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Chapter 329 The revenge of killing the father

Caught off guard, Yang Zaitian and Yin Kong were instantly sent flying tens of meters by this force.

"Buzz!"

The Taiji Qi in his body circulated rapidly, and Yang Zaitian, who was about to stop in mid-air, was about to fly to Yang Luotian's side again as soon as he stretched out his body.

The old monk Yinkong, who was standing still at the same time as him, had quick eyesight and quick hands, grabbed his arm and said anxiously: "My God, what are you going to do?"

"Senior, let go quickly, I want to go back and save my sixth uncle!" Yang Zaitian frantically swung Yin Kong's big hand that was holding him tightly, wanting to rush back.

Yinkong yelled: "Zaitian, wake up! Even if you go back now, what can you do? Old ghost Situ has already cultivated to the stage of foundation establishment, what can you do with your innate second-level cultivation base? Let's We can't let Luo Tian's kindness go to waste. The only thing we can do now is to rush back to the Taiji Gate as soon as possible, and tell the current head of Taiji Gate about the situation here. If the time is fast enough, maybe we can save Luo Tian !"

"This..." Yang Zaitian gritted his teeth and looked at Yang Luotian not far away, gritted his teeth fiercely, and said, "Senior, follow me back to the Tai Chi Gate!"

"call out!"

As soon as the words fell, Yang Zaitian fully unfolded his figure, and volleyed away in mid-air.

……

In the void not far away, he turned his head and glanced at Yang Zaitian and Yin Kong who had gone away, and Yang Luotian had a happy smile on his face.

At this moment, the thick and domineering Vajra Pestle was only about three feet away from him.

Feeling the ferocious flames that were entwined with invincibility and vowed to smash himself into pieces, Yang Luotian's eyes flashed a trace of the sadness of a hero's end, and after a while, a trace of hatred flashed across his face. It began to change rapidly, waves of true energy flowed out of his body, rippling away in all directions,

Suddenly, an incomparable aura rose from Yang Luotian's body, that aura was so similar to Situ Xiongtian's aura, the same vastness, the same thickness, and the same domineering aura!
Foundation period!
Yang Luotian used the sect's secret technique to exchange his lifespan for a short-term improvement in his cultivation. He actually crossed the half-step foundation-building stage and successfully reached the foundation-building stage.

Feeling the surging energy fluctuations in his body, Yang Luotian's face was still as calm as stagnant water, his whole body was as quiet as a stone sculpture, but the brilliant red flames not only rose from his palms, but also from his legs, Belly, chest, arms... the whole body is wrapped in strong Cang Huo Jin.

He was like a man of fire, raging flames ignited from his whole body, and the long sky sword surrounded by raging flames also rose into the sky, burning more and more intensely, burning brighter and brighter!

The whole void was filled with waves of scorching air, and the deep night sky seemed to suddenly turn into a sea of ​​flames.

Silently feeling Yang Luotian's cultivation level at the moment, Situ Xiongtian sneered, and secretly said: "You idiot, you used a secret method to forcibly raise your cultivation level to the early stage of foundation establishment. However, I really thought that breaking through to the foundation stage would be enough Is it better than me? It's just a fight between trapped beasts, and you will die in the end!"

Despite thinking this way in his heart, Situ Xiongtian's face was still full of solemnity, because in the move just now, it was because he underestimated Yang Luotian too much that he fell for him and was slightly injured.

"The third form of the Canghuo Taiji Sword, the seven swords go down to the Tianshan Mountains!"

Finally condensing enough true energy, Yang Luotian opened his eyes violently, and roared angrily.

"Chong!"

A long sky sword burning with flames, under Yang Luotian's control, turned into seven in an instant, and each sword was exactly the same, like a phantom.

The seven long sky swords appeared behind the void, facing the vajra blessing pestle with raging flames.

Where the Long Sky Sword passed, there were brilliant flames remaining under the night sky. They were like seven comets, dragging their long tails and crossing the endless night sky at the same time. The momentum was extremely terrifying.

"Boom~~~"

They shuttled through the air and made bursts of explosions under the night sky. The sound was like thunder, and the colorful firelights lit up the entire night sky. The brilliance was more moving than fireworks.

This 'Canghuo Taiji Sword' third form 'Seven Swords Down Tianshan' is indeed extremely powerful. This is Yang Luotian's counterattack. Even if Situ Xiongtian can't be killed, he must be stopped here so that Yang Zaitian and Yinkong are safe. Return to Tai Chi Gate.

"Chong!"

Finally, the two intersect.

The golden treasure pestle was as fierce as a lion, and it was extremely rigid. It directly smashed into the six long sky swords.

It turned out that the six long sky swords were nothing more than sword bodies transformed from pure blue fire strength. Although their power was still good, they were energy bodies after all, and they were not opponents of the Vajra Blessing Pestle at all.

Therefore, it was easily knocked into a small crimson flame, floating in the night sky.

As for the remaining long sky sword, after holding on for a few breaths, it broke every inch and turned into nothingness.

The Long Sky Sword is forged from Tianwai Xuantie and some other rare metals.Therefore, the sword is a good sword, but the move "Seven Swords Under the World" is beyond the scope of magic arts and has reached the level of Taoism. So the material is very brittle, and after being instilled with strong qi, it can no longer withstand such a violent impact.

"puff!"

Yang Luotianxin's long and thin body, like a kite with a broken string, flew across the night sky rapidly, and at the same time as it flew back rapidly, the crimson bright red scattered in the night sky like rain, shining in the colorful firelight down, refracting a strange brilliance.

On the other hand, Situ Xiongtian retreated tens of meters under Yang Luotian's almost crazy blow.

Desperately holding his body in mid-air, Situ Xiongtian's throat suddenly felt sweet, and a stream of blood flowed upstream along the throat.

This time he couldn't hold back at all, several mouthfuls of purplish red blood flowed out almost the moment he opened his mouth, dyeing his gray Buddhist robe dark red.

Looking at the Vajra Blessing Pestle in his hand, the light dimmed even more, and a few faint cracks appeared faintly.

Gently stroking the Vajra Blessing Pestle in his hand, Situ Xiongtian's eyes were filled with astonishment.If he hadn't experienced it himself, he would never have believed it. An ancient warrior who had forcibly promoted to the foundation-building stage by means of secret techniques almost destroyed his Buddhist magic weapon.

"A secret technique that can be upgraded by a whole level, and can make ordinary weapons emit spells that are comparable to the power of magical weapons! No, you must take it!"

It is said that wealth touches people's hearts, so top-quality secret techniques and spells are almost what ancient warriors dream of. Now that these two kinds of wealth are in front of Situ Xiongtian, he will naturally not let them go.

After hastily recovering from his injuries, Situ Xiongtian turned into a stream of light almost without thinking, appearing in front of Yang Luotian.

At this moment, Yang Luotian, after releasing that "Seven Swords Down the Tianshan Mountain", the foundation-building cultivation level raised by the secret method has completely receded like a tide, and the injuries caused by the impact just now are even worse. Deeply battered.

Under such circumstances, even if Yang Luotian wanted to escape, he was powerless.

Looking at Yang Luotian, whose face was as pale as paper and with a tired expression, Situ Xiongtian shook his hands and threw out a golden rope, binding Yang Luotian layer by layer.

On the peak of Scarlet Maple Ridge, after finding a relatively flat place, Situ Xiongtian threw Yang Luotian in his hand to the ground, and said with a hideous smile: "Lao Yang, did you ever think that one day you would Become a prisoner of my Fa Huazong?"

Yang Luotian glanced at Situ Xiongtian indifferently, but did not speak.

Seeing Yang Luotian not cooperating, Situ Xiongtian curled his lips and was not angry, but said quietly: "Are you delaying my time, so that the old Yinkong thief Bald and that little bastard Yang Zaitian can escape?"

Yang Luotian still kept his lips tightly shut, not intending to speak.

"If that's the case, your purpose of delaying time has been achieved, because I don't intend to chase them at all!" Situ Xiongtian said to himself.

"What do you mean?" Yang Luotian looked at Situ Xiongtian.

"What? Are you willing to talk?" Situ Xiongtian sneered slightly, and said, "For the sake of helping your nephew escape so painstakingly, I will tell you! Even if you don't stop me, I will I don't plan to go after Yang Zaitian either. The so-called 'the revenge of killing one's father cannot be shared with the heavens', I let my grandson take Yang Zaitian's life!"

When Yang Luotian heard the words, his eyes instantly turned red like blood, and a few words popped out between his teeth: "Old bastard, you are despicable!"

"Despicable?" Situ Xiongtian said full of hatred: "In order to destroy your Tai Chi sect, I will do even the most despicable things!"

……

On the southwest side of Scarlet Maple Ridge, Yang Zaitian and Yin Kong flew fast in the void, and they were about to fly out of the range of Fa Huazong. At this time, ten figures appeared on the outermost peak of Scarlet Maple Ridge.

One of them, a middle-aged man wearing a yellow robe and with long black hair raised up by a wooden hairpin, soared up from the peak and stood in front of Yang Zaitian.

Carefully looking at the middle-aged man who appeared suddenly, Yang Zaitian cupped his hands and said, "Who are you, and why do you want to block the way of the two of us?"

The middle-aged man didn't reply, but after carefully looking at Yang Zaitian for a while, he asked, "Your name is Yang Zaitian?"

Yang Zaitian was taken aback for a moment, but then he said, "Exactly, I don't know who you are?"

"You are right!" The middle-aged man nodded and continued, "Yang Zaitian, I wonder if you still remember Situ Haoran?"

"Situ Haoran! Situ Xiongtian's son, who are you?" Yang Zaitian realized something was wrong.

"Who am I? Hahaha, it's okay to tell you, Situ Haoran is my father!" The middle-aged man laughed loudly, "The disciples of the Fahua Sect obey the order and set up a dragon formation! Capture Yang Zaitian for this sect! "

(End of this chapter)