Chapter 912

The only person in the world who has practiced huntian Jue is Ye Tianze himself, and he has never thought about passing on huntian Jue to future generations.

The reason is nothing more than that the previous life is too busy. In the end, there is no successor on the verge of death, and this life is even busier.

Busy to make up for the regret of the previous life, so the huntian formula has not been really perfect up to now. Even the matching huntian nine guns are only seven.

However, if we want to pass on the truly mature martial arts and mental skills to future generations, it is impossible to completely follow his path and separate levels, which is suitable for future generations to practice.

The so-called first priority Zhou Yuxiang got was that ye Tianze directly intercepted a section of the huntian formula of his early practice.

Without any modification or experience, Zhou Yuxiang can only find experience from such mixed mental cultivation methods unless he is really a person with a cultivation talent far more than ye Tianze.

Otherwise, forced cultivation will only make him crazy.

What ye Tianze wants is that he is possessed by the devil. If he is not possessed by the devil, he, together with Qin Weiyang, may not be able to get Zhou Yuxiang.

Qin Weiyang was also smart. He understood his meaning as soon as he heard it. He smiled and said, "don't be crazy at that time."

While talking, it suddenly began to rain. It was getting heavier and heavier. The sound of the rain covered up the original silence of the Tiandao courtyard.

Wandering in the heavy rain, a man hurried up the mountain, came to Zhou Yuxiang's residence and said, "Sir, it's not good. Yang has no regrets to leave the Shenjiang mansion and go to the Jiuchong building alone."

It was Tang Tianjun who came. When he saw Qin Weiyang, Tang Tianjun was shocked. In his opinion, Qin Weiyang was much more terrible than ye Tianze.

"What's going on?" asked Ye Tianze.

Tang Tianjun immediately narrated the process. Originally, Yang wuhui was healing in the God General's house, and as long as he was in the God General's house, no one could move him.

Tang Tianjun thought at first that Yang wuhui couldn't go out again, but when he was ready to rest, Yang wuhui suddenly started.

He didn't hide it from the people in the God General's house, but when he left, Zhou Chong stopped him. Zhou Chong told him clearly that what he did when he left the God General's house would have nothing to do with the God General's house, and the God General's house would not protect him.

The meaning of the words is to ask yang to have no regrets, not to be impulsive, to stay in the God General's house for practice, and sooner or later, he can take revenge.

But Yang wuhui was determined to go his own way and left the Shenjiang mansion. Tang Tianjun immediately came to inform Ye Tianze.

"It seems that... He was ready to hit the jiuchonglou. He was unprepared." Ye Tianze said with a bitter smile, "let's go and have a look!"

He immediately called Zhou Yuxiang and left the Tiandao courtyard.

Yulong City, which is raining heavily, is now under curfew. Only the guards of Yulong city are walking in the street.

Yang wuhui, dressed in coir raincoat, walked in the rain. He was not unprepared. Everyone knew that he had been seriously injured.

After entering the general's mansion, the people of the ninth floor can't come to trouble him again. Therefore, no one will think that he will choose revenge tonight, and the people of the ninth floor can't think of it.

When he came to the jiuchonglou mansion, looking at the towering Pavilion in front of him, his heart was not only memories, but also sadness.

This is the place where he was born and where he grew up. After more than ten years of separation, things have changed.

However, he still clearly knew that every corner and layout of the ninth double building, because that was his memory.

On a rainy night, he stood in front of the gate of the jiuchonglou, looked at the five ancient words "Fengge jiuchonglou" on the plaque, and pulled out the sword around his waist.

The cold light flickered. Just as the two guards reacted, they had fallen into a pool of blood.

However, Yang wuhui had just stepped onto the steps of the ninth heavy building. Suddenly, the lights were bright in the ninth heavy building, and a group of swordsmen rushed out and surrounded him at the gate.

"Hahaha, little beast, we've been waiting for you for a long time!" Hu Cong and Su Hu came out one after another.

Dozens of elders of jiuchonglou also arrived, but they did not see the mysterious landlord.

"Feng yaori, the old bastard, let him roll out to see me!" Yang wuhui's eyes were red and didn't care about the hundreds of swordsmen who surrounded him.

"You bastard, you poisoned your father and wanted to usurp the throne, but you were seen through by the landlord and ran away. Today you dare to come back. If the landlord came forward, wouldn't you dirty the landlord's hand?"

Hu Cong sneered, "come on, don't live. Chop with a sword!"

As soon as the voice fell, dozens of swordsmen immediately attacked Yang wuhui. The spirit power surged in the wind on a rainy night. The raindrops couldn't get close to their bodies, so they were volatilized by the spirit power of the wind.

Seeing that Yang wuhui was in crisis, suddenly the golden light flashed and rushed to Yang wuhui's dozens of people, all of whom fell to the ground and fell in a pool of blood.

An old man flashed over and landed next to Yang wuhui. He was known for his white hair and beard, his face was resolute, his eyes were murderous, and a golden dagger in his hand was particularly dazzling on a rainy night.

"Golden sword gate, Ding Yue!" Hu Cong's face changed.

The golden Dao sect is powerful in the East, which is equivalent to the general status of the three sects and seven sects in the south. However, the strength of the golden Dao sect in the East is obviously stronger than the Muyun sect led by the three sects and seven sects in the south, and even far exceeds it. This is the gap in the whole territory.

The old man in front of him is Yang wuhui's grandfather, Ding Yue, the leader of the golden sword sect. He is a giant who has made great achievements and ranked among the strong in the world.

"Hu Cong, I haven't seen you for more than ten years. You've become more and more sharp. You've even learned to rake upside down!" Ding Yue sneered.

A group of jiuchonglou disciples immediately stepped back more than ten steps. At this time, lightning and thunder suddenly came, and countless footsteps came from the dark alley.

In the thunder light, people saw a group of dark shadows holding big knives running out of the alley. There were thousands of people, and they rushed over in an instant.

Before Hu Cong had time to speak, they fought with the people of the jiuchonglou. In less than a moment, hundreds of jiuchonglou disciples around Yang wuhui were all chopped to the ground, and the blood stained the stone steps. Under the scouring of the rain, they turned the outside of the jiuchonglou into a bloody ocean.

The disciples of the golden Sabre sect are ferocious. They are also murderous in their eyes.

Hu Cong watched hundreds of swordsmen fall in a pool of blood. His face was a little ugly, but he glanced at the people present and recovered his peace.

"Ding Yue, don't forget, this is the jiuchonglou, the Yulong City, not the golden sword gate in the East!" Hu Cong sneered.

"I naturally know that this is the jiuchonglou, and I naturally know that this is the Yulong city. My little daughter and son-in-law died here. How can I forget?"

Ding Yue roared like a lion, "the Phoenix shines on the sun, get out and die!"

As soon as the voice fell, suddenly a fire lit up in the dark street, shining brightly around the whole jiuchonglou.

Countless footsteps and sword pulling came, and groups of disciples in nine corridor clothes rushed out, as many as four or five thousand.

The gate was surrounded in an instant.

Closely followed, an old man came out. The old man's hair was gray, but he looked like a child and his eyes were firm.

"Ding Yue, I haven't seen you for a long time." this person is the owner of the ninth floor, Feng yaori.

He is also Yang wuhui's uncle.

"It's a pity that the mantis catches cicadas and the Yellow finches are behind. Do you really think that thousands of people from your golden sword sect can hide from me?"

Feng yaori sneered, "come, don't go."