Chapter 261 City Gate Crisis

Yangdu is very big.

But compared with the Purple Sky City, Dark Abyss City and Ten Thousand Stars City that Yang Che had seen, the scale was still slightly smaller.

However, the size is not important. What is important is that the atmosphere in this 'Yangdu' is similar to what Yang Che expected.

Very depressing and dull.

The city is still bustling, but not lively.

The monks walking on the street all had extremely solemn expressions on their faces.

After Yang Che, Wen Bieyuan, Chi Qing and Pu Jie were identified again, they came to a somewhat remote building in the city.

Before you even get close, you can hear the clanging sound of iron coming from inside.

Yang Che raised his eyes and looked at the huge stone plaque at the entrance, which had the word "Ba Zong" engraved on it.

The name of this sect is quite impressive.

Entering it, a hot breath hit your face.

The further he walked in, the brighter Yang Che's eyes became, and he felt inexplicably familiar.

Because this is actually a place for refining weapons.

It is quite similar to the layout of the 'Sword Forging Pond' when I was in the Qing Sword Sect.

However, what surprised Yang Che was that such an imposing ‘tyrant’ had reached the end of his life before he had gone very far?

Seeing Yang Che's doubts, Wen Bieyuan couldn't help but look a little embarrassed, and said with a smile:

"My Taoist friends are laughing. With the continuous wars, the land in Yangdu City has become more and more expensive. It is not easy for my sect to have such a land to establish the sect."

Yang Che was surprised.

He really didn't mean to be funny, he was just a little surprised, and it didn't matter.

"Friend Daoist Wen, just help me get the 'Yang Talisman' quickly."

Yang Che said calmly.

Naturally, he didn't want to waste time and wanted to get the 'Yang Talisman' quickly. After accumulating enough contribution points, he could use the teleportation array in the city to teleport to the Xuanwu Realm as soon as possible.

"Then please trouble fellow Daoist Zhang to wait here for a while. Mr. Wen will go to see Master immediately."

After Wen Bieyuan cupped his hands and said that, he led Chi Qing and Pu Jie towards a house at the end.

Yang Che suddenly stared at the back of the dull male cultivator Chi Qing, with a thoughtful look on his face.

Looking at this 'tyrant' carefully, Yang Che felt more and more that this 'tyrant' seemed a bit too 'poor', and it was difficult to match his status as a weapon-refining sect.

After waiting for almost a quarter of an hour, Wen Bieyuan walked out of the house.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, here, this is the 'Yang Talisman'. You can use it by dripping blood on it."

The elegant Wen Bieyuan handed a piece of jade-like object in his hand to Yang Che.

Yang Che took it and found that the jade was red in color and slightly hot to the touch.

After his spiritual consciousness scanned it and found nothing unusual, Yang Che pricked his finger and dropped a drop of blood on it.

The red jade stone shimmered with blood.

Yang Che immediately sensed that a clever 'formation restriction' was activated within it.

This Yang Talisman has only one chance to be activated by a drop of blood.

Regardless of whether the monk who owns this Yang Talisman dies or the Yang Talisman is robbed, it is equivalent to being invalid and can no longer be used.

This is distinguished and recorded with each monk's unique 'Qi and Blood', which can indeed prevent the 'Yang Talisman' from being stolen and forging identities to a great extent.

It must be said that the monks who can refine this 'Yang Talisman' and engrave such brilliant formation patterns on it are quite powerful.

As expected, after Yang Che activated the Yang Talisman with a drop of blood, Wen Bieyuan immediately said:

"This Yang Talisman was specially refined for our Cold Yang Realm by the seniors in the digital god stage of the Xuanwu Realm. It is extremely important. Fellow Daoist Zhang must keep it properly and not lose it."

After saying that, he suddenly lowered his voice and said: "Fellow Daoist Zhang, please stay in my Ba Zong for the time being. Although the place is small, it is still a place to stay. However, my master has a weird temper. Daoyou Zhang, please do not disturb my master if nothing happens."

Yang Che nodded slightly and settled down in Ba Zong for the time being.

Sitting cross-legged in a simple house that was not spacious, Yang Che thought deeply.

When he returned to this world of immortal cultivation this time, he did not forget that there was a big enemy in the Xuanwu Realm, the ‘Yuwen Family’.

Yang Che still dares not forget how terrible Yu Wenyang was, so he changed his mind and decided to focus on cultivation and try not to get into trouble.

Now that he has obtained the Yang Talisman, Yang Che will naturally have to make adequate preparations, and then quietly leave the city to slaughter corpses and exterminate demons, so as to quickly accumulate enough contribution points.

He had asked Wen Bieyuan before. If he wanted to accumulate enough contribution points from using the teleportation array in the fastest time, the most direct way would be to kill two spirit-level ancient blood corpses and their owners, or kill one. A Nascent Soul level demon cultivator.

For ordinary alchemy monks, this is simply impossible.

But they can slowly accumulate it by killing ancient blood corpses and demon cultivators of the same level or even lower levels.

But this takes quite a long time.

For Yang Che, the possibility of killing a Nascent Soul level demon cultivator is extremely slim.

However, Yang Che was still very confident that he could kill the two spirit-level ancient blood corpses and their owners.

After swallowing a 'Ba Pill', Yang Che entered a state of cultivation.

The difficulties and consumption encountered in escorting Wen Bieyuan and the others back to Yangdu were much greater than he imagined.

Therefore, Yang Che decided to practice and recover before leaving the city.

A few days later.

Yang Che left the simple house full of energy.

And walked directly towards the gate of Ba Zong.

As soon as he walked out of Ba Zong, he found many monks hurried towards the city gate with solemn expressions.

His spiritual consciousness immediately dispersed, and Yang Che immediately sensed that a fierce battle was taking place at the city gate.

In today's Yangdu, in order to better resist the ancient corpse sect and the demonic monks, only one city gate has been preserved, and the rest of the city gates have long been sealed.

Yang Che pondered for a moment and rushed to the city gate.

The tall city wall built with special rocks and engraved with magic formations was filled with foundation-building monks who were operating the formations.

White lights emerged one after another, forming an arc-shaped light shield that firmly protected the gate of Yangdu City.

In the open space and mid-air not far from the city gate, there were five Yuanying monks leading hundreds of pill-forming monks, fighting fiercely with an army of ancient blood corpses and demonic monks.

Yang Che scanned his consciousness vaguely and discovered that the monks on the Yangdu City side were at an absolute disadvantage.

For some reason, Yang Che always felt that the monks here in Yangdu City had a faint pessimism.

Among these hundreds of pill-forming monks, if anyone is injured, no matter how serious it is, they will immediately withdraw from the battle circle and return to the city.

On the other hand, the demonic monks, no matter how injured they were, still showed fierceness and attacked crazily.

As a result, the Yangdu monks, who were not numerically superior in the first place, were even more stressed and had to fight and retreat.

Yang Che frowned deeply, and suddenly thought that if Yangdu City was captured by the Ancient Corpse Sect and the Demonic Way, he might no longer be able to use the teleportation array in the city.

"Hey, fellow Taoist, you are so good, why don't you go up and confront the enemy?"

An old voice with an obviously reproachful and dissatisfied tone suddenly sounded.

Yang Che was interrupted from contemplation and found an old man who was slightly injured in the middle stage of pill formation and just returned to the city, and said to him with a bad look.

"Fellow Taoist, I just started..."

Yang Che immediately wanted to explain.

The old man shouted coldly: "Why don't you hurry up and fight the enemy? When the war comes, every monk has the responsibility to protect Yangdu. Look at the injured among us, which one has not shed blood and fought to defend Yangdu?" life?"

Yang Che was startled when he heard this, and suddenly felt several unkind cold rays of light coming towards him from around him.

At the same time, Yang Che also had a doubt in his heart.

Immortal cultivators who can cultivate to the stage of forming pills are generally quite dignified and cautious in their actions. They are unlikely to say such obvious words that can easily attract hatred for themselves.

While he was doubting, the battle outside the city suddenly changed.

In the distance, another group of dark ancient blood corpses suddenly flew in. A rough sweep was probably at least three hundred of them.

Moreover, most of these ancient blood corpses are at the general level, and they are menacing.

The monks in Yangdu City all looked horrified and their expressions changed drastically.