"You..."

Looking at the young man in white who slowly walked out in the thunder light, Weng Wenqing and Jiang Shen were directly stunned.

Around the white-clothed young man, black ashes flew into the air one after another, rising into gray powder, which was the only thing left behind by the hundreds of monks who were directly shattered by the thunder.

"You're the king?"

Jiang Shen obviously didn't expect that this royal disciple would be treated as the face of tens of thousands of monks, staying in this Yang Mansion, not moving a single step, the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat, and he held back for a long time before he squeezed out such a sentence.

In the sky, tens of thousands of people looked at the appearance of the young man in white, and their faces were a little ugly.

They didn't understand why the man who was obviously standing there was just the same as him, or even inferior to him, in the Jindan period, so why did he feel so frightened?

Wang Tu didn't speak, just bowed his head slightly, and looked at the tens of thousands of people in the air who were gradually surrounding him, but their bodies were trembling slightly, and his face was calm.

Opening his mouth, Wang Tu said with a faint smile.

"Aren't you trying to kill me? Why, scared?"

"Presumptuous!" Weng Wenqing heard this, two green tendons instantly burst out on his face, and the soles of his feet turned into a light shuttle, and he rushed towards the king's disciples!

"Old man Weng, wait a minute, be careful of deception!" When Jiang Shen opened his mouth to remind, Weng Wenqing had already come to the front of Wang Tu, and above his right hand, one after another poisonous methods converged and slapped towards Wang Tu's chest!

"Die!"

He, Weng Wenqing, was the ninety-ninth poison king on the list of human kings, how could he endure a waste of the Jindan period to humiliate himself so much?

"Boom!"

Purple poisonous gas burst out from Weng Wenqing's palm, and the explosion sounded, and above the ground, within a radius of several kilometers, all of them were covered by that poisonous gas!

In the nearby meadows, vegetation, weeds, and even trees tens of meters tall all turned yellow in an instant, and then turned to charred black, and then withered.

And the figure of the king disciple was also submerged in the poisonous gas, and there was no trace of him, and no matter who looked at him, he was too dead to die.

"Hmph. Weng Wenqing snorted coldly and said disdainfully.

"Jin Dan Dacheng, to deal with a waste like you, using the weakest poison Hua palm in my poison method, it is enough!"

At this moment, in the poisonous mist, a palm glowing with white jade luster suddenly appeared, and slapped on Weng Wenqing's chest.

"Bang!"

Receiving this palm, Weng Wenqing only felt that his aura was about to be shattered, and the whole person snorted, and actually retreated a few hundred meters from the position of the Yang Mansion!

At the position of the throat, a heavy nausea mixed with salty taste constantly stimulated Weng Wenqing's throat, and finally he couldn't bear it, Weng Wenqing's face turned pale, he coughed violently, and a mouthful of black and red squirted out from the corner of his mouth!

"Ahem!"

Seeing this scene, including Jiang Shen, the tens of thousands of monks in the sky were as if they had been subjected to a heavy hammer, their faces were pale and sluggish, like clay sculptures!

"How is this possible!" With a look of disbelief in his eyes, Jiang Shen lowered his head and looked at the young man in white who was slowly walking out of the poisonous mist, and said in horror.

If the news is not wrong, this white-clothed young man is at most a Jindan Dacheng's cultivation, but that Weng Wenqing is a distraction period monk above the Yuan Infant Stage!

This is completely beyond Jiang Shen's cognition!

But when he narrowed his eyes and his divine sense swept over the body of the king disciple, he was even more stunned.

I saw that in the body of the king disciple, the meridians were as hard as steel, and the rich aura of the Dao Dao was like a river, flowing in the body.

Where is this Jindan Dacheng monk, this outsider in front of him called Wang Disciple, his strength is basically the Yuan Infant Stage!

"What the hell have you done?" Jiang Shen's face became more and more ugly, and he asked.

In his opinion, this cultivation speed is definitely not something that normal people can have, and the man in front of him must have used some means to forcibly improve his cultivation.

"Nothing. Wang Tu smiled indifferently and said with a relaxed expression.

What Jiang Shen and Weng Wenqing didn't know was that for the cultivation of this Yuan Infant Period, Wang Tu almost paid the price of his life.

......

Two hours ago, Yang House.

"Why, why are the teleportation circles failing!" Yang Yan shouted in despair as she raised her hand and kept playing out one teleportation circle after another.

But just like the original teleportation circle, the circle only appeared for a few seconds before it cracked through the middle and shattered!

And Wang Tu opened his mouth, his blue eyes condensed slightly, and said slowly.

"This Saturn has been sealed by Yang Yun with the ice method, and unless the ice method is broken, we will not be able to go anywhere. ”

Hearing Wang Tu say this, Yang Yan only had despair left in her heart.

"It's not over yet. ”

Wang Tu stretched out his hand and rubbed Yang Yan's head as he spoke.

Yang Yan just shook her head.

"You don't know at all, how many people will come later, that's hundreds of sects, tens of thousands of people, how can we be their opponents. ”

"Yes. Wang Tu nodded, his expression firm.

"You forgot what else is in me?"

"You mean the best spiritual liquid?" Yang Yan reacted quickly and immediately replied.

"Not bad. After Wang Tu finished speaking, he directly stretched out his hand and hugged Yang Yan, and an aura rose from the soles of his feet, which instantly appeared in the basement of the Yang Mansion.

"Yikes!"

Ignoring Yang Yan, who exclaimed in surprise, Wang Tu sat cross-legged on the ground directly, his eyes closed.

He knew very well that with the strength of the Jindan period, it was almost impossible to break through.

The only hope is that he can absorb all the top-grade spiritual liquid in the white jade Nine Dragon Cup in his body before the other party arrives!

Fine beads of sweat slowly appeared on his forehead, and Wang Tu raised his hand, and one after another cultivation techniques slowly emerged from all around his body, shining with Dao Dao white light in the air, and all the shackles that imprisoned the meridians in Wang Tu's body and sealed the spiritual liquid were all opened!

In an instant, a surging strange feeling instantly poured into the corners of his body, and the powerful power generated by tens of thousands of drops of the best spiritual liquid all penetrated into the body of the king disciple.

Even the king disciple couldn't help but snort, and at the corner of his mouth, a line of blood slowly flowed out.

"It is worthy of being the best spiritual liquid refined by the White Jade Nine Dragon Cup, and it is really domineering. Opening his mouth, Wang Tu said slowly.

"However, no matter how domineering you are today, I want you to surrender to me!"

......

"Boom!"

The sound of tremors sounded, and in the sky, wails rang out one after another, and in the crimson sword light, the body of a famous monk was cut into several pieces.

"What are you doing, the other party is just one person, stop him!" Jiang Shen's face was gloomy and he kept shouting.

But no matter what Jiang Shen ordered, the tens of thousands of people were all frozen in the air like clay sculptures, like straw, just quietly waiting to be harvested by the king's disciples.

In just a few tens of seconds, those tens of thousands of monks had already suffered thousands of casualties, but they couldn't even capture the figure of the king's disciple!

At this moment, tens of millions of kilometers away from Sashen, in the center of the Immortal Galaxy, Yang Yun sat on the stone chair, looking at the projection, Wang Tu was constantly killing his own sects, and his face became more and more gloomy.

"Lord Yang Yun, what is the origin of this man called Wang Tu?" beside her, the good-looking woman opened her mouth and asked in a daze.

"Tsk, what a bunch of shit. Yang Yun opened his mouth, and the two hands holding the handle of the stone chair were violently forced, and the two stone lions on the handle instantly shattered, turning into ice crystals and dissipating.

Then, Yang Yun got up from the stone chair and wanted to leave.

Seeing this scene, the woman's face changed, and she asked in a panic.

"Lord Yang Yun, do you want to take action yourself? But your injuries are still there..."

Without answering the woman's words, Yang Yun opened his legs and walked towards the door.

He had an intuition that if he hadn't gone out himself, no matter how many people were dispatched under his hands, he wouldn't be able to do anything with this young man in white!

At this moment, a somewhat playful voice suddenly sounded at Yang Yun's side.

"Yang Yun, what do you want to do when you are in such a hurry to go out?"

"Smack. ”

Hearing this voice, the black leather boots suddenly stopped at the door, Yang Yun's face changed, and he turned his head sharply to look at the location of the sound source. There, a white-haired man in a golden robe sat on a chair and looked at him with a smile.

His eyes widened suddenly, and Yang Yun opened his mouth and let out an exclamation.

"Why are you here?"