Chapter 1279: Domineering provocation!

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Ye Nantian used the most powerful three punches to punish the traitors, clear the door, and vent his anger over the past eighteen years.

But he knew very well that Xue Rong was just a tool to be used. Without Xue Rong, there would be Zhang Rong, Wang Rong, Li Rong...

The real culprit is the Xuanyuan family!

If you are wronged, you have a debt, this blood feud must be reported!

Even if the enemy is the legendary Xuanyuan family, there is nothing to fear.

What's more, the family of Xuanyuan Ji and Chi You were originally enemies of fate, who had been grudges for thousands of years.

"Dad, let's go to the Kunlun Mountains and kill the Xuanyuan Ji family! Our father and son are fighting side by side, and we don't believe that we can't beat that Ji family ancestor!" Ye Fan said loudly, with a formidable fighting spirit between the lines, and went straight into the sky.

Ye Nantian pondered for a moment, shook his head, and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Fan, although I can make up for the flaws in the missing right arm with a spear, the ancestor of the Ji family is a strong man who became famous two hundred years ago! Over the past hundred years, his strength has reached a terrifying state, and he can definitely seize any flaws! So before I can kill Xuanyuan Ji, I still have something necessary to do!"

"What's the matter?" Ye Fan asked quickly.

"Retrieve my sword!" Ye Nantian said loudly.

"What sword?"

"Xiao Fan, the world only knows that my Ye family's overlord marksmanship is unparalleled in the world and invincible! But what I am best at is not strong marksmanship, but swordsmanship!"

With that, Ye Nantian's body burst out with a sharp aura, like an out-of-the-sheathed divine sword, showing its sharp edge.

"only--"

Ye Nantian changed his words and continued: "In that battle eighteen years ago, my sword was broken, half of the blade fell in the Xiaoleiyin Temple, and the remaining half and the hilt fell in the Miao territory! Not far from Miaojiang, let’s go there first!"

"Good!" Ye Fan nodded.

...

Miao Jiang, when it comes to this place, some people are daunted, and some are just as happy.

Since ancient times, there have been legends about Miao women's affection, but on the other hand, people in Miaojiang are mostly good at Gu poison.

One of the most prestigious is Lover Gu.

Rumor has it that on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, ninety-nine and eighty-one kinds of poisonous insects are ground into powder, and three days later, they are sprayed with boiling water, and women’s hair, nails, menstrual blood, etc., can be added to make a lover gu. A lover who is unreasonable and unrighteous will make him feel bad.

In addition, the witch culture in Miaojiang is also very popular, if the cowardly and weak people dare not set foot.

And this time, what Ye family father and son went to was the first holy mountain in the minds of Miao people——

Thunder Mountain!

Leigong Mountain is where the Wumen of Miaojiang is located. There is a witch palace on the top of the mountain, which is the residence of the witch king.

In the cultivation world of Miao, the Witch King has the supreme status, like a god, a single order is enough to give orders to all the sects, don't dare to refuse.

Ye Fan followed Ye Nantian on the mountain. Along the way, he found that many civilians in Miaojiang were also climbing.

However, their way of climbing is very special. They kneel at three steps and tap at nine steps. There is a pious look on their faces, and they are muttering words.

"Xiao Fan, the witch culture has penetrated into the hearts of the people in Miaojiang. They are convinced that they can get the blessing of the witch king after three knees and nine knocks on the mountain. This ignorant superstition has been passed down from generation to generation!" In Ye Nantian's tone, Full of contempt.

Soon, the father and son climbed to the top of the mountain, and a magnificent palace appeared in sight, magnificent and magnificent, the facade was made entirely of gold, and it looked like a giant golden mountain from a distance.

Miaojiang has inconvenient transportation and underdeveloped economy. It can even be described as backward. It takes so much gold to build a palace. I don't know how many generations of people are frugal and dedicated all their wealth to the Witch Palace.

It can be said that the existence of the Witch Palace is like a blood-sucking worm, sucking everything away from the people of Miaojiang.

At the gate of the Witch Palace, there are more than a dozen warriors with their heads upright and vigorous. They are masculine, with miao swords hanging from their waists, and various totems on the scabbards, which are obviously not ordinary.

Seeing Ye Nantian and Ye Fan, the two uninvited guests, the soldiers immediately greeted them, looked at them with vigilant eyes, and said murderously:

"Who is here? No outsiders are allowed to enter the sacred land of Witch Palace!"

"You go into the palace and report to the Witch King, saying that Ye Nantian is here and you want to take away the hilt of the sword that fell here!" Ye Nantian said loudly.

"presumptuous!"

A warrior yelled: "What a noble existence is the Witch King, like a god, is it something you can see if you want to see it? Retreat quickly, or else kill it!"

As soon as the voice fell, the dozen or so soldiers simultaneously drew out the Miao swords from their waists.

The sword pointed at Ye Nantian, the dazzling light of the sword was particularly dazzling, and a sharp murderous intent came out.

"a ha ha ha……"

Seeing this scene, Ye Nantian let out a heroic laugh: "I really didn't expect that you disciples of the witch sect were so forgetful, forgetting my reputation of Ye Nantian, and also the power of my bloodbath of the witch palace!"

Speaking of this, Ye Nantian paused, staring into the palace like electricity, as if possessing the power of perspective, and shouted to the sky:

"Witch King, get out and see me!"

...

In this sentence, there was Wushuang's will, which exploded like thunder on the top of the mountain, and there were clearly visible ripples in the surrounding air.

The dozen or so soldiers at the door were the first to suffer. The tympanic membrane shook, the blood tumbling, and was bombarded by invisible sound waves. They spurted blood one by one, completely losing their combat effectiveness.

And their eyes were full of unconcealed astonishment, never expected that Ye Nantian would be so terrifying when he drank it!

"boom!"

At this moment, an extremely ferocious aura emerged from the depths of the palace, like an evil dragon on the bottom of the sea, covering the entire mountain top.

"Who is it? You dare to trespass into the Witch Palace without permission, don't you put this king in your eyes?" This voice revealed terrifying anger, as if it had the power to destroy the world.

"Deng Deng Deng Deng!"

After a while, a rush of footsteps came from the palace.

Dozens of witch sect masters have all been dispatched, and they don't know what kind of exercise they are practicing. They are ghostly and ugly, and their skin is pale with no sunlight all the time, and they are extremely crippled.

These Wumen masters, Zhongxing Pengyuedi guarded a tall figure.

Looking into the distance, I saw the person wearing a black robe and a golden mask to hide his appearance, but the pair of eyes under the mask burst out with a sharp blade of light, as if a casual glance could split the yin and yang.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!"

In the next moment, the masters of the witch sect looked at Ye family father and son one after another. When they saw Ye Nantian's appearance, their eyes suddenly became fierce, as if there was a sea of ​​blood and deep hatred, and they wanted to swallow Ye Nantian alive.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

The Witch King wearing a golden mask stared straight at Ye Nantian and said sternly: "It turns out that it's an old friend here! Ye Nantian, you have been dormant for 18 years, but you didn't expect to come back out of the arena!"

"Witch King, stop talking nonsense! My sword hilt fell on you, hand it over quickly, otherwise I will demolish your witch palace and make you a homeless ghost!" Ye Nan Tian's tone was extremely overbearing, completely disregarding the Witch King and those Witch Sect masters.

However, these words angered everyone in the field.

"Presumptuous! How dare you be disrespectful to Lord Witch King?"

"It's just a handicapped with a broken arm, so dare you speak up here?"

"Master Witch King, please let me take action to kill Ye Nantian, a fanatic!"

For a moment, the murderous aura in the arena was boiling, and the masters of the witch sect all stared at Ye Nantian, and only after the witch king gave an order, they wanted to kill.

"Huh... what a big tone!"

Ye Nantian held his head high, his burly body burst out with an imposing manner to look down upon the world and dominate the crowd, his eyes scanned the audience, and his voice sounded like thunder:

"Eighteen years ago, I came to Leigong Mountain and washed the entire witch palace with blood. I didn't know how many strong witches died at my hands? Many of you should have experienced it before!"

Hearing this, many people around showed fierce eyes and clenched their fists, recalling the catastrophe.

"Haha..." Ye Nantian smiled slightly and asked, "Do you know why I didn't kill you back then?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone looked at a loss for unknown reasons.

Ye Nantian didn’t want to sell the gates, and continued: “I killed all the real strong men in the Wu Clan! As for the weak, I couldn’t get into the sight of my Dharma at all, and I didn’t bother to shoot them to death. You can live to this day just because It's too weak!"