As Liang Shaotian left, many monks on Zhuye Mountain breathed a sigh of relief.

The two foundation-building ancestors were relieved of their heavy burdens.

At this moment, within dozens of miles around Fang City, the sounds of fighting and fighting could be heard one after another.

"You bastard, how dare you attack!"

"You evil cultivator bastard! Let's join forces together!"

"No! It's the evil-faced flying eagle!"

…

Although Liang Shaotian left in a show of force, he had played a leading role by killing the Zhou family to build the foundation.

Some robber cultivators and evil cultivators who hid their identities took advantage of Liang Shaotian's action to fish in troubled waters and kill people to seize treasures.

For example, the evil-faced flying eagle once attacked Mu Xiuyun.

Even some normal monks can't help but be greedy and look for those monks who show off their wealth at auctions.

Among them, there were even two in the foundation-building stage who fought fiercely, with sand flying and rocks flying, and the wind howling.

The scene was chaotic for a while.

Between the clouds.

The handsome man with long flowing hair looked at the fighting scene at his feet, his thin lips pursed in an evil arc, and he smiled:

"I, Liang Shaotian, have the final say whether the immortal world of Liang Kingdom will be in chaos or not!"

"Sooner or later, I will re-create the glory of Xuanyin Demon Dao and overturn the world of Daqing cultivation!"

Liang Shaotian roared loudly, wantonly and arrogantly.

The speed is getting faster and faster, and the Bamboo Leaf Mountain in the rear view has become the size of a stone.

He took one last look at Fangshi and felt a deep fear.

“The Nascent Soul Great Monk who does not belong to this era—Yan Donglai!”

"There is actually a record of that great cultivator in the classics inherited from the Demonic Way."

It turned out that many years ago, Liang Shaotian suffered a depression in the Mu Family Medicine Garden and was drunk by Lu Changan and backed away. He felt unhappy and went back to search for magic books.

result.

In an isolated classic of the Xuanyin Demon Cult, there is only a few words about Yan Donglai, the great cultivator of the Nascent Soul.

The general idea is: Tens of thousands of years ago, in the Daqing cultivation world, there came a legendary Nascent Soul monk named "Yan Donglai".

At that time, the leaders of both good and evil paths personally greeted him.

No other relevant details are known.

Liang Shaotian also searched many ancient books, but there was no record of Yan Dong coming.

As a result, Liang Shaotian no longer had any doubts about the identity of the remnant soul in Lu Changan, and kept it secret in his heart.

I didn't dare to have rash contact with the monk possessed by the old monster.

"We cannot stay in this area any longer. We need to find several precious materials to initially refine the 'Black Gang Demonic Flame'."

"Fortunately, the two foundation builders of the Huang family have never seen the world and retreated when scared."

Liang Shaotian showed a contemptuous smile.

…

In Zhuye Shanfang City, the sound of killing outside gradually subsided.

Many monks stayed in Fangshi and did not dare to go out easily, fearing that Liang Shaotian and other calamity cultivators had not left.

"Senior Yan, can you come out and see me?"

The two ancestors of the Huang family were floating in the air in the city, raising their hands in all directions and speaking respectfully.

Senior Yan?

Lu Changan felt a little strange in his heart when he heard the voices of the Huang family's foundation-building team.

At that time, Liang Shaotian was holding the "Black Gang Demonic Flame" in his hand, as if he wanted to destroy Fangshi.

He was speechless. He had never seen someone so good at pretending.

The two foundation-building periods of the Huang family were too cowardly.

If we fight with all our strength and cooperate with other neutral foundation building stages, we have a chance to kill Liang Shaotian.

After all, Liang Shaotian's cultivation is at the peak of the early stage of foundation building, not as good as Huang Tankong in the middle stage of foundation building.

In the foundation building stage, the gap between each small realm is very large, not to mention the numerical advantage.

The so-called "Black Gang Demonic Flame" is just an appearance.

The superficial aura is indeed terrifying, but it is not actually refined.

Lu Changan had the vision of the peak of pill formation in his previous life, so he could naturally see through it at a glance.

"Since Senior Yan doesn't want to meet, I won't bother you anymore."

In mid-air, Huang Tankong bowed his hand politely.

It can make Liang Shaotian fearful, and it is worthy of his seniors, at least the fake elixir is real, and the probability of the real elixir is higher than that.

The kind of old monster who traveled around the world and refused to come out to meet him was expected to build the foundation of the Huang family.

Their behavior was just to show respect.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, is your injury okay?"

Huang Tankong and Huang Changling built the foundation and landed in front of a cave near the top of the mountain.

Zhou Jingxuan, the founder of the Zhou family who was severely injured before, is recovering from his injuries in the cave.

The ban was opened and the two entered the cave.

"It's nothing serious. Fortunately, Qingxuan was smart enough to keep the severed arm intact and reattached it to me in time."

Zhou Jingxuan lay weakly on the bed, one arm was bandaged, exuding a strange medicinal fragrance.

The girl in yellow dress taking care of her was none other than Zhou Qingxuan.

After learning what happened, Huang Changling looked surprised: "Miss Zhou, how can you confirm that your life can be saved in this way?"

Under the circumstances at that time, it was easy for Liang Shaotian to kill the two of them.

"I once investigated Liang Shaotian out of curiosity. I heard that this man loves face and behaves based on his mood. Most of the monks who survived him said complimentary words."

Zhou Qingxuan was still frightened and forced a smile.

The two members of the Huang family were surprised when they heard this.

He secretly made up his mind: after returning to the clan, he must tell this key information to the younger members of the clan. If he encounters Liang Shaotian unfortunately in the future, he can still gain a few chances of survival.

After the Huang family left.

Zhou Jingxuan raised his eyelids and said in an unhappy tone:

"Qingxuan, next time I chop off your uncle's arm, can you say hello first?"

"Hehe, I am doing this for Uncle Jingxuan's own good. The long-term pain is not as good as the short-term pain."

Zhou Qingxuan was overjoyed and regained her playful and agile look.

After a moment of silence, she whispered: "Uncle Jingxuan, I don't want to go back to the family."

"You want to stay in Zhuye Mountain? The property here will be taken care of by the monks within the clan."

Zhou Jingxuan said in confusion.

"I want to settle here for a few years and investigate the mysterious Senior Yan."

Zhou Qingxuan expressed her decision.

"Senior Yan? How can you find such a mysterious figure in the world of games? In the world of immortality, being too curious is not a good thing."

Zhou Jingxuan didn't agree with it and persuaded him.

But when he saw the girl pouting and biting her lip, he knew he couldn't persuade her.

Zhou Qingxuan is usually playful, clever, and very lovable, but sometimes she can be very naughty.

…

Two days later, Zhuye Shanfang City gradually returned to normal.

Most of the monks who attended the auction left.

The market became much deserted.

But in the tea house and restaurant, there were still discussions about Liang Shaotian and Senior Yan.

The crisis and turmoil at the auction left a psychological shadow on many monks who came from afar.
To be continued...