The strongest comprehension dude

Chapter 338
"The blood escape technique of the Demon Sect!" Yang Zaitian's eyes flashed brightly, "When did the Fahua Sect, who claims to be the authentic Buddhist sect, start practicing the technique of the Demon Sect!"

"Grandpa, do you want grandson to bring him back!" At this moment, YangMeng's lazy voice came from not far behind Yang Zaitian.

"No need!" Yang Zaitian said coldly: "Below is the residence of the Fa Huazong. Since he wants to hide back to the sect, we will go and destroy the Fa Huazong today!"

"Hahaha, good! Grandpa, let's kill him!" YangMeng laughed.

"En!" Yang Zaitian responded, and flew straight down.

……

In the Dharma Huazong residence, in front of a tower nearly [-] feet high, a blood-colored light and shadow stood out.

"puff!"

There was a soft sound, and Situ Xiongtian, who had no arms and completely turned into a blood man, appeared on the spot.

"Who? Dare to trespass on my Dharma Huazong residence?"

A group of Fahuazong monks who were stationed at the tower on the side, whose cultivation level was higher than Anjin, saw this blood-colored figure, and hurried over, pointing forward with a long iron stick in their hands, staring at Situ Xiongtian. Look.

"Ahem..." Situ Xiongtian coughed twice, and suddenly raised his pale face.

"Old Sect Master, is the old Sect Master!"

The leader of this team of monks guarding the tower was a tall, black and strong middle-aged man with a murderous face. He recognized this bloody figure at a glance, it was their old sect master Situ Xiongtian.

"Hurry up, hurry up and invite Elder Fayin to come to Jiuyao Pagoda, the old sect master is injured!"

The black and strong middle-aged man signaled his subordinates to take back the weapons in their hands, and walked to Situ Xiongtian's side in three steps at a time. Regardless of the blood dripping from his body, he grabbed his chest, and the true energy in his body continued to flow Infused into Situ Xiongtian's body to heal his wounds.

"Cough~~~" Situ Xiongtian coughed up two mouthfuls of black and purple blood, and said in a hoarse voice: "Cough cough, Yuantong, go, go and order 'Sizhen Pavilion' to open the big array of guardians, hurry, hurry!"

The black and strong middle-aged man named Yuantong was taken aback for a moment, then immediately reflected, and shouted: "Mingkong, Mingjue, you two immediately go to the 'Sizhen Pavilion' to report to Junior Brother Yuanlie, and let him immediately open the big door. Array, there must be nothing!"

"Yes, Master!"

Two 23-year-old youths hurried out from the group of monks, and they ran out after saying yes.

Yuantong lowered his head and thought for a while, then took out a palm-sized triangular token, threw it to a young monk in his thirties, and said, "Mingwen, take my warrant to go to the 'Yanwu Tower', please bring out Elder Bai and the others to prepare for it at any time." Fight!"

"Yes, Uncle Master!" The young monk responded, and hurriedly ran to another direction.

"call out!"

At this time, a slightly bloated figure rushed over from the northwest direction of the Fahuazong resident like a big bird, and shouted before landing: "Senior brother, who hurt you? Cut him to pieces!"

Situ Xiongtian looked up, a bitter smile appeared on his pale face, and said, "Ahem, Junior Brother Fayin, you are here!"

The bloated figure finally revealed his face. This is a 80-[-]-year-old man. His head is as bald as Situ Xiongtian. The fat features on his face are not clearly distinguished. His eyes are round like a slit. His body weighed two hundred and thirty to forty catties, and his body was wrapped in a beige monk's robe. When he walked, the ground trembled.

The black and strong Yuantong didn't look strong at all in front of the fat monk.

Pushing Yuantong away, the fat monk Fayin supported Situ Xiongtian's chest and abdomen, looking at his blood-drenched body, he was furious like an angry King Kong: "Brother, you, your arm... tell me quickly, Whoever hurt you, I must cut it into pieces to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

"Ahem~~~Okay, Fayin!" Situ Xiongtian shook his body, and said: "You stabilize the injury first, and then call Faron and the others to the front hall. If I guess correctly, they have already I'm chasing it!"

"They? Brother, who are they?" Fayin asked.

Situ Xiongtian gritted his teeth and said, "Who? Hmph! Taijimen, Yang Zaitian!"

"Yang Zaitian?" Fa Yin was stunned, his narrowed eyes suddenly opened suddenly, and the whites of the eyes quickly congested and turned red.

"Brother, are you saying that the injury on your body was caused by that little bastard Yang Zaitian?" Fa Yin roared.

Situ Xiongtian said with hatred in his eyes, "Not bad!"

Fa Yin said incredulously: "Impossible, even if that little beast is extremely talented, he couldn't successfully climb from the Realm of Huajin to the Realm of Foundation Establishment in just 57 years?"

"Him?" Situ Xiongtian said with hatred: "When Ying'er and I went to rob and kill Yang Zaitian, a young man who claimed to be Yang Zaitian's grandson suddenly stepped in. He just patted Yang Zaitian lightly, not only The injuries on Yang Zaitian's body recovered in an instant, and even his cultivation base skyrocketed from innate to the peak of the mid-stage Foundation Establishment, which is better than me!"

"What?" The fat monk's voice suddenly rose, "You mean that the reason why Yang Zaitian's cultivation can grow so fast is because of his grandson?"

"Hmm!" Situ Xiongtian's face was very ugly.

"Impossible!" Fayin said incredulously: "Could it be that that kid is the legendary cultivator? Otherwise, how could it be possible that Xiaonian has cultivated to the foundation establishment stage?"

Situ Xiongtian shook his head, but did not speak.

"Old Ghost Situ, get the hell out of here! When did the majestic Fahua Sect, one of the top ten sects, learn how to be a turtle?"

Just when Fayin was still struggling, a hearty voice came from the gate of Fahuazong.

This voice spread throughout the Fa Huazong residence, obviously Yang Zaitian injected true energy into it.

"Yang Zaitian!"

Fayin Fat Monk's eyes turned red when he heard this voice.

He is full of hatred towards Yang Zaitian, if it wasn't for him back then, how could his master have died, how could the extremely powerful sect have collapsed just like that?This is all thanks to Yang Zaitian!
……

Yang Zaitian, Yang Meng, Yang Luotian, and old monk Yinkong, who had already come to their senses, all stood on the blue cloud group that Yang Meng had summoned, their eyes fixed on the Fahuazong Mountain Gate that was directly in front of them.

In fact, the mountain gate of Fa Huazong is just a simple wooden archway. Although the style is a bit ordinary, the choice of materials is not vague at all.

The wooden archway is made of the hardest thousand-year-old iron wood. Iron wood is usually used as the foundation of the formation in the cultivation world. No matter what formation is carved on it, it can be preserved forever.

On the archway are some fragments of ten thousand-year amber, ice marrow, nine-color glazed stone... hundreds of kinds of spiritual materials used to form formations in the cultivation world, these things are only used to build an archway, so it can be seen that this Fa Huazong The importance of a door.

In addition, on this gigantic archway nearly ten meters high and nearly five meters wide, there are three complete formations in total, which are the 'Dragon Dragon Formation', the 'Fu Hu Formation' and the first level 'Immovable Diamond Formation'. The first two of these three formations are naturally offensive formations, while the latter is a defensive formation secreted by Buddhism.

These three formations can be offensive and defensive, and they are perfectly integrated.And now these three large formations have been fully opened, and at least three disciples of the innate realm of the Fahua Sect are standing in each direction to abbot the formations.

A layer of hazy golden light firmly protected the Dharma Huazong residence within a radius of three miles. To break through, besides knowing how to break the formation, there is another way to forcibly break the formation and demolish the archway violently.

"Shhh~~~"

Dozens of brilliance pierced the sky and appeared in front of the mountain gate of Fahuazong.

Seeing the clouds floating in mid-air outside the formation, Situ Xiongtian, who was carried by the fat monk Fayin and came to the mountain gate, shouted: "Yang Zaitian, I have returned to the mountain gate now, what else do you want? "

Before Yang Zaitian could speak, YangMeng was the first to shout: "Old ghost Situ, if you were the one who secretly set hands on you on the way back to the door, would you easily let it go?"

"Senior brother, is this little bastard Yang Zaitian's grandson?" Hearing Yang Meng's shout, Fa Yin, who was standing beside Situ Xiongtian, asked.

Situ Xiongtian nodded at Fayin, but did not speak.Because he had nothing to say, if he was the one who was murdered, he might directly pull a group of people from the sect to kill the guy who dared to murder him.

But if he doesn't speak, it doesn't mean Fayin doesn't speak.

I only heard the old fat monk shouting angrily: "Little bastard of the Yang family! Back then, your Tai Chi sect bullied my Fahua sect and let my disciples go to seven out of ten. Today, you bully me again. Do you really think that my Fahua sect is yours?" Is there no one?"

I've seen shameless ones, but I've never seen such shameless ones. Since you Fa Huazong are willing to distort the facts, then I'll just tear my face apart.

Thinking of this, a cold light flashed across YangMeng's face, and he said:
"Old bastard, you and I know what happened today, don't say anything and I'll bully you again. Since you Fahuazong dare to kill my grandfather, you must be prepared to bear my anger! Also, you You old bastard, it's best to save your energy, don't yell at me, or you won't have the strength later, and it won't be enough for me to chop with a knife!"

"You, little bastard, I think you are courting death!"

The old monk Fayin had been pampered and respected for the past ten years, and none of the disciples in the sect dared to talk to him like that, so Yang Meng's words made the old monk Fayin go crazy instantly.

"call out!"

When the words fell to the ground, the old monk's bloated body rushed out of the gate like a cannonball, broke through the golden protection, and smashed towards YangMeng.

Seeing this, Situ Xiongtian became anxious, and quickly shouted: "Fa Yin, come back quickly, you are not his opponent!"

How could Fayin care about what Situ Xiongtian said, he had long suspected that what Situ Xiongtian said just now was wrong, with this skinny young man with greasy hair and noodles, he could instantly raise his grandfather's cultivation to the foundation building stage?
What an international joke!
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