Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

Wang Quanzui, Li Zizai, and others nodded in agreement. Yang Yitan stood to the side, outwardly calm, echoing the crowd, but inwardly he thought, "Besides the uninformed masses, which head of any of the powerful families doesn't know the identity of the masked figure?"

"Speaking of which, the younger brother of the Three Consciousnesses Lord will be getting married in a couple of years, and we'll be attending the ceremony," Ji Wuji said, trying to ease the tension after the meeting ended.

"Yes, I hope you will get married in two years. Everyone is welcome to come and offer your blessings," Yang Yi said with a gentle expression and a cheerful tone.

"Of course we're going!" Li Quzhuo shouted. He thought of the fiery golden sword energy at the Blue Sky Conference and wondered how that amazing guy was doing now.

"Let me tell you, Third Brother's fiancée is so beautiful, so gorgeous!" Wang Quanzui enthusiastically introduced Yang Ping'an's situation.

"You've all met my future sister-in-law; they look so well-matched!"

"I've heard that Young Master Yang's fiancée is the eldest daughter of Shenhuo Mountain Manor," Li Quzhuo said, not to be outdone, recounting a series of interesting anecdotes about Yang Ping'an.

"Back then, Young Master Yang won Miss Dongfang's heart with a string of candied hawthorns." Li Quzhuo gestured wildly, his mouth agape in a shocked expression.

"Really? I heard that his initial target was the young lady of Shenhuo Mountain Manor?" Deng Qiyue was shocked. The information revealed by the crowd was different from what he knew.

"Pfft, hahahaha! I can't take it anymore! You're trying to make me laugh to death!" Ji Wuji burst into laughter, tears streaming down his face.

"Where did you hear that? How old was Miss Dongfang back then? How could Third Brother possibly fall for a little girl?" Wang Quan laughed so hard he couldn't straighten up, retorting to Deng Qiyue.

"Indeed, those three are not like that." Wang Quanba nodded, making an authoritative assessment of Yang Ping'an's character.

"Don't believe the rumors. My family and Shenhuoshan Manor are old friends. Ping An and Miss Dongfang are childhood sweethearts, and their marriage was arranged naturally." Yang Yitan was shocked by everyone's words and then realized that he should help Yang Ping An dispel the rumors and explain the reason for the marriage between Yang Ping An and Miss Dongfang.

In short, we can't let these people from the Masked Organization continue their discussion, otherwise who knows where they'll go astray.

Yang Ping'an sat outside the masked gang's circle, listening to their nonsense with a dark expression. His expression only improved slightly after Yang Yitan refuted his claims. But Yang Ping'an wasn't going to let these guys off the hook; he was prepared to give them a good beating.

Yang Ping'an's divine sense spread and enveloped the area within several miles of the mountain god temple. While the masked group was chatting, he silently changed the surrounding environment, creating a realistic illusion and pulling the masked group into it.

The masked gang was completely taken over by Yang Ping'an without his knowledge. In order to ensure that he would not be disturbed when he was disciplining them, he even put the entire group, including the temple, into the Chaos Golden Lotus.

Yang Ping'an leaped onto a large tree several miles away, leaned against a branch, and looked at Wang Quanba and the others, who had been shrunk inside the Chaos Golden Lotus, as if observing ants in his palm.

"The show is about to begin!" Yang Ping'an's face was half-hidden by the shadows of the leaves, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

Inside the mountain god temple, the members of the Masked Organization chatted and laughed, and no one noticed the abnormality of the world-changing event. It can only be said that Yang Ping'an's divine sense and the treasures he possessed were too out of line.

"Speaking of which, back then at the Blue Sky Conference, only the Three Consciousnesses Divine Lord and his younger brother found their partners. Even our eldest brother is still single!" Ji Wuji sighed, whether with envy or not.

"Hey, isn't my beautiful Dream Swordsman a person?" Wang Quanzui raised his little fist, revealing two tiger teeth, and threatened.

"Oh, and of course, our beautiful Dream Swordsman and the handsome Three Senses God have finally found their happy ending," Ji Wuji quickly added.

"I'll forgive you this time." Wang Quanzui put his arm around Yang Yitan's arm, quite pleased with Ji Wuji's flattery.

While Yang Yitan and the others were frolicking, strange, dark shadows were quietly creeping up behind them from outside the temple.

Yang Ping'an simulated the appearance and abilities of the Black Fox and some creatures from outside the circle from his memory, and put them into the space of the Chaos Golden Lotus, adding a bit more challenge to the Masked Gang.

The unsuspecting masked gang was almost instantly blinded and their minds controlled by the extraterrestrial creature, and the situation in the temple changed dramatically in an instant.

"Boom!" A series of violent explosions rang out as the temple was shattered by the masked gang's all-out attack. The remaining broken walls and ruins collapsed into the rubble, and black smoke rose slowly.

The members of the Masked Organization attacked each other, and Wang Quanba was instantly sent flying, his huge wound in his chest almost cutting him in half.

"Die!" Zhang Zheng swung the black sword in his hand, his fierce killing intent erupting without any concealment. The ruthless and decisive sword energy slashed forward towards Wang Quan Ba ​​Ye.

The masked members who had been laughing and joking moments before Zhang Zheng were instantly devoured by unknown monsters in front of him. The ugly and grotesque figures made him feel dizzy just by looking at them. He watched as his former comrades were chewed up and devoured by these disgusting monsters, and the severed limbs and legs left on the ground were constantly agitating his tense nerves.

The other members of the Masked Organization saw a similar scene. In their eyes, every standing creature became a target for their revenge. The Masked Gang members' eyes were bloodshot, and they used all sorts of methods to attack the monsters in front of them.

"Ah, no! Stop it!!!" Wang Quanba spat out blood, and the imitation Wang Quan sword in his hand, just as it was about to cut down the monster in front of him, suddenly transformed from the monster into Li Zizai.

The tip of the Wangquan Sword pierced deeply into Li Zizai's body. Wangquan Baye endured the backlash of the Wangquan Sword Intent, blood gushing from his mouth. Just as Li Zizai was about to be dismembered, he forcibly stopped his actions.

"Hoo~, Third Brother, you..." Wang Quanba's eyes widened as Li Zizai stubbornly completed the spell. A dazzling white blade of light burst forth from his gourd, and Wang Quanba barely had time to raise his imitation Wang Quan sword to parry.

With a clang, Wang Quanba was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the ruins of the temple. Fine cracks appeared on the imitation Wang Quan sword in his hand, as if it would shatter into pieces at any moment.

After Li Zizai unleashed his desperate attack, his vision cleared. He saw Wang Quanba being sent flying by his Wuding Flying Knife, while his fellow disciples attacked each other in a frenzy.

"Die!" Zhang Zheng seemed to see hope in killing the monster. He picked up his black sword and, ignoring his wounds, slashed at the fallen Wang Quanba Ye. The black sword, filled with grief and indignation, charged forward relentlessly.

Wang Quanba's eyes widened in horror as he watched Li Zizai fly like a moth to a flame, using his broken body to block Zhang Zheng's deadly sword strike.

"Cough, Big...Big Brother...I can't...anymore..." The blood-stained black sword pierced Li Zizai's chest. He opened his arms and weakly gripped Zhang Zheng's black sword. Li Zizai turned his head with difficulty, his mouth dripping with blood as he mumbled his farewell.

"Die!" Zhang Zheng's mask shattered, his bulging eyes filled with bloodshot veins. He forcefully pulled the black sword with both hands, piercing the monster in front of him through completely.

I like the myth of Da Luo, which started with the fox spirit.