Chapter 57 Catacombs
At this moment, Ye Yang heard a scream behind him.

He looked back and found that the Fox Fairy Temple had come alive. The huge house was hanging upside down, and a huge arm grew out of thin air.

Then, he scooped up everyone in the field and stuffed them into his mouth as if he were eating beans.

People and horses were falling and running everywhere in the field, and there was great chaos for a while.

Ye Yang felt his body sinking downwards, and then he realized that he had fallen into the ground.

This seems to be a tomb with piles of bones in it.

He picked up a bone from the ground and found that there was still blood on it. The life force was still there, as if the person had died not long ago.

But the body seemed to have been bitten clean by something, with teeth marks everywhere.

The tomb was deep and large in area. Ye Yang walked for a long time but still didn't reach the end.

Instead, I heard the sound of rats running around in the tomb.

He heard a voice.

……

"Don't get so close to me. Don't think I don't know what you want to do. Take me away from here quickly, or I will kill you."

"It's Long Feng'er's voice."

Ye Yang put his head close to the stone wall of a tomb and heard people arguing inside. He looked inside through the crack in the door.

Only then did he notice a short and fat young man holding a bow and aiming it at a guard with murderous intent.

The guard screamed when Long Feng'er aimed at him.

He crashed into a stone wall and died instantly, his brain bursting.

Weird and abnormal!
This scene not only shocked Long Fenger, but also Ye Yang.

No one expected that the guard would lose control of his body and crash into the stone wall, committing suicide.

But then Ye Yang saw that the guard who had died before actually stood up again.

It seemed like a headless ghost, and soon it flew to Long Feng'er's side.

His face was pale and veins were exposed. The nails on his fingers had grown more than twice as long, and each one was as sharp as a dagger, tightly pinching Long Fenger's neck.

He kept shouting, "Give me back my life, give me back my life."

"I didn't kill you. I really didn't kill you."

Long Feng'er felt his breathing becoming increasingly tight.

After a while, deep marks appeared on the neck.

"Save me...save me."

Long Feng'er saw Ye Yang and kept waving at him, but Ye Yang pretended not to see it.

Slowly, Long Feng'er's breathing became weaker and weaker.

Just at the critical moment!
There was a roar from Long Feng'er's body, and a dragon with a ferocious head and horns appeared.

The dragon's spiritual light protected him tightly and blocked the strange figure outside.

"As expected of the son of the protector of the trade route, he actually has a treasure to protect himself."

Ye Yang thought to himself that Long Feng'er had already spotted him and was calling out.

"Brother outside, come and help me. My father is Long Gang, and he will soon be promoted to the deputy head of Feitian Sect. By then, you will definitely be rich and prosperous."

The two sides were in a stalemate, and the dragon's spiritual light became stronger and stronger.

The guard's hands were burned so hard by the heat that even his swollen blue-black nails were bent from the heat.

Ye Yang walked into Long Fenger's sight.

Seeing that the person was carrying a huge blade on his back and a green bamboo sword on his waist, Long Feng'er's face lit up with joy.

"Brother, please help me. My name is Long Fenger. I also practiced in Feitian Sect when I was a child. My father is Long Gang. Immediately..."

"You're going to be promoted to deputy hall master soon, right?"

"Yes, yes, you know that too?"

"Brother, help me get rid of this evil creature. I will ask my father to accept you as my disciple and teach you the supreme cultivation method."

"Your name is Long Feng'er?" "Yes, yes, you have heard of me, brother."

"I've heard of him. He's Long Feng'er, the one who bullied male disciples when he was a teenager and forced female disciples to sleep with him. Then he was reported and expelled from Feitian Sect?"

When Long Feng'er heard this, a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

"Brother, that's all slander. Once you save me, I'll tell you the whole story."

Long Feng'er shouted, and Ye Yang laughed while holding the ghost-head seven-ring knife.

"Don't worry, Junior Brother, I'm coming."

After saying that, he held the ghost-head seven-ring knife horizontally, and the clanging sound of the seven copper rings on the back of the knife colliding could be heard.

The sounds were like the collision of copper and iron, with a bang.

This was the first time that Ye Yang used the Wind and Frost Sword Technique with all his strength since he had perfected it.

The wind was howling, white frost was condensing, and the temperature around suddenly dropped to a level.

There were even places where water accumulated, and a layer of fine ice fragments slowly condensed.

The knife is a good one, made from the leftover materials from refining top-grade magic tools. It has amazing gravity and the blade is so sharp that it seems like a ferocious beast is attacking.

The iridescent blade flashed in the air, and each strike was faster than the last. Every strike hit the target without missing.

That dragon-shaped spiritual light!
Time has passed and it seems like there is only one cut, but in fact it is thirteen cuts, which is the prototype of the Thirteen Cuts of Time.

The power of these thirteen swords is combined.

It is the most powerful move after the Fengshuang Sword Technique was perfected.

Time passes and things change!
Before, he had been unable to use it due to his cultivation level, but now he is using it with all his strength!

Only after experiencing all kinds of life can you understand the fickleness of the world.

Only after traveling through mountains, rivers and streams can you know whether it is worth it.

I gently stroked the black hair on my forehead and suddenly found that the white hair was falling.

Suddenly I realized that time is unforgiving.

Therefore, the ancients often said: The moon is bright at the end of the world, and the years are like the sharp wind and frost.

With a bang, the dragon's spiritual light exploded, and a little sword energy fell on Long Fenger's face.

His black hair instantly turned gray and white, his skin became wrinkled, and he no longer had the youthful luster.

"Damn it, you actually attacked me, I'm going to be a ghost... a ghost..."

Long Feng'er shouted, but couldn't say a word.

The strange guard had been pinching his neck tightly, and soon, Long Feng'er was no longer alive.

At the same time, this strange guard was also infected by the sword energy, turned into an old corpse, and died on the spot.

"Ye is not even afraid of people, so how can I be afraid of ghosts? This can be regarded as revenge for the arrow you shot at me in Moli Mountain."

Ye Yang sneered. He was not a person who held grudges.

But for this arrogant and evil-minded person who wants to kill him.

Naturally, we have to cut the grass at its roots and kill it when no one is around to avoid future troubles.

The other party's father is the guardian Long Gang, so he knows deeply that conflicts should not be expressed in front of others. The surge in secret is the most fatal harm.

Therefore, Ye Yang usually smiles at others and never makes enemies easily.

But we must wait for the right opportunity and once we strike, we will make sure that they will never be able to recover and will no longer be a threat.

This was the first time he used the Wind and Frost Sword Technique with all his strength, and it was incredibly powerful.

It directly cut off Long Fenger's dragon aura, but Ye Yang had just mastered it and couldn't control the strength well, causing Long Fenger's black hair to turn white, but some clues were still left.

If someone were to look for it, it would easily lead to trouble.

Ye Yang was silent for a moment, then he walked to Long Feng'er and raised the sharp nails of the strange guard.

Imitating the opponent's movements, he tore Long Feng'er's throat, and a large pool of blood immediately flowed out.

After a while, countless rats crawled out of the underground tomb, drilled into Long Feng'er's clothes and face, and began to bite him vigorously.

(End of this chapter)