Han Liang's complexion changed suddenly, and he raised his right hand to slap the storage ring while exploding.

He saw a sigil that sprinkled intense energy, with a glittering blue glow, caught between his fingers.

But seeing that after the sigil was continuously injected with spiritual power by Han Liang, green symbols appeared all over the body.

These symbols that emitted green light kept flickering, as if they had come to life, making the corners of Han Liang's mouth appear with a sinister smile.

Meng Yang's face was still cold, and he threw the Yuan Shen in his hand, which was still dripping blood, directly into the mouth of the Crossing Demon.

Immediately, his footsteps paused, and he took seven steps in the air, and appeared directly outside Han Liang's kilometers.

Along the way, all the Juwu existences that blocked Meng Yang's straight line were all taken away by Meng Yangsheng and exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

This terrifying scene made Han Liang not hesitate and directly sacrifice the talisman in his hand.

As soon as this sigil came out, it exploded against the wind, and under a burst of green flashes, it directly expanded, reaching a radius of ten meters.

The symbols on it also broke under the sound of crumbling.

Those intertwined rules, because of the collapse of the symbols, exuded an evil aura as thick as blood.

Meng Yang's face was still calm, and there was still no turmoil in his heart.

From the moment Han Liang sacrificed this sigil, Du Hui had already seen clearly that in this sigil that sprinkled green light, this kind of fierce creature had actually been sealed, and the strength of this fierce creature was between the peak of gathering martial arts and the realm of melting the body.

Before its aura could completely diffuse, it made many other martial arts cultivators feel a strong fear in their hearts.

It may be that the ancient curtain demon barbarian monk has rarely been touched. But the aura of this fierce thing, Meng Yang has appeared in the memory inheritance of Xuyang Suoyuan, it is an extremely primitive fierce thing, called Qi Beast, a fierce beast that can change anything at any time.

They speak out, but they live to devour dreams, and they are powerful.

It can be said that if this murderous creature is in the body, then every day, as long as someone closes their eyes, they will fall into a nightmare that is extremely cruel and terrifying, especially since this beast has no body at all, or in other words, the body is a black cloud.

If it weren't for the means specifically targeting him, it would be even more difficult to capture them alive by ordinary means than to ascend to the sky.

Moreover, this murderous thing, the environment of survival, no matter how harsh, can exist for a long time. Whether it is a human, a spirit animal, or a monk of other races, as long as the cultivation reaches the middle stage of the early martial arts, all of them are the target of this thing.

To tell the truth, when Meng Yang got that this thing was a Qi Beast, he didn't have any fear and anxiety in his heart, but there was still a trace of excitement, this Qi Beast, for other monks, may be like a parasite, attached to the body, not only devouring your life every moment of the day, consuming your experience, but also sucking away your soul.

But for Meng Yang, who is the rising sun, it is simply a great supplement.

Maybe even Han Liang didn't know that this kind of cloud beast called Qi Beast was a kind of food that the children of the Xuyang clan had to eat, not to mention that the Qi Beast attacked Meng Yang, at the moment when the symbol sealing the Qi Beast collapsed when the rune was sacrificed, the Qi beast hidden in the rune did not come out dead or alive the moment it sensed Meng Yang's breath.

Regardless of how Han Liang injected spiritual power and forced him to manifest himself by strange means, the Qi beast hidden in the sigil was still immovable except for screaming in horror.

Han Liang's face turned pale instantly, and in his eyes when he looked at Meng Yang, in addition to the color of Sen Ran, there was also a look of resentment.

That's a burst

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The frightened screams coming from the sigil made Han Liang's face even more gloomy at this moment.

Meng Yang sneered in his heart, quietly looking at Han Liang who kept casting spells to force out the Qi Beast, but dozens of breaths passed, Han Liang's heart became heavier and heavier, this Qi Beast faced the Fusion Body Realm cultivators, and dared to fight, and in front of this young man who had just broken through the early stage of Gathering Martial Arts, such a scene appeared, not to mention Han Liang, even other Gathering Martial Beings, seeing this scene, they couldn't help but be shocked.

But in the process of their consternation, their fear of Meng Yang became even stronger.

Especially when they looked at Meng Yang, they quickly lowered their heads.

No matter whether Meng Yang is dead or alive today, the shadow he brings to Juwu may linger forever in this life.

Although they didn't know who Meng Yang was and what race he was.

But Han Liang's face and fame, not to mention the Northern Region of the Ancient Curtain, even in the entire Four Domains of the Ancient Curtain, are also ranked first.

But now, in the face of this young man in the early stage of gathering martial arts, he was helpless, and even a lot of fine sweat was secreting from his forehead, and his face was getting more and more pale, seeing the Qi beast in the sigil, even if the spirit body that was tortured by himself almost collapsed, the scene did not appear, completely made Han Liang give up his plan to use the Qi beast to fight Meng Yang.

No need for beasts, what other means does he have, sweeping the surrounding martial arts monks who consciously lowered their heads, Han Liang finally put his eyes on Meng Yang's face who had been sneering, and when his heart retreated, he pretended to be calm, his eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice: "Daoyou's methods are too cruel, no matter who Daoyou is, bullying us like this, isn't it possible to see that there is no one in our ancient curtain?"

Meng Yang was already lazy to say a word of nonsense to this kind of cheeky person, but in front of many ancient curtain demon barbarian monks who dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, as soon as this person's words came out, Meng Yang's murderous intent was completely aroused, even if he was not worried about the crowd, but what should be done must be done.

Because he is not strong enough to face the qualifications of anyone to dare to fight.

With a calm face, he glanced at Han Liang with a mocking look in his eyes.

Without any emotional fluctuations, he said, "I'll only count three times, and after three times, if you're still in front of me...... Die!"

As soon as the word dead came out, a wave of killing intent suddenly swept in like a raging storm.

Han Liang's face turned pale. While gritting his teeth to resist the powerful coercion spread on Meng Yang's body, his eyes looked directly at Meng Yang.

There was no fear in the expression of his face.

But at the moment, Meng Yang saw that the heart in Han Liang's body, who was pretending to be calm, was beating wildly.

"One..."

Han Liang's pupils shrank suddenly, and a majestic spiritual power suddenly appeared in his body, looking at Meng Yang's eyes, in addition to strong unwillingness, there was a trace of poisonous resentment, how could he have been, he Han Liang Han Mo, under the threat of a young man in the early stage of martial arts, was terrified, which made him feel a sense of humiliation, a sense of hatred that he wanted to swallow Meng Yang alive.

"Two..."Meng Yang's gaze became colder and colder, and the power of the Rising Sun released in his body was even more full of terrifying power that disintegrated everything and destroyed Han Liang's heart.

Regardless of whether Han Liang escaped or not, Meng Yang had already decided in his heart that he wanted to kill the other party.

The reason for giving the other party three breaths time is to humiliate the other party in front of the many martial artists in the ancient curtain.

Because Meng Yang was confident, the moment the other party fled, he would be killed in an instant.

"Three..."

As soon as this word fell, Han Liang's complexion, who was pretending to be calm, finally changed greatly. While his pupils shrank sharply, he waited to see Meng Yang slowly

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The moment he raised his left hand, he couldn't stand the monstrous killing intent that seemed to be able to destroy everything in his heart, and immediately grabbed the magic with his hand and used teleportation to escape.

He didn't know why he was afraid of an existence who had just broken through the early stage of the Gathering Martial Arts.

But his sixth sense told him that if he didn't leave, he would really be in trouble.

The feeling of suffocation that emerged from the bottom of his heart made his brain blank at the moment, and he was still fleeing in his heart.

As he silently chanted the spell, the void behind him also squirmed in the agitation.

Then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, a circle of blue vortices glowing with the breath of space was formed.

After this vortex appeared, a powerful suction force immediately spread within it, enveloping Han Liang's body.

Han Liang's eyes were revealed, he glanced at Meng Yang, raised his left foot, and stepped in.

was about to turn around and taunt, but he just saw Meng Yang with a sneer on his face, and suddenly raised his right hand is a finger.

Black lightning suddenly moved, and in an instant, the heavens and the earth were once again shrouded in a monstrous coercion.

The faces of the countless demonic barbarians around him changed color in unison, making Han Liang, who had stepped into the whirlpool, look frightened again.

The cathartic lightning of death quickly grew in his sight.

With a deafening roar, it crashed directly into the swirling whirlpool in the void.

Han Liang, who was hiding inside, had just pinched the teleportation seal, and he screamed directly under the lightning of dead energy.

After a mouthful of blood spurted out, the powerful destructive power of the dead air lightning forced him out of the whirlpool.

At the same time, Meng Yang's monstrous coercion shrouded him again, and the death lightning reversed and returned, and rushed towards Han Liang's eyebrows.

Han Liang's eyes widened suddenly, and his eyes were filled with horror in an instant. Under the bulging pupils, blood continued to flow out of the seven orifices. The black lightning that drilled into his mind was like a broken bamboo, shaped like an iron cone, and it kept smashing into Han Liang's mind.

Every time he smashed it, Han Liang screamed for the rest of his life, and every time he lifted it, Han Liang vomited blood.

Until the iron cone formed by the lightning of death qi smashed out of Han Liang's mind for the seventh time, the layer of light film that shrouded his mind immediately shattered like a mirror, shattering into inch by inch light spots. On these spots, there are also many flashes from time to time.

But with these split pictures, they collapsed again, and Han Liang's whole person also exploded and died in an instant.

In the meantime, the death qi lightning quickly pulled out, directly hooking Han Liang's Yuan Shen, as well as the storage ring, and moved towards Meng Yang.

Meng Yang grabbed the storage ring with one hand and Han Liang's Yuan Shen with the other, and threw it into the Blood Moon Space without looking at it.

When the death qi lightning reattached to Meng Yang's left finger, Han Liang's entire body shattered into a blood mist in the sky with a roar.

At this scene, the onlookers who watched gathered all the soldiers gasped, cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, and they didn't dare to flee with fear in their eyes. While praying in my heart that Meng Yang, the evil god, would be merciful and not rush to kill them all, he was also thinking of various ways to survive.

Those who were almost in the same period as Han Liang were in the late stage of Juwu, and at this moment, everyone was in danger, and their faces were palpitating, and they sighed secretly in their hearts, and even the last trace of resistance was swallowed in Meng Yang's cold gaze.

"Old man Tian Yuanfeng, Cangyu Island, the master of the three islands, Daoyou has killed so many people, there is no need to increase innocent karma, I have lived for more than a thousand years, and it is the first time I have seen such a scene, Daoyou is extraordinary, sure enough, it is extraordinary, congratulations..."

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