After returning to the village, start chasing the mountain from binding Emei

Chapter 832 Bound to Wuliang Mountain, a fateful showdown!
The power of that punch was completely beyond imagination.

It's hard to imagine that this old monk, who is so thin, could have such a strong physique.

The Marrow Cleansing Sutra at Faxiang Temple truly lives up to its reputation.

The Venerable Monk Kongming has already reached the late stage of the Dao Realm. He has been practicing the Marrow Cleansing Scripture for a long time, so even if his body has not yet achieved the Great Perfection of the Immortal Body, it is probably not far off.

A crater several meters wide was blasted into the ground. Monk Kongming landed slowly, Zhou Mingyuan recalled his flying sword, and Master Yunting, who was preparing a powerful move, stopped when he saw this.

It seems that I don't even need to take action myself; these two have already taken him down.

"Oh!"

However, at that moment, a figure sprang up from the pit and stood steadily on the edge of it.

All three were startled and immediately became on guard.

The man looked down and saw that the wound on his chest, which Zhou Ming had just opened, was healing rapidly.

"It's still not quite there."

He twisted his neck, his face full of disappointment. "The three of you, I've given you your chance, but if you can't kill me, I don't have time to play with you!"

"boom!"

Daoist Yunting unleashed a palm strike from mid-air, and a purple arc of light instantly slashed towards the man.

"Oh!"

The man was blasted more than ten meters away, his hair standing on end from the electric shock.

However, this attack did not seem to cause him much damage.

He shuddered, which dispelled his physical discomfort.

This time, he seemed a little angry.

He glanced at Daoist Yunting, then his figure flashed towards Daoist Yunting like lightning, and he threw a punch at him directly.

"Oh!"

Daoist Yunting hurriedly raised his whisk to defend himself.

With a loud bang, the punch created a sonic boom, and under the violent force, Daoist Yunting was sent flying backward in a straight line.

"puff!"

After crashing through countless trees, Daoist Yunting finally managed to steady himself. His internal organs felt as if they had been displaced, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He looked up at the figure in the distance.

No, why?
They hit you and you're fine, but when I hit you once, you give me such a hard hit?
I almost ate the leftovers from the night before.

The physical body of a Celestial Realm cultivator is terrifyingly powerful.

……

"I hate you guys who play with grenades the most."

The man threw a punch, venting his anger, and immediately withdrew his hand, saying, "I'm in a hurry to dismember the corpse, so I won't play with you three any longer..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed forward.

"Go away!"

Kongming struck with his staff.

"Boom!"

Just then, the ground surged, and thick tree roots burst forth from beneath the ground, one of which lashed out directly at Kongming.

Kongming instinctively sensed danger and had no choice but to put away his staff and strike behind him.

In just a short while, the man leaped into the air, jumping more than ten meters high.

"Brother Tree, stop them."

The man roared, swept across the sky, landed, and quickly headed east.

"Rumble..."

Just as Zhou Mingyuan and the others were about to give chase, the ground around them churned, and countless tree roots burst forth from beneath the ground like the tentacles of demons, instantly surrounding the three of them.

On the tree roots, lifelike human faces, contorted in pain and grotesque, resembled demons crawling out of hell.

A chilling wind howled, and the earth trembled.

All they could hear were shrill screams as powerful spiritual sword energies swept towards them from all directions.

"The Three Corpse Tree?"

The three people's pupils suddenly contracted, and they quickly gathered together.

……

-

Meanwhile, after escaping from Zhou Mingyuan and his two companions, the man continued eastward.

It was as if something was waiting for him in that direction.

"Oh!"

Several miles away, the man suddenly stopped.

A bolt of lightning struck from the sky, landing abruptly twenty or thirty meters in front of him.

A wave of air spread outwards.

The fallen leaves on the ground were swept up and flew everywhere.

The man raised his hand to shield his face and looked up. He saw a huge black wooden sword stuck in the spot where the lightning had just struck the ground.

A towering figure descended from the sky, standing on one leg on the hilt of a sword.

However, he was a young man in his twenties.

With her long, flowing hair, she was incredibly dashing, like a sword immortal descended to earth.

"You devil, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

The young man crossed his arms and looked down at him, his eyes filled with contempt and fervor.

The peach wood Seven Star Sword beneath his feet crackled with electricity.

It does look rather intimidating.

The man tilted his head and glanced at him. "Little kid, have you come to the wrong place?"

It's ridiculous that someone at the mid-stage of the Creation Realm dares to block my path.

"Devil, suffer death!"

The young man was ruthless and didn't mince words; he didn't waste any time and immediately took action.

He leaped into the air, and the peach wood Seven Star Sword beneath his feet suddenly flew up and landed in his hand from behind.

The young man reached his head and gripped the sword hilt.

sizzle...

The arc of light on the peach wood Seven Star Sword shone brightly, illuminating the heavens, and the light made the young man's face look extremely crazy and ferocious.

"die!"

The young man fell from the sky, his greatsword slashing down at the man.

The electric arc stretched long behind him, like a long whip of lightning, carrying immense power. The air crackled and emitted a scorching smell.

I have to say, this move is quite stylish.

The man glanced at him, his expression cold, and slapped him across the face.

"Oh!"

"oops!"

A scream.

Before the young man could even strike anyone, his sword was slapped away.

The man and the sword separated, and the young man drew an arc in the air before falling into the dark forest dozens of meters away.

Boom!
The ground shook, indicating that the fall was quite severe.

Vulnerable.

Is there no one left in Panshanjie? Why would they send something like this to block their way?
That's simply overestimating themselves.

"Why play with electricity when there are so many other things to do?"

The man shook his hand, seemingly disgusted by this kind of electric gamer, snorted coldly, and ignored him completely, striding off eastward.

……

"Cough cough!"

In the woods, Ke Shaohua rolled over and stood up, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

His eyes were filled with horror.

Are all the demonic cult members this powerful?

When he entered the mountains in the afternoon, he hadn't gone far when he was stopped by the Emei group led by Xuanqing.

No matter how much we pleaded with him, he couldn't stay and help guard the pass leading out of the mountain.

I came all this way to vanquish demons and monsters, not to be your goalkeeper.

Taking advantage of Xuan Qing and the others' inattention, Ke Shaohua entered the mountain. The explosion deep in the forest earlier had also shocked him quite a bit. While he was hesitating whether to go to Jin Ding Mountain to take a look, Zhou Mingyuan and the others' fight caused quite a commotion, attracting him to come this way.

The man he had just met was the first person he encountered after entering the deep mountains. He could tell at a glance that the man was not a good person, so he immediately took action to subdue the demon.

Who would have thought that he wouldn't even be a match for the opponent?

How many times?
Three times!
The first time was Chen Yang, the second time was that woman last night, and now, it's this demonic sorcerer again.

Is it possible to run into someone who's better than you?

His purpose in descending the mountain this time was to cultivate the Path of Slaughter and break through his mental state, but the repeated setbacks have made his Dao heart somewhat unstable.

"Humph."

Ke Shaohua snorted angrily, his whole body instantly turning red. Ignoring the pain in his body, he hurriedly retrieved the peach wood seven-star sword and quickly chased after the direction the person had just left in.

At this moment, Ke Shaohua was like a raging bull, completely ready to fight to the death.

He knew very well that if he didn't teach this demonic cultivator a lesson, he might lose his Dao heart, his thoughts wouldn't be clear, and he wouldn't be able to cultivate the Dao of Slaughter.

……

-

"call out!"

Meanwhile, the man traveled eastward, passing through a valley, and let out a whistle.

"Susususu..."

It seemed as if a giant creature was leaping out of the valley.

A large, bright red dragon swam out of the valley and quickly caught up with the man.

"Roar!"

With a deafening roar, the trees in the mountains and forests trembled, and the giant dragon raised half its body, becoming much taller than the surrounding trees.

Its two horns flashed red, and its vertical pupils were filled with cold, bloodthirsty intent. The man leaped up and landed naturally on the giant dragon's head.

The giant dragon swam, leaving a trail of dust in its wake. Wherever it passed, trees collapsed, and from a distance, it looked like a torrent of water.

……

-

Meanwhile, on Dog Head Mountain.

Chen Yang pulled up the system and looked at the panel data.

During the last upgrade, there was an opportunity to bind the mountain, but Chen Yang kept it and didn't use it.

The purpose is to wait for it to be used in Raojiang.

But it's unknown whether he can now be bound to the mountains of Raojiang.

Number of mountains that can be bound: 1. [View Details]

Looking at the entry on the system panel, Chen Yang clicked it with his mind.

[Ding, searching the map...]

[Search complete. The host may choose one of the following mountain ranges to bind to.]

1. Wuliang Mountain;
2. Laowushan Mountain;
【3. Cangshan Mountain】

……

Soon, a list of options appeared in Chen Yang's mind.

It was indeed possible to bind, but the absence of Mount Shuailao was somewhat unexpected.

But that's not the point. The point is that the option of Wuliang Mountain has appeared.

Without hesitation, Chen Yang chose to bind himself to Wuliang Mountain.

Mountain name: Wuliang Mountain.

"Introduction: The Yunling Mountains, a spur of the Hengduan Mountains, rise above Wuliang Mountain. A formidable pass in the ancient Zhe'nan Prefecture, it receives a share of the vast Diancang range, with layers of mountains stretching for over a hundred miles..."

"Binding in progress 0%...1%...99%"

"Ding, binding complete."

The system prompts sounded.

In Chen Yang's mind, a magnificent map of mountains and rivers reappeared.

The map is boundless and vast, with many places appearing as shadows, but among these shadows, several mountains have already revealed their true forms.

Those were the mountains that Chen Yang had already bound to.

The map slid and moved to the southwest corner, where the image of a large mountain slowly appeared on the blank map.

Stretching for hundreds of miles, it is majestic and precipitous!
It is Wuliang Mountain, which was just bound by Chen Yang.

A short while later, the map disappeared.

In that instant, Chen Yang felt a connection with this mountain that was intricate and inexplicable.

"Experience points: 1262100/1500000".

Chen Yang checked his stats again.

I'm still about 24 experience points away from the next upgrade. I wonder if I can achieve that on this trip to Raojiang.

"Chen Yang, we have a job."

Just then, the voice of the eight-winged centipede suddenly rang out.

Its voice sounded somewhat anxious.

Chen Yang quickly regained his composure and looked ahead.

Under the dim moonlight, with his extraordinary eyesight, he could clearly see that more than ten miles away, the trees in the forest were falling to both sides, as if some huge object was rapidly approaching.

A huge snake head rose up, looking incredibly ferocious in the silent night.

"It's that old dragon from the Spirit Serpent Cave."

At this moment, the voice of the Five Thunder Immortal rang in Chen Yang's ears.

Having spent many years with the Yinshan Elders in Raojiang, he was quite familiar with the forces in Raojiang and knew the basics of each family. Naturally, he recognized it at a glance as the guardian spirit beast of Ling She Cave, one of the Seventy-Two Caves.

The Serpent Cave?
Upon hearing this, Chen Yang frowned slightly.

If I remember correctly, Ling She Cave and Ling She Village were Murong Qian's old lair. When Xue Chonghua sneaked into Ling She Cave to steal the dragon-shaped jade pendant, it is said that he released a spirit beast from the cave to create chaos, thus allowing him to escape unscathed.

Is this the old dragon?
Even from a great distance, you can sense its imposing aura.

Sun Tianhao, who was standing next to Chen Yang, didn't even see what it was before his legs started to feel weak.

The eight-winged centipede, however, was extremely excited.

"Late stage of Dao Zhen realm, that might be a bit difficult to deal with."

Flying centipedes are natural enemies of snakes and pythons. When eight-winged centipedes see this long, thin creature, they cannot help but feel an instinctive excitement.

However, it's not stupid. Natural enemies are natural enemies, which only gives it a slight advantage in battles within the same realm. But when it encounters an enemy of a higher realm, things are not so certain.

It could clearly sense that the old dragon's realm was in the late stage of the Dao True Realm, a small realm higher than its own, and it was obvious that it had been a Daoist for a long time.

Having just entered the mid-stage of the Dao True Realm, I am somewhat like a green cucumber in front of such an existence.

"There's someone above it!"

Chen Yang's gaze sharpened, and the distance seemed to shrink rapidly, allowing him to clearly see a person standing atop the old dragon's head.

Although I can't see her face clearly.

However, Chen Yang's heart still skipped a beat.

Since this old dragon came from the Spirit Serpent Cave, then the person above its head...

Is it him?
In Murong Qian's memory, this old dragon was left in the Spirit Serpent Cave by the leader of the Gu God Sect. Murong Qian is already dead, so who else could control this old dragon?
Thinking of this, Chen Yang's breath hitched.

Although I had long expected this day to come, I still felt a bit conflicted when it actually arrived.

He came to Raojiang just to join in the fun and to witness the demise of the Gu God Sect and the fall of its leader.

The divination slip predicted great fortune for his trip, so he came without any worries.

He had considered this scene before, but it was still somewhat unexpected when it actually happened.

"What should we do? Should we avoid it?" the eight-winged centipede asked.

"It can't be avoided."

Chen Yang shook his head.

He wasn't naive enough to think that this being was coming this way to escape.

Nine out of ten people are probably coming for me.

The thought flashed through Chen Yang's mind, and his nerves instantly tensed up.

If we can't avoid it, then we have no choice but to fight.

The Crimson Sky Sword appeared in Chen Yang's hand, his fist almost squeezing the hilt until water was seeping out.

In just a moment, my blood was boiling.

……

-

Sichuan, Mount Emei.

Tianhua Zen Temple.

"They've already made their move in Raojiang. If I'm not mistaken, that kid Chen Yang has gone there too."

Inside the hall, Xuan Jing sat on a futon. Yuan Long had just come to report the situation to him.

In dealing with the Gu God Sect, Xuanqing led a team from Emei, taking several cultivators at the Creation Realm with him. Xuanjing was naturally worried about their safety.

Yuanlong will keep him informed of the situation in Raojiang as soon as possible.

“If he doesn’t go, he won’t be himself anymore.”

Huang Daolin sat opposite Xuan Jing, shook his head and gave a wry smile.

Based on his understanding of Chen Yang, this kid hated Ding Huanchun to the bone, so it would be abnormal if he didn't go to the scene at a time like this.

Xuan Jing said, "You don't need to worry. This kid is quite strong, and with so many experts around, he won't need to take action. Nothing will happen. You can focus on your breakthrough. I'll let you know if anything happens."

Huang Daolin closed his eyes and tried to enter a meditative state, but after a while, he opened his eyes again.

He was like an old man suffering from insomnia, his heart filled with unease, feeling that he had to do something.

"Master, please prepare some things for me."

……

-

Let's talk about Raojiang again.

In just a few breaths, the huge, crimson old dragon had arrived at the foot of the cliff, only a hundred meters away from Chen Yang on the cliff.

The old dragon stopped, its head held high, and a man stood motionless atop its head.

A hundred meters apart, the gazes of the man and the beast were icy as they looked at Chen Yang.

Chen Yang felt his breath catch in his throat and had to use his primordial spirit power to barely withstand this invisible pressure.

Meanwhile, Sun Tianhao, standing next to him, had already gone weak in the knees and collapsed to the ground.

Chen Yang stood with his sword in hand, staring at the man on the old dragon's head.

Their eyes met, and the two people who had longed for each other finally met by fate.

Their eyes met, but there was no spark as expected.

"Ding Huanchun?"

Chen Yang's blood was surging, and he finally shouted out those three words.

The person standing on the dragon's head didn't look young, but he wasn't old either, around forty years old. Although his clothes were a bit tattered, they still couldn't hide his unparalleled and arrogant demeanor.

It was not the image Chen Yang had imagined.

This must be Chen Tianyang's physical body, right?
Unfortunately, even centuries after his death, the body of the dignified Lord of Mount Shu was still exploited by villains of later generations.

Above the dragon's head.

The man looked at Chen Yang standing on the cliff with great interest. "He looks just like him. Chen Tongsheng is very lucky to have such a descendant as you."

Although he did not answer Chen Yang's question, his identity was already confirmed from his words.

Chen Yang remained silent, his nerves taut to the extreme, not daring to relax even for a moment.

"Unfortunately, your level is still a bit lacking. If you were to grow a bit more, you might actually pose a threat to me."

The man shook his head, seemingly talking to himself, "I killed your great-grandfather back then, and now I'm killing you. Thinking about it, it's actually a little embarrassing!"

"Boy, it's your bad luck to have been born into the Chen family. If I don't kill you today, my true nature will be uncertain, and my Dao heart will be unstable. So, show me what you've got..."

He knew that the Three Corpse Tree couldn't hold off the three for long, and that the surrounding experts would arrive soon after hearing the news. So, without further ado, he tapped the old dragon's head with his toes and flew straight up the cliff.

(End of this chapter)