Immediately afterwards, a white figure descended from the sky and landed beside Ye Xingchen.
As soon as the figure landed, a chilling aura wafted over, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop by more than ten degrees in an instant.
Even someone as strong as Ye Xingchen couldn't help but furrow his brows slightly when faced with this chilling aura.
He knew that this was the result of long-term practice of evil arts and the resulting yin energy. If he was not mistaken, the person in front of him was one of the Three Heroes of Yin Mountain.
"Who are you? Mind your own business." The newcomer's face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, as if he were wearing a blank sheet of paper.
He was none other than Yin Laosan, one of the Three Heroes of Yinshan. He practiced evil arts and his strength had reached the Dark Night Realm. According to the classification of martial arts, he was at least at the peak of the Heaven Realm.
Moreover, evil arts are different from martial arts; their methods are endless, and martial arts practitioners are actually at a disadvantage when they face such practitioners.
"Judging from your methods, you must be a descendant of the Yinshan lineage, right?" Ye Xingchen stared at Yin Laosan: "I wonder which of the three heroes of Yinshan you is, releasing Gu snakes and raising demon corpses in the school. Aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"
"Hey, kid, you know quite a lot." Yin Laosan stared at Ye Xingchen. He was impulsive and not very bright. "That's right, I'm the third of the Three Heroes of Yinshan. Do you think you have the right to tell us what to do?"
"As expected, it's Yinshan's method." Ye Xingchen nodded slightly: "Evil and heretical people should be killed by everyone. You dare to come to Yanjing to cause trouble. You have a lot of guts."
"Haha, we, the Three Heroes of Yinshan, can go wherever we want. Who in the world can stop us?" Yin Laosan laughed arrogantly. He stretched out his right hand, and an iron claw appeared in his hand. "But you, you're about to die. I don't even know your name. Why don't you introduce yourself?"
"You three brothers rarely leave Yin Mountain, after all, that place is a truly yin place," Ye Xingchen said with a smile. "The reason you left Yin Mountain is to avenge the Zhou family who perished, right?"
"You know too much. Who exactly are you?" Yin Laosan frowned.
Indeed, the Zhou family, a family steeped in metaphysics, is actually rooted in the same lineage as their ancestor.
Now that the Zhou family has been wiped out, the three of them have lost their foothold in the secular world. This time, the three of them came out of seclusion for two reasons: first, to avenge the Zhou family, and second, to find a new foothold in the secular world.
Unexpectedly, this kid they had never met before revealed their purpose in just a few words. Just who is this kid?
"You don't even recognize me?" Ye Xingchen's smile gradually widened. "I am the Ye Xingchen you are looking for. You three brothers released the artifact spirit just to test my strength, didn't you?"
"You are Ye Xingchen?" Yin Laosan's expression became incredibly interesting.
He then sneered, "I really didn't recognize you just now. So you're Ye Xingchen. Heh, we came down from the mountain to kill you, but our brother told us not to make any rash moves."
"Now that you've shown yourself today, I won't bother with all that trouble. I'll just kill you directly."
"You should listen to your older brother, Boss Yin, more." Ye Xingchen looked at Boss Yin, who wasn't very bright, with some sympathy: "After all, he's older and has experienced more."
"Enough with the nonsense. My brother is treating you so cautiously, you must have some tricks up your sleeve, right? Let me test your skills." Yin Laosan sneered, and with a flick of his right hand, the iron claw in his hand was deeply embedded in the ground.
He then reached into his person and pulled out a three-meter-long banner, which he then casually unfurled with a wave of his hand.
Suddenly, a cold wind arose.
Yin Laosan wasn't very tall, but his weapon, the Netherworld Claw, was over two meters long and had a thumb-thick iron chain attached to it. This thing probably weighed several dozen kilograms, and a normal person couldn't carry it.
But this guy casually took out a large flag, the flagpole alone was three meters long. Of course he didn't know magic, so there was only one possibility: he had a magical artifact like a mustard seed or a Sumeru.
"The Soul-Summoning Demon Banner?" Ye Xingchen looked at the banner and saw six skulls formed from black energy rush out, baring their fangs and claws at him.
“Kid, you’ve got some knowledge. That’s right, this is the Soul-Summoning Demon Banner.” Yin Laosan laughed smugly. “I used my blood to consecrate this banner in the most Yin place of Yin Mountain. Of the nine souls in the banner, six have already been nurtured. Now I’m going to drain you dry.”
"Then let's give it a try." Ye Xingchen sneered, rushing forward and thrusting out the Crimson Sky Sword with his right hand.
The Soul-Summoning Demon Flag is an object of Yin and evil, and can also be considered a magic artifact. What's more, when this thing is stuck in the ground, it will form a small evil array within a radius of a hundred feet.
With a hiss, the six black skulls scattered and rushed towards Ye Xingchen.
A chilling wind swept through the flag formation, startling the birds and beasts around it.
Ye Xingchen's Chixiao sword trembled, radiating light in all directions; it was none other than the Three Demon-Slaying Forms from the Supreme Jade Purity Dao Scripture.
With a single swing of the sword, its light swirled, and the pure and powerful demon-slaying aura emanated outwards, causing the six menacing skulls to scatter and flee.
"Useless thing, get him!" Yin Laosan was furious. He didn't use his Soul Fiend lightly, and now he was being forced to retreat step by step right from the start, which made him lose face. He gritted his teeth, urged the Soul Fiend in his hand, and flew towards Ye Xingchen.
The six skeletons were helpless. They were originally extremely afraid of the sword light in Ye Xingchen's hand, but with Yin Laosan pressing them from behind, they had no choice but to keep circling around Ye Xingchen and wearing him down.
However, Ye Xingchen grew stronger with each battle, advancing three feet forward with a few sword strikes.
Yin Laosan suddenly became anxious. If Ye Xingchen really got close, he wouldn't be able to fight back.
Those who practice evil arts are good at long-range attacks, but Ye Xingchen is a martial artist. Once he gets close, will he still be alive?
He then reached out and cut his palm, smeared it on the chessboard, and with a whoosh, a wisp of yin fire ignited on the chessboard.
The six skulls' sunken eyes suddenly glowed with eerie ghostly fire. With the power of the ghostly fire, these creatures howled and attacked Ye Xingchen.
"That was just a warm-up. Now I'm going to get serious." Ye Xingchen sneered, and the Crimson Sky Sword in his hand burst forth with light, instantly enveloping the six skulls.
With a scream, three of the six skulls were reduced to ashes by the powerful sword energy. The remaining three turned back desperately and disappeared into the demonic flag, never daring to show themselves again.
Crack! Several cracks appeared on the flagpole of the fluttering flag.
"Ye Xingchen, you broke my Demon Banner, I'm not finished with you!" Yin Laosan was both shocked and furious. This was a magical artifact that he had painstakingly refined, and Ye Xingchen had broken it in a single move.
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