Everyone is a demon, why are you covered in holy light?

This battle was actually quite baffling, but fortunately it didn't waste Yang Yu too much time.

Yang Yu always dealt with people like this who came to provoke them in person as soon as possible. If he could kill them now, he would never wait until three days later.

Three days, that's a full thirty-six hours. Who knows if there will be any changes in this.

He clapped his hands and looked at the slowly healing blood marks on his shoulders and the dissipating green light.

Although the wound has healed, I have to say that this guy still has two brushes, and the power of the sword energy is indeed good.

If he hadn't met him, he would have been considered a leader among Rousei.

Unfortunately, that's all.

Not to mention Rou Shang, he had even killed the Zombie God. On the way to Shifang City, he had killed countless monsters in Rou Shang, so Rou Shang was nothing.

There were footsteps not far away, and two beautiful figures rushed over quickly.

They are Huiyu and Miao Shuang, Yang Yu's two maid disciples.

But when I saw that only Yang Gu was standing here, Yin Zhou was nowhere to be seen. There was a big pit in the courtyard, and there was a long ravine not far away.

It was obvious that a battle had taken place here, and the air was even filled with the aura of magic that had not completely dissipated.

"Senior brother, senior brother Yin Zhou..."

The two women seemed to have thought of something, and their expressions suddenly became strange.

"he's gone."

Yang Yu replied very calmly. He was not going to waste any more time. He ignored the two women and walked towards the small attic.

"Clean this place up."

"……yes!"

Looking at Yang Yu's leaving figure, the two women seemed to have not come back to their senses. They didn't respond until Yang Yu walked away, and the two looked at each other.

Senior Brother Yin Zhou...is dead!

As a five-star disciple of Tieshan Tower, and the leader among the five-star disciples, he died like this.

This is the vision of the elder of Jinlu Pavilion's internal affairs. It is indeed vicious.

No wonder they turned away Senior Brother Yin Zhou, but chose to bring back a disciple from the outer sect who was not from Jinlu Pavilion.

If it were said that before them, not only them, but also a group of disciples from Tieshan Tower were puzzled by Elder Zhuanyu's rejection of Senior Brother Yin Zhou.

With Senior Brother Yin Zhou's talent and strength, as well as his status in Tieshan Tower, most of the elders in the sect would choose to accept it if they took the initiative to become disciples.

Only Elder Zhuan Yu was so stubborn and refused to accept him as his disciple.

Now it seems that there is indeed a reason.

The strongest has its own strong hand, and the green mountains beyond the mountains and the towers beyond.

Where does this Senior Brother Yang come from? So powerful? !

Although they didn't know it, both women realized that if they could serve this senior brother well, it might be an opportunity in the future.

Soon Yang Yu returned to the small attic, but when he closed the door with his backhand and was about to go to the quiet room on the second floor to continue the preparations for the shell cultivation technique that he had postponed before, his steps suddenly stopped.

At some point, a figure suddenly appeared in the hall, sitting on the main seat where he had previously sat, looking at him with a smile on his face.

He is a stupid old man!

"Master!"

Yang Gu immediately bowed.

He knew that the fluctuations in the battle between him and Yin Zhou would definitely be noticed by the old man Zhuan Yu, but he did not expect that the old man Zhuan Yu would be so elusive.

"You did a good job."

The old man Zhuan Yu slowly stood up from his seat and walked towards Yang Yu.

In fact, when Yin Zhou died, he rushed over immediately, but Yang Yu didn't notice him just now.

He didn't expect Yin Zhou's death, nor did he expect the plague.

Originally, the two of them had expected that Yin Zhou, whose cultivation level was greater than that of Yang Yu, was also stronger than Yang Yu. The outcome of this battle could already be imagined.

Wen Zhao is not prepared to stop Zhuan Yu to the end. In fact, as long as Yin Zhou achieves his goal, Zhuan Yu will eventually take action and spare Yang Yu's life.

Otherwise, if Yang Yu dies in Yin Zhou's hands, then the two of them will be completely at odds with each other, and they will be enemies in the future.

How could it be possible for two disciples to influence the grudge between the two house elders?

But no one expected that just after the battle, Yin Zhou suddenly disappeared without even taking two breaths...

It's like disappearing from this world all of a sudden, disappearing completely, even the soul disappears together!

Even they were completely surprised by the strength shown by Yang Yu.

Therefore, between the two of them, at the moment of Yin Zhou's death, it was no longer the omen of plague that blocked Zhuan Yu, but it became the omen of plague that blocked Zhuan Yu.

After all, this was Wenzhao's new disciple. He had not yet had time to announce it to the public, and he had not even had time to undergo a formal apprenticeship ceremony. He suddenly disappeared.

One can imagine what kind of emotional state the plague was in at that time.

However, the plague omen can stop Zhuanyu, and Zhuanyu can also stop the plague omen.

Both of them are ignorant, and no one can do anything to the other in a short period of time.

In the end, the matter ended like this. There was only one sentence left before the plague left:

"You'd better pray that he doesn't walk out of the gate of Jinlu Pavilion!"

Zhuan Yu didn't pay too much attention to Wenzhao's words. He just watched Wenzhao angrily leave Jin Chong Tower, feeling only infinite joy in his heart.

This disciple really got it right!

Not only can it help him complete his plan for Dade Temple, but he can even get an unexpected surprise.

He has already reported the planned matter to the pavilion master. After a while, when the time is right, Yang Gu will be sent to Dade Temple.

At that time, if Yang Gu can make achievements in Dade Temple, it will be of strategic value to Jinlu Pavilion. Even if Wen Zhao wants to take action against him, the pavilion master will not allow it.

So he won't worry about it at all.

In the small attic.

Faced with Zhuan Yu's praise, Yang Yu looked confused.

He just killed someone, so how could he boast about it? Could there be other involvement in this matter?

"You have done a good job in this matter, so I can give you a small reward, tell me, what do you want? My Jinlu Pavilion's background may be able to meet all your requirements!"

The old man Zhuanyu said with a smile. The more he looked at Yang Yu, the more satisfied he became.

Is there such a surprise?

Yang Yu obviously didn't expect that he just killed Yin Zhou and had an unexpected surprise.

award? What does he need?

Of course it’s the art of destiny!

He has now reached the cultivation level of the middle stage of flesh and blood, and the next step is the late stage of flesh and blood.

But if he doesn't find a suitable destiny technique in advance, no matter how much his cultivation improves, he will still be stuck in the middle stage of physical death.

Therefore, the art of fate is the most important.

"It would be great if Master could let his disciples choose a technique."

Yang Eucalyptus replied immediately.

"Spells? Why are you obsessed with spells? Don't you understand that if you don't have specialization in a spell, you have unlimited access to it, but you will suffer the consequences?"

Regarding magic, in this world, the more the better, it does not mean that the more, the better. It is precisely because of various cruel costs. If you practice too many magic, you will put yourself in danger.

This is not a good thing for any monk.

If one can practice a technique to a sufficiently proficient level, the power of specialization and the lesser the cost will be the most suitable practice method for monks.

"The skills that disciples practice need to rely on enough spells to improve their cultivation."

Yang Yu didn't say the name of his technique, he just explained it this way.

The solution to the wonderful way comes from the Earthly Dharma Stele. He has not yet figured out the origin of the Earthly Dharma Stele. Naturally, he wants to hide this kind of thing.

Although he also knew that the fewer and more precise the spells, the better, but that was for others.

For him, having the ability to purify and eliminate costs, these things that can enhance strength, are naturally the more the better.

But he didn't expect the old man Zhuanyu to frown when he heard Yang Yu's answer.

"A skill that relies on magic to improve? I didn't expect that such an ancient practice method is still circulated in today's era. You have taken a side road that cannot be turned back."

"..."

An ancient spiritual practice?

Yang Yu keenly captured this keyword and was very puzzled.

How does the solution to the wonderful way have anything to do with antiquity?

Is it possible that this kind of technique has long been eliminated in this era?

Zhuan Yu was originally in a good mood because he was satisfied with Yang Yu, but when he heard that Yang Yu's practice followed the ancient path, he couldn't help but restrain his smile.

Practicing the skills can only lead you to the dark side. Even as a Qi Dao, he has no way to do it. Once the skills are practiced, they cannot be changed.

Since he has practiced such a technique, it means that the price and danger Yang Yu needs to bear will be more complicated and terrifying than that of ordinary monks. This is not a good thing.

But since Yang Yu had already decided, he didn't stop him.

"This is a Golden Cord Order, which can open the entrance to the Golden Cord River. Within the Golden Cord River are various spells and various cultivation methods that I, Jin Lu Pavilion, have accumulated for countless years. This order can only be used once. I can only let you choose one of them, so be careful!"

Old Man Zhuanyu handed over a palm-sized jade token from his hand.

"Thank you Master!"

Yang Yu happily took it, and information about this thing suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

After just a cursory glance, he confirmed that the object was consistent with what the old man Zhuan Yu said, and then put it into the flesh burial talisman.

"Two months. There is only two months left for you. Make preparations early and don't slack off."

The old man Zhuan Yu seemed to have lost interest. After reminding Yang Yu, he immediately left.

"yes!"

Seeing that the figure of the old man Zhuan Yu suddenly faded and disappeared, and it really came and went without a trace, Yang Yu fell to the ground.

Countless golden lights were crawling around his body like ants, constantly going in and out of his body. Yang Yu was rolling on the ground, with a look of uncontrollable pain on his face.

Acting requires a complete performance. Although the old man Zhuan Yu has left, there is no guarantee that he is still spying on him.

This was the time when his "price hit", so he had to go through this process just in case.

After a stick of incense had passed, cold sweat had soaked Yang Yu's clothes, his entire face became extremely pale, and his lips turned purple.

Fortunately, the "price" has disappeared, and the broken flesh and blood all over his body is recovering quickly.

Yang Yu finally took a breath and dragged her exhausted body towards the quiet room on the second floor.

Two months is neither too much nor too little, but you must prepare for things that should be prepared in advance.