The monk surnamed Li who was still reprimanding him just now struggled for a while, and hurriedly interrupted the monk surnamed Li's next words, his eyes flashed with a strange color, and he agreed: "In this case, I am willing to take out the soul in my hand and let the senior brother refine it, and I believe that the senior brother's person is the same family, and this approach will inevitably make others look down on our Red Sect." ”

After the man finished speaking, he quietly motioned to the monk who had just reprimanded him.

The latter's face was hesitant, and his eyes flickered, and he nodded with gratitude.

Then he turned around, swept the hesitant crowd, and then spoke: "I am also willing to take out the souls of the dead in my pan, as long as I catch this black-clothed Yama and lose a few hundred souls, what is the matter, when the time comes, I will return to the sect to restore my life, what will I not get?"

......

Although Meng Yang sensed that the disc behind him was getting farther and farther away from him, he still cautiously retreated.

In his mind, it would be best if those people didn't chase them, and if they did, he would be seriously injured, and he would also use his spiritual consciousness to collide and kill them. Anyone who is always entangled will be angry, let alone him who has fallen into such a situation.

From the moment they entered the Eastern Desert Plain, the fate of the weak seemed to have been predestined by natural selection.

Meng Yang can fight against countless monks with his own strength, and his name also starts from here and is well known.

Now, in the face of countless people's pursuit, Meng Yang still does not change color and faces it indifferently.

For this reason, he asked all the young monks of the Eastern Wilderness of the Zhao Kingdom, as well as the Yuan Kingdom, to remember that the name of the border sand was originally named Brother Heiluo.

Even some hidden families and sects knew about this famous junior monk.

But what they paid attention to was not Meng Yang's hard work and unwillingness, but the treasures on his body.

Concerned about how Meng Yang went from a weak person to something that a strong man relied on.

Everyone understands the truth of his sin, and Meng Yang also understands it, but if he survives, he can't give up, and he is even more unwilling to give up, which makes Meng Yang's personality change greatly, and now as long as the cultivation world sees Meng Yang's monks, they are chasing and killing him by relying on cultivation.

This made his personality become colder and colder, and he didn't know where to start, killing people became so simple in his impression.

It is precisely because Meng Yang's hands are stained with more and more blood that his road from now on is becoming more and more difficult to walk, and even the catastrophe is several times stronger than ordinary people, and he is condemned by the Heavenly Dao, and the road is full of loneliness and loneliness.

If it weren't for the obsession in his heart, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to bear it.

Taking a deep breath, Meng Yang kept himself vigilant.

This kind of thing that hunts down and kills himself every time his identity is found makes him angry.

Suddenly, the disc treasure appeared in the range of the spiritual sense, and the monk standing on it, Meng Yang frowned, his face was gloomy, and there was a cloud of anger in his heart, which made him want to roar.

"Senior Brother Li, look!"

A monk standing in front of the disc exclaimed in surprise, his cultivation was the highest among all people, except for the monk surnamed Li.

Because the monk surnamed Li wants to refine the soul of the dead, let him investigate for the time being.

The monk surnamed Li opened his eyes, looked over, then nodded, and continued to urge the disc to fly forward.

Seeing the other party doing this, Meng Yang's feet paused slightly, and he didn't plan to escape.

"Senior Brother Li, he has stopped when he found us, you see?"

The monk surnamed Li ignored the flattering monk, he was not blind, he had already seen it.

Although he doesn't know what attention the other party is playing, he must get the treasures and people on the other party.

Simply controlling the treasure, it stopped in the air, not afraid of Meng Yang's cold gaze, and looked over.

"Your perseverance really impresses me, this time, there are two people who have died in my hands, and you still dare to chase after you, aren't you afraid that you are the third?"

Listening to Meng Yang's disdainful words, the monk surnamed Li snorted coldly: "The treasure on your body, we are bound to get it, I advise you not to struggle, what you have ended up with now, it can be described as a mouse that everyone shouts and beats, not to mention that we have no ability, will we come to chase you?"

"That's it, our Senior Brother Li has already refined the spirit pan into a hundred dead pans, I see how arrogant you are!"

After this person finished speaking, he looked at the monk surnamed Li flatteringly, but the chill on the other party's face made him overwhelmed, and he hurriedly lowered his head, unable to understand what he said wrong.

"Do you have your share here? Hmph, idiot. ”

The monk surnamed Li looked at the talkative monk angrily.

"Hundred Dead Pans?"

Meng Yang frowned and muttered, he had heard of and seen the Soul Python, this hundred Immortal Python, if his guess was right, it should be a more powerful existence than the Spiritual Python, and the number of Immortal Souls in the Python should reach hundreds, thinking of this, he couldn't help but secretly say: "What about the Hundred Immortal Pythons, is there still less Immortal Soul I devoured?" ”

He had already made up his mind to pay attention, as long as the other party cast a spell and released a hundred souls, he would hit it with his spiritual sense.

Even if he hurts his heart for this, he has to kill this group of people who annoy him.

"What are you thinking about?" Monk Li looked at Meng Yang with a confident expression, as if Meng Yang had been caught by him.

Meng Yang didn't speak, squinted his eyes at the other party for a while, and then fell towards the bottom of the sea.

"Senior Brother Li, you see, he is really ready to surrender! Haha, Senior Brother Li is really..."

When this person wanted to continue, he saw the monk surnamed Li staring at him, and he was so frightened that he quickly shut up, and couldn't help cursing the other party in his heart, and he was even more unhappy, regretting why he had just agreed to take the soul of the dead in the pan to him.

The monk surnamed Li turned his head and ignored the other party, and then controlled the spirit attraction plate like Meng Yang, falling from the sky.

Seeing the other party jump off the disc and put away this treasure, Meng Yang snorted coldly, condensed the light knife and pointed over.

"Why do you have to be like this, as long as you are restrained, I promise to save your life, what do you think?"

The monk surnamed Li endured the murderous intent in his heart and looked at Meng Yang.

"Noise!"

Meng Yang snorted coldly, without thinking about it, he instantly condensed the spiritual sense giant hammer, divided into thirteen paths, and under the control of his mind, he rushed towards the other party.

Looking at Meng Yang's cold appearance of pointing his sword at him, the face of the monk surnamed Li became gloomy, he didn't expect Meng Yang to be so ignorant, he wanted to mock a few words, but at this moment, a strong sense of crisis suddenly rose in his heart, which instantly made his alarm clock burst out with a tingling pain, and his heart was also pounding at this one.

"Not good, Psionic Attack!"

The monk surnamed Li hurriedly summoned the Immortal King Pan and stood on the ground, his heart was ruthless, afraid that he would not have time to cast the magic seal, so he directly burned the power of the soul and urged the soul of the Pan to come out and protect him.

As for the others, he didn't even think about the other party's life or death, in his plan, it was to let Meng Yang kill them, and he would get the treasures on his body by grabbing Meng Yang, as long as he did it cleanly, even if he was a sect elder, he couldn't find it.

And the other monks because they took out the soul of the dead in the pan and the monk surnamed Gong Li refined, they had been devoured by the soul of the dead and were seriously injured, and their cultivation took a step back, how could they not resist the attack of the spiritual sense. Even if they didn't have what happened just now, they didn't have any magical secret methods to protect, which couldn't help but make them look frightened, tremble, and their faces were full of pale color.

When they reacted, they saw that the monk surnamed Li only protected himself and did not protect them, and the look on his face became vicious when the spiritual sense giant sword had already soaked into his mind. And all of this happened almost instantaneously.

As their hearts shattered, their twelve figures bled and fell to the ground one after another.

And the spiritual giant hammer in the middle, when it touched the dead soul, it was like entering the water, and it was swallowed up without even a ripple, and the monk surnamed Li, who sensed this scene, had turned into surprise with a pale look of horror on his face.

As the sect elders said, the spirit pan advanced to the hundred dead pan, and it has the power to devour the spiritual consciousness.

After all, he hadn't seen whether the Immortal King Pan was what the Protector Sect Elder had said, so he was still very scared, but after this incident, he had more confidence in killing Meng Yang.

Because at this time, he saw that the corners of Meng Yang's mouth had overflowed with a trace of blood.

The word backlash appeared in Meng Yang's heart, and he himself didn't expect that there would be a revenant soul who could devour spiritual sense.

When he fought with the Red Sect blood son before, because the other party was protected by a strange treasure, he was counterattacked, and this time it was because of Baiwang Pan, which made him feel a strong sense of crisis in his heart, especially Rao Tianhuang warned himself not to let himself use his spiritual sense to hit again, otherwise it would cause the whole mind to collapse, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

As for the cultivation aura overflowing from the other party's body, Meng Yang was even more surprised, although there was such a fierce treasure as the blood-colored sword, but it was a bargaining chip for his life, unless he had to do so, he would never dare to use it indiscriminately, if the spiritual power in his body was instantly drained due to the blood-colored sword, at that time, when he met the monk who was chasing him, he would definitely die, and he would not even have a chance to run.

"How does it feel to be devoured? Isn't it very painful and uncomfortable, like someone slapping a sledgehammer on the chest? haha..."

After the monk surnamed Li finished speaking, he didn't give Meng Yang any chance to react, and hurriedly put his hands together and quickly punched out dozens of magic seals, and the hundred dead pans standing on the ground rushed out of the dense black dead souls.

As soon as these black souls came out, they were like a flood that was being plucked out, quickly spreading, and like black clouds, they instantly enveloped a radius of a thousand meters.

Meng Yang wiped away the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his expression was cold, and he thrust the knife on the ground, and a huge strange wind accompanied by a strange aura suddenly rose, not only the seaweed that was blowing swayed again and again, but even the clothes and long hair of the two of them also danced wildly.

The monk surnamed Li snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain.

Meng Yang didn't hesitate, withdrew his spiritual sense, and quickly rushed forward with his sword.

And in his mind, the pain caused by the backlash was also slowly treated by Rao Tianhuang's secret technique.

At the same time, the monk surnamed Li shouted: "Condensation!"