Siheyuan: Sap is the last word

"Perhaps, adventurers, you are about to embark on an extraordinary adventure." Alvin stopped playing the piano and stared at the mountains and rivers in the distance.

The sound of Alvin's piano gradually dissipated, and He Yudong and Zhang Xiyi continued to walk through the valley. They followed the mountain path and came to an ancient stone formation. The stone formations are carved with mysterious symbols that seem to carry ancient rituals.

Suddenly, a priest wearing a feather cloak came out, his eyes were deep and mysterious. "Welcome to the sacred stone circle, adventurers. I am Aria, one of the guardians here."

He Yudong and Zhang Xi greeted Aria, and she said with a smile: "This stone array inherits the wisdom of our ancestors and is the link between the valley and nature. Here, you can feel the ancient mysterious power."

Aria invited them to join an ancient ceremony, and they participated in sacred rituals under the leadership of the priest. Melodious chanting came from the stone formation, as if calling for the power of nature. He Yudong and Zhang Xiyi were filled with piety and awe, as if they were communicating with mysterious power.

After the festival, Aria looked at the two of them: "Have your hearts felt the power contained in this valley?"

He Yudong and Zhang Xi looked at each other and smiled, and their hearts seemed to be touched. "Yes, this valley is full of mystery and power. We feel the rhythm of life and the miracle of nature."

Aria nodded, a mysterious light shining in her eyes. "Your adventure will continue, and may you remain in awe on the unknown road. The power in the valley will always be with you."

After practicing alone in a secret room for several months, He Yudong realized the secret of Nine Suns Magic. His martial arts improved by leaps and bounds, and his strength increased steadily.

When he walked out of the secret room, Jinyang Castle was in a mess. He Yudong was determined to save the sect from danger, and he started a fierce confrontation with the enemy on his own.

In the series of fights, He Yudong used the amazing power of Nine Yang Magic to defeat powerful opponents, but he gradually felt the tremendous pressure of Nine Yang Magic on his body and mind.

The leader of the enemy is another legendary figure in the martial arts world, known as the "Sword Demon". He and He Yudong launched an earth-shattering life-and-death showdown. The two people's moves intertwined, the sword lights and palm shadows intertwined, and the scene was extremely intense.

The Sword Demon is the top master in the martial arts world. Faced with his strong pressure, He Yudong's Nine Yang Magic seems to have gradually lost control. He struggled fiercely in his heart and struggled to maintain his sanity.

At the most intense moment of the martial arts battle, a mysterious power seemed to burst out from He Yudong. The power of the Nine Yang Magic seemed to have found a balance, and his moves gradually contained the perfect combination of softness and fierceness.

The duel between He Yudong and the Sword Demon is like the collision of fire and storm. Every move on the battlefield is a matter of life and death. He Yudong's heart was filled with turmoil, and he felt the power brought by the Nine Yang Divine Art constantly surging through his body, as if it was about to tear him in half.

"He Yudong, you'd better just surrender. You can no longer control that power." The sword demon's voice was cold and ruthless, but there was also a hint of anxiety and warning in it.

He Yudong was not afraid. He exuded a fiery aura, but there was a trace of contradiction and uneasiness in his eyes. "I can't just give up. The safety of Jinyang Castle is at this moment. I must fight to the end!" He whispered as if talking to himself.

When the sword demon saw this, he frowned slightly. He knew that He Yudong had been controlled by the Nine Yang Divine Art, but he couldn't bear to watch this young man go to destruction. He lowered the tip of the sword and tried to persuade his opponent with a gentle tone: "He Yudong, you are a young man with extraordinary talents. You should not be addicted to this powerful force. You still have time to put down this technique."

But He Yudong's eyes became more determined, and he was unwilling to give up easily. "I can't live up to the expectations of Jinyang Castle, I will use this power to protect it!" His voice was full of persistence and determination.

The conversation between the two was so deadlocked, but the battle continued to escalate. He Yudong's moves became more and more violent. He continued to release the power of Nine Yang Magic, and his attacks were extremely fierce. The sword demon neutralized every attack and tried not to hurt the opponent.

The sword demon looked deeply at He Yudong, with a trace of sympathy and helplessness flashing in his eyes. He understood the inner struggle of the young man, but he also knew that he could not let the Nine Yang Divine Art continue to get out of control, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

During the fierce battle, He Yudong felt the power of the Nine Yang Divine Art in his body constantly fluctuating, and his thoughts began to become confused. He tried his best to suppress the fear and struggle in his heart, and tried hard to find a way to control this power.

"I can't lose!" He Yudong's heart was filled with a sense of responsibility for Jinyang Castle, his master, and the martial arts world. He tried to regulate his breathing, trying to find a glimmer of hope in the chaos.

Seeing the plight of the young man in front of him, the sword demon couldn't help but feel a little distressed in his heart. He stopped attacking and just watched He Yudong quietly, hoping that he could break through the dilemma in his heart.

The chaos and struggle in He Yudong's heart seemed to have reached its limit. The power of Nine Yang Magic surged in his body, making him feel helpless. His body was like a tree in a storm, constantly swaying, trying to find balance.

"I...I can't control it!" He Yudong shouted at the top of his lungs, with beads of sweat oozing out from his forehead, his eyes full of despair and helplessness. He struggled, but couldn't stop the violent output brought by the Nine Yang Divine Art.

The sword demon looked at the scene in front of him and felt a pain in his heart. He was well aware of He Yudong's despair at this moment, and he also knew the terrifying nature of the Nine Yang Magic. He took a step forward and his voice came out calmly: "He Yudong, let go of your inner anxiety. You are the master of power, not its slave."

However, He Yudong has been trapped by the storm of power and can no longer break free easily. "No, I am not the master of power, I can no longer control it!" His voice was full of despair and helplessness, and he felt that his body was gradually losing control, as if it was about to escape his control.

The sword demon stared at He Yudong silently, but deep worries surged in his heart. He realized that the young man in front of him had fallen into extreme danger, like a devil, from which he could not easily escape.

"No!" He Yudong suddenly let out a low roar, and his whole body emitted a dazzling golden light. At this moment, he seemed to have found some strange balance. The violent power brought by the Nine Yang Divine Art gradually subsided and was replaced by a new power containing tenacity and gentleness.

The sword demon raised his head in surprise. The He Yudong in front of him was no longer the violent and unruly young man before. He exuded an inexplicable aura, powerful yet peaceful.

He Yudong's face was calm, and he had found a wonderful balance in his heart again. He seemed to have touched the mystery of some kind of martial arts. Although the Nine Yang Divine Art was powerful, he seemed to have found a way to control it.

As the two looked at each other, a trace of relief flashed in Jian Mo's eyes. He knew that He Yudong was out of danger at this moment. And He Yudong's eyes revealed a new kind of confidence and determination.

The sword demon was silent for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his face. He knew that He Yudong had finally mastered the violent power of Nine Yang Divine Art, and the worries in his heart gradually dissipated. However, there was a hint of worry on his brow.

"You have finally found balance, He Yudong. But this is not the end. The power of Nine Yang Divine Art is turbulent and complex. You must continue to explore and understand. Otherwise, this balance will collapse at any time, destroying you and everything around you. ." The Sword Demon's tone was full of warnings for the future.

He Yudong stared at his palm in silence, feeling the surge of new power. He knew in his heart that what the sword demon said was true. If this power could not be fully controlled, it might become his nightmare.

The embers of the battlefield still drifted, but a strange silence fell over the area. Both Jian Mo and He Yudong were lost in thought, each looking for the next path.

At this moment, a strange poisonous mist rose quietly and emerged from the ground. This poisonous mist is extremely corrosive and spreads quickly, making it difficult for people to escape. It does not seem to come from human hands, but the release of some ancient power deep in the earth.

Jian Mo and He Yudong immediately realized the seriousness of the danger. They stood side by side, using their internal strength to resist the invasion of this poisonous mist. He Yudong felt the corrosive power of the poisonous gas and was secretly surprised. The horror of this poisonous gas was far beyond anything he had ever seen.

"This poisonous gas is coming fiercely, we must find a way to stop its spread!" The sword demon said seriously, determination to fight flashed in his eyes.

He Yudong nodded, determined. He knew that the poisonous fog in front of him was a greater test and his responsibility to save Jinyang Castle. The two cooperated tacitly, mobilizing their own internal strength to try to withstand this unexpected crisis.

At the critical moment, He Yudong felt that the power brought by the Nine Yang Magic was no longer confrontation, but a mysterious help. He seems to have found a way to purify the poisonous gas, but it requires deeper understanding and inner balance.

The sword demon exuded a powerful aura all over his body, trying to use his own power to form a barrier to block the poisonous gas. He knew that this crisis required the joint efforts of two people to hope to withstand it.

On the battlefield, the poisonous mist is like an invisible claw, trying to swallow up everything. The sword demon and He Yudong fought with all their strength, and their internal forces combined with the air to form a barrier, trying to prevent the spread of poisonous gas.

However, both Jian Mo and He Yudong felt a strange aura. A faint light emerged from the poisonous mist, and a white flower suddenly appeared in front of them. Its petals were like a snow-white lotus, emitting a mysterious and pure light.

"This is..." Sword Demon's voice trembled slightly, and a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling arose in his heart. The white lotus is entangled in the poisonous mist, releasing a fresh and pure breath.