"Someone else is playing with your past..."

After leaving the attic of the elder surnamed Lian, Rao Tianhuang of the scabbard space couldn't help but quip.

Not to mention a demonic monk who has been practicing the Tao for less than a hundred years, even he himself can't deduce Meng Yang's origin.

Just as the female cultivator surnamed Qing said, Meng Yangzai's life grid was extremely blank, and there was no chance to check it at all.

And to be able to present such a strange situation, apart from the fact that someone helped Meng Yang to use extremely powerful supernatural powers to cover up, it was that Meng Yang did not belong to any of the Three Realms and Five Elements, or that Meng Yang's existence was itself an outlier beyond the Nine Domains.

Obviously, Meng Yang knew better than anyone why he was like this.

But he didn't bother to say it, he couldn't tell anyone that he had crossed over, right?

It was Rao Tianhuang, seeing that Meng Yang didn't speak, and he didn't break the casserole and asked in the end.

For him, Meng Yang's life grid presented such a situation, which could only be regarded as a phenomenon after the rebirth of the powerful soldiers.

Meng Yang, who returned to his attic, didn't say a word, and immediately cast the Spirit Blocking Array and plunged into his mind.

Seeing Rao Tianhuang's face of envy, he looked at the little thunder dragon in his hand and kept shaking his head.

"I didn't expect that after the realm power fused with your Yuan Infant, there was a trace of change. ”

"A change in the Tao?"

Meng Yang beckoned, looked at the thin red thread wrapped around his fingertips, and said in a deep voice, "Very strong?"

Rao Tianhuang stretched his waist, leaned on his arm, and showed a strange light in his eyes: "Strong, very strong, with the impact of spiritual sense, it can be described as a killing move that catches people off guard, as your realm increases, you will naturally understand." ”

Meng Yang happily played with the thin line of the thunder dragon in his hand, and he found that this realm power was extremely flexible, constantly wandering and shuttling between his five fingers.

Looking at Rao Tianhuang still looking at himself with envy, Meng Yang smiled and put away his realm power and stored it in his spiritual sense.

I secretly decided that when attacking the flat land, I would try to see the difference between a spiritual impact with realm power and a spirit impact without realm power.

Nodding gratefully to Rao Tianhuang, Meng Yang withdrew from his mind and spit out.

The rest of the time, he needed to do everything, he always had a feeling, a sense of foreboding.

After the spirit blocking array shrouded the attic, Meng Yang pondered for a few breaths, and couldn't help but want to ask Rao Tianhuang for advice on the origin of the deduction line.

As far as he knew, calculus was like stealing the day, and it required a lot of consumption.

The longer the time is calculated, the more powerful the person is counted, the more things are involved, and the deeper the heavenly machine is calculated, the greater the cost, not with blood, cultivation, body, soul blood, or with life, and life as the price.

Some calculations bring not only disaster to themselves, but also to killing.

It is more serious, and it can even make the monk delirious and insane.

Meng Yang wanted to calculate it for himself at the moment, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

Now everything is in Rao Tianhuang, but I have seen countless old antiques of life and death, and there is no need at all.

With a wry smile, Meng Yang didn't say a word, his face was pale, and he immediately spit it out, unless it was a last resort, it was better to play the method of fortune-telling than to have less contact, this kind of practice of increasing the difficulty of one's own cultivation, unless it came to life and death.

Meng Yang obviously also understood that under the trade-off, the melancholy in his heart disappeared in an instant.

The next day, Meng Yang opened his thoughtful eyes and looked out the window.

On the fingers pinched in the sleeve, the thunder dragon realm power emerged.

Retracting his gaze, he swept around the attic, and immediately exuded his spiritual sense.

And the coverage of the spiritual consciousness is only covered in the attic within this soul blocking array.

Looking at the pale clouds and white mist that outsiders couldn't see, Meng Yang flicked his fingers, and the thunder dragon realm power in his hand immediately roared, swallowing clouds and spitting mist, wandering in the foggy white world covered by Meng Yang's spiritual sense.

Suddenly, Meng Yang's eyes flashed, and he looked at the vase on the wooden table behind him.

The mind moved slightly, and the spiritual sense instantly wrapped the catastrophe power and swept towards the vase.

With excitement, he immediately got up and looked without saying a word.

Upon inspection, he found that the vase was intact, with the same luster and no cracks.

But when he grabbed the mouth of the bottle and lifted it, his pupils suddenly shrank sharply, and his face was shocked.

The vase that had been swept by the power of the Thunder Dragon Realm was actually split in two, and the body of the bottle was still standing on the wooden table without moving.

Meng Yang gasped and looked at the realm power in his spiritual consciousness in shock.

After a little silence, Meng Yang took out a storage bag from the placket, slapped it violently, and a spear with a sharp edge appeared immediately.

The control realm power swept away again, and this innate quality spear was also split into two without a sound.

It wasn't until the spear fell to the ground and made a sound that Meng Yang reacted.

The surprise on his face suddenly turned into ecstasy, and he suddenly understood why Rao Tianhuang was jealous.

Spiritual impact can only cause mental damage to the monk when used on the monk, and when it encounters a magic weapon that is higher than oneself or even has a guardian spirit, the spiritual impact will be counterattacked. The realm power that can be possessed, if you use your spiritual sense to impact the supernatural power, can not only cause damage to the mind, but also cause damage to the monk's body by surprise.

Even under the carelessness of the other party, he was cut off by the waist like this vase spear.

Even if the other party has a protective magic weapon in his heart, he has the power of the realm, and he is not worried about being counterattacked.

Meng Yang was even sure that in front of the realm power, the magic weapon that guarded the heart god would even be shattered immediately.

This is simply what he asked for from Fu Tianzhuo, a copy of the true martial arts.

"Yes, Zhenwu fine line, how did I forget this stubble..."

Reading this, Meng Yang suddenly remembered the Zhenwu thin line that he had forgotten in the storage ring.

At the beginning, the embroidered spring knife shattered after the battle with the Red Sect group, and the fine thread of Zhenwu wrapped around the handle of the knife was placed in the storage ring by him.

Until the new embroidered spring knife was built, this real martial fine line was also forgotten by him now.

Taking a deep breath, Meng Yang excitedly touched the Thunder Dragon Realm Power in his hand and suddenly laughed.

In just half a day, he fused the Thunder Dragon Realm Force with the True Martial Thin Line to become a new Realm Force Thin Line, which he fostered in the Spirit Consciousness World. When Meng Yang opened his eyes again, a thin line of thunder that was as thin as a gossamer and shaped like a swimming dragon appeared faintly from his dazzling eagle eyes, which was soul-stirring.

In the blink of an eye again, the thin line of realm power that swam in the spiritual world also disappeared.

For the rest of the time, Meng Yang was always ready.

He had already decided that after the incident, he would leave the Qingshan Sect City.

On this day, under the trembling of the identity jade card, he slowly opened his eyes while sitting cross-legged.

The figure moved slightly, and immediately disappeared into the attic.

In the center of the huge Guang'an City, there is a steady stream of disciples flying in on the magic weapon.

In the time of half a pillar of incense, there are no more than 10,000 people.

Standing under a large pillar with the words "North Peak" printed on it, Meng Yang calmly swept the platform and there were Qingshan Sect City disciples standing under the platform.

He knew that after the incident, among these disciples, there were very few who could survive.

But as long as the disciples can survive, they are by no means idle.

On this ruthless avenue, not only do you need cultivation qualifications, but what you need more importantly is a heart that wants to live by any means.

After another half pillar of incense, all the disciples of the Qingshan Sect had all gathered on the central platform of Guang'an City.

Looking at the fiery faces, seriousness, fear, and fear on the faces of the many disciples below the platform, Qingshan's heart was painful and complicated.

Qingshan Sect City can not exist today without these elders and disciples, but after a while, everything is gone.

When he founded the Qingshan Sect, he was prepared to go to the end of the avenue and go to the center of the Ancient Barbarian Land.

And these are the Qingshan Sect that he regards as cherished, that is, the disciples of the Qingshan Sect who want to contribute to the sect wholeheartedly, and only the Qingshan Sect that he has worked hard and spent countless years to establish is destroyed, he... The sect master of the Qingshan Sect, Qingshan, will liberate his heart, his worries, his obsessions, and touch the ravine of Zhenwu under the perception of pain and pain.

This is not only the monk's declaration of war against the lord of the soul in the soul curtain region, but also the declaration of war on his own heart, on his own heart and the heart of the Dao.

And those who don't know what to do and are still thinking about paying for the sect can only become the cornerstone, the strength of others.

And that's the avenue of ruthlessness.

"Let's go!"

Suddenly, tens of thousands of monks who stepped on the magic weapon appeared in Guang'an City.

All of them are in the northeast of the flatlands.

Meng Yang, who was in the army, looked at the two daughters who commanded the disciples of the North Peak, his heart moved slightly, and he fell behind the team.

And the other elders with their own thoughts also began to move out of the team, intentionally or unintentionally.

Half a day later, a huge silhouette of the flat land appeared at the end of everyone's eyes.

In the flat land of the land that seems to be invading, many evil-eating beasts have gathered. The scene of raising their heads and screaming in unison made the faces of many disciples turn pale suddenly, and the fiery heat in their eyes was instantly extinguished by this thunderous roar.

"All the disciples of the Qingshan Sect City, take down the flat land for me. ”

A powerful momentum suddenly overflowed from Qingshan's body, and the roar in his mouth instantly woke up those disciples who looked uneasy. The earth shook, and countless dense evil-eating beasts poured in like a flood.

The distance between them was shortened in the blink of an eye.

"Whew..."

"Kill..."

On one side were monks, and on the other side were evil beasts, and the roar that was evenly matched, but full of war, actually stirred up the heavens and the earth here. The killing words that seemed to come from all directions made all the disciples of the Qingshan Sect City rush towards the countless evil beasts that rushed towards them with a solemn face.

The two armies, which were huge, fought together in an instant.

The colorful magic spells, the sky illuminated was already colorful, and the continuous explosions made the earth even more smoky.

Meng Yang, who was in the army, bent his fingers a little, and a blood hole immediately appeared in the head of the evil beast that jumped up and swallowed him.

The blood beads that were brought out had countless images of disciples being bitten by evil eating beasts.

There are also countless pictures that have been penetrated by supernatural spells and cut in half.

Meng Yang grabbed it in the air with his left hand, and his spiritual power suddenly turned into a big hand and slapped at the beast king level evil eater.

After a long roar, the entire bone of the evil eater beast was directly smashed by Meng Yang, and it went down.

The huge body immediately crushed several beast-level beast-level evil eaters who fled in panic.

At this moment, Rao Tianhuang's voice sounded in his heart.

Meng Yang, who understood what Rao Tianhuang said, did not talk nonsense, and immediately rushed towards the flat land.

And just as Meng Yang had just left, Elder Song, who had been staring at Meng Yang all the way, followed without saying a word.

Elder Lian and Elder Qing glanced at each other, and then looked at the green mountains in the great battle.

And at this time, they happened to see a sneer on the corner of Qingshan's mouth.