Chapter 201 Qingming Treasure Scroll

The ocean is vast, and the sight is all green and vast, making it difficult to find.

The other party disappeared in the ocean. Ye Yang entered the sea and looked around, but he could not see the target.

He was not good at water battles, and the waters here were vast, so he was quite embarrassed for a while.

Ye Yang frowned slightly, and then called out the Sun Chasing Flying Turtle.

The Sun Chasing Flying Turtle is a water creature, and is extremely sensitive to changes in water vapor.

At this time, just after being summoned by Ye Yang, it dived low and entered the vast ocean.

The Sun Chasing Flying Turtle is like a fish in water in the water, and it is very fast.

Ye Yang Ye Yang followed the Sun Chasing Flying Turtle and soon arrived in the center of the vast sea.

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The ocean was vast, and a man in a black robe and a devil mask on his head stood on the sea, looking back constantly.

He suddenly saw a huge flying turtle swooping down from the bottom of the ocean, and frowned slightly.

He had suspected that someone was following him before, but he just couldn't find the other party. Now in the vast ocean, the other party finally showed his claws.

He casually sent out a huge wind roll.

But the flying turtle was huge, as big as a millstone, and its carapace was unusually wide and thick.

His wind roll did not cause any damage to the huge flying turtle.

"Daoyou, please come out and see me. I have something important to discuss. Why do we need to fight and kill?"

At this time, a voice came from the sea, and the monk wearing an evil ghost mask was startled, not knowing what the other party wanted to do.

However, he did not answer, but sank suddenly and lurked in the vast sea.

With a wave of his hand, the waves rolled around, as if the world was about to collapse.

The huge waves roared and rolled back, and then hit Ye Yang's body.

The surging spiritual energy came, and the huge waves were like the collapse of a city wall.

But Ye Yang was faster, and before the huge waves came, he quickly retreated to one side.

At the same time, he commanded the Sun-Chasing Flying Turtle to spit out a mouthful of spiritual water, which broke the wave.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Yang felt relieved, and a trace of relief appeared on his brows.

At the moment of the fight just now, he sensed that the opponent's strength was only at the early stage of the warrior realm, and it was not difficult.

The next moment, Ye Yang raised his sword and dived into the vast sea water. The sound of swords and knives rolled around, as if thunder from the sky fell.

The sword energy rushed to the sky, and the surroundings were filled with dense red sword silk, which was the second level of the sword way that he had been struggling to comprehend for a long time-practicing swords into silk.

The sound of the sword was like thunder, and the sharp sword energy filled the sky.

In the vast sea, the sword light actually pierced the sea water, evaporating a layer of water vapor around, and white mist filled the air.

"Ah!"

A scream came out, and the cultivator who was under the water just now was obviously severely injured by the sword silk, causing considerable damage.

The next moment, a tornado rushed in with sea water.

"Daoyou, we have never met before, why do we have to force each other? This time we have something to ask for, maybe we can cooperate and get what we need, which is a good thing."

"Get lost! I don't need to cooperate with others."

He hid in the dark, had no intention of cooperating, and attacked again.

Ye Yang sighed secretly when he saw this, it seems that he can only capture the other party first.

He waved the sword in his hand and broke the sea water that the other party swung.

From the short words just now, Ye Yang has seen that this man is definitely not a cultivator from the nearby land.

If he is a cultivator from the nearby land, the other party will surely recognize his identity the moment he uses the sword.

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Fighting in the ocean is quite inconvenient for Ye Yang, and he feels that less than 60% of his strength can be exerted.

He drove the flying turtle to rush forward, followed the turtle shell, and then slashed down fiercely with the ghost head seven ring knife.

Before the man could react, he felt a strong force coming from the knife, as if to crush his whole body.

"Who are you? Why are you tracking me like this?"

Ye Yang snorted coldly, still silent, but held the sword and forced the other party into a cramped space, trying to capture him alive.

This man has a special spiritual skill, and he is boneless in the water, as wet and cunning as a loach, and he can't be caught no matter what.

On the contrary, he opened his mouth and sprayed out countless sharp blades like wind thorns.

In a hurry, Ye Yang raised his sword and sword at the same time, as fast as a ghost, and used the wide back of the ghost-headed seven-ring knife to resist the wind thorns sprayed by the other party.

Then he used all his strength to operate the Shaoyang Sword Art, and the red maple sword was extremely sharp, and the sword tip and blade extended more than half a foot of sword energy.

The sword energy scratched a scar on the opponent's shoulder, and then pierced into the bone.

The sword energy entered his body, causing him to feel a stinging pain all over. He was about to dodge, but the sword was already on his neck.

"Fellow Daoist, can we have a good talk now?"

The man's eyes showed a hint of cruelty and he said, "I am the disciple of the Qingming Master of Qingming Island, and I can also be considered a disciple of the Master. Fellow Daoist, are you being so rude to me? Are you going to bring disaster upon yourself?"

"Qingming Master of Qingming Island? But the Lord of Qingming."

Ye Yang was very surprised when he heard this, after all, he was too familiar with the name of the Lord of Qingming.

This was the first master who fought a life-and-death battle with the Feitian Sect.

The key point was that in the end, Gu Xuan used special means to unite with the old man Fenghuo of the Blood Demon Sect to destroy his body.

When the man heard Ye Yang calling the Lord of Qingming, he thought he knew the power of the Lord of Qingming, so he shouted immediately.

"That's right. My master is the Lord Qingming. He has been in seclusion on the island for these years. When he comes to kill you, you will definitely be dead."

Ye Yang snorted coldly: "Don't change the subject. Let me ask you, where did the light sand come from?"

After saying that, Ye Yang reached out and took off the evil ghost mask on his face. Under the mask was a young man with sword eyebrows, star eyes and fair skin.

He looked young.

The man showed a hint of cruelty in his eyes, and then said: "It's okay to tell you, fellow Taoist, that the Time Sand is the treasure of my Qingming Island, and it has always been in the hands of Master Uncle."

"This time, Master Uncle brought back a young man, not only accepted him as his last disciple, but also gave him the status of the successor of the island master. I was dissatisfied, so I stole the Time Sand and planned to sell it and run away."

"Master Uncle? Tell me quickly, how strong is he."

The young man looked at Ye Yang, flashed a trace of disdain, and then said: "Master Uncle Zhuang Guyuan has been in the realm of martial perfection for many years, and the Qingming Treasure Scroll has been cultivated to the point of "thunder in the body, which can be triggered and fired." "

Ye Yang pondered for a moment. Listening to the young man's statement, Zhuang Guyuan's cultivation level is quite high, and it may be a bit difficult to take it by force.

The Qingming Treasure Scroll is not a small name. It is based on the three spiritual arts of wind, cloud, and thunder, and progresses layer by layer, starting with wind and ending with thunder. It is definitely not an ordinary person to be able to cultivate to the realm of thunder in the body.

"Let me ask you, how much time sand is left in Qingming Island now?"

"I don't know. My master got a time stone a hundred years ago and has used a lot of it, but... there should be seven or eight grains now."

"There are as many as seven or eight grains."

Ye Yang heard this, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

According to his idea, if you want to refine a magic weapon, there should be no less than three grains of time sand.

Including the handle, the back of the knife, and the blade, forming the number of three talents, can fully exert the power of the Thirteen Swords of Time.

"What is the situation in Qingming Island now?"

Many years ago, the Lord of Qingming fought with Feitianmen, his body was destroyed, and only his soul escaped, and now he is still missing.

After hearing what Ye Yang said, the man said: "Of course there are many masters, and tens of thousands of people surrender."

"I am the sixth disciple of Yunyin Fairy Aunt. I advise you to let me go quickly. Otherwise, it will be no fun to cause misunderstandings."

Ye Yang knew he was lying, otherwise he would not have stolen the treasures on the island and ran away.

The current situation in Qingming Island is definitely not optimistic.

But even so, it is still too dangerous for him.

After all, his current cultivation is only the second level of a warrior.

After careful consideration, Ye Yang said: "Tell me the specific situation in Qingming Island quickly, otherwise, I will send you to the West immediately."

The man's eyes flickered, and he had other thoughts. Ye Yang knew that he had to give him a hard time.

He stretched out his hand, pointed a finger at the opponent's scapula, and then twisted it.

The opponent's arm was dislocated, and he rotated it 180 degrees and twisted it behind his back.

"Ah!"

The man howled in pain, his whole body was in pain, and the strange twist of his shoulder made him unbearable.

And his face was sweating, and beads of sweat as big as soybeans slid down his forehead.

"I said, but... Daoyou really keep your word, and you will let me go after you finish speaking."

Ye Yang nodded: "Yes, I always keep my word."

"Okay, I hope Daoyou can keep your promise."

After hearing what he said, Ye Yang pondered for a while, wondering how much water he said.

According to what this person said, the island did not know that the body of Lord Qingming was destroyed.

The island was promoting that he had been in seclusion all the time.

The news of Lord Qingming's death was only spread these days, so the island was in a panic.

Now Lord Qingming has three disciples sitting down, forming two different camps, and they all want to fight for the foundation left by Lord Qingming.

He is the disciple of Fairy Yunyin, the second disciple of Lord Qingming.

"So, you are ranked sixth among Fairy Yunyin's disciples."

"No, I am the seventh."

After saying this, he stopped abruptly, knowing that Ye Yang was trying to trick him.

There was a terrifying light flashing in his eyes, and then he said: "Fellow Daoist, I can swear that what I just said is absolutely true."

"Didn't you just say that you are ranked sixth?"

Those who can cultivate to the realm of warriors are naturally as cunning as ghosts

Ye Yang didn't believe what he said at all.

"I'll ask you again, if you answer well, you still have a chance to survive."

He knew that Ye Yang was cunning and worried, and was afraid that the answer would be flawed, so he didn't want to answer.

But at this moment, his life was in the hands of others and he couldn't resist, so he had to say: "Please speak up, fellow Daoist."

"Where is the time sand hidden?"

"It's hidden in the master's secret room, and he is in charge."

"What realm is your master?"

"The master has just entered the middle stage of the warrior."

"So, your master's cultivation is only one level higher than yours?"

A hint of amusement appeared in Ye Yang's eyes.

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