Meng Yang sneered in his heart, and suddenly raised his left hand to his chest.

Under the pull of spiritual power, the black lightning of the Death Qi Xuandan suddenly soared out.

The momentum penetrated into Ji Yuanbai's white head, and it slammed into his heart like an exploding thunderbolt.

In a trance, he saw Ji Yuanbai's bloodshot eyes suddenly bulging, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his qi and blood.

As Meng Yang's cold appearance became more and more blurred, his consciousness fell into eternal darkness.

Looking at Ji Yuanbai, who had fallen to the ground and was already dead, Meng Yang patted the storage bag, and a Dan bottle flew out.

Under the emergence of spiritual consciousness, the essence blood that was exuding a rich soul qi was pretended to be taken away, and it fell into Meng Yang's spread palm.

This is different from ordinary blood, it is essence blood that is condensed by dividing the power of the origin soul.

It is precisely because of the existence of the power of the soul that it is called soul blood by the monks.

And Ji Yuanbai had just been under Meng Yang's preparation, and he directly sacrificed his soul blood, which was nothing more than the purpose of surviving.

As long as Meng Yang swallows his soul blood, then from now on, his life and death will all be in Meng Yang's hands.

Although it seems to be worth the loss, it is not worth mentioning compared to life.

Moreover, after the soul blood sacrifice, he immediately fell into weakness, and it was even easier for Meng Yang to kill at this time.

So he was gambling, betting that Meng Yang would be able to spare his life for the sake of sacrificing his soul blood without hesitation.

Even if he can only survive as a slave in the future, he is willing.

But he ignored that Meng Yang had the idea of killing him from the beginning.

Meng Yang, whose eyes were flickering, immediately grabbed the law with his hand, threw a fireball at Ji Yuanbai's body, and then turned around and walked towards the cave.

Calm and concentrating, Meng Yang sat cross-legged on the overflowing clean earth and stones, and took out all the storage rings that had been snatched from the battle.

These storage rings, the masterless magic weapons of all treasures, were almost swallowed up by the embroidered spring knife.

Except for the spirit stone healing pill and the pill to increase the strength of the first martial arts, none of Meng Yang could look at it.

Fortunately, these things together contributed more than 500,000 wealth to him.

After half a ring, Meng Yang sorted all the things in the storage ring, and finally left five storage bags, each containing spiritual elixir, as well as the things he usually used, and the remaining hundred bags of storage were all crushed into powder by Meng Yang and scattered on the ground.

Immediately, he stared at the embroidered spring knife.

To tell the truth, the weight of the soul-level embroidered spring knife is definitely shocking.

At the beginning, he chose to embroider the spring knife, also because of the bluffing appearance of the embroidered spring knife and the flying fish suit, which made him very face-saving.

But he didn't expect that it was that accident that made him gradually understand that the embroidered spring knife was really a good knife.

Looking at the faint halo flickering around the embroidered spring knife, Meng Yang was very glad that he had chosen the embroidered spring knife in the first place.

He even had a strong feeling that the embroidered spring knife could always be by his side.

And this feeling, with time, becomes more and more intense, as if there is an illusion of blood connection with the embroidered spring knife in the previous life.

This illusion was extremely strong, which made Meng Yang cry and laugh after thinking about it, and couldn't help but suspect that Zhongjin Yiwei's poison was too deep.

Sighing, he shook his head, and controlled the embroidered spring knife to stop in mid-air behind him again.

Now the embroidered spring knife has reached the weight of ten tons, and it is only exposed, and it does not dare to touch the earth. Otherwise, Meng Yang could be sure that once he withdrew the spiritual power that dragged the embroidered spring knife, this embroidered spring knife would probably be able to press this cave out of a pit.

Soul-forming level treasures can devour low-level ownerless treasures to enhance themselves, which is well-known in the cultivation world.

Although the treasures absorbed afterwards made the embroidered spring knife reach a bottleneck, it did not increase in weight.

But Meng Yang was sure that it was not the weight of the embroidered spring knife that reached the end, but the appetite became greater.

If you want to make the embroidered spring knife stronger, next, what needs to be devoured is not the treasure treasure but the treasure of the quenching level.

The reason why it can continue to become stronger and heavier is to devour, devouring other magic weapons along the way.

After half a ring, Meng Yang suppressed all kinds of longings for the future of the embroidered spring knife in his heart, and his heart moved slightly, calling out the parchment roll.

This parchment scroll, known from Ji Yuanbai's memory, seems to have something to do with the "Ancient Barbarian Pattern" of the Demon Barbarian Clan.

As for the relationship between the "barbarian pattern" and the "ancient barbarian pattern", Meng Yang was a little confused.

However, in Ji Yuanbai's memory, the "ancient barbarian pattern" seems to be stronger than the barbarian pattern, and there is a faint sense of ancient barbarian art.

"This ancient barbarian pattern parchment scroll can only reveal the handwriting if you collect eleven sheets, and I don't know if human beings can cultivate. ”

Meng Yang, who was muttering intently, shook his head, rolled the sheepskin back into the storage space, and began to look inward.

After passing through the golden gate, Meng Yang came to a space filled with golden rays.

In this space of only 100 meters, there is still only the naked baby villain.

The villain's half-closed eyes were glowing with coldness, and there were three Xuandan of different colors circling around him.

Xuandan's whole body was overflowing with sharp light, and bursts of rich energy spread out from it, making Meng Yang is please.

The villain who looked like he didn't have any breath of life was actually Meng Yang's Daoji.

The three Xuandans that revolved around the Dao Ji were none other than the Death Qi, the Cold Qi, and the Murderous Xuandan, which was beginning to condense.

Moreover, these three round pills were all implicated by a golden halo line overflowing from spiritual power.

Like a string of pearl bracelets, it is beautiful, echoing back and forth, and you chase me and spin.

Meng Yang groaned a little, and immediately attached to the Dao Foundation, the moment the villain's golden eyes opened, the rich murderous aura that permeated the surrounding body of the mountain instantly rolled and squirmed, and the roar echoed, and immediately landed blood-colored droplets on Meng Yang's body.

And Meng Yang's whole person was like a sucking sponge, and after the blood-colored water droplets dripped on his body, he immediately melted into the flesh and blood.

Under the pull of the dantian Daoji, he drilled into the blood-colored Xuandan behind the Daoji villain.

In less than half a day, when Meng Yang opened his eyes from the retreat, the murderous blood mist that permeated the entire cave finally disappeared.

Taking a deep breath, he stood up with excitement as the sound of thunderbolts echoed in his body.

As soon as he got up, he pinched the Dharma seal with both hands and slapped it on the ground.

A coffin with a rich corpse aura broke through the ground, Meng Yang immediately let out a muttering incantation sound, and after the coffin lid was opened, the evil puppet violently opened his ruthless bloody eyes, looking at the soul of the monk in the blood moon behind Meng Yang that couldn't help but devour.

Meng Yang was silent, glanced at the evil puppet lightly, didn't say a word, and bent a little.

Behind him, the blood moon screamed and immediately rushed towards the evil golem.

The light in the evil puppet's eyes instantly brightened, and at the same time, he opened his mouth and bared his fangs, just swallowing.

After the time of three incense sticks, more than 2,000 souls were all devoured by the evil puppet.

Meng Yang looked at the evil puppet's big belly like a leather ball, and immediately pinched the seal of the decision in his hand to replace the evil puppet.

For the evil puppets, those souls that were reached by the black lightning of the Death Qi Xuandan were great supplements, and if they wanted to absorb and refine them all, there would be no long time, it would be impossible at all, after all, they were only swallowed, and they also swallowed three incense sticks.

Meng Yang raised his head slightly and glanced at the blood moon, also opened his mouth and swallowed, calmed down, and meditated cross-legged again.

After another day, a stronger aura echoed in the cave, Meng Yang opened his eyes violently, and the black light flashed in his cold eyes, like a black dragon breaking out of the shell, making the whole earth seem to be unable to withstand this coercion, and the ground trembled.

At this moment, in the Mengyang Dao Foundation, the Red Xuandan finally came out of the scale, and the fierce and cold aura overflowed from this Dan, and when the other three Yuan Dan auras fused, a huge black phantom appeared behind him.

"The Nine Xuanzun Three Divine Heavenly Techniques, the Third Xuantian has been completed, the three Xuantian are one, and the True Venerable Dharma can appear..."

Sensing the powerful aura in his body, the corners of Meng Yang's mouth rose slightly, and the phantom behind him also loomed.

He is confident, even if he doesn't use the Death Qi Xuandan, and does not rely on the Embroidered Spring Knife, he will not fall into the inferior rank if he fights with the Sect Master of the Northern Yuan Sect, and even if he encounters an ordinary late-stage Gathering Martial Realm existence, he also has the power to fight.

After a little muttering, Meng Yang walked out of the cave, looked at the dense fog around him, and his body immediately disappeared in place.

Three days later, in a small restaurant on the border of the demons, Meng Yang walked to a window position and sat down, pretending to look out the window, drinking liquor and touching the handle of the Xiuchun knife in his hand, while listening to the content of several demonic men in the other corner of the eyebrows flying and dancing.

"Have you heard? Three months ago, a vision accompanied by thunder suddenly appeared in the sky above Jiuqu Mountain, attracting countless strong people to rush forward, and finally found that the vision was actually caused by a demon beast that had reached the existence of the Heavenly Fetus Realm. ”

"Why haven't you heard of it, but it scared several nearby sects half to death..."

"Also, the thunder that fell flattened the Jiuqu Mountain. ”

"yes, that scene, stains, it's terrible..."

Meng Yang's expression couldn't help but move when he heard the words "red-headed ape".

On this person's table, several other demon barbarians who were scattered with the spiritual power of the palace martial realm were all shocked when they heard this.

One of them was even more panicked, swallowed a mouthful of saliva violently, and lowered his voice: "So that's the case, I'll just say, why during that time, the sky was always thunderous, and the dark clouds always couldn't be dissolved, it turned out that the demon beast red-headed ape was crossing the catastrophe." ”

"This can still be fake, although I was not in Jiuqu Mountain, but it was only thousands of miles away from Jiuqu Mountain, and the thunder that thundered on Jiuqu Mountain was like falling in front of me, dyeing half of the sky red. Its majesty is the most terrifying scene I have ever seen in my cultivation, and it is simply unforgettable. ”

"Moreover, I heard that this demon beast red-headed ape seems to have failed, and was seriously injured, and its entire hind limbs were shattered..."

"Seriously injured?" several people were startled at the same time.

It seems that from the words of the young demon who spoke, he smelled a different taste.

And seeing the young man's appearance of smiling rather than smiling, some kind of affirmative speculation appeared in their hearts, and they immediately looked at each other thoughtfully.

Seeing that his companions seemed to react, the young demon man's eyes were raised, and he smiled: "It seems that you are all very smart, this demon beast is a red-headed ape, full of treasures, and its heart bones can refine dozens of top-grade quenching treasures."

Not to mention the blood of the spirit beast Cangqi, the benefits of refining the body.

After the nearby sect found that the demon beast red-headed ape failed to cross the catastrophe and was seriously injured, the forces of all parties were surging.

That's when I was driven away.

In fact, speaking of which, although we demonic scattered cultivators are free and unrestrained.

But when it comes to this kind of contention, there will hardly be any soup left for us to drink..."

When several people heard the young man's words, they all showed helplessness and sighed secretly.

"But I heard that there are many sects that are now offering bounties to the demon beast red-headed ape, and they are widely invited to have powerful loose cultivators to join their contentious team. ”

"Hey, it's a pity that our strength is too weak, otherwise I would have participated..."

A fat man with a melancholy face on the side poured a sip of wine and shook his head unwillingly.

Hearing this, Meng Yang's eyes lit up, and as soon as his body moved, his body immediately disappeared in place.