Yang Jian was willing or not, he couldn't back down at this moment. He shouted, "Demon, stop being so violent! I'm coming to get you!"

The red-robed Taoist priest did not say anything. He drew a sword from mid-air, his body covered in red and black flames. He instantly came in front of Yang Jian and stabbed him in the face with sharp sword moves.

The two fought quickly, and after more than thirty moves, the red-robed Taoist's swordsmanship was quite ancient, and the red and black flames had the effect of corroding the soul. Yang Jian hurriedly raised a crescent-shaped accessory, and as three bright moonlight rays descended, a layer of translucent armor immediately appeared outside his soul for protection.

He let out a howl, and the Sky-Howling Dog hiding in the shadows suddenly jumped out, biting the red-robed Taoist's neck with its sharp fangs.

The red-robed Taoist priest was not in a hurry. He raised his right hand and shook it casually. The battlefield was instantly transferred to a tall tower. The tower had seven floors. Copper bells corroded by blood were hung on the eaves. Most of the vermilion pillars in the tower had collapsed. The house where the Taoist priest should have preached and practiced was filled with bones.

They first fought on the first floor. There was something strange in the tower. Seeing that the red-robed Taoist wanted to lead him to the upper floor, Yang Jian firmly controlled his rhythm and did not fall for it. If he wanted to fight, he would fight at the bottom of the tower and would never go up.

"Brother Yang, I'm here to help you!"

Han Dulong, a disciple of Daoxing Tianzun, appeared out of nowhere. He drew his sword and stabbed the red-robed Taoist priest, but the next moment, he seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying. He threw away his sword and ran towards the second floor in panic.

"Brother, come back soon!"

No matter how Yang Jian called out, Han Dulong showed no reaction. He could only hurry up and catch up, eventually catching up with Han Dulong on the third step. Han Dulong looked as if he had been hacked to pieces, with wounds over a foot long covering his body. Yang Jian, relying on his Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts, was able to withstand the tower's blade-like gale, but Han Dulong was no match for him. Without even a final word, the disciple of the Chan Sect nodded to Yang Jian with a final, clear-headed expression before he breathed his last.

Yang Jian was very annoyed, and he immediately activated the Fa Tian Xiang Di, turning into a giant over ten feet tall. He turned his three-pointed, double-edged sword upside down and destroyed the tower.

The red-robed Taoist smiled without saying a word. With a wave of his hand, the battlefield changed to a blood lake again. This time, the one who came to help Yang Jian was another disciple of Daoxing Tianzun, Xue Ehu.

As soon as Xue Ehu drew his sword, Roaring Sky Dog grabbed his collar and dragged him away.

The red-robed Taoist seemed to know Xue Ehu's location and always directed the battle towards this unlucky guy. Xue Ehu was no fool either. He knew that he had become a burden to Yang Jian, so he could run very fast on his own without the Sky-Howling Dog dragging him.

Yang Jian fought against the red-robed Taoist priest. He responded to all changes with the same attitude. After more than a hundred moves, he finally saw some clues. The red-robed Taoist priest in front of him seemed to be an illusory existence. He did not have much magic power, and the more he used it, the less he had. The traces of his existence became weaker and weaker. His originally clear figure was now blurred by 30%.

"Junior Brother Yang, I am here to help you!"

Yang Jian subconsciously gave the order to Gou Zi to drag the man away. After a few thoughts in his mind, he realized that it was the voice of Huang Long Zhenren. Although his uncle was a little weak, he had amazing defense and plenty of health. It seemed that there was no need to drag the man away, right?
As he hesitated, he heard a muffled "puff" sound.

Huang Long Zhenren's sword pierced straight into the red-robed Taoist's heart. His movements were quick and decisive, without a trace of drag.

The red-robed Taoist priest, who had fought with Yang Jian for hundreds of moves and changed battlefields in more than ten places, fell to the ground limply without a sound and then gradually turned into a pool of pus.

Yang Jian and Roaring Sky Dog: “???”

Is my Uncle Huanglong really that powerful? Who was that guy who was sent flying backwards earlier?
Taoist Cihang, who had just arrived, was also quite surprised when he saw this scene: "Brother Huanglong, you actually defeated Taoist Hongyun? How can you apologize? Sorry, I spoke out of turn and shouldn't have asked you about the secret method."

I have a secret technique? Master Huanglong was completely bewildered. I feinted and thrust my sword, having thought of all the subsequent changes. But who knew, this guy wouldn't dodge at all.

He asked, "Is this Hongyun?"

Cihang hesitated for a moment, then said, "I once heard Master Ran Deng describe Hongyun's appearance, so I'm sure he wasn't mistaken."

Cihang's appearance was good news for Yang Jian. Cihang helped him heal his divine eyes. He once again looked for the temple where the mastermind was suspected to be hiding, but this time he searched for several times and did not see any trace. The temple just disappeared out of thin air.

The Blood River Formation was one real and one virtual. Both hosts died and the formation was broken. After a gap of half a year, the dark wind from the netherworld once again poured into this hot and crazy world.

Zhenren Huanglong and Taoist Cihang searched for spoils, but they also couldn't find the Jiujiu Sanpo Gourd. They didn't know where this innate spiritual treasure had gone. Yang Jian cared more about the temple. He always felt that the other party had set up such a big fuss, probably for something inside the temple.

(End of this chapter)