There was a strong confidence in the lion's tone, and the strength of the fist also proved that he was not blindly arrogant.

In a hurry, he still played with all his strength without reservation, hedged between square inches, and played a sonic boom!

Zhang Qingyang's eyes skyrocketed, and he had the heart to try the results of his recent cultivation, how strong his physical body was after the return of qi and blood, and how much his strength had improved.

His left foot almost touched the opponent's calf, and the surface of his right fist instantly formed a colorful twelve-fold superimposed air film, as soon as he touched the opponent's fist, the power of the Qinglong fist poured out!

Boom Boom!

Twelve explosions in a row erupted in an instant, and the high-temperature energy escaped at high speed between the two fists.

Zhang Qingyang felt like he had hit an armored car in front of him, his body involuntarily retreated backwards, banged through the wall to the corridor, and continued to push with all his remaining strength, smashing through three stone walls in a row, barely stopping.

He exhaled a breath of turbidity, looked through the hole and looked to the other side, the lion's head slammed sideways through two walls, blasted a large hole through the outer wall of the next room, and flew into the air dozens of meters away from the main building.

The man hovered for a few seconds, trembling all over his body, his bones crackling and cracking, and the seven orifices and pores spewed blood mist at the same time, and the stone fell to the ground without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"This trick can have a name, well, it's called 'five tones and twelve rhythms'. ”

Zhang Qingyang raised his fist a little self-consciously, although there was not a single hair left that had been cut by the force, the skin that could carry the bullet was full of cracks, and the bones were misplaced and even broken in many pieces, but he still couldn't help but feel heartfelt joy.

His cultivation power is flawless, and he uses it like an arm!

The level of the lion's head is definitely not weaker than him, and his cultivation age is more than twice as old, but he can defeat it with one punch, which shows that although his cultivation exercises are very complicated, it has not caused his strength disorder.

The cultivation path he chose was correct.

After the euphoria, the pain struck.

Zhang Qingyang grinned in pain, and quickly took out a healing pill, broke it into powder and sprinkled it on his hand. A roll of energy, all filled into the cracks of the wound, coupled with the strong Yuan Force washing, the repair was carried out against time.

At this time, there were several exclamations from the courtyard: "Third brother, what's wrong with you?"

I heard the lion's head roar hoarsely: "Ahem, don't touch me...... Lao Tzu is not dead yet, hurry up and catch that kid, he is also injured!"

"Don't worry, third brother, you can't run away from him!"

Several people swore and rushed into the main building.

Zhang Qingyang smiled silently, dodged into the corridor, swept quickly with the bridge of the mind, and rushed towards the place where the abnormal response was most dense.

There are a lot of people hidden in the entrance of the Condor Shrine, and in the blink of an eye, four or five figures appeared in front of them, but their cultivation is generally not as high as a lion's head, and Zhang Qingyang only suddenly noticed it when he was under his nose.

But it's too late!

Zhang Qingyang attacked casually, either a claw, a punch, or a sword, and the sudden outbreak of violent power was extremely condensed, and the people who couldn't see through the reality rashly parried, and were suddenly blown away.

Several critical hits in succession caused a huge momentum, enough to alarm the people in the entire building, and then more than a dozen figures poured into this corridor, and some people even activated the defense mechanism, and the powerful force field roared and squeezed from all directions.

Zhang Qingyang's breath converged to almost nothing, and the people in front of him could see his figure with their eyes, but their brains told them that Zhang Qingyang's body did not exist at all.

This extremely awkward feeling was caused by the skill play of Nai He Qiao, and the thinking of the gang fell into a brief confusion, not only did the attack action freeze, but there was also a slight gap in the force field with him as the node.

Zhang Qingyang took the opportunity to simulate the power characteristics of the feather, and the defense force field automatically defaulted to him as a new node, which was seamlessly connected.

In an instant, he sensed and analyzed the laws of energy operation, pointed the opposite gang at the enemy, and guided the majestic force to make a sudden move, beating them half to death.

Effortlessly.

Zhang Qingyang liked this feeling so much that he laughed and pounced on the other gangs, crackling and cleanly eliminating them, and briefly emptying the corridor.

At this time, someone noticed that something was wrong, and heard a roar from outside: "He can pretend to be his own person and switch defense control!"

It was too late to find out!

Zhang Qingyang guided the force field to slam into the ground with a punch, and the violent energy continuously penetrated multiple floors to the ground floor, and at the moment when the surrounding defense was interrupted, he dodged in.

Then the surrounding area began to tremble, and the entire building trembled, and the protective force field turned into a rage, stirring the passage on the original floor into powder.

But it didn't hurt Zhang Qingyang in the slightest.

He floated lightly to the bottom, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, he suddenly noticed that there was a strange erosion of divine thoughts, and immediately dodged and moved, and when he looked closely, he found that there was a faint change of green light on the ground.

Those broken green-light bugs!

It didn't take long for this thing to invade, and it actually broke through multiple layers of protection, and even covered the ground at the bottom!

The remnant will of the ancient gods is truly extraordinary!

Zhang Qingyang secretly wondered if there was any omission in his previous judgment of Liang Er?

No, it should be that after the remnants of the three gods converged, an unknown change occurred in him.

Liang Er himself can't do it to this extent, that broken gray fragment must be unusual!

Zhang Qingyang kept it in his heart, and had the opportunity to dig out the mystery again.

Now, let's get rid of the trouble in front of us.

In thought, he had already observed the entire environment.

It is a large underground space, in the same style as the upper building, with no furnishings to be seen in the open space, except for an abrupt secret room in the middle.

The green-light insects that were originally broken turned into an impermeable net to wrap around the surface of the ground, piling up a lot at the door of the secret room, and even shaping into countless tentacles, waving like weeds, trying to get inside.

But the door was closed tightly, and a strange black and shiny sheen rose on the surface, and when the tentacles touched it, it was burned and decomposed.

The endless attacks of the green light tentacles have never been able to consume the power of the clean protection, and it looks like it will continue forever.

Zhang Qingyang carefully avoided the ground and flew to the front, observed with the naked eye and could not find any flaws, and then used his mental power to passively induce, only to find two distinct and different mental fluctuations.

The green light represents a certain tenacious life force that only wants to devour others and strengthen itself.

The protective power is the same as that of a feather, but with a faint trace of impurities, resulting in a lack of purity in the whole.

This impurity is very familiar......

Zhang Qingyang laughed silently, Jiang Cheng, if there is no accident, this guy's remnant soul should be inside.

It's no wonder that Green Light persevered, he must have discovered his existence, and Liang Er's hatred was really strong enough.

At this time, there was a noisy sound from above, and the gang was obviously about to chase after them.

There is not much time to delay, Zhang Qingyang must speed up if he wants to find out the information about the hidden conspiracy of the Eagle Society.

"Then do them a hand. ”

He condensed a cloud of Yuan Force in his palm, simulating the unique will of a feather, and the green light around him immediately boiled!