The strength of these people is not weak, but they are not Lei Huojiao's opponents, so naturally they can't bring much trouble to Li Muyang.

Li Muyang stood at the top of the peak, because his spiritual sense was unbearable, he had to concentrate on it, look around vigilantly, and pay attention to the direction of Jiangcheng from time to time, making sure that there were no other monks chasing him out, so he was relieved.

He didn't care about the existence of An Santong at all, which made An Santong, who regarded Li Muyang as a lamb to be slaughtered, very annoyed.

An Santong stopped talking, and urged the mana to sacrifice the flying fork with yellow light flashing in his hand, and the electric light flew like a meteor to stab Li Muyang.

Fighting alone, even Xia Ruohui, a genius disciple of the Holy Sword Sect's peak cultivation of the Zhuyuan Realm, was not Li Muyang's opponent, only An Santong, who was cultivated in the late stage of the Zhuyuan Realm, was even worse.

What's more, An Santong didn't take Li Muyang in his eyes at all, neither propped up the protective light shield to protect himself, nor did he go all out to urge the flying fork, committing the taboo of underestimating the enemy.

Li Muyang only moved quietly and lightly to the side for less than a zhang, and easily avoided An Santong's flying fork.

He moved too fast, and his standing posture did not change at all, which made An Santong in a trance for a while, and even doubted his own eyes.

Could it be that he was wrong just now?

On the other side, a thought also flashed in Li Muyang's heart, why is this person's strength so weak?

With such doubts, Li Muyang's eyes flashed with golden light, and two thin needles as thin as cow's hair flashed.

"Ahh

An Santong screamed miserably, fell off the flying boat with his head, and fell under the mountain peak.

He didn't understand what the attack was on, he just felt a splitting headache and his body was no longer under his control.

Li Muyang couldn't help but shake his head slightly, this person's cultivation in the late stage of the Yuan Realm was too far behind the strength of the genius disciples of the Holy Sword Sect.

It's just that the guy who only has this kind of strength is still arrogant, and he really doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

If he can't get rid of the pain of his splitting headache in time and fall down the mountain, he will probably fall half to death!

"Hey, hey, hey!"

The strongest black-clothed man who was following the magic mountain ring suddenly let out a strange laugh, and with a wave of his hand, a long black rope was thrown out.

The black long rope went down from the top of the flying boat, and the last hair came first, wrapping around An Santong's huddled body, and shaking it casually.

An Santong reappeared on his own flying boat hovering in the sky.

The man in black was tall and thin, and his state made Li Muyang feel strange from the moment he appeared.

His aura was very powerful, but it was far inferior to the Jindan Realm monks that Gongsun Jie and other Li Muyang had seen, but it was far more terrifying than the aura of the peak cultivators of the Zhuyuan Realm that Li Muyang had ever seen.

The strength he showed with this shot suddenly made Li Muyang feel a sudden feeling, and a relatively embarrassing realm between the Zhuyuan Realm and the Jindan Realm "Fake Dan Realm" suddenly appeared in his mind.

Fake Dan Realm, that is a very embarrassing realm that has cultivated to the peak of the Zhuyuan Realm, but has not succeeded in attacking the Jindan Realm.

The Yuan Qi Pool turned into a rudimentary form of Jindan with uneven surfaces, but it did not attract the baptism of thunder tribulation, and it was unable to officially advance to the Jindan Realm, its life span was extended, and its strength was improved, but it could not be compared with the real Jindan Realm monks.

However, the strength of the Fake Dan Realm is far from being comparable to the monks of the Zhuyuan Realm, even if they are monks at the peak of the Zhuyuan Realm, such as His Royal Highness the Third Prince or Li Muting, they are by no means opponents.

The big eyes of the magic mountain blinked, a baby fat baby face, looking disgusted and happy, harmless to people and animals, but completely ignoring An Santong, who had just asked her to fight for his life and almost died tragically.

Her eyes were still focused on Li Muyang, and she said with a giggle: "Li Daoyou, I didn't expect that you are actually a spiritual cultivator, and your cultivation is not bad." ”

"That's it, as long as you follow me obediently, I can let you go, and I can also give your cultivation a chance to improve by leaps and bounds!"

Li Muyang smiled indifferently, as if he said casually: "Demon Mountain girl, do you want my son to worship in the Demon Mountain Sect and fail to cultivate the Demon Mountain Soul Devouring Technique?"

Demon Mountain Huanhuan would never have thought that Li Muyang probably knew more about the Demon Mountain than her, even if the memory of the Demon Mountain and the Sea was broken, he was the chief disciple of the Demon Mountain Sect Master Demon Mountain tomorrow.

Probably the person who knows the secrets of the Demon Mountain Sect the most except for the Magic Mountain Tomorrow, and although Li Muyangrong only has a part of the memory of the Magic Mountain and the Sea, he is no stranger to the Magic Mountain.

"Who the hell are you? Where did you know about my Demon Mountain Sect's Zhen Sect exercises?" Disclosing the Demon Mountain Sect in public was a taboo for the Demon Mountain Huanhuanhuan, and she was about to attack immediately.

Li Muyang's hand pressed on the spirit beast bag, and said lightly: "Demon Mountain girl, as long as you follow me obediently, I will definitely answer your questions, how about it?"

Demon Mountain Huanhuan no longer has the patience to entangle with Li Muyang, the news of the existence of the Demon Mountain Sect must be blocked, once it is leaked, whether it is the Holy Sword Sect or the Taiqing Dao Sect, it can easily destroy the Demon Mountain Sect.

Her pretty face sank, and her baby's fat face was a little sagging, and she waved her hand and said, "Kill him!"

Of her four subordinates, except for An Santong, who was a little cowering, the other three immediately urged the flying boat forward, condescendingly, and each used his own means to hit Li Muyang.

In particular, the Fake Dan Realm cultivator urged a blood-red long knife in his hand, stepped on the flying boat, and leaped up, his body shining with red light.

The long knife instantly increased several times, swallowing blood-red knives that were several zhang long, falling from the sky, locking the space where Li Muyang was located, and slashing it with one sword.

Li Muyang immediately felt that he couldn't breathe, as if he was being poured in cement, and even moving his fingers felt very difficult.

In the face of the Fake Dan Realm monk's lore sword, Li Muyang was still calm and light at this time, and he urged the mana unhurriedly, and the hand that pressed on the spirit beast bag poured out mana, opening the mouth of the spirit beast bag.

"Whew!"

The Thunder Fire Jiao roared out, instantly unlocking the opportunity of the Fake Dan Realm cultivator, and the dragon's mouth erupted with dazzling thunder light, facing the blood-red sword.

Immediately, Li Muyang's palm flipped, the Huangquan staff was in his hand, and he urged his spiritual power with all his strength, and the Soul Needle shot out continuously, hitting the other two.

The situation was reversed in an instant, although the Fake Dan Realm cultivator was strong, he was only a Fake Dan Realm after all, and he was not the opponent of Thunder Huojiao who had the initial strength of the Golden Dan Realm at all.

The blood-red knife was torn to pieces by the dazzling thunder, and even the blood-red long knife in his hand almost flew out of his hand.

The tall and thin black-clothed man was horrified in his heart, holding a long knife in his hand, biting the tip of his tongue, spurting out a mouthful of essence blood and spraying it on the long knife.

The blood-red long knife seemed to be alive, and it squirmed slightly, and then sucked the bright red blood into the blade.

Immediately, the tall and thin man in black held the knife in both hands, and the blood-red long knife blade rose again, and a blood-red cloud was formed around the knife, and the momentum soared.

However, the skin of the tall and thin man in black quickly dried up, as if he had lost a lot of blood all at once.

"Slash!"

The tall and thin man in black let out an earth-shattering roar, his body completely disappeared into the red cloud, and the sword slashed through the sky and slashed towards the Thunder Fire Jiao.

The False Dan Realm cultivator used the secret technique of burning blood and life, supplemented by the power of the magic weapon, the blood-red strange long knife actually temporarily resisted the Thunder Fire Jiao.

The thunder is shining, the flames are burning the sky, the red clouds are rolling, the sword is broken, one person and one Jiao, the killing is difficult to solve, and the momentum is amazing.

This place is still too close to Jiangcheng, Li Muyang's eyebrows are slightly furrowed, his body seems to be melting into the breeze and flying in the sky, the light of the Huangquan staff flashes, and a suffocating and desperate spiritual pressure is released.

"Soul Slayer Thorn!"

Li Muyang drank softly in a low voice, the pale golden light of the Huangquan Staff in his hand became brighter, and a golden light shot out and disappeared in a flash.

"Ahh

One of the two Zhuyuan Realm cultivators who had just delayed the attack because of the sudden appearance of the Thunder Fire Jiao let out a terrible scream and fell limply on the flying boat, without a sound.

The other monk was startled, his face showed a hideous and ruthless color, he roared, and urged the mana with all his strength, and the seven flying knives had already trapped Li Muyang in the middle, and he was about to retract.

At this time, the light was even brighter, and the momentum soared, and the net was closed, and from all directions, Li Muyang was in the middle.

Li Muyang's tall body flew out of the siege of the seven flying knives in a dashing and elegant manner, and the Huangquan Staff in his hand was raised, and he was about to cast a frightening needle to subdue the monk.

"Ringing ringing!"

A pleasant bell rang, and two strings of golden bells flashed with golden light and flew in the distance.

Li Muyang's heart shook, and there was a trance in his mind, and the frightening needle that was about to be played trembled slightly, and there was a tendency for his spiritual power to loosen.

The magic mountain ring no longer dared to hold it up, stayed on the side to watch the battle, urged the flying boat, two fleshy, white and tender little hands danced up and down in front of him, controlling the "soul bell" and attacking Li Muyang.

An Santong's body trembled slightly, his face gradually became hideous, and he suddenly roared, urging the flying fork, stepping on the flying boat, and attacking Li Muyang.

And the seven flying knives controlled by another Zhuyuan Realm cultivator also attacked again.

For a while, Li Muyang was attacked by the enemy on his back, and the situation was very dangerous.

The golden light flashed under Li Muyang's eyes, and two frightening needles flew out, no matter what the power was, his body fell suddenly, and he instantly broke away from the encirclement of the three of them.

With his current spiritual power cultivation, casting the Spiritual Wind Nine Escapes for a long time consumes a lot of spiritual power, but correspondingly, his speed is also beyond the speed of the Zhuyuan Realm cultivators who control the flying boat.

Breaking away from the encirclement, the Huangquan Staff in Li Muyang's hand immediately lit up again, and the Soul Needle was shot again.

This time it was a little far away from the soul bell, and after the power increase of the Huangquan staff, An Santong, who was closest to him, screamed again, hugged his head, and fell off the flying boat.

The Magic Mountain Ring Flower was discolored, and he lost two of his subordinates one after another, and the tall and thin black-clothed monk who was fighting the Thunder Fire Jiao alone was already left and right, and there was no excess essence blood to burn, and defeat was just around the corner.

She bit her red lip, glared at Li Muyang viciously, took back the soul bell, turned the flying boat, urged with all her might, and shouted "Go!"

Immediately, she turned into a faster speed than when she came, and sped towards Jiangcheng.

Li Muyang led them over, originally just wanted to capture one or two people and ask about the situation of Shanhailou and Magic Mountain Huanhuan.

Ever since he saw the Demon Mountain Huanhuan, his goal was to capture the Demon Mountain Huanhuan and see if he could help him solve the problem of pitch-black spiritual power.

At this time, seeing that the Demon Mountain Huanhuan suffered a slight defeat, he fled in the wilderness, and couldn't help but be a little speechless, and hurriedly roared, ordering Lei Huojiao to deal with the remaining two monks, and he himself turned into a streamer and chased behind the Demon Mountain Huanhuan.

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