Cultivation Begins From The Desert

Lihuozong and Haoyangzong are both the top six sects of the Reverse Light League, and both major in fire-type supernatural powers. Usually, there are conflicts over some matters of fame and fortune.

Although the three of Zhou Yang were not monks of the Haoyang School, their identities as Guo Jinhong's registered disciples made it impossible to separate them from the Haoyang School.

Therefore, when the red-browed old monster, the ninth-level Jindan cultivator of the Lihuo Sect, discovered the three of them, his expression sank immediately.

The two long red eyebrows on his eyebrows trembled, and he immediately looked at the three of them with a sarcasm and sneered: "It turns out that they are the three lackeys raised by the Haoyang Sect. Competing for the relics of Master Heisha?"

Hearing his words, Zhou Yang, not to mention Liu Boyong and Yan An, the two Golden Core stage monks, felt a nameless anger in his heart.

The so-called swearing does not reveal faults, and the red-browed old monster compared the three of them to the dogs of Haoyangzong, which is a great insult to the three of them.

"Old Red Eyebrow blames your mouth for still smelling so bad, no wonder even your own woman can't stand it and wants to run away with others!"

Liu Boyong's eyes turned cold, and he didn't save any face for the red-browed old monster, and directly exposed the other's sore spot on the spot without any politeness.

It turned out that when the red-browed old monster was still in the Zifu period, he had a Taoist companion. As a result, the female cultivator turned against him for some reason, and instead followed another monk from the Taixuan Sword Sect.

This incident can be said to be the most embarrassing thing in the life of the red-browed old monster, and it is also the last thing he wants to be mentioned.

And because hundreds of years have passed, only monks of the same level as Liu Boyong, who are not much different in age, know this old thing.

Now that Liu Boyong mentioned this matter in front of his two classmates and Zhou Yang, one can imagine the anger in the red-browed monster's heart.

"good very good!"

"Liu Boyong, you are so kind!"

He pointed at Liu Boyong with fire-breathing eyes and gritted his teeth for a while, killing intent boiled in his eyes.

Judging by his appearance, if it wasn't for the wrong venue and wrong timing, he would definitely fight directly to fight Liu Boyong.

"Hahaha, what made Fellow Daoist Red Eyebrows so angry? Is there anything Zhang can help?"

Just when the red-browed old monster and Liu Boyong were exchanging words with Maimang, a loud laugh suddenly sounded from another place in the cave hall.

Zhou Yang and the other two confronting eyes followed the laughter, and saw another group of monks came in outside the entrance of another passage in the cave hall.

There were actually five monks in this team, including three Golden Core stage monks, a "false Golden Core" monk and a purple mansion nine-level monk.

The laughing monk was the leader among the five, a majestic middle-aged man in a white robe.

"Zhang Xuanzhi of the Tiangang Sect, with a seventh-level Golden Core cultivation base, has already cultivated Tiangang Sect's subduing supernatural power [Tiangang Qi Shield]. With this supernatural power, he can be undefeated against the ninth-level Golden Core monks!"

Zhou Yang looked at the middle-aged man in the white robe, without anyone's introduction, the other party's information flashed in his mind instantly.

He had seen this person's introduction in several materials, and because those introductions all praised this person, he had a deep impression on him, and then deeply remembered the other person's appearance and fundamentals. material.

As for the power of the "Tiangang Qi Shield" sent by Tiangangmen Township, Zhou Yang had already seen it on the death battle battlefield.

At that time, Gao Jianli, the ninth-floor cultivator of the Purple Mansion of the Taixuan Sword Sect who was the first to participate in the death fight, successfully blocked the opponent's Jindan supernatural power and fifth-order magic talisman attack by relying on the treasure that sealed this supernatural power , and then used the superb sword skill "Instant Air Slash" that amazed the audience, and cut his opponent Nie Feng into pieces.

Zhang Xuanzhi's ability to practice this supernatural power is enough to represent his status in Tiangangmen. Therefore, although his cultivation base is only the seventh level of Jindan, no one dares to underestimate him.

Hearing Zhang Xuanzhi's laughter at this time, Liu Boyong narrowed his eyes, and couldn't help saying: "What? Are Tiangangmen and Lihuozong going to cooperate? If that's the case, Liu can only leave with regret!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xuanzhi quickly said, "What are you talking about, Fellow Daoist Liu? The various sects of our Reverse Light League are united and have always been in unison. Since the three of you are here on behalf of Master Guo of the Haoyang School, then They are all people of the same way, so why bother to see outsiders like this!"

"That friend Zhang, what are your plans?"

Liu Boyong took a deep look at him, and his tone softened a lot.

Seeing this, Zhang Xuanzhi immediately turned serious, and said solemnly: "What Zhang meant, naturally, is that the three of us should put aside our personal grievances for the time being and jointly exterminate the monsters here. People read our jokes?"

"If that's the case, Liu and the other three have no objections, but they are afraid that some people will hold on to their identities, rely on the old to sell the old, and live up to Zhang Daoyou's good intentions!"

As Liu Boyong said, his gaze fell on the red-browed old monster, and his eyes were full of sneering.

Seeing this, the red-browed old monster's face darkened immediately, and then his eyes flashed strangely, as if thinking of something, he suddenly smiled and said: "In terms of identity, the old man is indeed better than some people who lick their faces and act like dogs." People who are better than others!"

After laughing, he didn't look at Liu Boyong's instantly blackened face, turned his head to look at Zhang Xuanzhi with a smile on his face and said, "But this old man always likes to make friends with juniors, such as Zhang Daoyou, a rising star in the alliance, I have long wanted to make friends Now, since I have the opportunity to fight side by side with Zhang Daoyou today, I will naturally not refuse."

"It is also an honor for Zhang to fight side by side with senior Chimei!"

Zhang Xuanzhi arched his hands and smiled back, but he didn't care at all about being called a junior by the red-browed old monster.

"snort!"

With a cold snort in his mouth, Liu Boyong's eyes moved, but he didn't say anything.

In this way, after the three parties reached a basic verbal agreement, they immediately started to do it.

The monks from the three parties each sent one person to the front, sacrificed their magic weapon and attacked the outermost sarcophagus, the sarcophagus suddenly made a loud bang, and the lid of the coffin flew violently and hit the attacking monk .

Then a black shadow flashed, and three black-haired zombies covered in black and green corpse hair screamed and rushed towards the three attacking monks.

The aura from each of these three black-haired zombies is comparable to that of a cultivator in the Purple Mansion Stage, that is to say, they are all high-level monsters.

Even the monsters in the outermost coffins are high-level monsters, one can imagine how powerful the monsters in the inner coffins will be!

Zhou Yang and the others wanted to understand this, and their faces became serious.

"cut!"

As the striker on his own side, with a wave of his sleeve, several flying swords formed a sword array and chopped at the black-haired zombie that was rushing towards him.

Even if he didn't use the real fire supernatural power of "Qianyang True Fire", killing such a black-haired zombie whose strength was comparable to that of ordinary Zifu early stage monks was as easy as picking something out of a bag.

The sword light flashed, and the head of the black-haired zombie was cut off in an instant. The zombie's body, which was as hard as a fourth-order magic weapon, couldn't stop the sharp flying sword, and was directly strangled into several pieces. I can't die anymore.

Boom boom boom!

As if poking a hornet's nest, after the first black-haired zombie fell, the remaining coffins suddenly exploded, and zombies with strong aura jumped out of them.

The strong ones among these zombies had an aura comparable to that of a monk in the Jindan stage, and they even held daggers, spears, swords and other magic weapons in their hands, and knew how to manipulate magic weapons to attack the enemy.

Even the weak among them, like the black-haired zombie Zhou Yang killed just now, have the strength of a monk who has just entered the purple mansion.

"Those who disturb my king's sleep, die!"

A hoarse low shout suddenly came from the mouth of a spear-wielding zombie in pitch-black armor.

Then he swung the three-foot-long bronze sword forward, and the army of hundreds of zombies roared and rushed towards Zhou Yang and others.

"Retreat, let's retreat into the passage!"

When Liu Boyong heard the spear-wielding zombie speak, his face became extremely ugly, and then he let out a low cry, and wanted to retreat into the passageway he had come in.

However, at this moment, a roar sounded, and the passage they came in collapsed and blocked.

"No, the escape method is restricted here, and the earth escape technique doesn't work at all!"

The exclamation sounded from the other side, but it was the ninth-floor cultivator of the Purple Mansion brought by Zhang Xuanzhi.

This person's strength is the lowest in the field. After seeing the corpses appearing, he immediately wanted to escape from the cave.

But he didn't expect that the collapsed passage could not be passed through with the technique of earth escape, and all of them were trapped in this cave.

"If you can't escape, don't run away. Everyone, gather here. I have a low-rank formation [Tiangang Shenlei Formation] that can destroy corpses. Fellow Daoists, please join me in forming a formation to destroy corpses!"

Zhang Xuanzhi's voice reached Zhou Yang and the others without any hindrance amidst the roar of the corpses.

Hearing his words, Zhou Yang and the others hesitated for a moment, then obeyed his suggestion and killed him at his place.

Golden flames rose from Zhou Yang's body, and the power of "Qianyang True Fire" prevented many zombies with low strength from approaching him, so they could only choose other monks as attack targets.

So his charge speed is actually faster than those Jindan stage monks.

But his high-profile approach also attracted the attention of some Jindan stage zombies, and several magic weapons immediately hit him.

Although these magic tools were restrained by his "Qianyang True Fire", their power was higher than Zhou Yang's after all, and if he was hit, it would be enough for him to eat a pot.

Therefore, he had no choice but to sacrifice the "Mysterious Tortoise Shield" to intercept these magical artifacts, and at the same time sacrificed the fifth-order magical artifact "Binghuo Thunder Bottle" to inject mana, and released a series of purple-red Binghuolhen Lei blasting towards the front to block road zombies.

With such a two-pronged approach, Zhou Yang became the monk who rushed to Zhang Xuanzhi's side the fastest.

His dazzling performance made Zhang Xuanzhi look sideways for a while, and then his eyes flashed, and he suddenly said to him through voice transmission: "Friend Zhou, your [Qianyang True Fire] has a great restraint effect on monsters, don't waste mana just now , when you counterattack later, there is still something that needs your help."

Hearing this, Zhou Yang's thoughts turned in his mind, but a grateful look appeared on his face, and he cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, Senior Zhang, for your understanding. This junior is always at your command."

Suddenly I don’t know what to say. This book, maybe my writing skills are limited, and I can’t write any outstanding characters in terms of character creation, but I ask myself that there is absolutely no problem with the connection of the plot. All maps and copies are linked to the context. Correspondingly, each dungeon has its special meaning, and it seems that few book friends can guess the foreshadowing of my arrangement! I'm too lazy to say anything, anyway, I just write what I want to write, whatever you want to say!