Chapter 1693 – Death Battle, Lightning (continued)

When the Western Mountain Star Palace was in danger, the core disciples of any Madame Yang could crush their identity tokens and summon a strand of protective lightning to kill the enemy. At the same time, they could also alert and ask their surrounding clansmen for help.

Normally, the protective lightning power summoned by these Madame Yang cultivators could exceed the cultivator’s cultivation by an entire realm.

The instant Yang Xuanfeng felt that he was unable to break free from Xuanyuan Po’s hands, he crushed the jade pendant at his waist as his identity plate without the slightest hesitation.

In the next moment, a Five-Colored Lightning, which was comparable to the might of the Pure Yang Immortal Technique, descended from the sky, heading straight for Xuanyuan Po’s head.

As one of the Golden Immortals of the line of the Rigid Race’s Hanba, Xuanyuan Po naturally did not feaure Yang level immortal art. However, this did not mean that he could ignore this lightning bolt, allowing it to land on his body.

A wisp of azure flame shot out from Xuanyuan Po’s fingertip and a spark exploded with a crackling sound. It immediately formed a fire shield above his head and then a five-colored lightning came crashing down. Both of them were annihilated at the same time.

However, Xuanyuan Po frowned because the wisp of azure phosphorous fire at his fingertip had unknowingly shrunk by three points. This proved that the lightning light from earlier had a certain amount of restraining power towards him.

Xuanyuan Po was not an arrogant and conceited person, so he naturally did not believe that the lightning bolt from earlier was the limit of the Western Mountain Madame Yang’s Great Guardian Formation. However, it was also because of this that he felt more and more fear for the Western Mountain Madame Yang’s Great Guardian Formation.

Xuanyuan Po felt even more strongly that he had been tricked by Zhang Yueming.

Because the Western Mountain Madame Yang Cultivators all valued the body forging, most of their bodies were made of good materials, but the risk was too high.

Taking the previous pure Yang level lightning bolt as an example, if he really had ten or eight lightning baths, then the corpse devil in his body would have been completely melted.

Yang Xuanfeng saw that the lightning that he had summoned had struck the across from him until he was in a daze. At the same time, he felt the restraining power suddenly loosen up as he immediately turned around and fled.

His intuition was able to summon the Western Mountain Madame Yang s to protect the cultivators protected by the lightning light. His position and position in the Western Mountain Madame Yang s would definitely not be ordinary.

Just a moment ago, he was still considering not being targeted by the Madame Yang’s protective array, but this time, he naturally could not allow Yang Xuanfeng to escape. Thus, with just a few steps, he had already caught up to Yang Xuanfeng, extended his hand, and grabbed at the back of Yang Xuanfeng’s neck.

Unexpectedly, at the instant he extended his hand, a sharp aura came from the air and went straight for his wrist.

“Flying Sword!”

Xuanyuan Wentian’s gaze turned cold and he hurriedly retracted his hand. At the same time, his body that was originally in front of him also suddenly jumped back several dozen meters.

Indeed, right after the first sword beam flashed, another sword beam suddenly slashed horizontally while hidden under the first. If Xuanyuan Po had not retreated far enough, he might really have fallen intrap.

“Double Flying Sword?” Xuanyuan Po’s eyebrows twitched, “No, it’s two sword cultivators. This is going to be troublesome!”

Yang Xuanfeng originally thought that this decision of his was unlucky. Although he still had a few trump cards in his hands, these moves were no different than a child’s sword dance in front of a Golden Immortal.

However, at this moment, a voice resounded in his ears. “Hey, are you Yang Xuanfeng?”

Just as he finished speaking, he heard a sword whistle behind him. He thought that he would be captured, but that did not happen.

Yang Xuanfeng knew that someone had come to save him, but he still traveled more than a hundred feet in a single breath. When he realized that there was no more danger following behind him, he turned around, only to see two rays of sword light descending, turning into two immortals, a man and a woman with similar appearances.

Even though Yang Xuanfeng had never seen Yang Qinxi before, as the inheritor that Yang Junping had recognized before he died, he was naturally familiar with the two elders in front of him.

However, when he saw the two of them, Yang Xuanfeng was momentarily stunned into silence, and did not know what to say.

According to the inheritance, Yang Xuefeng, as Yang Junping’s last disciple, should be considered as and Yang Qinyao’s junior brother. But according to the family’s seniority, he was two generations behind these two siblings.

Yang Xuanfeng’s predicament naturally could not be hidden from the siblings, Yang Qinyao was naturally a troublesome person, and mischievously said: “Come, call me senior sister.”

Yang Xuanfeng opened his mouth, but was unable to utter a sound.

Yang Qinxi smiled from the side: “Don’t make things difficult for him. If this body of ‘Senior Sister’ is handed over, our family’s seniority would be completely thrown into disarray.”

Finished speaking, Yang Qinxi looked at Yang Xuanfeng and smiled: “We will treat you as our junior and junior brother, but you should just call us by our family’s name, in case there’s anything troubling you in the future.”

“Yes sir!”

Yang Xuanfeng respectfully said, “As you command.”

When Yang Qinxi and Yang Qinyao appeared, Xuanyuan Pao had already had thoughts of retreating.

Although he did not know that the two of them had once killed a Witch Clan Golden Immortal, the thought of Yang Xuanfeng summoning that bolt of lightning sent chills down his spine.

But now, even if he wanted to retreat, the Madame Yang siblings would not let him go so easily.

The two flying swords, one in front and one behind, sealed the space he wanted to escape.

Xuanyuan Po turned his head to look at the siblings and solemnly said, “I am not willing to cause any more trouble. How about we just let me go?”

Yang Qinyao sized up Xuanyuan Hou with a smile and asked, “Rigid Race?”

It had to be said that after their fight with the Witch Immortal Ju Fei and killing him, the siblings had started to emit confidence from the inside out. This confidence caused their temperament to undergo a drastic change, and the fact that the siblings were calm and collected was also an important reason why Xuanyuan Pao had thoughts of retreating from the start.

“This family does not wish to become enemies with the two of you, so how about we separate to leave?”

“Since you are unwilling to become enemies with us, then why have you come here?” Yang Qinxi laughed coldly: “Since you have chosen to enter the Xishan Continent at this time, you have been scheming to enter our Western Mountain Madame Yang. From the moment you stepped into the Xishan Continent, you have already become enemies with us!”

Xuanyuan Po knew that a battle between the two sides was unavoidable and immediately chose to strike first to gain the upper hand.

In the instant that the corpse devil exploded, all of the plants within a radius of several dozen miles dried up and died. The water vapor on the ground evaporated, revealing the appearance of a hundred miles.

Xuanyuan Po was from the Hanba branch of the Rigid Race’s four branches, and his entire body was covered in an explosive scarlet fire corpse devil, causing one to feel as if they had fallen into a burning prison.

“You leave first!”

Yang Qinxi instructed Yang Xuanfeng who was behind him, then controlled the flying sword to attack together with Yang Qinyao’s flying sword. In mid air, the flying sword transformed into a nimble swallow, flying straight towards the Rigid Race’s Golden Immortal.

Yang Xuanfeng flew all the way back, only stopping when he was forced back 30 miles by the surging heat wave. He turned his head to look back, and all that was left was a soaring sword aura and a roasting red cloud that had been smashed to pieces by the sword aura.

“Yama!”

Zhong Jiu looked at the old man in front of him, and felt his knees go weak, and could not help but kneel to the old man in front of him.

The reverence and respect they had for the Yama had already been deeply engraved into the bones of every single Ghost Cultivators.

From the moment each Ghost Clan member was born, they were all informed about the existence of the ten Great Ghost Ancestors, who were the guardians of the entire Ghost Clan. Amongst them, Yama was the strongest, with the highest cultivation and reputation.

Even though it was the first time Zhong Jiu had met the Yama, he had already been repeatedly told this information who knows how many times.

On the contrary, Bao Yuer was a Ghost Cultivators who had been separated from the Ghost Clan since young. In her heart, there was not the slightest amount of reverence towards the Guardian God of the Ghost Clan, even if the one standing in front of her was the source of her bloodline.

In reality, other than her own bloodline and sacred art, Bao Yuer was completely out of place within a true Ghost Clan. It could even be said that compared to a Ghost Clan’s background, she was more like a Dao Clan cultivator that was no different from Yang Junshan and Yang Junxiu.

Aesult, when Zhong Jiu was almost unable to stand in front of the Yama, Bao Yuer looked at him with an abnormally calm expression, and was even calm to the point of being indifferent.

“Child, do you want to leave?”

Yama looked at the two witint of hope.

Zhong Jiu was startled. Even though he had already guessed what Yama was up to the moment he appeared, when Yama opened his mouth to ask, he was momentarily at a loss as to how to respond.

Just as Zhong Jiu was still at a loss as to what to do, Bao Yuer’s clear and cold voice had already sounded out at the side. “When we were at the Transformational World, Mr Zhong Kui wanted to bring us away, but he did not succeed.”

Yama smiled: “That was an accident, I underestimated this Celestial Sovereign.”

Bao Yuer asked again: Are you confident this time? That day, Yang Junxiu’s body had failed while she was trying to become a saint, and her vitality was greatly injured, so much that she was almost unable to protect herself from the Primordial Immortal, and right now, she is already at the realm of Golden Body Wonderland ‘five energies in the morning’, and can even reach the stage where she can fight against the Immortal Celestial Lord.

The moment this old man appeared, this mountain range had already been completely integrated into this old man’s’ Domain of Consciousness’. Perhaps she realized that the connection between her and the two of you was broken, but it is already impossible for her to control your life and death through the undead ghost’s Seal within your Primordial Gods. ”

Yama’s indifferent tone revealed his confidence, he looked at the sky above him and continued: Furthermore, the Western Mountain Madame Yang is busy taking care of himself right now, how can he have the energy to take care of this side?

As for the increase in cultivation between you and the White Tiger, it has indeed made it harder for the undead ghost restrictions on your two Primordial Souls to be removed. However, fortunately, my cultivation has also increased to Dao level, which is also why this old man has personally come, and not handed the matter over to my little friend Zhong Kui to handle it like last time. Yama’s smiling expression made him look like a next-door old man.

However, Bao Yuer still maintained a cold expression and said coldly: “Aren’t you afraid that this place has always been a trap?”