Zhang Qingyang struck with a horizontal shot, making a huge pit in the back of the Rat God incarnation. It seems to be mighty, but it doesn't seem to do substantial harm.

This should be an ingenious means of unloading, Zhang Qingyang can feel the direction of the mountain-like power, it is by this incarnation to vent backwards, with the help of the natural high compression properties of the air to squeeze outward, and then cause the destruction of the ground building.

The damage to His true body is close to nothing.

However, the incarnation of the rat god was still taken aback, he first shook the measuring mountain ruler, repaired the surface cracks, and then said with a smile at Zhang Qingyang Senran: "The little guy is still a little tender, Lao Tzu is all over the ages, do you think that with only such means, you also want to hurt the deity?"

"If you're really strong, you don't have to talk nonsense with me here. ”

Zhang Qingyang unceremoniously revealed the truth of his lustful inwardness, and with a slight flick of the gun, the big spear flowers spread out and condensed in the air for a long time.

A fierce look flashed in the eyes of the bean incarnated by the rat god, and Yang Wan'er on the other half giggled: "Useless waste, as timid as your body! On the other side is a child who has not grown up, what are you afraid of, kill him!"

Half of his face was twisted, his teeth rattled and one of his arms was about to move.

"Shut up, crazy woman, I don't need you to teach me how to do it!"

The avatar yelled at himself, restrained the arm, smoothed the bulging air mirror behind him, and the roar below stopped, and the sand and dust rolled and rose, forming a majestic and broad background behind him, reflecting the majesty of the shore.

It's just that in Zhang Qingyang's eyes, it's still a bluff.

He continued to turn the spear silently, and wisps of earth qi gathered from all directions.

The blow just now consumed most of it, and it needs to be replenished in time.

The city is forcibly patchworked, the atmosphere is messy and unorganized, and no one plans for it, making it difficult to form a complete dragon vein pattern.

The incarnation of the rat god relied on his natural skills to extract parts as weapons with the help of a pseudo-measuring mountain ruler.

Zhang Qingyang was able to use the general outline of the Divine Dragon to spread out the bridge of the soul to cover the ground within a radius of several kilometers, and integrate the fragmented earth qi into a strong dragon vein, under the nose of the other party, calmly make ghosts.

The incarnation of the rat god can't see the clues, after all, he is just a tooth incarnation, isolated by the small world from communicating with each other, and his strength is far less than one percent of the body.

Of course, the Rat God is an ancient god after all, even if it is an incarnation, if he lets go of his hands and fights hard, it is enough to crush ten hundred immortal levels.

It's a pity that Zhang Qingyang only looks like an immortal on the surface, and no one knows the true combat power hidden inside, as well as the increase he has obtained in this world.

The rat god's natural cunning and timidity make this incarnation habitually suspicious.

He watched the color of the spear flower getting brighter and brighter, and the earth's qi becoming more and more rich and heavy, and suddenly became vigilant, screaming on the ground, and launching a spiritual shock!

Zhang Qingyang guarded against him early, and a Zen chant was chanted in the inner universe, and the fundamental sound of the universe came out of his mouth, which directly triggered the power of the Yin and Yang Great Grinding and shattered the impact of the other party.

The incarnation of the rat god flickered at the same time, and a little treacherous flame lit up, illuminating the 100-meter radius around Zhang Qingyang in an instant, forcibly reversing the local rules, and turning it into an inexplicable space of ghosts and shadows.

Countless strange chirping sounds swarmed in, and the cold and evil power penetrated strongly.

In the blink of an eye, he wanted to drill into Zhang Qingyang's body, forcibly reverse his thinking and consciousness, fundamentally change his physical and mental form, and turn into something else.

How could Zhang Qingyang be fooled, and shouted: "Pro!"

The sound of the Dao roared, shaking the void, like a huge bronze bell ringing, and under the ripples, all kinds of evil cults shattered one after another, opening a hole in the distorted space.

His mind is condensed and consistent, and he has never deviated from the incarnation of the rat god, even if his eyes can't see it, his mind can't observe it, but he still relies on a wisp of divine clarity in the underworld, and stabs straight with his spear.

Poof!

In the piercing sound of cracking, Li Beihai and others saw a strange scene.

Zhang Qingyang was still in place, but the light around him seemed to be scrambling to escape, and he suddenly lost his perception of his existence, as if it was just a phantom.

But in the next second, a spear shadow suddenly appeared behind, wringing a hole in the chaotic light, slowly and steadily rotating, winding the shattered light and shadow one by one, turning into a huge whirlpool in the blink of an eye.

That kind of extremely distorted and indescribable sensory vision made Li Beihai dizzy, as if his soul was about to get out of his body.

They hurriedly diverted their gaze, closed off their perceptions, shielded themselves from the terrible effects.

Li Beihai's heart was shocked, he couldn't stand it just by looking at it, what about Zhang Qingyang who was in it?

Zhao Feiyu relied on Jin Peng's divine power to hold on, barely seeing the details clearly, but the feathers in his body were also about to move, as if he was induced by the distorted power to run out to do something.

She took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed it, and secretly prayed in her heart: "Senior brother, you will definitely be able to do it!"

The incarnation of the rat god on the opposite side stared at the soul killing spear that stabbed out from behind Zhang Qingyang, but came to him inexplicably.

He scurried a incantation in his mouth, and a puff of light spread out from the flames of the lamp, and continued to rush past.

Zhang Qingyang's figure was in a trance, his eyes were closed, his left hand was holding a strange magic trick, and his right hand continued to push the spear, slowly and steadily.

The Soul Killing Spear approached the Rat God inch by inch, driving more and more fragments of spatial light and shadow, and the stirring vortex became larger and larger, gradually coming to a height of more than ten meters.

The immeasurable fragments change according to some mysterious rules, and there are tens of millions of displacements in an instant, and the disturbance lines produced can be called massive, even if it is the energy of the incarnation of the rat god, it is impossible to calculate the law for a while.

Yang Wan'er screamed with half of her face: "This kid is weird, hurry up and interrupt him to cast spells!"

"Shut up, don't make a noise!"

The rat god scolded with a gaffe face, and tried to stretch out the measuring ruler to touch the edge of the whirlpool.

Click!

A strange black lightning burst out, blowing up one-fifth of the measuring ruler!

The rat god monster screamed and withdrew, looking at the long-standing unbridgeable gap, and subconsciously gave birth to the idea of escaping.

He was afraid!

In the course of his long life, he had never seen anything so weird.

It was obviously a distorted enchantment created by the ghost lamp, which was tampered with and used by Zhang Qingyang, forcibly mixed in with other inexplicable things, and the mixed power was entangled in the soul killing gun, and every inch of movement was creating a new illusion variable.

Those shattered lights and shadows, each piece is full of ominous meaning, and it can definitely hurt the Rat God incarnation!

He ...... How the hell did he do it, what the hell is that?!"

The rat god was shocked, and continued to urge the light lamp to increase the size, trying to force Zhang Qingyang to reach the limit with the power of the artifact, and finally collapsed on his own.

At this time, Zhang Qingyang's mind was completely immersed in the Soul Killing Spear, and all the pressure from the outside world was completely thrown away.

He didn't ignore the risk of being shattered, but a temptation of inspiration, creating a strange state of complete ignorance, and there was no way for him to stop it except to continue hard!

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