Jiang Xing, who was silent for a while, his eyes flashing, suddenly turned ruthless.

But at this moment, a sudden tingling pain suddenly came from his heart, which immediately made his eyes black.

He didn't even have time to resist, he fainted immediately, and his consciousness slowly disappeared at this time.

Meng Yang did not choose to refine Jiang Xing's soul blood, but controlled the memories in the soul blood.

Originally, he didn't plan to let Jiang Xing go, and he hesitated just now, just because he was carefully looking at the soul blood memory.

As Jiang Xing's soul blood, it not only affects Jiang Xing's life, but also has what Jiang Xing has experienced in his life, which is extremely important to the current Meng Yang.

With this Jiang Xing's memory picture, although Meng Yang couldn't understand many things about the Red Sect, at least some of the distribution of forces, character information, etc., were as if engraved in his heart, and they were clear and abnormal.

Pinching Jiang Xing's soul blood, Meng Yang didn't say much, jumped forward, and ran towards the east and west of the Starfall Valley in the deep sea area.

The white ghost walks at night, not only will he plant the soul blood covenant, but he will even copy the breath of the target, even if Meng Yang changes his appearance, they with the blood-colored jade slip on their bodies, as long as they enter the sensing range of the blood-colored jade slip, they will still be recognized.

Appearance can be changed, but temperament is easier said than done.

Looking at the jade slip in his hand, Meng Yang's eyes were full of solemnity.

"Haha, that's a good point. ”

"Since you are chased and killed by the white ghost at night, isn't it good to be caught, you have to be a lost dog, everyone shouts and beats, why bother? . ”

A cold snort full of sinister laughter suddenly came from behind him, interrupting Meng Yang, who was running and contemplating.

With a raised brow, he turned his head to look at it with a cold gaze, and saw a young monk wearing a Taoist robe and a Taoist crown.

This person held a sword in one hand and stepped on the spirit cover, and the aura that inexplicably overflowed from his body made Meng Yang's face gloomy.

In Jiang Xing's soul and blood memory, he clearly knew that the person in front of him, named Shi Jue, was a loose cultivator.

The cultivation of one body is on par with the final Hong, and it is already an existence close to the Great Perfection in the late stage of the first martial arts.

"You're the one who the white ghost hunts down at night, right? ”

Although this person was asking, he had a sneer on his face, and Meng Yang couldn't admit it at all.

Meng Yang's face was frosty, there was no nonsense, and it was a little bit to raise his hand.

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared on his fingers, and when this light appeared, he instantly dragged Changhong and shot towards Shi Jue, who was holding the sword.

With a "bang", the moment Shi Jue blocked the sword in front of him, his face was already deeply dignified.

Under Meng Yang's finger, the huge thrust instantly made this person's body fly backwards as if it had been bounced off.

"Three-step Yama!"

Meng Yang snorted coldly, and the light cluster that dragged his body under his feet instantly turned ghostly with the casting of the three-step Yama.

The body that rushed forward was even more heavily falling, which made Shi Jue's eyes glow with astonishment.

Flying upside down, Shi Jue hurriedly put his hands together and punched out several magic seals.

But seeing that the light saber formed by the condensation of the void in his chest flew out with great strength under the word "go" in Shi Jue.

But what he didn't expect was that Meng Yang's speed was even faster than he thought.

At this moment, he had already rushed to the front, only three meters away from him.

When the lightsaber flew out, it was grabbed in his hand by Meng Yang, who rushed over.

Sensing the tug on it, Meng Yang let out a low snort, used his spiritual power, and grabbed the hilt of the sword and suddenly turned.

Stirring the seawater, he picked up his sword and threw it directly at Shi Jue.

The powerful aura on it actually dragged the cut sea water out of a long spiral vacuum vortex.

Shi Jue's face turned pale, and he immediately slapped his palm in front of him.

The body that flew upside down rushed straight up in a ninety-degree arc.

Meng Yang's face was expressionless, his feet were stunned, his body was a few chips, and he chased after him.

Seeing this, Shi Ling opened his mouth and squirted, and a finger-thick Changhong shot out instantly.

"Spirit Cover, now!"

As soon as the words fell, a transparent silver light curtain rose around Meng Yang's body.

When the light curtain appeared, it was instantly shot by Changhong, hitting the light curtain with several layers.

As the light curtain at the place where he was hit rippled like water ripples, Meng Yang inside the spirit shield felt that this attack was extremely powerful, and it was not at all something that the spirit shield could resist.

There was a click, and cracks immediately appeared in the spirit cover, and when the crack extended, it instantly surrounded the entire spirit cover.

With a crisp sound, the spirit shield was finally overwhelmed, cracked, and turned into bits of light, scattered in all directions.

The shattering of the spirit shield suddenly caused Changhong to shoot towards Meng Yang's face.

Meng Yang's face was still calm, his eyes flashed, and he didn't even think about lowering his head immediately.

The shot Changhong just shot from Meng Yang's lowered head.

The long hair that was brought up because of the bowing of the head was instantly shot by the long rainbow, and many roots were cut off and fell down.

Meng Yang's footsteps paused again, his body rushed straight up, catching up with Shi Jue, and the bodies of both of them flew upward, and the distance they saw was only three meters, these three meters distance, either of the two of them held up, or if there was an accident, it would be the end of death, and this three meters distance was not even enough for a magical impact.

It's easy to say, but it's dangerous, and it's really frightening.

If you want to solve the battle quickly, it is Meng Yang, that is, you will be afraid of Shi Ling, and you will not dare to do it with all your strength in order to protect yourself, if not, this time it is Shi Ling, and I don't know how many people will come next time, in order to buy time, Meng Yang has no choice but to do so.

Under the eye of each other, the two of them pinched the law at the same time and reached out to each other.

Looking at the beam of light that Shi Ling pointed, Meng Yang hurriedly dodged, and Shi Ling was the same, constantly sitting in the air and dodging, the beam of light that the two arms dotted on each other's body was almost connected one after another, and from a distance, it seemed as if both of them were fighting hard with lightsabers, and even in the end, the speed at which the two of them clicked faster and faster, faster and faster, almost to the point that the naked eye could not tell how many points were made.

In just a few breaths, the two of them clicked frantically hundreds of times, and there were many finger-sized holes on their clothes, Meng Yang's expression was ruthless, and he snorted coldly, dodging the beam that Shi Jue lit again, spread his fingers, and slapped it with one palm.

Seeing that Meng Yang was so anxious, Shi Jue's expression was filled with joy, and he pointed over.

The distance of three meters, with the arms stretched out by both of them, instantly narrowed closer, and the fingers and palms suddenly touched together.

When Shi Jue's fingers were in Meng Yang's palm, a bloody hole immediately appeared on the back of Meng Yang's hand, he gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, grabbed the palm of his hand, and firmly grasped Shi Jue's palm that penetrated the back of Meng Yang's hand.

And Shi Jue's fingers passed through the blood hole on the back of Meng Yang's hand.

This grasp suddenly made Shi Jue's face change in shock, and he hurriedly struggled.

But Meng Yang's hand was so firm, like an iron tong, no matter how Shi Ling struggled, he didn't break free.

Meng Yang's expression was cold, he slowly raised his head, and actually smiled at Shi Jue, who was extremely frightened.

Then he condensed and spit out softly: "Go and die!"