Seeing a sarcastic smile on the corner of Zhang Tianhao's mouth, he said indifferently, "If you don't want to stay, then you have to reluctantly, do good deeds, and send fellow Daoists on their way."
Jia Tianlin laughed, and then suddenly closed his voice: "When did young people become so arrogant? Well, I will teach you a lesson for your lord, presumably your lord who broke your arm and leg will probably only know how to do it. Thank you for my lesson."
Zhang Tianhao glanced at him with pity, and said, "Like Your Excellency, a person who doesn't know his death is about to die, this is the first time I've seen him, so, fellow Daoist-"
Just when the word "good" was spoken, Zhang Tianhao put a dozen sword lights in the sword box on his back, and suddenly a dozen sword lights flew up, circling above his head, covering the sky towards Jia Tianlin.
Jia Tianlin's expression turned slightly straight, he felt that the sword cultivator in front of him was not a soft persimmon, he could just pinch it. Up to this point, he only thought that Zhang Tianhao was only able to pose a certain threat to him, and did not treat him as a major enemy.
Although the sword light that filled the sky was gorgeous, for a middle-stage Jindan cultivator, it was clearly scattered but not condensed, and it was too flashy.
Jia Tianlin stretched out his hand and waved, and a light of water appeared from his hand. After that, Jia Tianlin waved his palm again, and the water light swirled, blocking all the attacking sword lights.
In a series of chirps, Jianguang stabbed the water light into tatters, but finally failed to break it.
Jia Tianlin showed a reserved smile at the corner of his mouth. He raised his eyes and was about to speak when he saw that the ironic smile on Zhang Tianhao's face did not dissipate.
At this moment, the water light in Jia Tianlin's hand suddenly seemed to be hit by something invisible, and it dissipated in an instant, turning into a chaotic mass of water-based spiritual energy.
Afterwards, a cold blade pierced his heart to his back.
Jia Tianlin opened his eyes wide in surprise, lowered his head, and saw blood stains on the invisible blade of the wound, dropping drop by drop.
He wanted to accumulate spiritual power and launch the final blow. He is not convinced, he still has many powerful spells, and even the forbidden moves have not been issued. However, the invisible sword edge cut open his heart directly, and the silky sword qi raged wildly inside his body, messing up his meridians.
At this time, the spiritual power in his body was completely out of control.
In the end, Jia Tianlin finally remembered what that invisible sword was.
According to legend, there is a famous sword in ancient times, called Chengying. The shadow is invisible and intangible, and it can be a faint shadow at sunset.
So he twitched his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything. He swayed and fell down.
Ye Changsheng looked horrified and almost cried out. When Zhang Tianhao released that invisible blade, he didn't notice it at all. Moreover, in his consciousness, even on Jia Tianlin's wound, there is no abnormal existence. In addition to being unable to see that strange invisible blade, it is also impossible to perceive it with divine sense. In other words, if Zhang Tianhao used that invisible sword to attack him, his only way was to resist with the Nine Destruction and Nine Lives Diamond Body.
Because it is intangible and intangible, it is unavoidable.
In an instant, Ye Changsheng was grateful for his decision to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger just now.
The three monks next to him didn't have any surprises. They had seen similar scenes more than once.
Zhang Tianhao smiled coldly, put away Jia Tianlin's storage ring, looked back at a few people, and said to Ye Changsheng, "This fellow Daoist, please release a fireball and incinerate his body."
Ye Changsheng was playing the image of a timid and cautious cultivator at this time. Hearing the words, he would not refuse, and he came forward to follow the words and ejected a fireball and burned the corpse.
Zhang Tianhao nodded, actually found a middle-level spiritual stone and threw it to him: "It's hard work."
With a grateful smile on Ye Changsheng's face, he hurriedly took the middle-level spirit stone and stuffed it into his storage bag.
Zhang Tianhao frowned secretly, thinking, "This person is a monk who broke into the second-level cave, why is it like being poor for decades, even a middle-level spirit stone is so happy."
Ye Changsheng still didn't know that his clumsy performance was almost revealing, and he was standing in the corner in a daze.
He did not intend to go to meet the three early Jindan practitioners. The three Jindan early stage were also worried that they would speak rashly, which would make Zhang Tianhao think that they were "forming a gang", so the four of them stood silently and only occasionally heard The low voices of the three Jindan early scattered cultivators.
Within an hour, five groups of people came. Among them were the Golden Sword Sect, the Fire Cloud Sect, and the Cyanwood Sect cultivator. The cultivators of the Golden Sabre Sect and the Fire Cloud Sect are both in the early stage of Jindan, while the two of them in Cyanwood Sect are a middle stage Jindan and one in the early stage of Jindan.
The remaining two groups of people, one group of three monks in the late stage of foundation establishment are ordinary loose cultivators, and the other group of three monks in the early stage of Jindan are members of the Golden Wolf Sect.
Everyone was extremely cautious, so they maintained a relatively restrained attitude towards Zhang Tianhao's almost provocative suggestions. They were also interested in Zhang Tianhao's suggestion, so they all waited in the hall.
After waiting for another half an hour, still no one came. Zhang Tianhao stood up straight and said, "For the time being, no other Taoist friends have joined, so let's go ahead and work together to attack that yin and yang spirit."
The middle-stage Jindan cultivator of Qingmumen is a mature and prudent person. He heard the words: "Old Mu Enze, everyone knows that using powerful attacks can definitely break the yin and yang, but how should we organize and coordinate, and what kind of weapons should we use? Spells, fellow Daoists have a good plan?"
Zhang Tianhao nodded and said: "I can support the three breaths under the spontaneous counterattack of the yin and yang, so I hope that you can break down the yin and yang in the three breaths. Otherwise, the yin and yang will follow. The second round of counterattacks will turn us all into powder."
Mu Enze said: "It's so good, the jade boxes in the second floor cave have been taken by everyone, and now the only thing that hinders my way is the yin and yang. The yin and yang slammed open in one breath."
The three monks of the Golden Wolf Sect seemed to know Zhang Tianhao, so they all nodded to Zhang Tianhao, and then stood beside him. That means, self-evident.
The three previous Jindan early loose cultivators and Ye Changsheng had all seen Zhang Tianhao's greatness, so naturally there would be no objection at this time. The only ones left were the Fire Cloud Sect, the Golden Sword Sect cultivator, and the three loose cultivators who had just come in.
The three loose cultivators were able to come here alive, and they were very conscientious people. They looked at each other when they heard the words, and stood silently beside Ye Changsheng.
Their cultivation bases were among the people present, and they were only slightly higher than Ye Changsheng, so it was wise to obey the decision of the majority.
The Fire Cloud Sect and the Golden Sabre Sect have always been on good terms. The four of them lowered their heads and muttered for a moment. A cultivator of the Golden Saber Sect came out and said, "I have seen fellow Daoists in Xiayueliancheng. I have a suggestion to attack Yin and Yang. At the time, everyone must do their best, so those who refuse to show all their strength are the common enemy of us and everyone else."
Among the people present, in the eyes of most people, the most powerful one is Mu Enze, a monk from the Cyanwood Sect, so Yue Liancheng's words obviously meant something.
Mu Enze smiled slightly and said, "I will do my best at the bottom, but Daoyou Yue is too worried."
Yue Liancheng showed two rows of white teeth, hehe smiled and said, "Really? That would be great. So, when do we start?"
Zhang Tianhao said: "Then let's make preparations now. The passage is too narrow, so we need to widen it a bit so that all the fellow Daoists can take action together."
After all, Zhang Tianhao opened a door and went in first.
Everyone looked at each other a few times and filed in.
The four of Yue Liancheng waited at the end. After everyone walked in, they each made a color and walked in.
Zhang Tianhao moved extremely fast. Even though he came in so early for a short while, he had already widened the passage near the Yin-Yang One Qi Divine Gang to a width of about 10 feet, and a height of 5 feet, barely enough to accommodate a dozen people.
Zhang Tianhao stood in front first and said: "The countdown starts from twenty, and then everyone prepares their own most powerful spells. When I finish speaking, they will shoot together. We have more than a dozen Jindan cultivators to defeat them. There should be no problem with yin and yang. Think about the large treasures behind the gods. If you can't get them, it will be a pity. Therefore, please do your best."
Everyone nodded in unison, and then set up a battle.
Ye Changsheng and other four foundation-building cultivators stood on the ground honestly, while the other dozen or so Jindan cultivators stood or flew up, floating in the air. Everyone looked at Zhang Tianhao with bright eyes, waiting for him to give an order, and then they shot.
As Zhang Tianhao began to count, "Twenty, nineteen..."
When he counted to three, everyone's nerves were tense. Everyone present had the experience of attacking Yin and Yang and escaping from the counterattack, so everyone was deeply impressed by the sharpness of the counterattack. If Zhang Tianhao hadn't offered to stand at the front, it is estimated that most people would not agree to take this risk.
As the words fell in response, more than a dozen rays of light of various colors shot towards the black and white rays of light.
Ye Changsheng took out an ordinary fourth-order, third- and fourth-rank sword-like magic weapon and shot a ball of fire. The fireball was twice as large as the fireballs emitted by ordinary monks, and it was estimated that it was comparable to the power of ordinary middle- and low-level spells.
For a loose cultivator with no background, such a level is relatively normal, so no one suspects that Ye Changsheng is secretly hiding his strength.
In fact, there were so many Jindan cultivators present, and as a person with the lowest cultivation base, Ye Changsheng had almost been selectively forgotten by the vast majority of people.