"Looking for death..."Meng Yang's face sank, and his spiritual sense was agitated and spread.

Death lightning slammed into the Shou King's body with the power of the heavens and the earth cracking.

Before the first king could react, his spiritual sense instantly shrank.

The monstrous black flames emanating from his body then dimmed.

His eyes were frightened, and his face was painful and he retreated behind him.

But he still underestimated the power of black lightning under the constraint bonus of the Thousand Soul Pan.

The sound of red-hot steel soaking in water in an instant appeared from the Shou King.

Under the loud scream, the entire face of the first king was twisted together in pain.

The moment the green smoke floated from his body, his spiritual sense immediately suffered a heavy blow and became sluggish.

This miserable roar not only made the entire Thousand Souls Pan space shake and shake.

Even the souls of the dead hiding in the corner in the distance seemed to feel the same way, and all of them hissed in pain.

The cold mangs in Meng Yang's eyes were not less, but more.

The lightning of death under the control of the spiritual sense continued to roar in the body of the first king.

After only three breaths, the first king, who was still arrogant before, not only trembled all over, but begged for mercy and fear.

Even his body had nearly doubled, and his primordial spirit was on the verge of collapse.

If it continues, even if this king does not die, the realm will surely fall.

Seeing that the lesson was enough, Meng Yang snorted coldly, beckoned, and the death lightning reversed from the body of the first king.

Wrapped around the index finger of his left hand, he slowly fell silent, but the fear that remained in the heart of the first king did not dissipate.

Originally, he planned to make the first king advance to the middle stage of gathering martial arts in one fell swoop, but after this incident, Meng Yang was a little hesitant.

If he really let the first king advance to the middle stage of gathering martial arts, then at that time, even if he uses the binding power of the Thousand Soul Pan to make the death lightning more powerful, it will be difficult to cause damage to the first king.

At that time, the Thousand Soul Pan will not only become a hot potato, but even have to be careful of the backlash of the first king.

Although he is not afraid, it is not a joke that he has spent so much realm power and so many souls, and finally cultivates an evil spirit that wants to devour his master at every turn.

Looking at the first king who was also shrinking in the exchange and didn't dare to look directly at him, Meng Yang snorted coldly again, waved his sleeves, and withdrew from the Thousand Souls space. Sitting cross-legged, his body moved slightly, and when he opened his eyes, his face was indescribably gloomy.

"It seems that the souls in this Thousand Souls are even more difficult to control than I imagined. ”

"Although the first king's spiritual sense has increased greatly, he is no longer as good as before, and he only knows how to command the souls of the dead. ”

"Even if you kill this first king and re-cultivate a new first king, I'm afraid that the same scene will occur now..."

Thinking of this, Meng Yang sighed secretly, his eyes flickered, and he continued to mutter: "It seems that you can only take one step at a time." ”

"This Thousand Soul Pan, if you continue to cultivate, you will be against people at that time, gather thousands of revenant souls to condense the revenant soul giant, and attack yourself instead of attacking the enemy, even if it is a dead lightning at that time, I am afraid that you will not be able to suppress the other party. ”

As soon as the words fell, Meng Yang, not hesitating, flicked the embroidered spring knife on his waist, and immediately fled in the direction of the exit.

Thousands of miles away, Wu Pengjing, who had been standing for more than half a month, stared at the teleportation array in front of him with a gloomy face, and did not dare to sell his steps to step into it, and now in this void space, six years have passed, and there are still four years left.

In the past six years, from the very beginning of the extraterritorial battlefield, the Thunder Stone Bridge, the Sandworm Desert, the Forbidden Snow Peak, to the current dead air space, it can be said that it is more dangerous layer by layer, and the more than 100 true martial arts at the beginning, here are less than five people left.

And Fuzong, who attracted his special attention, suddenly disappeared a few months ago.

Thinking of this, the cautious hesitation in Wu Pengjing's eyes became even stronger.

If it weren't for the strange aura of Taizhen Hui Muyin, I'm afraid he would have died in this dead space.

At this moment, even if he stood in front of the teleportation entrance and hesitated for a long time, he didn't dare to step on it.

Not to mention that the serious injuries suffered by the Death Qi Corrosion have not yet recovered, judging from his induction alone, he was the first to come to this teleportation entrance, and no one had appeared before him, and even this teleportation array did not have any monk's breath left.

Once you step into this teleportation array, what if the next floor is even more dangerous than here?

In the past six years, he has gained a lot, and with the help of the strangeness of his spiritual sense, he has found many dead Zhenwu corpses.

Of course, there were also some existences that attacked him, and they were also killed one by one by the strange exercises he cultivated.

Even if he escaped, he would be chased and killed by him under the tracking of his spiritual sense, and he was not worried about Meng Yang at some point.

Although the two are in a contract, he thinks that Meng Yang has always been on the Thunder Stone Bridge, as long as he is smart, he will naturally leave after waiting for ten years, so he admires Meng Yang's boldness in addition to praising Meng Yang's ruthlessness and decisiveness.

dared to bargain with Zhenwu in the later period, even when Wu Pengjing was in the palace martial period, he didn't dare to do so, which shows how bold Meng Yang is.

Of course, what made Wu Pengjing even more admired was that the forbidden manufacturing of this palace martial junior could be described as unpredictable and superb, and the prohibition that was enough to kill the existence of the late stage of Zhenwu was not only broken in half an hour under Meng Yang, but also controlled and used.

What surprised Wu Pengjing the most was that Meng Yang even used more difficult means to repair the prohibition and coerce him, so he had no choice but to sign a contract.

Originally, he felt that with his cultivation of becoming a half-step great master, he would lose his identity to sign a contract with a junior who had just stepped into the palace martial arts period, but the wisdom and means shown by Meng Yang afterwards made Wu Pengjing suddenly feel sorry for his talents.

Because this kind of person, no matter where he is, will eventually become a strong person.

It is better to be a friend than an enemy than to be a friend.

In addition, Meng Yang's talent and extraordinaryness were enough for him to look at him differently, and he would naturally be relieved when he thought of this.

Now he is wandering at the teleportation entrance, in fact, in addition to being afraid that the next layer will be more dangerous, he is still waiting for other real weapons.

There are not many True Martial Monks who have come here, and the competition between them has long been so small that it is negligible.

The best soul-level treasure, he already has seven storage rings.

What should be obtained has been obtained, and what should not be obtained, there is no need to kill each other.

So he was waiting, waiting for someone else to show up.

Those who can survive are not holding on to contention.

It's about surviving, it's about continuing to live, it's about getting out of here.

If you cooperate with other people who have rushed here, then you will naturally have more confidence in breaking into the next layer of space.

Thousands of miles away from here, Zhen Qianyu, who was immortal, looked into the distance with a pale face.

And Shi Yang, who has been protecting her, is nowhere to be found,

After staring at it for a while, Zhen Qianyu's beautiful purple eyes filled with cold glow looked into his palm.

In her slender jade-like palm, there was a token, a token tattooed with the word general.

Seeing this token, a rare trace of grief flashed in Zhen Qianyu's eyes.

She bit her red lip tightly, her face showed determination, and she grabbed the token in her hand tightly, and continued to fly in the direction of the sense.

The spiritual shield that maintained his body was constantly corroded by the dead air, and many cracks had appeared.

But before he could wait long, the spirit shield was corroded by death gas with a crisp sound.

A large amount of dead air penetrated in, causing a trace of panic to flash on Zhen Qianyuqiao's face.

With little spiritual power left in her body, her eyes flashed, and she suddenly exhaled like an orchid, and opened her mouth to squirt.

A ball that emitted a blue halo instantly appeared from her mouth.

Immediately after that, a flower glowing with blue flames suddenly flickered out as the beads shattered.

The large amount of dead qi that had penetrated into the spirit shield seemed to be pulled by some kind of energy, and it instantly hit the blue flame.

But when he saw the dead air, he immediately snorted, and green smoke rose up, and the dead air that drilled into it instantly reversed and returned, as if he had encountered a natural enemy, and fled towards the gap.

At this moment, Zhen Qianyu raised her jade hand, pinched her fingers and waved, and the spirit shield that had cracked the gap instantly recovered as before under the injection of spiritual power. At the same time, she swallowed back the blue flame, her expression slightly painful, and she gasped for breath.

As she gasped, a trace of blood was left on the corner of her red lips, but she immediately erased it.

Just as she was about to speed up her flight, she suddenly changed color slightly, raised her jade face sharply, and looked back.

Staring, he saw a man.

A young man of about 20 years old, dressed in a green shirt and with a single knife on his feet, was approaching here at a very fast speed.

The young man's expression was cold, his eyes were indifferent, and his face was vaguely ruthless.

Under the dead air that covers the sky, it is like a dragon wandering in it, shining and shining.

The energy emanating from that body, under the spread of the circular ripples, caused countless dead qi along the way to retreat one after another, not daring to approach.

"It's him, how can he ..." Zhen Qianyu frowned, and her beautiful eyes flashed in surprise.

When looking at Meng Yang, Meng Yang also discovered the existence of Zhen Qianyu early.

This Zhenwu woman, who amazed him at the beginning, looks haggard at the moment, the corners of her eyes seem to be stained with tears, and her frowning autumn eyebrows are filled with sadness, which makes this woman look a little less ice clear at the moment, and more poignant and pityful.

With the flight, Meng Yang quickly overtook him, leaving the two separated by only a thousand feet.

He glanced up at Zhen Qianyu, ignored it, and continued to sweep forward.

As for the sad color in this beautiful woman's eyes, Meng Yang learned the cause a few days ago.

The token that Zhen Qianyu held tightly in her hand was not a magic weapon, but the identity jade plate of the protector Shi Yang.

In order to protect Zhen Qianyu, this Shi Yang did not hesitate to sacrifice her life and protect her through the area with the strongest life.

However, Shi Yang, who was already seriously injured, was seriously injured by Daoji, and he could no longer hold on to die on the spot.

As Shi Yang, who has been cultivated by the Nine Shadows Sect since he was a child to protect the holy woman, the holy woman is heaven and earth in his heart.

Everything about the saint is everything to him, the sorrow of the saint is his sorrow, the hatred of the saint is also his hatred, the only difference is that he loves the saint, but he does not dare to express it.

When Shi Yang protected Zhen Qianyu with his own life, even if Meng Yang was under the investigation of his dead spirit, he couldn't bear to be moved.

Seeing Zhen Qianyu at this moment, Meng Yang was also quite touched, but he also knew that if it weren't for the fact that the other party was also seriously injured and his realm fell, a palace martial artist like him would not be taken into his eyes at all, so he kept jumping over the other side and flying forward.

Even, because of the cautious character of the tough man of steel, even the hand in the sleeve robe happened to be executed early.

As long as this woman sneaks up, he immediately fights back frantically.

will not have any hesitation because of this woman's beauty.