Ancient Immortal Doctor Lin Caihan

Zhao Yang's heart also sank.

What if the Ji clan sends a large number of masters here?

Wouldn't the Yanhuang sect be in chaos?

"I have to call back the sword body." Zhao Yang said in a deep voice.

Even if Ji Qingcheng leaves at this time, it is useless, the Ji clan will definitely turn Yanhuangzong upside down, and Zhao Yang cannot allow this.

After Jian Ti came back, Zhao Yang told Jian Ti about the situation.

After listening to the sword body, he fell silent.

After a while, the sword body said, "I will protect Yanhuangzong well."

The current cultivation base of the sword body has reached the sixth level of the upper god realm. This cultivation base cannot compete with the potential of a giant, even if the potential is at the level of a big boss, he cannot compete.

But the sword body is duty-bound.

And when the sword body was repairing the formation, Zhao Yang also released all the pill beasts and sword shame, and patrolled around.

Zhao Yang's guess was correct.

Therefore, in the middle of the night, dozens of majestic figures descended on Yanhuangzong.

The body of the sword stood up against the sword, "What advice do you have?"

"We are disciples of the Ji clan, and we are here to ask the patriarch to go back this time." An older man said in a deep voice.

"No need." Ji Qingcheng quietly appeared on the city wall, she glanced at the group of men and said calmly.

"Patriarch, now many forces are looking for your trace, I think you'd better go back with us." The older man lightly

said.

"My words are not working, or do you think your wings are hard? Do you even dare to question my words?" Ji Qingcheng stared at the man with evil eyes.

The man was startled.

However, he had to carry out the clan elder's order.

"Patriarch, I don't know what kind of soup Yanhuangzong gave you, but it's safest for you to follow me back to the Ji clan." The man waved his hand and said, "For the safety of the patriarch, I offended you."

Dozens of figures following the man surrounded Ji Qingcheng.

"Do you want to die?" Ji Qingcheng's face darkened.

Zhao Yang also rushed over at this time.

He sighed slightly when he saw this.

Don't the old guys of the Ji clan know that Ji Qingcheng is the biggest guarantee of the Ji clan?

What good would killing Ji Qingcheng do them?

It is not impossible to fight for power and profit, but what do you have to look at?

"Patriarch, offended." Following a man's voice, those figures scrambled to attack.

There was a cold light on Ji Qingcheng's face, and her hands passed the mysterious mark.

"Drawing the ground is a prison."

The marks turned into cages one after another, imprisoning all the dozens of monks.

"Help me." Ji Qingcheng looked at Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang glanced at the sword body.

The sword body immediately turned into a streamer and entered Zhao Yang's body.

sword body

Combat experience and cultivation became one with Zhao Yang in an instant, and at the same time, Zhao Yang even used the purpose of good fortune, and his cultivation was pushed to the peak of the upper god state in an instant.

After reaching this point, Zhao Yang also used the technique of painting the ground as a prison.

The monks of the Ji family were stunned.

Not everyone is qualified to practice the art of painting the ground as a prison.

At least they don't qualify.

They didn't understand why Zhao Yang, who didn't have the blood of the Ji clan, would draw the ground into a prison?

Originally, Ji Qingcheng's technique of drawing the ground as a prison was about to be broken, but with the help of Zhao Yang, the technique of drawing the ground as a prison became stable again.

"You Yanhuangzong are sure you want to participate in this matter?" The older middle-aged man said with a sullen face.

"I've been involved since the moment you came to Yanhuangzong." Zhao Yang said indifferently, "Besides, I don't like you betraying the god-king of the same clan."

"Hmph, do you think you two can trap us?" the man said coldly, "Once we escape, you will all die."

"You guys have to have this chance too." Zhao Yang pointed his finger towards the man.

A series of runes appeared between Zhao Yang's fingers. Those runes were like dancing elves, and when they landed on the man's brow, they turned into a golden charm.

The man was shocked to find he couldn't move.

"Fixed body talisman." Ji Qingcheng was startled

Looking at Zhao Yang in surprise.

The body-fixing spell is one of the array secret techniques that Ji Qingcheng gave Zhao Yang.

She didn't expect Zhao Yang to learn it.

"Remove the painting on him and make him a prisoner." Zhao Yang glanced at Ji Qingcheng.

Ji Qingcheng nodded.

Then Zhao Yang continued to cast the immobilizing talisman, and fixed the second, third, and fourth statues...

After Zhao Yang captured ten statues one after another, the faces of the remaining Ji clan soldiers all changed.

Without the constraints of these ten statues, Ji Qingcheng was obviously able to do a job with ease.

Zhao Yang is still gritting his teeth and persisting.

No.12!

No.13!

No.14!

But at this time Zhao Yang couldn't hold on any longer.

One is that the potentials of these guys are all in the state of living gods, and the other is that he is still in a prison.

"I can take care of the rest of these guys." Ji Qingcheng sent a voice transmission to Zhao Yang.

"I'll help you solve another one." Zhao Yang said, gathering the remaining energy in his body to seal another one.

At this time, there are only sixteen soldiers of the Ji clan left.

"No need." When Ji Qingcheng said this, a group of mysterious radiance appeared in her palm, and at the same time, a group of mysterious brilliance also appeared around the soldiers of the Ji clan who were imprisoned in the prison.

"No."

"Patriarch, don't."

"Patriarch, don't kill me."

Seeing this scene, the soldiers of the Ji clan were covered with tears on their faces.

The color of horror.

boom!

When Ji Qingcheng's five fingers were closed, all the soldiers of the Ji clan who were imprisoned in the painting ground turned into a cloud of blood mist.

Including the fifteen soldiers of the Ji family who were cast by Zhao Yang.

"This is the complete version of the God King's Secret Art." Zhao Yang asked.

"That's right, the painting is a prison, and life and death are at my fingertips." Ji Qingcheng said and pointed at Zhao Yang's eyebrows, "Now I will pass on the full version to you."

Zhao Yang didn't have much resentment about this.

It is understandable that Ji Qingcheng had reservations before.

After all, this is the secret art of the king of gods, the magic power at the bottom of the box.

"Why did you kill all the soldiers of the Ji clan?" Zhao Yang said softly, "I believe that after you go back, they will not dare to rebel."

"After you become a god king in the future, you will understand this level. You can have as many as you want?"

A look of astonishment appeared on Zhao Yang's face.

"No matter how poor the aptitude is, as long as it is bathed in the blood of the god king, then the aptitude can undergo earth-shaking changes." When Ji Qingcheng said this, Zhao Yang's eyes lit up, "Don't make up my mind. It is very weak, and the blood of the god king cannot be given to you. In the future, when I recover to the peak, it does not matter if I give you some."

"The blood of the god king is so terrible, what if it is the blood of the god emperor?"

"The God Emperor hasn't been alive for a long time, so I don't know." Ji Qingcheng shook her head and said.

(End of this chapter)