The strongest cultivator in the heavens

Chapter 157 Almost Falling into the Devil's Path (Subscribe)

Tian Linger left, and she didn't reveal much in front of Yang Wenhao.

Maybe it's more in her heart, Yang Wenhao doesn't know what kind of feeling it is.

Zhang Xiaofan is already dead, as the saying goes, people cannot be resurrected after death, let alone he was killed by Yang Wenhao.

"Am I the executioner?"

Yang Wenhao laughed self-deprecatingly, for the sake of points, he could even kill his fellow disciples, so he didn't know whether it should be said that he had fallen or acted by the Demon Cult.

In the past, he was a law-abiding and good citizen, but after getting the system, everything changed.

For the first time, he took up a weapon and killed his enemy, all because of the word profit.

"Could it be the black golden elixir."

Yang Wenhao didn't know it was, at the moment when he fell into such confusion, black silk threads emerged from his body.

These black silk threads seemed to connect the truth of fortune, surrounding Yang Wenhao.

At the lower dantian, Yang Wenhao's black golden elixir glowed with the same dark light at this moment.

"I"

Yang Wenhao covered his eyes, he didn't know why, he didn't feel the slightest pain in his heart, before he killed Zhang Xiaofan, he could remember it for a while, but now, killing his brother from the same sect, it seems like an insignificant thing .

Make him feel very normal.

If he is immersed in this feeling again, then he will no longer be bound by social morality and ethics in the future.

"Yang Cong!"

Suddenly, a voice came, and this voice pulled Yang Wenhao back from this confusion like the voice of heaven.

Yang Wenhao exhaled lightly, feeling like he was alive after a catastrophe, almost...almost he was overwhelmed.

If that is the case, then the result will be that he will really fall into the demonic way. Unlike the nominal demonic sect in this world, he is a real demonic way, killing ruthlessly, even his own relatives.

"what happened to you?"

That beautiful shadow came, and seeing Yang Wenhao's sweaty face, she was a little worried.

"Why are you here?" Yang Wenhao looked at this beautiful figure and asked, "Do you know that you are in danger like this?"

Baguio smiled slightly and said, "I want to come and see you, can't I?"

Yang Wenhao didn't understand Baguio's inexplicable intimacy, but he still accepted it.

"Cultivate the Tao, everything is as you want."

"Just now I saw that you were sweating profusely. Are you feeling unwell?" Biguio asked.

Yang Wenhao shook his head and said, "I'm fine."

Baguio said, "It's fine."

"Go back quickly, it's very dangerous for you to stay here." Yang Wenhao said, "If you are discovered, it will not be the Qingyunmen family, there are also Tianyin Temple and Fenxiang Valley."

Hearing that Yang Wenhao asked her to go back, Baguio was unhappy.

"Why do you let me go every time?" Baguio said.

"I don't care about you." Yang Wenhao said.

Baguio said: "Then you might as well join the Demon Cult, as long as you join the Demon Cult, you can care about me anytime."

Yang Wenhao smiled, shook his head and said, "Now is not the time."

"Then when do you have to wait?" Baguio asked.

Glancing outside, Yang Wenhao said, "It may be soon, or it may take a long time."

"Tomorrow the Devil's Cult might make some moves, so be careful." Bi Yao gave Yang Wenhao one last look before turning around and leaving.

Watching Baguio leave, Yang Wenhao didn't recover for a long time.

"The most boring thing is to be unaccompanied on the road to longevity."

For some reason, such a sentence suddenly popped up in Yang Wenhao's mind.

That day, he looked down at the Moon Well.

I saw a person in it, and that was Yang Ying.

But in fact, there are still a few phantoms beside Yang Ying.

"When you go back, deal with it properly. Since you are merciful, there must be a good death over there."

As a cultivator of immortals, Yang Wenhao's lifespan will definitely not be limited to a few hundred years, and it is not impossible to wear a long-term vision.

On this road of longevity, it is not normal for someone to accompany you for the rest of your life.

The next day, because the righteous way came one after another, people from the Demon Cult gradually gathered.

And Yang Wenhao also received the task.

"Located in the middle of Liubo Mountain, there is a stronghold of the Demon Cult, and there are no strongmen of the older generation in it, so we want you to experience it."

It was decided by the older generation who came from Qingyunmen, Tianyin Temple and Fenxianggu.

Even if they don't want to, they have no choice but to go.

So, the young disciples of the three families went to the stronghold of Liubo Mountain.

"Junior Sister Lu." As soon as he saw Lu Xueqi, Li Xun came over with a smile on his face.

Lu Xueqi nodded slightly, but remained cold and silent.

Seeing that Lu Xueqi was so indifferent to him, Li Xun didn't continue to put on a hot face and a cold ass, and retreated to the side, standing with his junior sister Yan Hong.

And Lu Xueqi walked side by side with Yang Wenhao.

In the case of Tianyin Temple, it sent three disciples, Faxiang, Fashan, and Fazhong.

Everyone is an old acquaintance, and there is not too much formality.

Everyone came to this stronghold, and then began to fight.

When Yang Wenhao and Lu Xueqi used their swords, they were like a match made in heaven, with two swords combined, they are invincible in the world.

Anyone who met Yang Wenhao and Lu Xueqi couldn't fight for a round.

Although there are some strong people in this stronghold, they are not too strong. After all, there are no people from the older generation.

Except for those of the older generation, other people's actions can't stop them, these heaven's favored ones.

But there are exceptions to everything.

But when everyone was cleaning the Demon Cult's stronghold, there was a sudden scream.

Yan Hong from Fenxiang Valley was hit on the chest by someone's palm, and flew back directly vomiting blood.

Seeing this, Yang Wenhao hurried forward to catch Yan Hong.

"Thank you so much, Junior Brother." Yan Hong's mouth was covered with blood, obviously seriously injured.

Seeing this, Yang Wenhao hurriedly took out some healing pills from his bosom and fed them to Yan Hong, and then transmitted some true energy to Yan Hong to maintain Yan Hong.

"Hurry up and save Senior Brother Li."

Yan Hong raised her hand tremblingly, and pointed to the direction where she flew upside down.

At this time, Lu Xueqi also came, Yang Wenhao handed Yan Hong to Lu Xueqi, and then ran in that direction.

"Junior brother, be careful." Lu Xueqi shouted from behind.

Yang Wenhao nodded slightly, and then ran in directly holding the Dragon Slaying Sword.

When I came to the building, I found that there was an old man who was not weak.

But Li Xun was standing in front of him with a sword at this time, knelt on the ground with one knee covering his chest, vomited blood, apparently he was not clearly injured.

"Oh? Here's another one to die?" The demonic old man turned his gaze to Yang Wenhao.

"Who are you, report your name, I will not kill the unknown person, my lord."

Yang Wenhao slashed the dragon sword out, pointing directly at the demonic old man.

(End of this chapter)