My Master Is a God

"What? Already here?" Miao Xuan exclaimed. He looked around but saw no one. He thought to himself: "Sure enough, it's not an object in the pool. I, the fifth-level Sanxian, didn't notice anyone coming. He actually came. Found."

However, Miao Xuan did not doubt Yang Yiyun at all, because he had proven his own excellence with strength and combat effectiveness.

Yang Yiyun nodded to Miaoxian and said: "Yes, he is already here, so I can't run away, and I don't want to run away. Senior Miaoxuan, please avoid it. I don't want to embarrass you."

Listening to Yang Yiyun's resolute tone, Miao Xuan knew that she couldn't persuade Yang Yiyun, so she sighed and turned around and left, because she had tried her best and couldn't afford to help.

She knew that leaving was the right choice. After all, everyone else had been killed by Yang Yiyun, but she was fine. She couldn't tell if she was seen, so Miao Xuan left without hesitation.

As for Yang Yiyun, he was staring at the mountains in the distance. At this moment, they were almost at the top of the seventy-two peaks in the second stage. According to visual inspection, they were thirty-six steps away from the third stage of the Supreme Mountain. The big peak is also nearly 1,000 meters tall.

Ordinarily, the spiritual consciousness on the Supreme Mountain was limited, and he could not see even a thousand meters away. However, with the help of the old man's soul power, it was not surprising that he could find someone coming from the high mountain a thousand meters away.

At this moment, in Yang Yiyun's perception, there are ten powerful auras coming from all over the mountain top, and each of the ten auras is much higher than Wan Taiji's level.

"You brat, please let others enter the Qiankun Pot space. The people who come are all in the late-sixth rank. They are far from Wan Taiji's level. Their level is not your opponent, but will become a burden to you."

At this time, the old man's voice sounded in his mind.

When Yang Yiyun heard the old man talking, his face became serious. He knew that under normal circumstances, the old man rarely spoke. Since the old man reminded him, he was definitely not an ordinary person.

In the late stage of the sixth rank, he is indeed considered a master. According to what Miaoxuan said before, there are ten masters of loose immortals on the thirty-six peaks. Now it seems that they should be these ten people.

As for the Sanxian Ancestor mentioned by Miao Xuan, he is at the peak level of Rank 6, and is an old monster that has been suppressed for thousands of years at the peak. Yang Yiyun doesn't know whether he will come out today, and he has no idea at all, but the old man has so far , I haven’t said anything to make him give in.

I think the old man still has some confidence, right?

Of course, Yang Yiyun knew in his heart that he couldn't rely on the old man for everything.

Although the Supreme Mountain is the old man's dojo, the old man has not been here for who knows how long. The biggest disadvantage is that the old man is still a soul body after all. He cannot get out, and he may have to rely on himself in the critical moment of life and death.

Then Yang Yiyun told Sister Mei and others, and accepted them into the Qiankun Pot space. Of course, Sister Mei wanted to stay, but in front of the domineering Yang, all resistance was in vain, and he greeted them. Without saying a word, he took them all into the space of the Qiankun Pot.

It was at this time that ten powerful auras or a late-level six-level Sanxian master appeared thirty meters in front of him.

Ten masters of loose immortals in the late stage of rank six, seven men and three women, some old and some young appeared.

Each one exudes a soaring aura.

No one spoke. After appearing silently in the field, everyone stared at Yang Yiyun like a dog.

In such an atmosphere, an ordinary monk would collapse under the pressure of ten powerful loose immortals.

But Yang Yiyun happens to be an outlier.

Not to mention that the pressure of ten of them at the late stage of rank six was pressing down on him, even if there were a hundred of them, it wouldn't matter.

Because the power of the old man's soul is on him, his aura and pressure don't exist for him.

Whose coercion can be as powerful as the Twelve Tribulations Loose Immortal?

Although the old man did not use his body to fight, he lent the power of his soul to himself. Under such circumstances, how could Yang Yiyun be frightened by the coercive momentum of ten sixth-level Sanxian.

None of the ten loose immortals spoke, and each one looked very high-level.

However, Yang Yiyun directly ignored their momentum and pressure.

The ten Sanxian expressions at this time were different, some were expressionless, some had twitching corners of their mouths...

Like a punch to the fist.

Finally, a young man who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old spoke.

"Little guy, you have some skills. You can kill the 40 or 50 Rank 5 Loose Immortals in one go. It's indeed good, but it's also wrong. You shouldn't run wild in the Supreme Mountain.

No matter how capable you are today, you must die. No one can kill people unscrupulously in the Supreme Mountain, and no one dares to kill dozens of loose immortals. This is different from the devil. I think you are serious. You are possessed by a demon. I have no shame in killing you, and your Taoist mind will not be affected. Are you going to commit suicide, or are you going to let me do it? "

Yang Yiyun narrowed his eyes, and his whole body's condition reached its peak. He would not underestimate any enemy, even if it was a teenager who was talking shamelessly to him at this moment.

In other words, he is not a young man at all, but an old monster who has been practicing for who knows how many years.

Monks should never look at appearances.

Listening to the young man's words, Yang Yiyun slowly said: "Someone said the same thing to me before, but he is already dead. Do you want to die too?

I just want to go to the top of the Supreme Mountain, and I will not cross the river with you. You high-ranking immortals are shameless and shameless to block the road and rob.

If I couldn't beat me, I would call out one wave after another. They would talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality, and put big hats on my head with their mouths. They would kill people if I disagreed with me.

You say I'm a devil? Then let me ask you, ask you... Those Sanxian who blocked the road and robbed me before became greedy for my friends. They clearly wanted to take it for themselves, but they found me a lot of black hats and threatened to kill me. Are those bastards considered demons?

Are the Sanxian who were sent by your Sanxian Island to slay demons in the realm of cultivation back then, colluded with the demons, and tried to destroy the hundreds of thousands of disciples of my Yunmen Fairyland to be considered demons?

You or you tell me, what is a devil? I, Yang Yiyun, am the devil, so do you people count? Haha, what a high profile, beat the young ones and the big ones, kill the young ones and the old ones. As soon as they appear, they claim to be the masters and strong men. The ten of them are shameless and shameless. At the same time, they release the pressure on me. Momentum, it's a pity, your little bit of coercive momentum is of no use to me.

Well, now that you're feeling pressured and you don't kneel down, are you going to take action? Okay, just do it, can we stop being so pretentious and shameless? It looks like the eyes are on the forehead, and it looks like I am the king of heaven. I open my mouth and ask you to kneel down and commit suicide...?

Haha, where did you get your good self-esteem? Who gave you the confidence? Let me commit suicide? You are so stupid, you think that the loose immortals in the late stage of rank six are invincible?

Or are you old bastards staying in the closed space of Sanxian Island for a long time, and your brains are getting smarter? Let me tell you, I can definitely count the number of six-level loose immortals I have killed with one hand...

If you want to fight, hurry up and don't deal with those imaginary things. Now I only believe in fists. Today you want me to commit suicide. I also want you bastards to go to hell. Isn't it just killing people? If you have the ability, come up. "

When Yang faced ten late-stage Sixth Level Loose Immortals, the more he scolded them, the smoother they became, and the angrier they became in his heart.

In fact, this is the situation. No matter what, these loose immortals are all sects and have their own small circles. They are shameless in the first place and say they are seeking revenge. But in the final analysis, the hatred is still with these Holy Land forces. Looking for trouble for him.

Whether they are people from holy places in the world of cultivation or Sanxian from holy places like Sanxian Island, they all have the same virtue.

Therefore, the anger in Mr. Yang's curse center not only did not subside because he had just killed dozens of fifth-level loose immortals, but instead became even more angry.

I can't help but these bitches are too irritating, too bullying, the little boss is too strong and weak, they talk arrogantly, with a disgusting face that controls life and death, they want you to die, and they want you to live.

This feeling and posture made Yang too uncomfortable.

"You...you..." The young-looking Sanxian raised his finger and pointed at Yang Yiyun, speechless.

The other Sanxian also had the same expression of blue and white on his face. He couldn't help but be cursed by Yang Yiyun. In their monastic career, it seemed that no one had ever cursed them like this.