Ascending the Heavens as an Evil God

With a silver robe and a silver face, these four simple words made the small courtyard fall into silence.

The boy who came to report was frightened for a moment when he saw this strange scene and didn't know what was happening.

In the silence, Yun Tianyang was the first to react and waved the boy down.

When only the "Seven Tigers of the Northwest" were left in the small courtyard, Mo Wentian couldn't hold it in anymore and said angrily: "The person who came here from outside is the person Lao Yun your master said?"

"It's possible." Yun Tianyang said in a deep voice, "I think it's better to have someone test it out. Let's go first."

"Lao Yun, be careful!" Before he could finish his words, he saw Mo Wentian next to him rushing over and blocking him behind him, looking ahead warily.

Yun Tianyang suddenly turned his head, only to see a silver figure standing at the door.

This man was dressed in silver robes and had a silver mask on his face, making it difficult to see his appearance, but he couldn't help but feel a bit cold.

"Where's Axiu?" The silver-robed man's eyes swept across the small courtyard, ignoring all the Seven Northwest Tigers, and asked about Axiu's whereabouts.

This silver-robed man could not see any breath from his body, just like an ordinary person who had never practiced martial arts, but Yun Tianyang did not dare to look down on him at all.

An ordinary person couldn't afford to appear in front of him quietly.

"My master is in retreat, attacking the legendary Broken Void Realm!" Yun Tianyang said in a cold voice, hoping that with the master's realm, he could shock the people in front of him.

Unexpectedly, the man in silver robe laughed loudly: "Your master is in seclusion now and will never take that step in his life. It's better to let me help her."

Before anyone else could speak, Yun Tianyang raised his eyebrows, and with anger welling up in his heart, he snorted: "My master's practice is not your turn to talk too much!"

"That's right!" Mo Wentian on the side also touched his bald head and came up to him and said, "Lao Yun's master's martial arts has reached the realm of transformation, and you are the only one who can do it."

Before he could finish his words, a silver figure flashed in front of him. He felt a pain in his abdomen and his perspective was lifted up.

Am I flying? !

This was Mo Wentian's last thought, and then he knew nothing else.

In the eyes of Yun Tianyang and others,

Astonishingly, the man in silver robe suddenly kicked Mo Wentian in the abdomen, and the latter flew straight away.

Not even a moment after he took off, a cloud of blood mist burst out from his abdomen, but his internal organs had been completely shattered by the force, and there was no longer any life left.

There was silence in the small courtyard again, followed by Yun Tianyang's angry roar: "You are looking for death!"

He drew out his sword in an instant, and without thinking, he stabbed the sword straight at the silver-robed man's back.

This sword not only contains the essence of what he has learned in his life, but also fits his mood and connotation at this time. It can be said to be the strongest sword in Yun Tianyang's life.

As the sword thrust out, Yun Tianyang couldn't help but have this thought in his heart: Facing this sword, even the master must be careful to deal with it.

Keng!

The sound of metal hitting each other was heard, and the silver-robed man didn't even bother to dodge, letting the sword stab him in the back, but Yun Tianyang couldn't even go one step deeper.

What kind of monster is this!

Yun Tianyang felt a chill in his heart, and finally understood why his master told him to run as far as he wanted.

Before the thought came to an end, Yun Tianyang felt his eyes go dark, as if a punch had hit his face.

I don't know how long it took, but Yuntianyang woke up faintly, feeling a heartbreaking pain on his face.

He couldn't help but raise his hand to touch it, only to find that his entire nose had collapsed, and his originally handsome face was probably completely ruined.

The disfigurement was a trivial matter, but what was most difficult for him to accept was that the small courtyard was already covered in blood, and his six brothers and sisters were lying neatly in front of him.

The six people were either punched through the abdomen, had their heads blown off, or had their limbs torn off, but not a single body was found intact.

"Old Mo! Xiao Feng! Everyone!" Yun Tianyang stood up and called out to his companions one by one, but he got no response.

"Ah!" Yun Tianyang yelled crazily.

Three days later, the disfigured Yuntianyang took up the banner alone and led a group of people from all walks of life who had just gathered together to fight all the way to the central part of the mainland, with their troops pointing directly at Wumeng City.

After this catastrophe, Yun Tianyang's temperament changed drastically. He became taciturn and taciturn. Even he, who was originally as gentle as jade, suddenly became violent and harsh, hitting and scolding his soldiers.

But at the same time, his own martial arts improved bravely.

In just over a month, the rebels attacked sixteen cities of the Martial Arts Alliance, and a total of seven spiritual warriors died at the hands of Yun Tianyang.

What's even more surprising is that these seven divine warriors are almost lined up to be sent to Yuntianyang to kill, but only one of them shows up every time.

Every time he takes a shot, Yun Tianyang's strength becomes one point higher. Until now, the former leader of the "Seven Tigers of the Northwest" has impressively gained the reputation of being the best in the world.

In the eyes of many people, only Qin Yuezhi, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, is qualified to fight Yun Tianyang.

At this time when the world was in chaos, a figure slowly appeared in a deep mountain in the Western Region.

This person was dressed in bright yellow gauze, standing like this in the wind and snow, but not a single snowflake could fall on her. It was Axiu, known as the "Goddess Zhongli".

"It's still a little bit worse." She looked up at the wind and snow in the sky and muttered softly. The long sword on her back seemed to never be unsheathed, but it contained boundless sword intent.

She was in seclusion this time because her apprentice was implicated by her and almost wiped out her entire family. She wanted to use the stagnation in her heart to break through the last hurdle.

But things went against expectations. After all, we were still missing the last step, and we were stuck in front of that door.

This was not the first time that Axiu had encountered this kind of experience in the past twenty years. At this time, she didn’t dwell too much and walked down the mountain step by step.

It wasn't until she went to the foot of the mountain to find someone to inquire about her apprentice that Axiu was shocked. It turned out that so many things had happened in the world during her time in seclusion.

"The six people who were known as the Seven Tigers of the Northwest together with Tian Yang were killed by a man in silver robes."

"Tian Yang went crazy, ordered his troops and headed straight for Wumeng City."

"Conquer sixteen cities in one month and kill seven great masters in the realm of gods."

One message after another was confirmed to be true and false, and came to A Xiu, making her almost dizzy for a moment. It wasn't until the end that she realized something was wrong.

Because the last piece of news is that the rebels led by Yun Tianyang have arrived at the gates of Wumeng City!

"It must be that person's conspiracy!" After Axiu heard the appearance of the silver-robed man, he almost didn't need to think too much, and he was sure of the answer immediately.

With that person's strength, even twenty years ago, he could easily kill the divine warrior, let alone now?

Then he deliberately sent his men to kill his disciples. Whether his purpose was good or not, he had to rush to see what happened!

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