"Great hardship, great perseverance, there will be great benefits!"

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yang calmed down, and sighed in his heart, feeling that the suffering he had suffered just now was worth it, and at the same time, he was secretly glad that he had persevered, otherwise how could he let the bloodline evolve, let alone get the anti-heavenly magic power that sucked qi luck. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The qi of creation has not been absorbed by publicity, and I don't care at all, no matter how good things are, only by turning them into their own strength and becoming a part of themselves is the best.

After consolidating his cultivation a little and checking that there was nothing wrong with himself, Zhang Yang escaped from the ground, looking at the surrounding rolling jungle with old trees, breathing in the fresh air in the air, jumping on a high mountain, standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the clouds. I couldn't help but let out a long howl.

The sound is high and far-reaching, spreading all over the world, not only echoing in the mountains, the frightened forest beasts are scattered and fleeing, but also echoing in the sea of clouds for a long time, this thick voice conveys the infinite joy in the heart of Zhang Yang.

Suddenly, a dissatisfied, rough voice interrupted the flamboyant roar: "Wu Nadao, what are you yelling at?" ”

Zhang raised his eyebrows and frowned, his face showed a trace of displeasure, turned around and looked at the voice, a man with a height of more than ten feet, covered in black scales,

The beast head is human, the body is sprinkled with a vast, desolate breath, carrying a snow-white stick on his shoulder, and an unknown demon beast hanging on the stick, his body is like a hill, and he strode towards Zhang Yang.

"Witches? Or is it Zhu Rong's lineage? ”

Zhang Yang saw the appearance of the person who came, his heart moved, and he remembered that Zhu Rongman, who led the Wu clan to intercept him on Sanguang Mountain, and the person who came looked very similar to him, and he had a trace of speculation in his heart.

Zhang Yang still clearly remembers that after he survived the transformation tribulation, he inexplicably said that he had killed the Wu Clan, and also said that he was chased and killed by Zhu Rongyu.

I didn't expect to meet the Wu clan again today, Zhang Yang sighed a little, isn't the Wu clan very rare, why did he suddenly see more and more, however, today is different from the past, with his current cultivation, he is not afraid of the Wu clan, he can't beat it, he still has this confidence to escape.

Just when Zhang Yang was recalling, the body of this witch clan grew crazy again, and he didn't stop until he was on par with Zhang Yang, looking at Zhang Yang, his eyes were full of contempt, and he opened his mouth and bared his teeth: "Who are you?" Ran to my witch territory and yelled? ”

Zhu Rongmu was originally passing by here, going to the Gonggong tribe, who had wanted to hear someone roaring, curious, to see who was screaming on the mountain, at first glance it was Zhang Yang, and found that he was not a Wu clan, and ran to the territory of the Wu clan and yelled, which made him feel unhappy, so he came over to kill Zhang Yang.

"Witch territory?"

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, revealing a suspicious look, hasn't the Wu clan been living in Buzhou Mountain? Didn't he leave Buzhou Mountain, but ran to the territory of the Wu clan?

"What am I yelling at, what do you care!"

However, seeing Zhu Rongmu's contemptuous appearance in front of him, Zhang Yang felt unhappy for a while, and sneered at each other.

Zhang Yang belongs to the kind of person who is good to him, he is also good to you, you are cold to him, he will also be-for-tat, unceremoniously, and belongs to the kind of person who eats if he does not eat hard.

"You're looking for death!"

Zhu Rongmu, who is holding a big stick, is also a fiery temper, a person who draws a knife to face him if he doesn't agree, he wants to be arrogant, when he hears Zhang Yang's words, he roars angrily, and picks up the big stick in his hand, with a dazzling white light, as if he is a stick in the sky, and smashes it fiercely.

Zhang Yang's eyes were cold, and he was bullied by the Wu clan three times and twice, and the anger also came up, and he didn't talk nonsense, he directly took out the black knife, took it into the air, and moved it out horizontally.

Boom Boom!

With a loud bang, the snow-white stick smashed into the position that Zhang Yang had just occupied, and the entire mountain, which was hundreds of meters high, was shattered by the snow-white stick, the sand and stones danced, and the stones were shot in the air.

Zhang Yang's eyes shrank, a mountain so high was smashed by him, how much strength does it take? Secretly marveling at the great power, and at the same time having an intuitive understanding of the Wu clan, rampant and smashing the vacuum.

With a sneer in his heart, Zhang Yang directly threw out the Treasure Snatching Divine Light, and went straight to the snow-white stick, and at the same time, the mana was poured into the black knife, the black light flashed, his eyes were cold, and the battle technique snow-sealed the world and made a brazen shot.

The golden divine light is too domineering, and the spiritual treasures in the world cannot escape.

A golden light was like a spiritual snake, directly climbing the snow-white stick in Zhu Rongmu's hand, the brilliance flashed, and the snow-white stick disappeared in his hand, Zhu Rongmu was stunned, his face was dazed, and he didn't know why his weapon disappeared so well.

At this time, the fluttering snowflakes fell from the sky and fell on his body, and then the snow fell from the sky, the east wind danced, and the cold air came to his heart, and without waiting for any reaction from the Wu clan, Zhang Yang slashed at his arm the size of a hundred-year-old tree.

Burst!

As if cutting a watermelon, the huge arm was cut off by Zhang Yang's knife, and the blood spilled, like magma, emitting endless flames, falling to the ground, no matter what, they burned one after another.

"Ah, ....... you can hurt me? What is this possible? ”

Zhu Rongmu screamed, holding the broken arm in one hand, his face was full of horror and disbelief, you must know that his body is comparable to the top acquired spirit treasure, even if the innate spirit treasure stands on it, it can only leave a wound, an ugly black knife that is not an innate spirit treasure, and actually cut off his arm, if it weren't for the physical pain, he couldn't believe that it was true.

"Who are you?"

Zhu Rongmu's body moved, the blood that flowed out poured back into his body, and the broken arm was also back on the street, intact, he knew that he had encountered a hard stubble, and he had to be cautious.

But when he saw Zhang Yang holding his weapon in his hand, Zhu Rongmu was surprised again. As ugly as the face is, it will be as ugly as it is.

The big hand took the snow-white stick, and Zhang Yang felt that a mountain was pressed down, and it seemed that there were millions of catties, which made his body drop suddenly, and he hurriedly used his mana to barely stabilize his body. ，

Zhang Yang didn't dare to slack off, and once again shot a divine light into the big stick, this time into the big stick, Zhang Yang's face suddenly darkened, this snow-white big stick has no prohibition at all, some are a sea of blood, strong Wu clan atmosphere.

"What is this, what is it, a waste!"

Zhang Yang scolded angrily, and directly threw away the heavy stick in his hand, there was no prohibition, Zhang Yang couldn't refine it, and he couldn't drive it, just like a pile of scrap iron.

"Who am I? Kill your guys! Zhang Yang was depressed for the first time with a pile of scrap iron, and looked at Zhu Rongmu's face very unkindly.

"I know who you are? You are a gourd man. ”

At this time, Zhu Rongmu seemed to remember something. Suddenly exclaimed, with a strange look in his eyes, regardless of Zhang Yang's threatening words, he looked Zhang Yang up and down, and said: "The person who is talking about the desolate world turns out to be you, it's really weird!" ”

"You're talking about me?"

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, a little confused, when did he become so famous, why didn't he know, he couldn't figure out what Zhang Yang meant, so he asked in a deep voice: "What do you mean?" ”

"It's not interesting."

Zhu Rongmu seemed to think of something happy, he smiled, showing an inexplicable look, and also thought about revenge, his big hand sucked his weapon, his body was vertical, he took a big stride, crossed tens of thousands of miles, and ran to the depths of Buzhou Mountain.

"Where to go? Make it clear! ”

Zhang Yang saw that Zhu Rongmu was about to run, his face was gloomy, he exclaimed, and flew after him.

At the same time, I still wondered in my heart, isn't the Wu clan arrogant and domineering, and he will repay him, I cut off one of his arms, and he actually ran away? What is the rhythm of this? (To be continued.) )