My Master is a God - Chapter 943

[Chapter 943 Killing the Yan Family]

The space of only fifty or sixty square meters was completely empty, and there was no trace of his father.

Yang Yiyu’s heart skipped a beat.

“Qiao Fu~”

Yang Yiyu shouted with a sullen face.

Qiao Fu and Wu Moxia hurried in and saw that there was no trace of Yang Guozhong in the retreat room.

“This…?”

Both of them were stunned. They had been guarding outside the retreat room and had never seen Yang Guozhong come out. Now he was gone?

Qiao Fu and Wu Moxia’s faces changed, and they both knelt down and said, “Sir, please be wise. Since the master went into seclusion three years ago, we have not left for a moment, and we have not seen the master come out~”

At this time, Yang Wentian said lightly, “Don’t blame them, Yun boy. Your father, that bastard, is no worse than me in the study of the art of formation. He is better than me. I think he directly opened a teleportation formation in the seclusion room and left.”

Yang Yiyun felt bitter in his heart. What he feared most was that his father would go to the Yan family alone. Now his worry has come true.

He waved his hand and said to Qiao Fu and Wu Moxia, “I don’t blame you, go down.”

Qiao Fu and Wu Moxia breathed a sigh of relief, got up and left.

At this moment, Meng Changqing found a hand-painted pattern in a corner of the secret room, and then took a breath and said, “Master, your father is afraid that you have practiced the blood formation~”

“Blood formation?”

Yang Yiyun was puzzled. Although he also understood the art of formation, it was the first time he heard the name of blood formation.

“Let me see~” Yang Wentian walked over to look at a complex pattern on the wall that was obviously drawn with blood on his finger with a solemn tone, and then he couldn’t help but said in a deep voice: “This brat, he is going to die~”

Listening to the heavy words of the two formation masters, Yang Yiyu was angry and asked again: “Master, what is a blood formation?”

“The blood formation is a powerful and extreme formation in the way of formation. It uses itself as the furnace of the formation. People are the formation, and the formation is also people. The power of this formation comes from the blood of the caster.

Cultivate to the Mahayana, a drop of blood can make a formation, and the power is infinite. However, in the way of formation, very few people can cultivate the blood formation to the Mahayana. Your father is too reckless. He must have cultivated the blood formation without our knowledge and went to the forbidden land of the Yan family. How can the blood formation be cultivated to the Mahayana in three years…” Yang Wentian only has one disciple, Yang Guozhong. At this time, he is no less worried than Yang Yiyu.

“Master, what will happen if the blood formation cannot be cultivated to the Mahayana?” Yang Yiyu asked with a throbbing heart.

“If you can’t cultivate to the Mahayana stage, the final result will be exhaustion of blood and death.” Yang Wentian sighed.

Yang Yiyu’s face turned very ugly and said, “Master, can you tell how long my father has been gone?”

“Ah~ Yes, yes, yes, I’ll check. If he left not long ago, maybe we can come to rescue him.” Yang Wentian woke up.

Then he closed his eyes and muttered something.

Two minutes later, Yang Wentian opened his eyes and said, “Three days ago, three days ago, it happened to be the day when the Great Derivative Formation was successful. If the Great Derivative Formation was completed one day earlier, he couldn’t get out.

Alas… Hurry, let’s go to Yan’s house and hope it’s still in time. After all, it takes time to rush to Yan’s house.” Yang Wentian said hurriedly.

Yang Yiyu nodded and looked at Yang Wentian gratefully.

After that, he didn’t say anything, but found Zhao Nan, the main wife, and handed her the teleportation formation and the formation eye of the Great Derivative Formation. After a brief explanation, he left with Meng Changqing and Yang Wentian and rushed to Yan’s house.

He did not bring anyone else with him, because Yang Yiyun knew that the Yan family had two masters in the Spiritual Realm. There were so many masters that it would be useless to go.

He, Meng Changqing, and Yang Wentian should be enough.

…

After entering the depths of the bandit’s den, Yang Wentian stopped and said, “Wait for me to activate the teleportation array. We will go directly to the Yan family’s forbidden land. Your father was also blocked by the Yan family in the Yan family’s forbidden land. It would be a waste of time to break in directly.”

After that, Yang Wentian squeezed out three drops of blood from his fingertips, waved his hands in the air, chanted something, and cast spells with his hands, and suddenly formed a portal in the shape of a Chinese character “品”.

“Okay, let’s go in. Fortunately, we left a mark in the Yan family’s forbidden land last time, otherwise we wouldn’t be able to use the teleportation array.” Yang Wentian spoke with a rough breath.

It took him a lot of energy to construct a small space teleportation array out of thin air.

The three of them stepped into the teleportation array one after another.

The next moment, when the three of them appeared here, they were already in a canyon.

Yang Yiyu heard the sound of shouting and killing immediately.

He looked up suddenly and saw a mountain as high as the clouds in the middle of the canyon hundreds of meters away. The whole mountain looked like there was no trace of green, it was bare, like a stick that fell from the sky and inserted into the depths of the earth.

At the foot of this red-black mountain there was a huge skull-shaped cave, which gave people the feeling that a skull from the abyss opened its mouth to devour people.

Yang Yiyu guessed that the skull cave should be the forbidden

area of the Yan family. A hundred meters away from the skull cave, blood was shining.

At a glance, there were forty or fifty masters surrounding a circle, with blood in the center, and everyone was besieging the blood.

Because of the strong blood, it was impossible to see what was going on inside.

But Yang Yiyu had already guessed that the blood was most likely his father Yang Guozhong.

At this moment, Yang Yiyu’s eyes were red.

At a glance, six of them were actually at the Great Perfection of the Out-of-Body Realm, the rest were ten at the late Out-of-Body Realm, fifteen at the middle Out-of-Body Realm, and the rest were all cultivators at the early Out-of-Body Realm.

Corpses were lying in all directions, and the bloody smell was very pungent.

It was obvious that the scene had been through an extremely tragic fight.

“Roar~”

Yang Yiyu let out a long roar, and could no longer care about anything

. He rushed forward with the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand. Since Master Yang Wentian said that his father had practiced the blood formation, then the blood light besieged in the center by these Yan family members was undoubtedly his father Yang Guozhong.

Yang Wentian and Meng Changqing’s faces changed. After looking at each other, they followed Yang Yiyu on the left and right and rushed forward.

“Yang Wentian, you came at the right time. Today, I will kill you. Seeing that the good apprentice you taught broke into my Yan family’s forbidden area twice and killed hundreds of my Yan family’s children, I will settle this account with you today.”

Just as the three of them rushed forward, an extremely cold voice sounded.

Yan Jishan and Yan Zongqing appeared in the sight.

At this moment, they were disheveled and looked a little embarrassed.

Meng Changqing snorted and said to Yang Yiyu: “Master, go save your father. He is in the blood. It is the blood formation burning. It will be too late to come back later. Leave these two old guys to us.” Meng Changqing rushed

to Yan Zongqing immediately. He is now in the early stage of the Spiritual Dispersion Realm. Although he has achieved the Spiritual Dispersion Realm, he is not afraid of Yan Zongqing with the function of the formation.

However, Yang Wentian said to Yan Jishan in a deep voice: “Yan Jishan, if my disciple has any problems, I will crush you to ashes. Prepare to die.”

“Hahaha~ Yang Wentian, you are destined to be disappointed today. Your stupid disciple actually practiced the blood array. Although he burned his blood essence to forcibly improve his cultivation to the level of the spirit separation realm and killed many disciples of my Yan family, he can’t have an easy life. Today is destined to be the day when Yang Guozhong’s soul will fly away…” Yan Jishan

smiled sinisterly and fought with Yan Jishan in an instant.

Four masters of the spirit separation realm fought,

and the situation suddenly changed. Yang Yiyun rushed directly to the blood light.

When he got closer, he saw clearly that there was indeed a figure in the blood light. Although he couldn’t see his appearance clearly, he could sense from his breath that it was his father Yang Guozhong.

And forty or fifty masters of the Yan family who were in the out-of-body realm formed a circle and cast a spell on his father. It seemed that it was a powerful array that was suppressing his father in the blood light with all their strength.

Listening to Yan Jishan’s words, my father actually forcibly raised his cultivation to the level of the spirit separation realm. No wonder so many members of the Yan family died, and no wonder dozens of Yan family masters have not been able to take down my father until now.

It turned out that he forcibly raised his cultivation to the spirit separation realm, coupled with his father’s attainments in formations that were better than his father’s, and it was a blood formation, it was rare for him to persist until now.

However, it was also because of this that Yang Yiyun’s heart twitched. He knew that his father wanted to enter the forbidden area of the Yan family at the cost of his life, but unfortunately there were many masters in the Yan family and they had been blocked for a long time.

After thinking about this, Yang Yiyun was so angry that blood came out of his throat. He was forcibly suppressed. When he was more than 20 meters away, he used a sword to attack the 40 or 50 monks of the Yan family who were suppressing his father with formations.

“One sword and one black lotus, one turns into two, die~”

The powerful sword energy made the world dark. With one sword, two black lotuses appeared and went straight to the 40 or 50 masters of the Yan family.

More than 20 meters away, one of the Yan family members said, “Second brother, third brother, go and deal with that kid. The rest of you continue to use the formation to consume Yang Guozhong.”

(End of this chapter)