Chapter 912

Ye Tianze himself is the only person in the world who has practiced the Huntian Art, and he has never thought of passing the Huntian Art to future generations.

The reason is nothing less than the fact that the previous life was too busy, so busy to the end, there was no successor when he died, and this life was even more busy.

Busy to make up for the regrets of the previous life, so the Huntian Art has not really been perfected until now, and even the nine guns of Huntian are only seven guns.

And if the truly mature martial arts and spiritual methods are to be passed on to future generations, it is absolutely impossible to completely follow his path, and it is only suitable for future generations to practice by dividing them into different levels.

The so-called first level that Zhou Yuxiang got was just that Ye Tianze had directly intercepted a section of the Huntian Art that he had practiced in the early days.

Without any modification or experience, unless Zhou Yuxiang is really the kind of person with cultivation talent, far surpassing Ye Tianze's, it is possible to find experience from such a mixed cultivation mentality.

Otherwise, forcibly cultivating will only make him go crazy.

And what Ye Tianze wants is that he is obsessed with evil. If he is not obsessed with evil, he and Qin Weiyang will not be able to deal with Zhou Yuxiang.

Qin Weiyang was also smart when he heard it. He understood what he meant when he heard it, and said with a smile: "This guy should not be crazy when that time comes."

While speaking, it suddenly started to rain, and the rain became heavier and louder, and the sound of the rain covered the original silence of the Tiandao Institute.

In the heavy rain drifting, a person hurried up the mountain, came to Zhou Yuxiang's residence, and said, "Sir, it's not good, Yang Wuhui left the palace and went to the Jiuzhong Building alone."

It was Tang Tianjun who came. When he saw Qin Weiyang, Tang Tianjun was shocked. In his opinion, Qin Weiyang was far more terrifying than Ye Tianze.

"What's going on?" Ye Tianze asked.

Tang Tianjun immediately recounted the process. Originally, Yang Wuhui was healing in the palace of the gods, but as long as he was in the palace of the gods, no one could touch him.

Tang Tianjun thought at first that it was impossible for Yang Wugui to go out again, but when he was about to go to rest, Yang Wugui suddenly left.

He didn't hide it from the people in the palace, but when he left, he was stopped by Zhou Chong. Zhou Chong clearly told him that when he left the palace, his actions would no longer have anything to do with the palace. The Palace of God will not keep him safe.

The meaning of the words is that Yang Wuhui should not be impulsive, stay in the palace of the gods to practice, sooner or later, he will be able to take revenge.

But Yang Wuhui went his own way and left the palace of the generals. Tang Tianjun immediately came to inform Ye Tianze.

"It seems...he was prepared long ago and was going to be caught off guard by the Jiuzhonglou." Ye Tianze said with a wry smile, "Let's go and see!"

He immediately called Zhou Yuxiang over and left the Tiandao Institute.

Yulong City, where the rain is pouring, has curfew at this moment, and only the guards of Yulong City patrolling the night are walking on the street.

Yang Wuhui was walking in the rain wearing a mink robe. He was not unprepared. Everyone knew at the time of the competition that he was seriously injured.

And after entering the mansion of the gods, it is impossible for the people in the nine-story building to come to trouble him again, so no one will think that he will choose to take revenge tonight, and it is even more impossible for the people in the nine-story building to think of it.

When he came to the mansion of Jiuzhonglou, looking at the towering pavilion in front of him, in addition to memories, there was also sadness in his heart.

This is the place where he was born and where he grew up.

However, he still clearly knew that every corner and every arrangement in the Nine-Story Building, because that was his memory.

On a rainy night, he stood in front of the gate of the Nine-Story Building, looked at the five ancient characters "Fengge Nine-Story Tower" on the plaque, and pulled out the sword at his waist.

The cold light flickered, and the two guards had just reacted before they fell into a pool of blood.

However, Yang Wuhui had just stepped on the steps to enter the ninth-level building. Suddenly, in the ninth-level building, the lights were bright, and a group of swordsmen filed out, surrounding him at the gate.

"Hahaha, little beast, we've been waiting for you for a long time!" Hu Cong and Su Hu walked out one after the other.

Dozens of elders from the Nine-Story Building have all arrived, but only the mysterious landlord has not been seen.

"Feng Yaori, this old bastard, let him get out and meet me!" Yang Wuhui's eyes were blood red, and he didn't care at all about the hundreds of swordsmen who were besieging him.

"You son of a bitch, when you poisoned your father and tried to usurp the throne, but the landlord saw it through and fled, and you dare to come back today. If the landlord came forward, wouldn't he have dirty the landlord's hands?"

Hu Cong sneered and said, "Come on, don't live, hacked to death!"

As soon as the words fell, dozens of swordsmen immediately attacked Yang Wuhui, and the wind spirit power surged under the rainy night, and the raindrops could not get close to their bodies, and they were blown away by the wind spirit power.

Seeing that Yang Wugui was in crisis, suddenly a golden light flashed, and dozens of people rushed towards Yang Wugui, all of them fell to the ground and fell in a pool of blood.

An old man flashed over and landed next to Yang Wuhui. He was dressed as usual, with crane hair and white beard, with a resolute face, murderous eyes in his eyes, and a golden sword in his hand, which was particularly dazzling in the rainy night.

"Golden Swordsmen, Ding Yue!" Hu Cong's expression changed.

The Golden Sabre Gate, the tyrannical power of the Eastern Realm, is equivalent to the general status of the three sects and seven sects in the Southern Realm, but the strength of the Golden Sabre Sect in the Eastern Realm is obviously stronger than the Muyun Sect headed by the three sects and seven sects in the Southern Realm, and even far more than that. A borderline gap.

The old man in front of him was Yang Wuhui's grandfather, Ding Yue, the sect master of Jindaomen, a giant with a cultivation base, and a strong man on the Earth List.

"Hu Cong, I haven't seen you for more than ten years. Your mouth is getting more and more agile, and you have even learned to rake!" Ding Yue sneered.

A group of disciples from the Nine-Story Building immediately stepped back a dozen steps. At this moment, there was a sudden thunder and lightning, and there were countless footsteps in the dark alley.

Under the thunder light, people saw a group of black shadows holding big knives, rushing out of the alley, there were thousands of people, and they rushed over in an instant.

Before Hu Cong could speak, they raised their knives and fell to the ground. They fought with the people from the Nine-Story Building. In less than a moment, the hundreds of Nine-Story Tower disciples surrounding Yang Wuhui were all beheaded to the ground. , The blood stained the stone steps, and under the scouring of the rain, the outside of the Jiuzhong Building turned into a sea of ​​blood.

The disciples of the Golden Sabre Sect are all fierce, and in those pairs of eyes, they are also full of murderous aura.

Hu Cong watched helplessly as the hundreds of swordsmen in the Nine-Story Building fell in a pool of blood, his face a bit ugly, but he glanced at the people present and regained his calm.

"Ding Yue, don't forget, this is the Jiuzhong Building, the Royal Dragon City, but not your Golden Sword Gate in the East!" Hu Cong sneered.

"I naturally know that this is the Nine-Story Building, and I naturally know that this is the Royal Dragon City. The little daughter and son-in-law died here, how could I forget?"

Ding Yue roared like a lion, "Feng Yaori, get out and die!"

As soon as the words fell, suddenly in the dark street, a fire lit up, illuminating the surroundings of the entire Nine-Story Building.

Countless footsteps and swords were drawn, and groups of disciples in nine-layered daoist uniforms filed out, as many as four or five thousand.

In an instant, the gate was surrounded by water.

Immediately after, an old man came out. The old man had gray hair, but he looked like a child, and his eyes showed fortitude.

"Ding Yue, long time no see." This person is the owner of Jiuzhong Building, Feng Yaori.

He is also Yang Wugui's uncle.

"Unfortunately, the mantis catching the cicada and the oriole is behind, do you really think that thousands of people from your Golden Sabre Sect have entered Yulong City, and can you hide from my Jiuzhonglou?"

Feng Yaori sneered, "If you come, don't leave."