My Master Is a God

Yang Yiyun's roar was made with true energy. He roared from the top of the mountain and spread far away, in order to frighten those who peeked at Yunmen.

Today, two third-level innates from the Shen Sect and three second-level innates from the Yin Yue Sect were killed in succession. The only one left alive was a casual cultivator with the ability to wake up.

I believe that today’s events will spread throughout the ancient martial arts world.

A long roar will let those ancient warriors who are hiding around the village and peeking know that Yunmen is not easy to mess with.

There is no doubt that after today, he will become mortal enemies with the Overseas Shenzong and the Yinyue Sect.

But now Yang Yiyun is not afraid. After the foundation is successfully established, the cultivator's methods will gradually come into play, and many inheritances in his mind will open the door for him. These will be the confidence of him and Yunmen.

Coupled with the fact that the old master Jiu Xian is in charge, the hometown believes that after today's establishment of power, it can act as a deterrent.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Yiyun burned the five corpses with real fire, and obtained fifteen low-grade spiritual stones from these people, which was an unexpected gain.

Real fire cannot burn spiritual stones, so Yang Yiyun unceremoniously took them into the space of the Qiankun Pot. An extra spiritual stone would provide an extra layer of protection for the formation.

Then he returned to the village.

As soon as he entered, the old man Jiuxian narrowed his eyes and said, "Young Master Yun, you are obviously at the innate first level, but you are able to exert strength comparable to the sixth innate level. It really surprises me.

However, the killing just now was good. I found that after roaring, some people ran away one by one, and it finally became quiet. "

"Great Elder, you also heard what I just said on the top of the mountain. If there are ancient warriors or people with supernatural powers who don't follow the right path and dare to sneak into the ten miles of Yunmen, you must be polite and kill them all. Is it possible?" Yang Yiyun is now quite in awe of the old man Jiuxian.

This old man made him feel more and more unfathomable.

"Haha, as long as you tell me the origin of Monkey Wine, so that I can drink it every day, it's okay to show you the door." The old man Jiu Xian said with a smile after taking a sip of wine.

"Okay, I'm going to the ancient capital, and I'll take you to have a drink when I come back." With the words of the old man Jiuxian, Yang Yiyun felt relieved.

Yang Yiyun is very relieved to have him at home.

He was originally going to leave today, but there were ancient warriors peeking around the village, which made Yang Yiyun a little worried, so he decided to set up the formation before going to the ancient capital.

Let all the people from Yunmen move to the old village. Being protected by the formation will be an extra layer of protection.

As for the ordinary people here in Xincun, no ancient martial artist would dare to blatantly kill ordinary people. If they dare to do so, they will be killed by the entire ancient martial arts world.

So Yang Yiyun decided to set up the formation first.

The spiritual stones obtained from the Peiyuan Pills that Taoist Fang refined for each major sect were given to grandma for safekeeping. Yang Yiyun wanted to go to grandma to ask for the spiritual stones.

After getting the spirit stone back from his grandma, Yang Yiyun returned to the old village and began to set up the Little Zhoutian formation. Master Yun Tianxie had already taught the formation in his mind.

After reviewing one side again, Yang Yiyun felt that he could arrange it.

Originally, the master would help when setting up the formation according to the original plan, but now he can only rely on himself. In order to help him build the foundation, the old man spent his soul and fell into a deep sleep. He didn't know when he would wake up.

The Little Zhoutian Formation should induce the spiritual energy of the mountains and rivers to be arranged corresponding to the stars in the Zhoutian.

The old village is built against a mountain. The mountain is one of the remaining mountains of the Qinling Mountains. Yang Yiyun decided to place his formation on the mountain so as to maximize the coverage of the entire village.

In addition, the spiritual stones in his hand are enough to arrange a formation of seventy-two spiritual stones, which is also a fifth-level formation.

The defense will be maximized, and the spiritual energy gathered and absorbed will also increase.

Once this formation is successful, it will continuously absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the village, and the power of the defensive formation can reach the attack of a strong person in the Golden Core stage, with the killing formation and the illusion formation superimposed.

After familiarizing himself with the formation, Yang Yiyun began to walk around the old village. According to the positions of the Nine Palaces and Bagua Seven Stars, spiritual stones must be placed in every place.

Others in Yunmen stood watching from a distance. In their eyes, Yang Yiyun ran all over the village, sometimes on the mountain and sometimes Xiao He, which was suitable for the small river in the village.

It hasn’t stopped since noon.

It was not until dusk that Yang Yiyun finally buried the seventy-two spirit stones in all locations, and then returned to the main mountain formation near the village and began to play the starting battle.

At the center of the formation is a three-talent formation. Yang Yiyun buried nine spirit stones here alone. He fired the spell in his hand and drops of menstrual blood from his fingertips fell on the formation.

Attacking three hundred and sixty-handed formations, but it cost Yang Yiyun his life. He shouted the Qi Gathering Pill and was always ready to replenish the Qi when the Qi was insufficient.

He started to fight out the formations with each hand, and the true energy in his body was constantly disappearing.

Yang Yiyun had sweat pouring from his forehead and his face was as pale as paper as he persisted.

Different from the formations arranged for the villa, the little Zhoutian formation that is unknown now is already at the level of the mountain guarding formation. It cannot be compromised and consumes a huge amount of energy and mental power.

During the one hundred and eight techniques, the true energy in his body had been exhausted. He quickly swallowed the Qi Gathering Pill in his mouth. Yang Yiyun secretly complained in his heart that this was less than half.

The next moves became slower and slower, and Yang Yiyun was sweating like rain.

It was already dark now.

His hands did not stop.

After swallowing the second Qi Gathering Pill, he started the Formation Spell and reached the 180th move.

After swallowing the third one, it reached three hundred hands.

With sixty moves left to complete, Yang Yiyun swallowed the fourth Qi Gathering Pill to replenish his energy.

At this time, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and the sky was full of stars, extremely bright.

As time goes by, the countdown to the battle begins, and there are still nine left to complete.

At this time, Yang Yiyun's body was already trembling. Although his energy had been replenished, the loss of his mind could not make up for it.

His eyelids became thick and he just wanted to sleep, he was so tired.

Everyone in Yunmen stood at the foot of the mountain not far from him, watching, and no one said anything.

In the end, even grandma and the old man Jiuxian went up the mountain to the top of the mountain to watch Yang Yiyun set up the formation.

Every day everyone knows that Yang Yiyun's formation is to protect everyone's comfort.

Yang Shanshan supported her grandma and looked at her brother's trembling body casting a spell not far away with red eyes. She gritted her teeth and secretly said: "I swear that I will not become a burden to my brother in the future."

Grandma looked at Yang Yiyun with tears in her eyes. Now she knew what kind of path her eldest grandson had taken. While she was proud, she was even more worried.

The old man Jiuxian was holding a wine bottle in his hand, drinking wine and watching Yang Yiyun's continuous magic spells in his hand, his seemingly cloudy old eyes bursting with light.

Zhao Nan pressed her teeth and held hands with Ning Ke, staring closely at Yang Yiyun's back, her eyes flashing...

Dugu Hui, Wang Zongren, Wu Jian, and Yang Yiyun's three disciples stood there, watching their master set up the formation, with stars in everyone's eyes.

No one spoke, for fear of disturbing Yang Yiyun.

Everyone was also full of worry. Looking at Yang Yiyun's soaked clothes and trembling body, everyone fell silent.

Everyone knew that Yang Yiyun did this for everyone's safety.

At a certain moment, Yang Yiyun suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood on the formation. He almost fell down, which made everyone worried. Fortunately, he did not fall.

"Squirt~"

At this moment, Yang Yiyun finally completed the last move and roared: "Mountains and rivers are connected, the sky is rotating, and the stars in the nine heavens are leading~"

Everyone saw that just as Yang Yiyun finished speaking, a few stars shone down from the sky in the night.

A strong wind blew up for a moment and then disappeared. Almost everyone felt the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathering from all directions in the world.

Then everyone saw the village at the foot of the mountain disappear, and a hazy fog appeared in their sight.

At this moment, Yang Yiyun laughed. He knew that the formation was successful, the spiritual energy gathered, and the fog formed the formation.

After his tense nerves relaxed, he suddenly grinned and fell down, his vision went black and he fainted completely.

"Grandson~"

"Brother~"

"Yunzi~"

"Master~"

"Yiyun..."

Everyone was shocked and ran to Yang Yiyun.

The old man Jiuxian came over and took a look and said: "It doesn't matter, he just fell into a coma due to excessive mental exertion. He will wake up after a short sleep. Now just carry him back to the village to sleep."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief after hearing what the old man Jiuxian said, and then Duguhui picked up Yang Yiyun on his back and prepared to go back down the mountain.

However, everyone did not expect that after walking on the mountain for more than half an hour, they still did not go down. According to the past, the mountain was not too high, and it took ten minutes to go down. But now there is a heavy fog in the night, and we walked for more than half an hour. , seems to be back to where it was.

At this time, everyone was dumbfounded and looked at the old man Jiuxian one by one, because he had the highest cultivation level.

"I don't understand either, but it should be the formation, the Illusion Formation. There's nothing you can do against the Pharaoh. Just sit down and wait. We can only wait until Mr. Yun wakes up." The old man Jiu Xian's tone was full of helplessness.