Yang Pojun walked to the door of the cave and kicked it out.

Boom!

The stone flew out directly, and Yang Pojun's figure flashed, and he flew into the void.

Yang Pojun was flying in front, while the toads were following behind.

Along the way, Yang Pojun exuded a powerful aura, and those demon beasts in the Fengshen space felt the murderous aura on the bodies of a group of them, and immediately dodged.

After a while, in the distance, there was a rumbling sound.

The sound seems to be the roaring and rushing of the Yellow River in China.

Yang Pojun finally saw the Yongchuan River.

The water in the Yongchuan River is extremely turbid, the torrent is turbulent, and the waves are rushing.

Moreover, the surface of the Yongchuan River is vast and boundless.

Yang Pojun sighed: "I didn't expect the Yongchuan River to be so vast and boundless. ”

And when Yang Pojun and the others flew over, they saw that there were already a lot of people on the edge of the Yongchuan River.

These people all exude a powerful aura on their bodies.

They were divided into several camps.

Among them are tantric people, who wear robes, carry beads, and fold their hands.

There were only three Tantric people, and they sat cross-legged by the river at a distance, as if they had no quarrel with the world.

But no one dares to despise the people of Tantra.

Among them, there are also people from the Sword God Pavilion, the Kunlun Sect, the Demon God Palace and other forces.

When Yang Pojun appeared, the group of people from the Kunlun faction frowned.

Because they smelled the breath of the same door from Yang Pojun's body.

Only by cultivating the secret method of their Kunlun faction will they feel like this, and Yang Pojun is not a member of their Kunlun faction, that is to say, Yang Pojun should be the master who killed their Kunlun faction.

One of the Kunlun Sect's Yuan Infant Stage masters took a step forward directly, looked at Yang Pojun and said, "Yang Pojun, I didn't expect you, a person from the end of the Law Era, to come and compete with us ancient sects for Jiang Ziya's treasure. ”

"Now that you retreat quickly, we can spare your life, otherwise, don't blame us ancient sects, so that you have no return!"

This middle-aged man from the Kunlun faction is named Jian Fei.

Jian Fei is not a fool, he can list Yang Pojun as the enemy of all their ancient forces, so that for their Kunlun faction, killing Yang Pojun will save too much effort.

Who is Yang Pojun? How could he not know Jian Fei's thoughts, this guy obviously wanted to use all the ancient sects as robbers.

Put yourself on the cusp.

Yang Pojun laughed and said, "Now there are about twenty people from your Kunlun faction, right?" I look at the Yuan Infant Period and the Jindan Period, which almost occupy half. ”

"I, Yang Pojun, are also merciful, give you a chance, kneel, and beg me to spare your lives, otherwise, today I will be annihilated by the people of your Kunlun faction!"

Yang Pojun's words appeared.

The scene was silent.

The quiet heart seems to stop beating.

Even the few people of the hidden forces in the distance all looked up.

These include Tantra, Danwang Palace, Qingxu Gate, and a group of demon beasts in the Demon God Palace.

A moment later.

They're all talking.

"Who is this guy who dares to want to destroy the people of the Kunlun Sect? Is he a fool? ”

"Yes, even if we are hidden forces, we don't want to fight with the Kunlun faction, although it is not difficult to destroy him, but there are still some headaches."

"Hehe, it seems that there is a good show to appear, let's all get ready to watch a good show."

Jian Fei and everyone in the Kunlun faction shook their bodies, and their bodies were full of murderous energy.

Jian Fei raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "Yang Pojun, do you want our Kunlun sect disciples to kneel for you?" Do you think you deserve it? We are people of antiquity. ”

"According to the generation, we are your countless ancestors, it should be you who kneel for us!"

Another young man nodded and said, "Yes, let's kill him together and let him know the strength of our ancient forces." ”

Yang Pojun sneered and flipped his arm.

I saw that on Yang Pojun's palm, a yuan baby appeared.

This is the primordial infant of the three-armed lean monkey spirit.

When the three-armed thin monkey spirit saw the people of the Kunlun faction, they all shouted, "Come and save me!" ”

Jian Fei and a group of them all gasped.

"The three-armed thin monkey spirit was actually killed by Yang Pojun?"

"This ...... How is this possible! The three-armed thin monkey spirit is the strongest person in the Fengshen space when we enter the god space, and he is dead, so are we still the opponent of this Yang Pojun? ”

Even the people in the Sword God Pavilion, Tantra, and Danwang Hall all spoke up: "I didn't expect that Yang Pojun in this era of the end of the law actually killed the three-armed thin monkey spirit. ”

"It is said that the Thin Monkey Essence and their clan, but the core existence of the Kunlun Sect, especially their ancestors, were about to reach the realm of ascension in ancient times, and this time, we are resurrected, and the aura is abundant, which will definitely allow him to be promoted quickly."

"Yes, this guy dares to kill the three-armed thin monkey spirit, and being able to have three arms means that his combat power has reached the stage of transformation into a god!"

At this moment, everyone began to look at Yang Pojun differently.

Before, they all looked down on Yang Pojun, but now, they feel that this guy may really have hole cards.

The news about Yang Pojun's body art is currently only known to the people of the Kunlun Sect and the Sword God Pavilion.

Yang Pojun looked at Jian Fei and them, and said in a deep voice: "Now I count to three, if you don't kneel, then I, Yang Pojun, will let your group of Kunlun sect disciples die here, because, the majesty of my Yang Pojun cannot be provoked!" ”

Jian Fei roared, "Yang Pojun, do you think you can really kill so many masters on our scene?" Then we'd like to learn about it! ”

"All the disciples of the Kunlun faction obey the order, let me kill Yang Pojun together!"

"Yes!"

Rumble!

The more than twenty Kunlun sect disciples all flew towards Yang Pojun together.

Seeing this, the corners of Yang Pojun's mouth hooked up and sneered: "Since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill your good intentions." ”

Yang Pojun waved his hand casually, and in the palm of his hand, the spirit compass he got from the Pansi Cave appeared!

Yang Pojun shouted angrily: "Shoot! ”

Airplanes!

An invisible wave of energy shot towards the Kunlun Sect disciples.

The group of disciples who rushed towards them all felt that their steps were stunned, and they almost fell to the ground.

Those guys suddenly felt that the weapon in their hands weighed as much as a thousand pounds, and they couldn't lift it at all, and they fell to the ground.

"What's going on?"

"I feel like I don't have any spiritual power in my body!"

At this time, Yang Pojun's body flashed an afterimage in the same place.

A long sword appeared in the palm of his hand, and where the long sword passed, blood splattered, and the head fell to the ground!

"No!!"

"Run!"

The people in the back, seeing the sword flying in front of them, all died and roared in shock.

And they lost their spiritual power, how could they be Yang Pojun's opponents.

"Death to me!"

Swish!

Yang Pojun flicked his arm, and the long sword spun in the void, flying behind the group of Kunlun Sect disciples who were fleeing.

(End of chapter)