912: C912 The mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole

C912 The mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole

The only person who had cultivated in the Heaven and Earth Spell in this world was only Ye Tianze himself, and on this journey, he had never once thought of passing it down to his descendants.

The reason was simply because past life were too busy. They were so busy that in the end, even before death, there wasn't a single successor.

He was busy trying to make up for the regret in his past life, so the Heaven and Earth Spell had not truly been perfected yet. Even the matching nine lances in the sky only had seven shots s.

As for the truly mature martial arts and mental cultivation methods, they would have to be passed down to their descendants. It would be impossible to completely follow his path and be divided into different levels. Only then would they be suitable for future generations to cultivate.

The so-called first stage that Zhou Yuxiang obtained was merely when he directly cut off a section of the Heaven and Earth Spell that he had cultivated earlier.

Without any modifications or experiences, unless Zhou Yuxiang truly had that kind of talent for cultivation, and was a lot more talented than Ye Tianze, only then would he be able to find and experience such a mixed set of mental cultivation methods.

Otherwise, forcefully cultivating would only cause his cultivation to go berserk.

What Ye Tianze wanted was for him to go berserk. If he didn't go berserk, even if he combined with Qin Weiyang, they probably wouldn't be able to handle Zhou Yuxiang.

Qin Weiyang was clever, she understood what he meant the moment she heard him. She smiled and said, "Don't be crazy when the time comes."

While they were talking, it started to rain, the rain got heavier and heavier, the sound of the rain hiding the silence of Heavenly Dao Academy.

Amidst the heavy rain, a person hastily went up the mountain and arrived outside Zhou Yuxiang's residence. He said: "mister, not good, Yang Wuhui left Divine General Manor and went to the Nine Grand Floors by himself."

The person who came was Tang Tianjun. When he saw Qin Weiyang, Tang Tianjun was shocked, in his opinion, Qin Weiyang was more terrifying than him.

"What's going on?" Ye Tianze asked.

Tang Tianjun immediately described the entire process. Originally, Yang Wuhui was inside the Divine General Manor to treat his injuries, but as long as he was there, no one could touch him.

Initially, Tang Tianjun thought that it was impossible for Yang Wuhui to leave, but just as he was about to go and rest, Yang Wuhui suddenly moved.

He did not hide anything from the people of Divine General Manor, but when he was leaving, he was stopped by Zhou Chong. Zhou Chong had openly told him that after he left the Divine General Manor, his actions had nothing to do with the Divine General Manor, and the Divine General Manor would not protect him completely.

The meaning of his words was for Yang Wuhui not to be impulsive, and to stay in the Divine General Manor to cultivate. Sooner or later, he would be able to take revenge.

After leaving the Divine General Manor, Tang Tianjun immediately came to notify Ye Tianze.

"It looks like... He was prepared long ago to be caught unprepared by the Nine Grand Floors. " Ye Tianze laughed bitterly, "Let's go take a look!"

He immediately called Zhou Yuxiang over and left the Heavenly Dao Academy.

Imperial Dragon City, who was under the heavy rain, had curfew. Only the Imperial Dragon City's night guards were walking on the streets.

Yang Wuhui walked in the rain while wearing his raincoat. It was not that he was unprepared, but everyone in the tournament knew that he was heavily injured.

And after entering the Divine General Manor, it was impossible for the people of the Nine Grand Floors to find trouble with him again. Thus, no one would believe that he would choose to take revenge tonight, much less think that the people of the Nine Grand Floors would do so.

When he arrived at the residence of the Nine Grand Floors, he stared at the towering pavilion in front of him. In his heart, aside from his memories, there was also sadness.

This was the place where he was born, and the place where he grew up. It had been more than ten years since they last met, and things had long changed.

However, he was still clear about the layout of every corner of the Nine Grand Floors, because that was his memory.

On rainy night, he stood in front of the entrance of the Nine Grand Floors and gazed at the signboard that had the words "Phoenix Song Nine Grand Floors" written in ancient characters. He then pulled out the sword by his waist.

Cold light flashed. Before the two guards could react, they had already fallen into a pool of blood.

However, just as Yang Wuhui was about to step into the Nine Grand Floors, lights suddenly shone from inside the Nine Grand Floors. A group of swordsman came out and surrounded him at the main entrance.

"Hahaha, little brute, we have been waiting for you for a long time!" Hu Cong and Su Hu walked out one after another.

The dozens of elders from the Nine Grand Floors were all present, but the mysterious Tower Owner was nowhere to be seen.1

"Where's that old bastard Feng Yaori, tell him to come out and see me!" Yang Wuhui's eyes were red, he did not care about the hundred over swordsman surrounding him.

Back then, you vile spawn, you tried to kill your own father to usurp power but was seen through and escaped by the Tower Owner. Now you dare to come back, if the Tower Owner comes out, wouldn't that dirty the Tower Owner's hands?

Hu Cong sneered, "Men, do not live, cut the swords to death!"

As soon as he said that, dozens of swordsman s immediately attacked Yang Wuhui. The night was rainy and the wind spiritual force surged, the rain could not even get close to their body and it was blown away by the wind spiritual force.

Seeing that Yang Wuhui was in danger, a golden light suddenly flashed. The dozens of people charging at Yang Wuhui all fell with their heads in a pool of blood.

A elder appeared beside Yang Wuhui in a flash. He was dressed in white, had a crane hair and a white beard, his expression resolute and resolute. His gaze was filled with murder, and the golden blade in his hand was especially dazzling under the rain.

"Golden Knife Gate, Ding Yue!" Hu Cong's face changed.

However, the power of the Eastern Region was obviously stronger than the Mu Yun Sect, the leader of the three sects and seven sects. It was even far stronger than the Mu Yun Sect, since this was the difference of one stage.

The elder in front of him was none other than Yang Wuhui's grandfather, Golden Knife Gate's Sect Leader Ding Yue, Great Expert's Cultivation Level and Earthly Ranking Warriors.

"Hu Cong, it's been more than ten years since we last met. Your words are getting sharper and sharper, to the point that you've actually learned to back out!" Ding Yue sneered.

The group of Nine Grand Floors disciples immediately retreated more than ten steps. Suddenly, thunder and lightning flashed all around, and the sound of countless footsteps came from the pitch-black alley.

Under the lightning light, everyone saw a group of black figures holding large blades scurry out from an alley. There were thousands of them, and they instantly swarmed over.

Before Hu Cong could even speak, they raised their blades and began to fight with the people from the Nine Grand Floors. In a short span of time, the hundreds of disciples surrounding Yang Wuhui all fell to the ground, their blood stained the stone steps red. Under the sweeping rain, they turned the outside of the Nine Grand Floors into a sea of blood.

All the disciples of the Golden Knife Gate had a fearsome aura and their eyes brimmed with killing intent.

Hu Cong stared blankly at the several hundred swordsman s of the Nine Grand Floors lying in a pool of blood with a somewhat ugly expression. However, after sweeping a glance at everyone present, he regained his calm.

"Ding Yue, don't forget, this is the Nine Grand Floors, the Imperial Dragon City, not your Eastern Region!" Hu Cong sneered.

"I naturally know that this is the Nine Grand Floors, and naturally, I know that this is the Imperial Dragon City. My daughter and son-in-law died here, so how could I forget?"

Ding Yue roared, like a lion, "Feng Yaori, come out and die!"

Just as he finished speaking, the dark street was suddenly ablaze with fire, lighting up the surroundings of the Nine Grand Floors.

Countless footsteps and sounds of swords being drawn could be heard as groups of disciples wearing Nine Floors Pavilion uniforms filed out, each numbering around four to five thousand.

Instantly, they surrounded the door so tightly that not even a drop of water could leak out.

Soon after, a elder walked out. His hair was white, but he had a childish face and determination could be seen in his eyes.

"Ding Yue, long time no see." This person was none other than the Tower Owner of the Nine Grand Floors, Feng Yaori.

He was also Yang Wuhui's biological uncle.

"What a pity, the mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole. Do you really think that your Golden Knife Gate's thousands of people entering the Imperial Dragon City can hide from my Nine Grand Floors?"

Feng Yaori laughed coldly, "You're here, don't leave."

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