Chapter 130 Three Regrets in My Life

After bidding farewell to Ling Han and the others, Ye Yang sat on the back of the magic elephant and carefully felt the changes of the magic elephant.

He thought of what Ling Han had said just now.

"They seem to be on the bank of the Bisha River. Going east along this road, you will reach the location of the Bisha River."

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Ye Yang rode the magic elephant and headed towards the place Ling Han said. Along the way, in addition to paying attention to the routes around him, he also carefully observed the changes of the scaly magic elephant under his crotch.

Since meeting the lucky dragon, the scales of the scaly magic elephant have become tougher and transformed into the scales of a dragon, and the body has become stronger and stronger.

Unlike the bloated elephants of ordinary elephants, the whole body is muscular and strong, like a small mountain, especially the horn on the forehead is fierce and unusual, and the barbs on the knees and joints are cold and shining, like sharp blades.

The next moment, Ye Yang seemed to have realized something, jumped off the magic elephant, and pinched a hand seal towards the magic elephant.

The magic elephant looked up to the sky and let out a long cry, and its body trembled, and it turned from a four-meter-long giant into the size of a finger-long little white mouse.

After shrinking in size, the magic elephant crawled into his palm, along his arm, and into his clothes.

After encountering the lucky dragon this time, the magic elephant was further strengthened, and mastered the magic power of size.

Ye Yang waved his robe and flicked his finger, and a mouse-sized finger-long magic elephant jumped to the ground.

In a flash, it suddenly expanded to the size of a house, and with a roar, the mountains and fields shook.

Ye Yang controlled the magic elephant to shrink its body again and put it back into his sleeve.

Ye Yang looked at the Sun Chasing Flying Turtle again, but the Sun Chasing Flying Turtle didn't have any new magic power.

It just became a circle bigger, and it was already the size of an eight-immortal table, which finally satisfied his wish to ride a turtle to fly.

Stepping on the back of the Sun Chasing Flying Turtle, the surrounding scenery quickly retreated, and the vast grassland below slowly became smaller in his overlooking sight.

During the day, the sun was shining, and there was also a layer of golden light on the tortoise shell of the Sun Chasing Flying Turtle, and the speed was very fast.

After a while, Ye Yang saw a crowd of people in the sky.

He controlled the flying turtle to descend. The people holding talismans saw a giant turtle flying down from the sky, and they couldn't help but feel as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Friends below, have you ever seen a disciple of Feitian Sect?"

Ye Yang asked, and the people below shook their heads to indicate that they had not seen one.

Ye Yang did not ask too much, and controlled the Sun Chasing Flying Turtle to fly back into the sky and head forward.

These people breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Ye Yang on the turtle's back go away.

The Sun Chasing Flying Turtle was very fast, and it moved forward all the way and soon reached the Bisha River.

Ye Yang finally saw the traces of the disciples of Feitian Sect.

But their situation was not good.

The vast rolling green sand beach, the surging river water spitting foam, flowing eastward.

At this moment, a group of people stood on the huge pile of boulders on the green sand beach.

In the front was a small monster from the northern border wearing a yellow robe, holding a blood knife in his left hand, and a red puppet line tied to his right hand.

He crossed one leg, looking relaxed and carefree, and around him were dozens of demonic human slaves controlled by red lines, some were sad, some were happy, some were crying, and some were laughing.

The disciples of Feitian Sect were in disheveled clothes, with straw tags on their heads. They were forcibly pressed and knelt on the ground. The leader had red hair and a pair of triangular eyes, and it was Wang Dong.

There were many people in front of the green beach, hundreds of them, and at this moment, they all looked at Wang Dong and others who were kneeling on the ground like cattle and horses with curiosity.

The red brocade curtain in the eight-man sedan chair was beautiful. Through the window, a white skeleton wearing the clothes of a Peking Opera Huadan was seen, unfolding a folding fan and waving it gently.

It was the famous white bone Huadan.

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"Dear Taoist friends, as the saying goes, demon pets are rare, and human pets are even rarer. The few human pets in my hands are all disciples of the sect. They are excellent for cultivation or warming the bed."

The little monster in the northern border chattered and laughed strangely, pointing at Wang Dong who was kneeling on the ground.

"Especially this man, he is a warrior. It took me a lot of effort to capture him. It's a fair deal. The opportunity is rare and will never come again."

These people were chained to the ground by him. They knelt on their knees with shame on their faces. At this moment, they were sold as slaves.

The eyes of the kneeling people were full of anger, but they had no way to deal with the powerful Beijiang monster.

"Beijing monster, if you have the ability, let me go and fight me fairly. What's the point of attacking me when I'm seriously injured!"

Wang Dong roared. He was the son of a high-ranking member of Feitianmen. He was very proud. Who dared to humiliate him on weekdays?

Now he was forced to kneel in front of all the cultivators and was sold like a dog or a cat. He was furious.

Endless flames burst out from his body. His body was covered with raindrops of flames. He fought fiercely, but in vain.

"Boy, you are noisy!"

Pa! Pa!

The Beijiang monster walked in front of him and slapped him on the right face.

"You're a loser. You can't even beat the androgynous Die Wuhou. You still have the nerve to tell me about a fair fight."

After saying that, he slapped Wang Dong's left face several times, knocking out one of his teeth.

Wang Dong spat out a mouthful of blood, and was furious, but he was locked by the North Frontier monster and had no way to deal with it.

"This kid is a warrior cultivator from Feitian Sect. He has amazing fire skills. It's just right to take him back and breed with monsters."

The North Frontier monster laughed loudly: "I heard that there is a cultivator named Ye Yang in their sect. He rides a magic elephant all day to show off his power. I will capture him and sell him to the Earth Demon Country to breed with old sows!"

Some casual cultivators were horrified.

"Who is this little monster from Northern Xinjiang? He actually sells the disciples of Feitian Clan as if they are pigs and dogs. Is it true that he is not afraid of revenge?"

"Retaliation depends on who you are targeting!"

"Although this man calls himself a little monster, he is already quite old. He is the secret disciple of Beihai Shenni, one of the Thirteen Giant Bandits of the North Sea."

"The Thirteen Giant Bandits of the North Sea! So that's the case. No wonder this man is so bold that he trades people as animals at will. It turns out he's back to his old profession."

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The little monster from Northern Xinjiang burst out laughing, especially when he thought that the five Arctic insects he had trained for a long time were eaten, torn to pieces, and crushed by the demonic elephant, he felt even more angry.

So he slapped him a few more times, causing everyone in Feitian Sect to look for teeth on the ground.

"This person is really rampant. As the saying goes, a scholar can be killed but not humiliated, but this person wants to kill people and punish his heart. He is forced to kneel down in front of other cultivators and is sold like pigs and dogs at will. Once inner demons are born, it will be difficult to make progress in practice. ”

Ye Yang was flying in the sky. He did not immediately rush to rescue everyone in the Feitian Sect, but carefully pondered the information he had gathered in the past few days.

"The little monster from the northern border is the second level of martial arts cultivation. He is good at the method of seeding demonic thoughts. He seems to have the magical power of endless life and death."

"Dear friends, if anyone sees Ye Yang from the Feitian Sect, please send a message for me. I, the little monster from Northern Xinjiang, will chop off his head with a knife and turn him into my slave."

The monsters in Northern Xinjiang have been acting rampantly these days, completely different from their previous caution.

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but ask.

"Little monster, I heard that you are old friends with the successor of Xiang Demon Fist, but you are ready to kill Ye Yang."

When everyone heard these words, they couldn't help but think of the strong man who was more than ten feet tall, like a god and a demon, holding a ten-meter-long Demonic Buddha Vajra.

And he has three hatreds in his life: first, he hates the sky for having no hands, second, he hates that the earth has no rings, and third, he hates that he cannot kill Ye Yang.

It has become a source of admiration for countless people to talk about after dinner.

"To kill Ye Yang, why does Brother Xiangmo need to take action? I can do it with one hand."

The little monster from Northern Xinjiang looked up to the sky and roared.

Ye Yang cursed secretly in his heart.

"I just want to take advantage of the popularity. Who knows you?"

Just when the little monster from Northern Xinjiang finished speaking, a shocking sword light came directly from the sky, and the sword was as fast as a sword, as if the sky was about to collapse, and he charged for a strike.

He's about to kill someone!

The sword was as fast as a sword, the sword light was cold, and hundreds of sword lights came in an instant, and everyone could not see the sword light clearly.

I just feel that time has turned, and the shadow of the knife is in front of me, and there is no way to avoid it!

Then they all beheaded the monsters in Northern Xinjiang.

"He Fang Xiaoxiao unexpectedly attacked me!"

The little monster from Northern Xinjiang roared angrily. This man is really hateful. He launched a sneak attack just after he finished his sentence and when he was at his most relaxed.

Ye Yang didn't say anything, and slashed out with another sword. What Ye Yang wanted was to kill him quickly under a sneak attack.

He won't talk so much nonsense to others. Villains often die from talking too much.

So when you take action, you seek a one-hit kill.

But the monsters from Northern Xinjiang react extremely quickly.

He opened his mouth and spit out a diamond bracelet. The bracelet quickly expanded to cover his body, creating layers of clouds that obscured the light of the sword.

Ye Yang's move was a sneak attack that had been prepared for a long time. He responded in a hurry. Although he covered most of the swords, he was still slashed in the face by a few of them.

His skin was dehydrated, his skin quickly withered, his black hair quickly turned white, and he lost his youth.

He is getting old.

And the diamond bracelet that he withstood the most attacks seemed to have experienced time at this moment. With the passage of time, it became mottled and old, and its power was reduced by 30%.

With the cultivation of the warrior realm and the realm of the sword that kills a hundred with one sword, he used all his strength to unleash the most powerful move of the Wind and Frost Sword Technique——

The years have passed!

The monsters in Northern Xinjiang were suddenly at a disadvantage and had their life essence cut off.

"It's Ye Yang! Look how I capture him with one hand."

The little monster from Northern Xinjiang wanted to cry but felt that many years of his life had been taken away from him. He was mad with hatred and his face was filled with fear.

Anyone who feels that their life is disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye will feel horrified.

But after fighting for a long time, he held his breath and concentrated in an instant, guarding against Ye Yang's attack at any time.

"You little monster from Northern Xinjiang, don't be so arrogant now! The real master of Feitian Sect is here to seek revenge."

There were also people who couldn't stand the behavior of the monsters in Northern Xinjiang and started to ridicule them.

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on the sky.

Ye Yang secretly sighed, this person is indeed very powerful and worthy of being the secret disciple of Beihai Shenni.

He used all his strength and sneak attacks did not achieve good results.

But he still didn't show up, deliberately whetting the appetite of the northern Xinjiang monsters.

Everyone was shocked. There was a swordsman hiding nearby, and he killed the little monster in Northern Xinjiang with a single blow.

Some people clapped their hands secretly.

There are also people who are worried, knowing that a fierce battle will definitely happen here, and are unwilling to get involved to avoid harming innocent people, so they quietly retreat.

He roared angrily, and at this moment, another infinite sword flashed by.

People are most uncool when they are angry.

The person hiding in the dark came prepared, and the thick sword light came specifically towards his vitals.

With a roar, the little monster from Northern Xinjiang was hit by the light of a sword on his chest. However, he had a heart-protecting mirror on his chest to protect himself, so the light of the sword did not have the corresponding effect.

But one hand was quietly cut off, leaving only a severed arm.

He was frightened and did not dare to roar any more. He held his breath and focused his attention. His eyes kept looking around, and he was defensive, for fear of another attack from the person hiding in the dark.

Feitianmen seemed to have thought of something when he saw the light of the sword.

"It's Senior Brother Ye! Senior Brother Ye is here."

"Guardian Ye is here to rescue us."

"Senior Brother Ye has not abandoned us."

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Hearing this sound, Ye Yang knew that he could no longer hide it, so he controlled the Sun Flying Turtle to descend slowly.

"Little monster from Northern Xinjiang, I haven't seen you for a few days. How much more capable are you? You actually dare to challenge Feitianmen in the street!"

on the sky.

A black spot gradually descended, and then everyone saw a huge flying turtle suspended in the sky.

The man above Flying Turtle is carrying a sword and has a strong build. Although he is not very handsome, he is very masculine and tough.

The sunlight reflected beautiful golden light on his broken hair.

There is a touch of vicissitudes and maturity unique to him in the corners of his eyes.

The little monster from Northern Xinjiang looked at Ye Yang and gritted his teeth.

Especially when I saw my head full of white hair, I felt angry.

"You are so vicious and despicable."

"For those who are vicious and despicable, we should naturally use vicious and despicable methods to deal with them."

Ye Yang didn't take it seriously at all and responded calmly.

At this moment, seeing the other party coming, but not seeing the demon elephant, the northern monster couldn't help but be curious.

"Where's your demonic elephant?"

There was a hint of sadness on Ye Yang's face.

"died."

Everyone was overjoyed, and the little monster from Northern Xinjiang was even more excited and laughing.

The demon elephant that many people were jealous of and frightened before turned out to be dead.

At this moment, Ye Yang, the master of swordsmanship, personally admitted that his demon elephant was dead.

This is wonderful news for many people.

Although the little monster from Northern Xinjiang had one of his hands chopped off by Ye Yang, his fighting spirit was still astonishing.

"Since there is no more demon elephant, then prepare to die. I will sell you as a human slave to the demon kingdom on earth."

Ye Yang shook his head: "Those who are about to die are always those who talk too much."

The little monster from Northern Xinjiang grabbed a slave from the side like lightning, ignoring the horrified look in his eyes.

He opened his mouth and bit off one of the opponent's right hands, then spit out his saliva and stuck the opponent's right hand to his wrist.

The broken right hand was restored to its original state.

"The seeds of evil thoughts give rise to the great law."

Ye Yang frowned, thinking of the famous secret technique inherited by the Thirteen Giant Bandits of the North Sea.

This method possesses the endless energy of violence. When practicing, you need to plant a slave body with evil thoughts and carry it with you at any time.

As long as you don't die, if you are seriously injured, you can use the slave's life to repair your body.

The little monster from Northern Xinjiang was so jealous that Ye Yang cut off his right hand.

He was filled with pale demonic aura, and he jumped towards him. The wind and sand were stirring around him. His pale black claws weighed more than 10,000 kilograms, and there was bloody demonic aura flowing around him.

Many people were blinded by the wind and sand and quickly retreated.

"Fellow Taoist Beijiang, please stop. Why don't you listen to me?"