The strength of the early stage of Zhenwu fell to the Heavenly Fetus Realm in an instant.

The dantian Linghai is exactly the same as Fuzong's, and the true martial arts base baby with a silver-white light all over his body.

His face was even more painful, and his whole body trembled, but then, under the sound of a bang, it was divided into two.

When a violent spiritual power rushed out, Fuzong's eyes widened, his pupils bulged, and his face was like ashes.

When his body shrank rapidly, the existence of two true martial arts in his body opened his mouth and spit out a ball of soul fire.

At the same time, Fu Zong's eyes showed a venomous resentment and glanced at Meng Yang's lifeless face, and he pinched himself on the spot.

Suddenly, Meng Yang, who had not moved, suddenly opened a pair of all-encompassing cold eyes.

As soon as his left hand was raised, the strange aura was vented and surged, and a black lightning bolt suddenly shot out from Meng Yang's raised finger.

As soon as this black lightning came out, it instantly crossed a distance of thousands of miles and went straight to Fuzong, and all the approaching dead qi retreated.

The moment when he passed through the layers of forbidden formations through the gap of the forbidden spirit shield and drilled into the center of Fuzong's eyebrows.

Suddenly, Fuzong trembled, and while the self-detonation technique was imprisoned, he vomited blood in his mouth.

A loud bang roared in his mind, causing his mind to stir and trance, forming a barb.

As soon as the barb appeared, it pierced through the Linghai Fuzong Dantian Linghai, and stabbed it on the baby's Dao base.

In an instant, before Fuzong's screams could be issued, his sturdy body instantly dried up into skin and bones.

And the soul that was stabbed and ready to perform a self-explosion came out of the body directly.

Following Meng Yang's summons, he faintly disappeared into the black fog.

As for the other one, it disappeared out of thin air with a strange method that Meng Yang couldn't detect.

At the same time, Fuzong's eyes immediately became blank, and his middle-aged face instantly turned into an old man in the morning and twilight, and fell to the ground.

Together with the True Martial Infant that had been split out in his body, at this time, it was also exhausted and collapsed and disappeared.

The moment the dead qi poured in, it wrapped Fuzong's entire body.

Then, an eyeball dripping with blood was pushed out of the spirit shield by a cloud of dead air.

As the lifeless face vanished, the eyeballs immediately flew to one place.

Feeling the end of his life, Meng Yang closed his eyes and was silent.

If it weren't for Fuzong's serious injury, and in such a lifeless space that was beneficial to him, it would be difficult to kill the other party.

But when he really killed the other party, there was no trace of excitement in his heart, but unreal complicated feelings.

It feels like an ant trying to kill an elephant without any effort to kill it, but the elephant was really killed by the ants.

Then the ant will definitely not be excited, but will wonder if he is killing an elephant after all.

In addition, Meng Yang also put a question mark on whether Fuzong was really dead.

He had the impression that the existence of true martial arts would not be so easy to be killed.

At this moment, the dawn flashed in the sky, and there was a rainbow in it, which made Meng Yang open his eyes and immediately pinch the law.

When the blood moon appeared behind him, black lightning flew from the sky, hooked Fuzong Zhenwu, and disappeared in the blood moon.

At the same time, a belated cloud of black dead qi, dragging a pair of bloodshot eyes, flew in front of Meng Yang.

Looking at this strange eyeball, Meng Yang raised his head and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, he didn't hesitate to reach out and grasp it like a palm, and the dead qi around him retreated and scattered, and the eyeball lying in his palm suddenly twisted and squirmed in a strange way under the injection of Meng Yang's spiritual power.

The whole process is like a snail shedding its shell, gathering into a bead in just a cup of tea.

There is a strange light looming in it, flashing and flashing, which makes people feel terrible.

Meng Yang didn't say a word, and as he stepped on the palm of his hand, he slapped the refined eyeball in his hand into his right eye.

The stinging pain made his forehead suddenly secrete a lot of cold sweat, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

With a muffled snort, he opened his right eye, and the blood slashed across his cheek from the open eye, and when he dripped from his chin to the ground, the entire pupil suddenly shook, and two black forbidden lines ran through the miniature, and then an unpredictable evil aura instantly spread out from Meng Yang's forbidden eye, which was daunting.

If it is said before, Meng Yang's forbidden eyes are enough to see through most of the prohibitions.

At this moment, he can directly pass through the prohibition without the help of any means.

Even, under the two forbidden lines, he is a prohibition, and he can be integrated into any prohibition.

From the time he cultivated a pair of forbidden eyes, the awakened perception in his mind had already told him that the forbidden eyes could not only devour each other, but even devour the forbidden and enhance their power, which was also the reason why he targeted Fuzong after he found out that Zu Liren had disappeared.

Wiping the blood from his cheeks and dispersing the blood moon of the dead soul behind him, Meng Yang closed his eyes slightly and opened them again.

Under the rotation, the forbidden eye immediately returned to normal, and immediately after, Meng Yang immediately flew in the direction where Wu Pengjing left.

This dead air space can't be teleported, for Meng Yang, who doesn't need to resist dead air all the time, it is a matter of time before he catches up with Wu Pengjing, as for Zhen Qianyu and Shi Yang, Meng Yang doesn't have an idea for the time being, because he can always feel a sense of threat in the two of them.

And this threat made him think about it very frightened, and he didn't dare to act rashly without being completely sure.

In addition, he also sensed a phenomenon, that is, this dead space, and there was a feeling of déjà vu.

This feeling has not been thought about since he first came here, and now that he is thinking about it, it feels more and more strange.

And this kind of weirdness is not the same as how he felt in the nine corpse hidden corpse towers of the Three Corpses City Sect.

Thinking of this, he stared at a certain location in the distance, and a bold idea suddenly appeared in his heart.

His face was gloomy and uncertain, and he immediately flew towards the place of spiritual sense.

This location is not a dangerous place, or a place for Tibetans, but a huge pit.

There is also a wide slit in the two rocky rocks that are next to each other, so that there is nothing else strange about it.

In just a few breaths, Meng Yang's figure appeared here.

He glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze and walked to the gap between the two rocks and sat cross-legged.

Under the words in his mouth, he flicked his sleeves, and the thousand soul pan was inserted in front of him under the whirring sound.

Immediately after, Meng Yang exuded his spiritual sense and plunged into the Pan Banner, and his spiritual sense condensed, standing in the void, staring at the first king who flew towards him in the distance. The other revenants sensed the sudden appearance of the dominant aura in the Panqi space, and fled in all directions in fright, hiding in the corner and shivering.

Meng Yang coldly stared at the first king, who was more full of agility before, and asked in a deep voice.

"If you are given the soul of the late stage of True Martial Arts at this moment, you may devour it?"

The condensed face of the first king stopped five meters away from Meng Yang.

Hearing Meng Yang's words, a trace of shock suddenly appeared on his face, his expression struggled slightly, and he shook his head.

Seeing this, Meng Yang shook his head with a little disappointment and continued.

"If I divide the True Martial Barbarian Soul into ten points, you may devour it?"

As soon as the words fell, before the first king could answer, he saw a flash of light suddenly flash in the first king's eyes.

Without saying a word, Meng Yang immediately pinched the seal with his hand, summoned the blood moon, and with the pupil of his right eye turning, the forbidden eye was immediately opened.

But in the middle of the blood moon, ten black chains filled with powerful forbidden power suddenly descended.

Under the screams of Fuzong's soul, this chain ran through and tied up on the land of the blood moon, binding Fuzong's soul.

At the same time, a blood-red meteor shot out from a distance at great speed, and in the blink of an eye, it cut off one of the soul's arms.

Under the fierce roar of the soul, Meng Yang pulled it out and put it in front of the first king.

The first king's face was overjoyed, his eyes were bright, and he opened his mouth to swallow the soul arm of the sect.

As the cold aura emerged, the condensed face of the first king was suddenly supported and collapsed under the power of this huge and furious soul.

But in the cracked face, there was a red glow that seemed to be able to cut through him, faintly shimmering.

Meng Yang's complexion changed, his eyes were gloomy, and he didn't say a word, and raised his hand to point.

Under the black lightning attack, the blood-red rainbow that was about to burst the first king instantly dimmed in the scream.

Then, at a faster pace, it fell into dead silence and ceased to appear.

Meng Yang didn't dare to be careless, his eyes were cold, and he stared at the first king.

The spiritual sense was transmitted, and the first king, whose face was painful, continued to devour.

His face was as usual, and while Meng Yang breathed a sigh of relief, he was surprised in his heart.

Fuzong, whose realm was low to the late stage of the Heavenly Fetus, was full of soul power in one of his arms, even if he was the first king of the peak of the late stage of Gongwu, he was almost on the verge of collapse, and this was still his attitude of giving it a try.

If he really divides Fuzong's soul into two, I am afraid that in just that moment, even he can directly support the first king before he can react.

This arm alone possessed a peak realm that was not weaker than the Fusion Body, which really shocked Meng Yang.

Meng Yang, who was calculating the time, waited for ten minutes to pass, and immediately stared at the reaction of the first king.

But seeing that the first king opened his eyes fiercely, and under the dark red light, the aura of the early stage of gathering martial arts suddenly overflowed.

At the same time, the other revenant, which also existed in the early stage of the martial arts, immediately separated from the first king.

Falling down, flee into the distance. Meng Yang looked carefully and found that the separated soul did not have any spiritual existence.

can be promoted to the first king of true martial arts, but it is different, the condensed face is not only clearer, but even the essence in his eyes makes Meng Yang temporarily think that this first king is not devouring, absorbing all the spiritual wisdom of Fuzong.

The first king, who didn't dare to look directly before, is now not only greatly strengthened, but also has a stronger aura.

Even in the eyes that looked at him, there was no fear.

staring at his face, there was even this provocative color.

The strength of the Thousand Soul Pan Head King has increased greatly, and he can naturally feel that the binding force from Meng Yang on him is slowly weakening.

In front of him before, it was as if he had seen the master, making him suffer from the powerful pressure from Meng Yang all the time.

But now, advanced to become a martial arts existence, he has not only become smarter.

He also sensed the coercion of the master in front of him, and he was not even as powerful as the Gathering Martial Soul that he had just split.

This made him temporarily appear a kind of resistance in his heart, resisting the strong binding force from the Thousand Soul Pan on him.

Whether the Thousand Souls Pan is strong or not, in addition to looking at the strength of the first king in the Pan Banner, the most important thing is to see the cultivation of the person who controls this Pan.

The stronger the cultivation strength, the stronger the binding force of the natural Panzhong formation prohibition on the souls of the dead.

But once the first king surpasses the cultivation of the person in control, he will almost always suffer the backlash from the soul of the dead in the pan.

And Meng Yang was also clear, especially when he saw the look of resistance and provocation in the eyes of the first king, his face immediately became gloomy.

If it weren't for the sake of leaving the dead space and giving himself more certainty, Meng Yang would never have let the Thousand Soul Pan Head King become a Juwu without advancing to become a martial artist.

But the last thing he wanted to see happened.

The first king sensed that Meng Yang's cultivation was not as strong as him, and he definitely wanted to break away from his restraint and control.

That's it, but in the eyes of the first king, Meng Yang actually saw a desire to devour him.

The biting chill mixed with desire, which completely broke through Meng Yang's bottom line, made him murderous.