Ye Yang's words stunned King Pengtian for a moment, and then his face became even gloomier.

"Your Excellency is meddling too much."

"Don't forget, this is my territory. Even if those Jindan cultivators come to chase me, I have my own plan to deal with them."

King Pengtian sneered, with a cunning light flashing in his eyes.

After he finished speaking, his figure flashed and the silver sky roc behind him flapped its wings and took off, quickly mobilizing all the strength in his body.

It turned into an afterimage again and rushed towards Ye Yang.

The battle between the two began again.

Ye Yang's movements became faster and faster, like a dream, like lightning, like light, like wind.

Every time he attacked, he was looking for King Pengtian's weakness.

King Pengtian showed no sign of weakness and used all his magical powers to the utmost.

He whistled, holding a silver sky-splitting sword in his hand, with a faint glow of silver wings surrounding him, looking majestic.

"Peng Yu flies to the sky."

Ye Yang saw this.

He struck out with a palm, and it seemed as if he was holding lightning in his hand. A golden-winged demon roc flew up from his fingertips, so fast that people could not react.

At this moment he could also sense that the reason why King Pengtian was able to unleash the extreme speed of Pengyu was through his every move.

It all depends on the motivation of destiny
The Great Demonic Peng Fa was unleashed, and King Pengtian was hit by the tremendous force and immediately staggered backwards.

Ye Yang's attack was like a storm.

He flashed and appeared in front of King Pengtian. A dazzling lightning condensed between his palms, as fast as thunder.

He shouted in a deep voice: "Go!"

Then he clenched his fingers, which turned into a shining and curved eagle's beak, and shot out from top to bottom, heading straight for the face of King Pengtian.

King Pengtian had just had his eyes pierced by this move. Seeing this, he did not dare to be negligent. He held the silver sword in his hand, gently flapped his silver wings, and dodged to the side.

Trying to dodge the blow.

But Ye Yang was faster and forced him into a desperate situation in an instant.

It intertwined with the silver sword, bursting out with brilliant light.

The powerful shock wave spread in all directions, shattering the surrounding rocks and causing dust to fly.

The next moment, the eagle's beak fingers turned into countless tiny electric snakes at the moment of collision, moving along the silver sword of King Pengtian, making crackling sounds.

The surrounding space seemed to be torn apart, forming small whirlpools.

Under this attack, King Pengtian flew backwards involuntarily and fell to the ground, but was forced back by the huge force.

Every step left a deep footprint on the ground.

His face changed slightly, obviously he didn't expect Ye Yang's attack power to be so strong.

Ye Yang took advantage of the situation and pursued him, his figure like a ghost, continuously launching fierce attacks on King Pengtian.

"First you hurt my eyes, and now you want my name. You're pushing me too far!"

King Pengtian shouted sternly, with a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes.

He swung the silver sword in his hand violently, and a huge silver sword energy swept towards Ye Yang.

At the same time, the silver wings behind King Pengtian emitted an unprecedented dazzling light, as if to dye the entire sky silver.

Ye Yang's figure moved as fast as lightning, cleverly avoiding the frontal impact of the sword energy.

Although he was unable to avoid the remaining sword energy and attacked him, it did not do any harm. Instead, it made a clanging sound like the collision of steel.

Ding!Ding!Ding!
Wherever the sword energy passed, a deep gully was cut into the ground and smoke and dust filled the air.

But the old man in black robe in front of him seemed to be unharmed.

"What a strong body!"

"how come."

……

King Pengtian was extremely shocked. He had just attacked with all his strength, but his sword energy did not leave the slightest mark on his body.

This level of physical strength is really too terrifying.

It was like a huge wall, or like a giant ancient beast, stretching across the front, indestructible.

The next moment, before he could react.

A flash of light like lightning suddenly rushed up.

Ye Yang suddenly appeared behind this person.

A heavy punch hit him hard on the back.

Ah!
King Pengtian was severely injured, spitting out blood, and fell forward uncontrollably.

"Senior, have mercy on me."

He shouted and was about to beg for mercy, but it was too late.

Ye Yang's movements were as fast as lightning, leaving no chance for King Pengtian to beg for mercy.

He just pulled his palms lightly, and the golden flying feathers of Pengmo spread out like strands of sword light, shining all over the battlefield like blazing sunlight.

Then, he turned his wrist, and the golden light actually penetrated King Pengtian's neck directly, twisting his head off cleanly.

As King Pengtian's head was separated, a stream of blood gushed out, staining Ye Yang's clothes red.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, making people feel suffocated.

The monks around were stunned by this scene. They did not expect that the old man in black robe who suddenly appeared would end the battle so decisively.

Ye Yang held the head of King Pengtian in his hand, but there was no wavering in his heart.

He knew that in the spiritual world, mercy often meant death.

He gently threw King Pengtian's head aside.

Bang!
King Pengtian's head fell to the ground, blood splattered, and stirred up a cloud of dust.

Ye Yang raised his head and looked at everyone at the banquet.

"Everyone, to be honest, Peng Tian is my junior fellow apprentice. He just stole the treasure of our sect, so I came here to clean up the mess."

"Now that he is dead, this Cangyun Mountain naturally falls into my hands."

"I will now pay double the price of the conditions offered by Pengtian. Anyone who is willing to join my Cangyun Mountain will be one of us."

When everyone heard these words, they did not speak, but continued to think silently.

Judging from what this person said, he has a master behind him. Since Pengtian is his junior fellow apprentice, does he have a master behind him, or even several uncles, senior masters, or even ancestors?

If this person is so powerful, then how powerful must their predecessors be.

No wonder Gan sneaked into the harem of Dayun Dynasty at night and stole precious treasures.

Thinking of this, no one dared to speak anymore. They lowered their heads, and remained silent, not uttering a single word.

The atmosphere at this moment was solemn and tense.

Everyone knows that the strength of Cangyun Mountain should not be underestimated.

Now that it has fallen into the hands of this mysterious old man, it means that there may be more changes in the future.

And this person is too strong.

King Pengtian, as a rebel king, is extremely powerful and is said to have already reached the realm of Purple Mansion True Man.

Otherwise, it would not have been able to claim the title of one of the thirty-eight armies sent to support the king.

However, he was quickly killed by the opponent in the battle just now.

This shows that the opponent's strength is far superior to King Pengtian. Just as everyone was still hesitating, a figure suddenly jumped out of the crowd, like a black lightning, and quickly jumped into the air.

This person is the Leopard Demon.

He has sharp eyes and a nimble figure, and is obviously not an ordinary character.

The leopard demon's voice was steady and powerful.

"Thank you for the opportunity, Senior. I, Leopard Demon, am willing to join Cangyun Mountain!"

Everyone was surprised to see this figure suddenly appear.

"It's the leopard demon from the Demon Devouring Immovable City."

"This man was quite famous in the Great Fortune Dynasty many years ago and was listed on the Demon Slayer List. However, he was later wanted by the Great Fortune Dynasty and fled to Yalong Ridge to avoid the limelight for the time being."

"When I came back, I had already achieved the perfection of martial arts."

"It gathers a group of demons, howling in one direction, gathering intelligence, and can be considered an underground force."

"From the looks of it, he is planning to take refuge at Cangyun Mountain."

……

Ye Yang smiled slightly, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

He looked at the leopard demon and nodded.

"Okay! Welcome to join Cangyun Mountain."

Upon hearing this, the Leopard Demon showed an 'excited' smile on his face, slowly landed on the ground, and then walked to Ye Yang's side.

There was a double act with Ye Yang and Leopard Demon.

Seeing this, others also took action.

Some showed joy on their faces and seemed ready to join in.

Some of them frowned, obviously still considering it.

Ye Yang looked around and spoke again.

"Everyone, the door of Cangyun Mountain is always open to people of insight. If you are interested, you can come to me for a detailed discussion at any time."

Ye Yang's words were powerful and chilling.

Everyone present felt an irresistible pressure.

"You are not our king."

"Whether we want to take over Cangyun Mountain depends on whether we are willing or not."

……

At this moment, several voices were heard.

Ye Yang raised his head and looked at these people. The ones who were talking were men in silver robes.

He has the same aura as King Pengtian.

At first glance, he is obviously a direct descendant of King Pengtian.

Ye Yang snorted coldly, and his voice passed through the crowd like a cold wind.

The atmosphere around was frozen to the extreme, and the onlookers' hearts were beating like drumsticks.

His eyes swept over these people, and they immediately vomited blood, their eyes were dull and they screamed continuously.

Some squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, some fled in panic, chaos and panic swept across the country like a tide.

But no matter where you escape to, it's no use.

These people seemed to be bound by a spell and dared not make any sound.

The next moment, with a creaking sound, it suddenly split in half, and the person was dead in an instant.

This sudden scene plunged the surrounding crowd into deathly silence.

Fear spread in everyone's heart, and they couldn't understand it.

Why does this man have such terrifying power with just a cold snort?

Ye Yang was unmoved, his eyes were as cold as ice, as if everything that had just happened was just a trivial matter.

"Who else objects?"

A group of people looked at each other, and no one dared to say a word.

After a while, Liu Qingyun, the disciple of King Furong Qinglian, spoke.

"I am willing to acknowledge the king."

As soon as the voice fell, people responded in droves.

"Zuo Zimo greets the king."

Zuo Zimo, wearing a green robe, stood up while riding the Bull Demon under his crotch.

He stroked his beard and looked at Ye Yang firmly, with a hint of respect in his tone.

His statement was like a floodgate opening. When more people saw these strong men take the lead in expressing their opinions, they immediately responded.

"I've met the king!"

"We are willing to follow the new king and create a new world for Cang Yun Mountain together!"

……

"very good."

Ye Yang's voice was calm and powerful, and he looked around.

"Everyone will be rewarded today!"

After saying that, Ye Yang waved his hand gently, signaling everyone to disperse.

He slowly turned around and left the scene, leaving behind horror and chaos.

late at night.

While Ye Yang was playing with the Soul-Condensing Orb, he called the Leopard Demon over.

The Leopard Demon was holding a stack of jade slips in his hand, which contained various materials seized from Cangyun Mountain.

Ye Yang took a look.

"Including those who are willing to join this time, there are actually more than fifty cultivators at the Warrior level, and nearly 30,000 free cultivators."

This is a powerful force.

In Cangyun Mountain, the ratio between the independent cultivators at the Tongqi realm and the cultivators at the Wuren realm is extremely unbalanced.

This was not unexpected to Ye Yang.

After all, these people are just a mob, and word spreads from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred, and they gather together.

A cultivator at the warrior realm can live a glamorous life no matter where he is.

Most of them would not go to this den of traitors to make a living.

As for cultivators in the Tongqi realm, they are not uncommon, especially in the early stages of Tongqi, when there are almost no bottlenecks.

As long as there is sufficient spiritual energy and appropriate skills, the aptitude of the bones is not too poor.

After practicing for more than ten years, I was finally able to sense the Qi.

It is normal for tens of thousands of them to gather in the mountains and forests.

"Now that all sects and schools have laid hidden hands in the Dayun Dynasty, Feitian Sect cannot fall behind. We can take this opportunity to plant chess pieces in Cangyun Mountain and wait for the need."

"It's just that I don't know when I can break through to the Golden Core Realm."

(End of this chapter)