Before anyone arrived, the dead air that covered the sky and covered the sky was shrouded like a black cloud.

Rong Tai and all the monks of the bald ancient ape city were demonic, and their hearts shook violently, and their hearts beat wildly.

In the minds of all the demon barbarians, there was almost a chilling voice of domineering coldness.

"Is this a wandering demon? how can this boundless dead air..."

Meng Yang, who was walking towards this side, immediately controlled the dead qi and condensed a big face that covered the entire sky.

Under the intensity of the spiritual sense, a roar full of murderous intent suddenly rolled down from the mouth of the dead man's face with a thunderous momentum.

"Leave the treasure and ......"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of all the demons in Ancient Ape City changed greatly, and their eyes showed fear.

Hurriedly took out all the treasures from the storage bag and put them on the ground tremblingly.

In his heart, he even thought that a wandering demon the size of a human head would make Gong Wu and Chu Wu monks so difficult.

Then this dense and invisible, wandering demon is simply a huge disaster for all the monks who come to the tomb.

Looking at them who fled in the wilderness, Meng Yang's face was cold, and he waved his sleeves and took them all away.

Then his gaze fell on Rong Tai, who was in the forbidden and trembling and didn't dare to raise his head.

"I don't like to talk nonsense, leave treasures, get out of the way ..."

Rong Tai's complexion changed greatly, and he secretly complained in his heart, and the fear that surged uncontrollably in his heart.

It wasn't until Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the prohibition around him that he gradually felt a little comforted.

But before he could react, Meng Yang's body, who was standing in the distance, shook slightly.

It was like a ghost, directly through the prohibition, grabbed Rong Tai's neck, and lifted it up.

This scene made Rong Tai like a lightning strike, and he was shocked and said: "This, how is this possible..."

Feeling the big hand on his neck that was getting heavier and heavier, Rong Tai's face turned pale, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

When the blood blurted out, it instantly condensed a finger-sized sharp cone and suddenly stabbed towards Meng Yang's eyebrows.

Meng Yang's face was as usual, looking at the blood cone that was getting closer and closer, and he didn't move.

I saw a black lotus flower that bloomed in an instant, suddenly appeared from Meng Yang's body, and directly shook the blood cone.

Rong Tai trembled, his eyes showed more fear, and he was about to start, when his face suddenly changed.

With a crackling sound, Rong Tai spit out his blood-stained tongue and screamed.

His head tilted, and his consciousness suddenly fell into boundless darkness.

"Yin Valley City, Ancient Ape City, this is the territory of the Ancient Burial Old Earth Black Curtain Area, the other two cities of the Six Cities!"

After collecting the information, the corpse of the demon barbarian that Meng Yang was holding in the palm of his right hand was still on the ground, and then he made a move.

A bowl-shaped magic weapon, a dagger with a flowing arc throughout.

There were also thousands of spirit stones, which immediately flew out of this demon barbarian storage bag and landed in front of them.

After putting away the two magic weapons, Meng Yang listened to the information of increasing wealth, and counted the points on his chest.

Under the gravitational force of the spiritual power condensed, I saw drops of blood spilling from Rong Tai's body, constantly floating.

Then, it stagnated three feet in the air, condensed into a fist-sized blood ball.

At the same time, a strong smell of blood spread violently to all directions at a speed like a tidal wave.

The rich smell of blood diffused in all directions, and Meng Yang caused the roars of all the wandering demons within a few miles.

The black mist that kept coming from a crazy distance made all the monks' faces change drastically, and they stared towards the sky above their heads.

They don't know how many of these scenes they've seen.

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The wandering demons that kept rushing into the distance were as if someone was calling them.

Under the great shock of their hearts, all kinds of conjectures, like electric flints, kept emerging in their hearts.

For the remains in the tomb, Meng Yang did not have any interest.

His only thought now is to become stronger, to keep getting stronger, and to become stronger in various ways.

After the Nine Xuangong Method Three Gong, let yourself break through the palace martial arts, or reach the level of breaking through the palace martial arts.

Under the shroud of dead air, two rays of essence flashed in Meng Yang's eyes.

Without saying a word, he immediately meditated cross-legged and continued to devour the demons that pounced.

After half a pillar of incense, Meng Yang stood up again.

With a flick of his sleeves, the back filled with dead air gradually moved towards the center of the tomb.

He has recognized from the bottom of his heart the rules of survival that Rao Tianhuang taught him.

That is, "ruthless" and never soft on the enemy.

It is only under the guidance of strong obsession that the monk will become stronger and stronger.

As long as he can become stronger, Meng Yang believes that everything is enough.

Meng Yang, who had already arrived in the center of the Tomb Ancient Giant South City, immediately put away the dead air that filled the sky, and walked forward with a cold look in his eyes.

Along the way, all the wandering demons who pounced were screaming in horror and were swallowed by Meng Yang in one gulp.

Finally, the pure energy is refined, fused in the Death Qi Xuandan, and the stability of the Xuandan is consolidated.

The aura of the early stage of the first martial arts also continued to grow stronger with the time that passed quietly in the tomb ancient.

It seemed to be getting closer and closer to the invisible barrier.

"Eh, this is..."

Suddenly, Meng Yang's expression moved slightly, and he paused, staring at the brightness in the distance galloping in the night.

At the end of his gaze, there was a bright light that swept through the air.

Behind him, there were more than a dozen demonic monks who were chasing after them.

Under the powerful perception of the death qi, Meng Yang also found that behind this demon barbarian, there were still many wandering demons chasing after him.

"To go or not to go?" Meng Yang squinted his eyes in a deep groan.

"Actually, it's okay to have fun!" suddenly Meng Yang hooked the corners of his mouth and stepped on his feet.

The moment the stone rock cracked under his feet, the person had disappeared in place.

The demons were about to catch up with the fleeing treasure, and at this moment.

Suddenly, a black hand appeared in the sky, grabbed the treasure at a faster speed, and pulled it to the ground.

The rich death aura scattered in the black hand made all the pursuing demons immediately stop in the air in shock.

Gazing in the direction where the black hand had left, he suddenly saw a young man with a cold face, a lifeless breath, feet on his forehead, and a hideous barbaric face, grabbed the treasure and looked at it.

This young man is not Meng Yang, who else can he be.

He glanced at the treasure in his hand lightly, and couldn't help but look strange.

Because the treasure in the hand is not a weapon, but a token.

On this token is also engraved a celestial character that exudes a strange aura.

Although the smell is very light, there is warmth in it.

The bursts of extreme glow and color also overflowed from this heavenly word.

Meng Yang was puzzled, and the group of demon barbarians who had been chasing this treasure for no longer knew how long they were angry.

But because the aura overflowing from Meng Yang's body was extremely powerful, they only dared to be angry, but they didn't dare to speak.

Just when Meng Yang was observing what the token in his hand was, the chasing wandering demon was suddenly attracted by the light scattered in Meng Yang's hand, and rushed towards Meng Yang.

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The sucking force that fell on Meng Yang's body in that moment made the doubts in Meng Yang's eyes gradually replaced by a cold glow.

When the other demons saw this scene, they all sneered secretly.

Even in his heart, he foresaw the scene of Meng Yang screaming and kneeling on the ground, being sucked out of his soul blood by the wandering demons.

"I don't know whether to live or die...", Meng Yang raised his head violently, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, staring at the wandering demon.

Immediately after that, a huge amount of dead qi overflowed from his body, and immediately turned into a human face, swallowing the same towards several wandering demons, and those wandering demons changed their faces, and let out bursts of scalp-numbing hissing sounds like seeing natural enemies, and fled back frantically.

Before they could escape a few meters, the wandering demon turned back as if weightless, and was swallowed by Meng Yang one by one.

The spirit was shocked, and a terrifying death aura centered on Meng Yang swept wildly around, but it was instantly retracted by Meng Yang.

In the blink of an eye, many monks in the sky were shocked, and their eyes were frightened, and they fled backwards desperately.

"Escape ?..."

Meng Yang, whose face was still cold, glanced slightly, waved his sleeves and slapped at a few people.

The dead qi that was withdrawn into Meng Yang's body overflowed from Meng Yang's body again at that time, turned into a big hand, and fell from the sky.

As Meng Yang continued to release the dead qi in the dantian spiritual sea, the big hand that fell became bigger and bigger.

The scene with Meng Yang's release of dead qi to devour the wandering demons just now is simply the difference between heaven and earth.

It also gave rise to a sense of despair in the hearts of the people who fled.

Under this rich death aura, let alone fleeing, even your life can't be saved.

But just as the big hand of death qi was about to fall on them, a terrifying aura that frightened Meng Yang suddenly fell.

The majestic spiritual power turned into a light curtain, and it actually blocked the momentum of the death qi hand falling.

Meng Yang snorted coldly, and the dead qi in the dantian spiritual sea was released desperately.

The ten-meter big hand spread to twenty meters in an instant, pressing the light curtain to crack inch by inch.

"Barbarian friend, there is no malice in the next place, can you let go of the little man under the door, treasures, you can bring them..."

As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged demon in a green robe came into the air, one step of a hundred meters, and instantly came to this world.

He stared at the big dead hand that was twenty meters away, and the surprise in his eyes was even greater.

Especially when you sense this lifeless hand, there is still a driving force to expand. couldn't help but bow his head, and took a deep look at Meng Yang, who had a cold look in his eyes and did not have the slightest fear.

Meng Yang, who was squinting his eyes, sensed the middle-aged demon barbarian in the green robe, and the surging and majestic peak aura of the Palace Martial Realm on his body, without saying a word, he simply withdrew his big hand, withdrew his dead air, and stared at the other party tightly.

Meng Yang knew in his heart that the other party must have sensed that he was not a palace martial existence.

But he still spoke softly, called him a brute friend, and put him in the same position, which was regarded as an acknowledgment of his strength.

Obviously, he was afraid of the death qi on Meng Yang's body, otherwise, a beginner martial cultivator like Meng Yang, even if it was an existence of the Junior Martial Great Perfection, he could pinch more than a dozen with one hand, how could he care about his position.

Taking a deep look at Meng Yang, who had no emotional fluctuations, the middle-aged man in the green robe smiled slightly.

Then with a wave of his big sleeves, he rolled up more than a dozen demonic barbarians who had lost their souls, and immediately left into the distance.

Looking at the back of the middle-aged man in the green robe who disappeared from his eyes, Meng Yang retracted his gaze and immediately walked away in the direction of the other side.

The mind about snatching treasures is not so heavy anymore.

Simply, Meng Yang ignored the others, found a no-man's land, and sacrificed his essence blood again.

With a chill in his eyes, he stared at the wandering demon who came by hearing the wind, and continued to devour, cultivating and consolidating, and dying in the Xuandan.

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