Ancient fairy doctors in the city

Apart from people from Erma's side who secretly followed Zhao Yang, even people from the temple and the dark hall were silently watching.

Therefore, when Zhao Yang's condensed avatar came out to go shopping, the forces of all parties suddenly became tense.

Is Zhao Yang going to take revenge?

But what Zhao Yang did next made them stunned.

Zhao Yang seemed to be shopping without a purpose.

This……?

Just when they were puzzled by Zhao Yang's actions, Zhao Yang and Huo Luan had already arrived above Longqing Castle.

Zhao Yang's divine sense cautiously swept down, and soon he sensed a black barrier.

"Array." Zhao Yang frowned.

His lineage did not practice alchemy, nor did he practice formation.

Therefore, it is almost impossible to enter this ancient castle quietly.

"What should I do?" Huo Luan asked.

"You hide in the dark, see if you can find Qianlong, I will kill you directly." Zhao Yang summoned the Dragon Chanting Sword after explaining something.

Roar!

When the Longyin Sword resounded through the air, a flash of sword light fell towards the formation below.

The formation shattered without even taking a breath.

"Who?"

"The enemy invaded."

The ear-piercing siren immediately resounded throughout the entire castle, and one figure after another came out of the darkness.

These figures were all vampires with wings, and they looked at Zhao Yang with ferocious and bloodthirsty expressions.

"Dirty stuff." After Zhao Yang said these words, the Longyin Sword suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance, and thousands of sword lights rushed towards the vampire below.

The vampires were terrified when they saw the sword glow all over the sky.

"how is this possible?"

"How could this guy's swordsmanship be so strong?"

"The information is wrong, everyone retreat quickly."

"This guy's cultivation is at the third level of the Divine Ability Realm, but his combat power is at the fifth level."

Just when those sword glows were about to pierce their bodies, a black robe surged against the wind, and immediately wrapped the entire top of the castle tightly.

The sword light that filled the sky couldn't move forward.

The next moment, the black robe turned into a feather and landed on the back of an old Western European man.

"Fallen Angel." Zhao Yang was taken aback.

"At first, I thought you were only on the third level of the Divine Ability Realm, but I didn't expect you to be far above the same level." The old man looked at Zhao Yang with fiery eyes, "Your body is suitable for my master to come."

Hearing this, Zhao Yang's eyes were full of vigilance.

"You want to welcome the creatures from hell to come?"

"what happened?"

"This will cause chaos in the world."

"Hehe, this world should also be ruled by my family of fallen angels." The old man said arrogantly.

"Back then, you were hunted down by the angel clan like bereaved dogs, and now you still want to unify the world?" Zhao Yang said here, his eyes burst into golden luster.

Eyes of Golden Core!

The terrifying eyes ignited the void.

The old man was horrified to find that he was ignited, and the domineering golden core flame swept his whole body.

"How is it possible? How could you be an existence in the Golden Core Realm?" After the old man said this, he was turned into ashes amidst the shocked expressions of many vampires.

The masters of the temple hidden in the dark watched this scene blankly.

Their hands and feet became cold.

Originally, what they thought was that Zhao Yang and An Tang were fighting for both sides, and they would reappear to clean up the mess.

But now it is one-sided.

"My lord, what should we do?" A glory knight asked tremblingly.

"Let's wait and see what happens." An old guardian knight said with a wry smile.

Since Zhao Yang is in the Golden Core Realm, there is no reason why he couldn't find them.

And without the old man of high innate level, the remaining vampires are no match for Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang killed them all without mercy.

"I've seen you, my lord." At this time, Qianlong, who was covered in blood, came here led by Huo Luan.

Zhao Yang threw a healing pill to Qianlong, "heal first."

After Qianlong took the healing pill, he recovered silently.

"Everyone, haven't you seen enough?" Zhao Yang asked, looking far away.

Zhao Yang's spiritual sense is so keen, he has already discovered that the guys from the temple are waiting for an opportunity in the distance.

I didn't have time to talk to them before, and I didn't expect them to show up.

"I have seen Lord Death." The old guardian knight of the temple showed up with a large number of people from the temple, and he saluted Zhao Yang immediately.

When Zhao Yang used the eyes of the golden core, the old knight knew that Zhao Yang was a leader in the golden core realm.

Unless it was the group of retreating old monsters from the temple, no one could do anything to Zhao Yang.

"Your temple wants to do what the oriole is after?" Zhao Yang said with a smile.

"Don't dare." The old knight said with a humble expression.

"Your temple should give me an explanation for what happened today, right?" Zhao Yang's eyes burst into golden luster when he said this.

The old knight was taken aback.

"Wait." After saying this, the old knight quickly threw a jade bottle to Zhao Yang, "This is the holy water from my temple."

"Holy water? Do you think I can use it?" Zhao Yang said indifferently.

"My lord, you are already in the Golden Core realm, how can I bring out what you favor?" The old knight said with a wry smile, "This bottle of clean water may not be useful to you, but it should be useful to your subordinates."

Zhao Yang curled his lips, "Do you think I don't know how many levels there are in holy water? The holy water you gave me is only aimed at the acquired realm."

"My lord, I don't have a few drops of the holy water for quenching the body in the innate realm?" The old knight said and handed Zhao Yang a jade bottle, "There are ten drops of innate holy water in the jade bottle."

Zhao Yang pondered for a moment and waved his hands, "Come on, that's all!"

To be honest, Zhao Yang still doesn't want to tear himself apart from the Holy Temple. After all, the Holy Temple is also a giant in the West.

He doesn't care, but does his Death Organization still have a lot of business in the West?

After Zhao Yang took Qianlong back to the hotel, Qianlong healed until late at night.

"My lord, I'm almost fully recovered from my injuries." Qian Long saluted Zhao Yang.

"How do you feel this time?" Zhao Yang asked with a smile.

"Even though I have set foot on the ninth floor of the Xiantian Realm, the gap with the Supernatural Realm is still obvious." Qianlong sighed softly, "I thought I could fight across the ranks like an adult, but I have never been suppressed by the opponent " At the end, Qianlong's face was full of bitterness.

"It's okay." Zhao Yang said indifferently, "Clean up and prepare to go back to China."

"Go home?"

"Don't you want to step into the realm of supernatural powers?"

"Will your lord help me step into the supernatural realm?" Qianlong's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Although I can help you repair a broken hand, the effect is not as good as self-repair." Zhao Yang said with a slight smile.