Chapter 58: Blood Stained Medicine

"Are you going to kill my medicine sect?" The white-haired old man narrowed his eyes when he heard Zhang Ziling's words, and shot out dangerous electric lights. "Do you know what you are talking about?"
Zhang Ziling shrugged and said in a nonchalant tone: "Do you want me to say it again?"
"Hahaha! My medicine sect has been standing in China for more than two thousand years. Today, there is a yellow-mouthed child threatening to destroy my medicine sect?" No matter who the elder behind you is, you won’t be able to go out today! Yaozong’s thirty-sixth generation disciple, just come out and let him sober!"
"Sect Master, I am willing to teach this arrogant man!"
After the white-haired old man finished speaking, a handsome young man walked out of the crowd with a richly decorated sword on his left waist and a confident smile on his face.
"As the thirty-sixth generation of Yaozong's major disciple, it is necessary for the disciple Yaoji to maintain the dignity of the sect!" Yaoji folded his fists in both hands and knelt on one knee.
"Yao Ji, yes, you are the best disciple of my thirty-sixth generation, you can show me the style of the medicine school. Remember, don't kill him!" The white-haired old man nodded and said.
"Disciples obey orders!"
Yaoji stood up and turned to look at Zhang Ziling, and smiled: "It is your honor to see my sword! Obediently die!"
Yaoji laughed, and then drew out his saber. The whole person turned into a number of phantoms and surrounded Zhang Ziling. For a time, the shadow of the sword filled the sky, and all the disciples were amazed.
"Senior Brother Yaoji shot, that guy is dead!"
"Hmph, just an ignorant arrogant person, I can do it too! I don't need medicine to jealous brother out!"
"After he is defeated, I must humiliate him well and want to destroy my Medicine Sect? This person is really a lunatic!"
The Yaozong disciples whispered to each other, no one was optimistic about Zhang Ziling.
After all, Yao Ji is the strongest of the new generation of Yao Sect disciples, and can be ranked among the younger generation in the entire Chinese cultivation world!
With this strength, Yao Ji has enough confidence to defeat that arrogant man with three moves!
Yao Ting looked at the sky full of sword shadows, his legs trembled unconvincingly, his whole body softened and he slumped on the ground.
"Yao Ji, it's terrible!"
"I'm afraid I can't even catch a move from him!"
Yao Ting's eyes were full of fear, sitting on the ground back and forth again and again.
And Yao Xun, still kneeling in front of Zhang Ziling, his eyes were full of ashes.
"Master, why don't you believe what I said? Zhang Ziling, it's not something young disciples can contend!"
"Condensation!"
Yaoji shouted loudly, and the sky full of sword shadows instantly returned to one place, and the tip of the sword pointed to Zhang Ziling.
"Oh, it seems that you haven't figured out the situation yet." Zhang Ziling looked at the phantoms around him, shook his head, suddenly red light appeared in his eyes, "I said, I'm going to kill your medicine sect!"
boom!
Zhang Ziling's body burst into black air, a white arm came out of the black air, Yaoji was directly sucked into Zhang Ziling's palm, and the phantoms dissipated directly!
boom!
Before Yaoji could react, Zhang Ziling squeezed his head directly!
The whole medicine school became dead silent, and all the conversations stopped abruptly at this moment!
No matter the corpse of Yaoji spread out like soft mud, Zhang Ziling gradually flew over the Yaozong, looking down at the Yaozong below.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
The black air in the sky gradually condensed and turned into hideous black wings behind him!
As if he were a demon from hell!
"This is!" The white-haired old man looked at Zhang Ziling in the sky, his pupils shrank sharply, "The power that came out of Nanzhou City last time!"
The white-haired old man instantly realized that Zhang Ziling's power was not as weak as it seemed.
With the power to shake a city, he is at least a strong man from the Republic of China to the present.
Or... S-rank abilities!
Thinking of this, the white-haired old man squinted his eyes, a bit tricky...
But... this is just a bit tricky.
Looking at Zhang Ziling, who was like a demon in the sky, the white-haired old man smiled contemptuously, as if Yaoji's death did not touch him in any way.
"It seems that your words for destroying my Yaozong sub-rudder are true." The white-haired old man looked at Zhang Ziling above, "but do you think that by destroying my sub-rudder, you will be invincible in the world?"
"That sub-rudder is only the third-ranked sub-rudder of our medicine sect."
"Even if the number one sub-rudder can be destroyed alone, dozens of people in our medicine sect can do it!"
The white-haired old man danced wildly, looking at Zhang Ziling in the sky, his eyes became cold.
"The disciples listen to the order! Settle the sky and conquer this crazy demon!"
The Tiangang Formation is a big formation that the Medicine Sect robbed from another sect 300 years ago. At the beginning, the strength of the Medicine Sect was dozens of times stronger than that of that sect. However, it took Yaozong a whole day to conquer that sect. power.
Since Yaozong had owned the Tiangang formation, China rarely dared to provoke it.
The voice of the white-haired old man penetrated the entire medicine sect, and all the disciples became solemn, and each quickly found their own position. A huge array rose from the medicine sect, covering Zhang Ziling in.
The Tiangang formations are familiar to the disciples of Yaozong. Practicing the formation of Tiangang formations is their daily compulsory course!
"For a master of your level, I will use the Tiangang Formation to deal with you, which is to affirm your strength the most. You can die with peace of mind."
After speaking, the white-haired old man turned around indifferently and walked back to the hall.
"Leave him a sigh of relief, then put him in a water cell and wait for it to fall."
The voice of the white-haired old man echoed in Yaozong.
In the end, he didn't need to look at it anymore, because he knew that when the Tiangang burst out and gathered the power of his whole school disciples, the result was doomed.
Suddenly, the white-haired old man felt that the entire medicine sect began to vibrate, and the radiant Tiangang array suddenly became dim!
"What's the matter?" The white-haired old man turned his head in doubt, and then saw a scene he would never forget.
All the disciples of Yaozong who condense the Tiangang formation...
All floating in the air, bleeding in his eyes, the condensed Tiangang array was dyed red with blood, turning into energy to envelop Zhang Ziling.
"This kind of low-level formation and simple structure is really flawed." Zhang Ziling's ridicule came from the energy, "Gather the power of all the disciples to attack, isn't this giving me energy?"
"These powers can barely restore me to one ten thousandth of my strength, very good!"
Click!
The energy burst, and Zhang Ziling's tall and straight body slowly fell from the air and stepped on the cyan floor.
Gently tap your toes, and the red halo instantly swept across the whole family, and the body of the Yaozong disciple who had bleeding in both eyes melted!
Medicine...
Instantly stained red by blood!
Zhang Ziling stepped on the blood-stained bluestone, walked step by step to the white-haired old man, smiled and said to the white-haired old man: "Now, do you believe it?"