Eighteen souls appeared one by one, and the surrounding air was vibrating just by breathing, and at this moment, Qian Fuyun was even kneeling on the ground, his body trembling constantly.

Only a slightly immature figure seemed to have no scruples, turning over his palm and taking out a piece of Yantai and a piece of jade.

"Mole ant, you dare to despise us?" one of the souls was furious, "What about the real Dao Immortals? We have been suppressed for 1,220 years, how can you be contemptuous of this hairy child!"

"Arrogance!"

Before Mu Yang could speak, the Void Ancient Dragon in mid-air had already spoken.

The dragon's mouth opened and closed slightly, and the vast voice exploded like thunder, "Eighteen remnant souls, dare to be so presumptuous in front of the seniors?"

Taixu also secretly glanced at Mu Yang with his residual vision, as if he had a heart of dedication.

In its heart, if it can please Mu Yang at this time, I am afraid that it will be able to share some more souls in the future. After all, he was trapped in the soul nourishing stone in his sleep for an unknown number of years, and his soul was already very weak, although he was nourished by Mu Yang's chaotic power, he was still weak and pitiful, not to mention the strength of the demon pill stage at his peak.

This little bit of caution, Mu Yang naturally will not put it in his eyes.

He just smiled faintly, and slowly spit out a word: "Kill!"

Suddenly, the Taixu and the tyrant in the middle of the air were shocked down, and the first to do it was the impatient Taixu, who looked up to the sky and roared, and the body of the ancient dragon swooped down.

Like a goshawk hunting a rabbit, it grabbed the weapon of one of the spirits in an instant.

Under his dragon claws, the condensed aura exploded in an instant, turning into a vicious wind that swept in all directions.

The soul was shocked, and its eyes also completely exuded evil energy.

He actually abandoned the blade directly, and grabbed Taixu's ancient dragon claws fiercely with both hands, and actually wanted to fight Taixu in close combat.

Faced with the actions of this soul, he smiled too contemptuously.

Even if he is unbearable, he is also the dragon of the demon pill, and he has the bloodline of the Taixu Ancient Dragon, and he has the existence of divine consciousness, how can he be compared with such a mere soul?

"You're looking for death!"

Taixu just spit out four words, and in an instant, a pair of dragon claws burst out with a thousand powers, instantly pinching the soul's hands into powder, turning into soul power and scattering in the air.

The mouth of the Taixu Dragon was opened, and the soul power was directly swallowed by it directly into the mouth.

At the entrance of the soul power, the body of the void faintly grew to a hundred zhang long, and its eyes were even more excited.

"Death to Lao Tzu!"

It was too void to drink, it directly wrapped the dragon body around the soul that was more than a foot long, and in the slow entanglement, in an instant, the soul wailed, turning into a flood of soul power and dissipating.

Taixu opened his mouth directly and swallowed all the soul power into his stomach.

It was as if it had swallowed something of great tonic and had a comfortable and calm expression.

This is just the blink of an eye, it is the fall of a soul, and Qian Fuyun, who saw this scene, was already unable to express the horror in his heart.

And the tyrant on the side, although he started a little late, still did it.

It is a spirituality derived from the literati ink in the long years, although he is not good at killing and fighting, but he still has the temperament of the nine sons of the dragon, and still has his own means.

I saw that Baxia was like a small mountain, and the Tongtian Divine Monument on his back was suppressed downward.

In an instant, two of the evil spirits struggled to support under its terrifying body, and the weapons exploded in an instant, and even the body began to crack a little.

The fighting method of the overlord is very simple, simple and crude, it is a weight suppression, and there is no trace of skill at all.

On the other hand, after getting the benefit of the soul power of one soul, the whole person was eager to devour all the eighteen souls in just one bite.

He kept churning, winding, flicking his tail, and the dragon claws impacted, and with just one dragon, he forced the three souls in front of him to retreat, no matter how those souls attacked, but for the void of the Void Ancient Dragon Soul, the blade was just like tickling, and it was not in his eyes at all.

For a while, the eighteen souls that were menacing, monstrous, and vicious before were under the hands of this dragon and a dragon, as if they had no power to restrain the chicken, and they were only to the point of retreat.

Mu Yang watched quietly from the side, standing proudly.

This result was not unexpected, although these eighteen souls were extremely not weak, and each of them had the strength of a strong master who could fight. It's just that they chose the wrong enemy.

Needless to say, it is the soul of the Void Ancient Dragon that is truly comparable to that of a Jindan Stage Immortal Cultivator, who knows how to cultivate, although he is only a soul now, and he cannot control the Dao rules, but the means he has are still not comparable to these resentful souls.

On the other hand, although these souls have enough power, they do not have the means to control these powers and turn them into their own.

After all, more than a thousand years ago, they were just a group of ordinary soldiers or generals, what kind of strength could the soldiers and generals who could be exchanged by the Emperor of Qi with 5,000 casualties for 800,000 casualties have?

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a-stirring stick, the souls condensed by such a group of-stirring sticks, in addition to the strength and momentum displayed by the resentful qi, in terms of fighting, how can they be too weak opponents?

What's more, it is a tyrant, since the Warring States period, it has experienced the civil and military spirit of the people of Wentao and Wuluo, and it has preserved a trace of the inheritance of the dragon, after a long time, all the heroic righteousness of the tyrant himself is the death of the soul of this group of resentful spirits.

With such a result, it is not surprising that Muyang had already expected the problems in this mountain before, so he only came to check this top-level spiritual vein when he was defeated in the villa and recovered the Taixu Tyrant.

Mu Yang smiled, and suddenly, his expression moved slightly.

A strong wind suddenly came, and the jade pendant on his waist suddenly let out a sword roar, which suddenly split the strong wind.

Collapse!

The sound of colliding like metal rose in mid-air, and three souls broke away from the battle between the tyrant and the void, and came straight towards Muyang.

Obviously, they found that Mu Yang was the master of this dragon and a dragon, and only by killing Mu Yang could they reverse this defeat.

"He must be killed!"

One of them was riding a black horse, and the resentful aura condensed into a scarlet color attached to the body, and the eyes directly turned into a red soul roared.

"Do you want to capture the king first?"

Mu Yang smiled a little, "Although I have a bit of a brain, it's a pity...... You've chosen the wrong enemy!"

Mu Yang's eyes emitted a chaotic glow, and the pair of eyes that were full of smiles before gradually became indifferent and ruthless, and when he took a step forward, the Taichu Sword had already turned into a streamer of light and fell into his hand.

"I didn't want to do anything to you, just because...... You guys are rubbish!"

"Just disdain to do it to you, so let you be weak and deceive?"

Mu Yang smiled, the Taichu Sword in his hand was shocked, and in the next moment, Mu Yang's figure disappeared in place.

The whole person seemed to dissipate between heaven and earth, silently, and when he reappeared, he was already behind the three resentful spirits.

On the Taichu Sword, that faint trace of the emperor's thought has been returned to his mind.

Mu Yang stood with his sword in his hand, and the next moment, the three souls behind him suddenly split into two, and they turned into soul power in the sky with a bang.

"What...... What?"

Qian Fuyun even screamed, he had recognized it as a dragon spirit and one of the nine sons of the dragon who was overpowered, but even if it was a dragon and a dragon and two spirits crushing the resentment before, this scene did not make him feel shocked.

With just one sword, in an instant, he killed the three resentful beings in seconds?

Who the hell is this little guy? Is it a monster?

Qian Fuyun couldn't imagine that he couldn't stop the resentment of a halberd with all his strength, and this young man actually killed three of them with one sword!

Is it possible that he is a living immortal?

Except for the real land immortals, who else can have such magical powers?

Qian Fuyun's eyes were dull, and layers of cold sweat began to secrete on his forehead, looking at the resentments who were gradually suppressed and their soul bodies were shattered, it was less than ten minutes, and the eighteen resentments that he thought were unmatched by the entire Huaxia Daoist Realm Grandmaster completely disappeared in this Tianshan Mountain.

Turned into a flood of soul power, and was devoured by a dragon and a dragon in the sky.

After devouring these eighteen resentments, Qian Fuyun found that the body of the dragon and the dragon was almost doubled, and its body seemed to be more condensed.

And in his eyes, the bastard who once thought he was breaking the seal was still standing proudly, but the previous immature figure has now become immortal, as if he has changed to a different person, as if he is a living immortal.

Mu Yang's face was calm and indifferent, as if the complete dissipation of these eighteen souls was not enough to make his heart ripple at all, he just looked at the sky-piercing resentment, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he was about to throw the Taichu Sword into the air.

With both hands pinching, there seemed to be some incomprehensible language in his mouth, and in an instant, the Primal Sword rotated at high speed in mid-air, like a whirlwind reversing, forming a huge whirlpool, and the extremely dense resentful aura in the sky was constantly devoured by the Primal Sword Spirit, and the center of the sword body, which was as black as ink, gradually transformed into a scarlet color like a bright star.

The sword spirit comes out of the sword, and the spirit is devoured!

Taixu let out a low groan, and his body continued to shrink, lingering around Mu Yang's body, as if he was doing nothing, and his subordinates also turned into a small turtle with a monument and quietly prostrate on Mu Yang's shoulder.

Qian Fuyun looked at this scene, as if he felt that he was not facing a person, but the immortal emperor who descended the dragon and controlled the dragon and stepped on the Xuanwu.

He really couldn't describe the immortal young figure in front of him, and he was silent for half a quarter of an hour before a sentence appeared in Qian Fuyun's heart.

This is the immortal descending to earth!