Meng Yang frowned, and his expression couldn't see any change.

While Han Mang stared at the Northern Yuan Sect's mountain protection array, he was also futilated by the black lightning for the first time, and his face became gloomy.

"Unexpectedly, the evil secret tricks you practiced, I said that you are an existence in the ninefold realm in the late stage of palace martial arts, and you have not even passed the predicament of the three spirits, how can it be powerful, it turns out that you are a person who has abandoned himself, if you are captured, I can spare your life. ”

"If you are stubborn and insist on killing, today I will remove you as a scourge for the human cultivation world..."

This scene made Ji Yuanbai, who was silent and staring at him, look happy immediately.

His mind flickered, and he suddenly thought of a secret matter recorded in an ancient book he had read a long time ago.

Speaking bluntly about the origin of Meng Yang's death-dead Xuandan, not only did the ten thousand demon barbarian disciples in the Northern Yuan Sect not dare to believe it, but also looked at Meng Yang, who was full of monstrous murderous aura, and even more shocked, the twelve palace martial arts monks beside him, their faces changed greatly, and their eyes became shocked.

Looking at the joy that appeared on Ji Yuanbai's face, the chill on Meng Yang's face was even stronger.

With a sneer in his heart, his mind also appeared that Rao Tianhuang had told him about the knowledge of supernatural powers before.

There are seven kinds of supernatural powers that monks comprehend on their own, and the first is the true martial arts.

For example, the heart-snatching blade of the heart-snatching palm belongs to the list of true martial arts.

It is also a method that can evolve the powerful seal of the supernatural power after cultivating to an extremely high realm.

In addition to magic, there are also celestial arts, spells, secret arts, forbidden arts, and illusions.

and tricks that harm others and are not beneficial to themselves, cruel and bloodthirsty, and strange attacks, which are also feared and hated.

At the beginning, Rao Tianhuang had told Meng Yang that if his Death Qi Xuandan was fused to attack the divine power, it should belong to the trickery, and it was best not to let people see through the clues, otherwise there were many ways to restrain it.

Don't look at Meng Yang, who cultivates the Xuandan, in the same level, killing the enemy is as light as probing for things.

But once it is known that he is practicing tricks, it will either cause a chase or a hunt.

Because this kind of trickery, in the eyes of all cultivators, should not exist at all.

Although there are many ways to restrain trickery, trickery is extremely difficult to cultivate, and chance creation is indispensable.

And this kind of invisible and intangible attack method, whether it is among human cultivators or in the demonic cultivation world, is the most terrifying existence, as long as you meet people who cultivate trickery, almost all of them will not die, except for the scene of hatred and hatred of the enemy.

Meng Yang also didn't expect that in this Yin Charm Valley, where there was no super powerhouse, there were people who could see through the origin of the Dead Qi Xuandan.

Ji Yuan's white eyes were not in a hurry, and his face was full of scorn and suddenly laughed, and when his spiritual sense emerged, he found many demonic monks hiding outside the Northern Yuan Sect, and there were even many palace martial powerhouses.

These monks who were unwilling and did not dare to attack and kill Meng Yang.

Almost all of them came from Meng Yang after leaving the Blood Yang Gang, sneaking in with a hidden aura all the way.

Thinking of this, Ji Yuanbai's expression moved, his eyes showed a vicious glance at Meng Yang, and then he said in a deep voice to the twelve palace martial period monks beside him: "This person has cultivated to only the ninefold realm in the late stage of palace martial arts, and the tricks he cultivates, although it is terrifying, but when he encounters the power of prohibition, he has no power at all, to kill him, you only need to take out the magic weapon with the power of prohibition..."

After saying that, Ji Yuanbai glanced at them with a look of surprise in his eyes, and suddenly used the palace martial arts spiritual power and drank violently.

Between the turmoil of heaven and earth, an earth-shattering thunderous sound wave suddenly turned into a huge wave of ripples that spread wildly around, rolling and scattering.

"This person is a human cultivator who cultivates trickery, and killing him is accompanied by the blessings of the Heavenly Dao, and I, Ji Yuanbai, promise to follow. ”

"You can even swear by my Daoji, if anyone can kill him, the reward will be a lot, and he will be offered with both hands..."

As soon as Ji Yuan's white voice fell, countless Dao fell on Meng Yang's eyes full of greedy and murderous intent, and he completely became crazy.

The light of the magic weapon that could exert the power of prohibition was taken out from the storage bag one by one, and in an instant, within a radius of ten miles from the Northern Yuan Sect, it immediately flashed out, and from a distance, there were no less than thousands.

Before that, Meng Yang couldn't bear to kill, and the monks who let him follow him to the Northern Yuan Sect also had scorching killing intent at this moment, summoned a magic weapon that could exert the power of prohibition, and blatantly flew out of the hiding place.

As if he had a kind of realization, a hint of self-deprecation suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he raised his head.

His gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the dense fog that filled the Taiyou Valley, looked at the black and dry blue sky, and chuckled.

The laughter stopped, and Meng Yang suddenly set his eyes on Ji Yuanbai.

As the blood moon shrouded in a thousand-zhang range behind him, it became more and more intense, and a chilling heart-bone-chilling aura appeared, Meng Yang's deep pupils shone faintly, and his voice was even more terrifying: "You will all die..."

"Death? hahaha, you have no tricks to cast, in front of us, you are just ants with great strength..."

At this glance, Ji Yuanbai's heart suddenly burst out for no reason, and his heart couldn't stop beating wildly.

He tried his best to keep his composure and laugh, but when he finished speaking, his back was soaked with cold sweat.

An even colder breath overflowed from Meng Yang's body, making the chill hanging above his head even stronger.

"Quick, do it, kill him..."

Ji Yuanbai couldn't stand Meng Yang's gaze that seemed to be able to make his soul collapse, and immediately shouted.

In an instant, all the monks who held the magic weapon of the forbidden power in their hands rushed towards Meng Yang.

Among these people, even the Demon Barbarian Cultivators of the Early Martial Realm stepped on the flying magic weapon and flew into the air.

Meng Yang sneered in his heart, his body jumped out, and the embroidered spring knife was magnificent, and immediately dragged Meng Yang to appear in front of the palace martial period monk who flew out from the Northern Yuan Sect. The other party looked at him and sneered as well, approaching Meng Yang Baizhang away, suddenly swallowing the black iron bead tightly held in his hand in his mouth, and then spewing out a stream of black gas towards Meng Yang.

The moment this black qi blurted out, it turned into a hundred-meter phantom python that roared in the sky.

The giant python's eyes showed a bloodthirsty color, and as soon as it condensed, it immediately hovered above its head.

When a powerful forbidden force filled with the aura of Gong Wu emerged, an aura of spiritual power was formed on him.

Immediately after that, the aura shrank sharply, directly trapping him.

This man's heart was settled, and he opened his mouth to laugh, but suddenly saw Meng Yang, who had been trapped by the aura, and his body jumped over the aura and went straight to him, as Meng Yang raised his left hand, the moment the black lightning of the Dead Qi Xuandan rushed out, this person's head exploded, making all the monks who rushed to him slammed and subconsciously fled behind him.

Wanting to trap Meng Yang with the prohibition was a fool's dream, and Meng Yang, who had reached a shocking level of understanding the prohibition, was cracked by him at a glance almost at the moment when the aura was placed on him.

And he was able to successfully put it on him, or he deliberately did it.

He had just tested it again, and found that the black lightning of the Death Qi Xuandan was indeed in the power of the forbidden, as if it had encountered a natural enemy, and the moment it hit it, it was bounced away by a powerful energy that was difficult to resist just like a human being facing the power of heaven.

If it weren't for this, Meng Yang would not have let the giant python descend his aura on him at all.

The black lightning that came back threw the hooked soul into the Blood Moon of the Revenant Soul, and then merged into Meng Yang's left index finger again.

At the same time, Meng Yang cast it, grabbed it on his chest, and the two storage bags immediately fell into his palm.

Meng Yang, who hadn't even looked at it, put away the storage bag and rushed towards the other demon barbarian monk whose face had changed drastically and his eyes were terrified.

In a hurry, the blood-colored net that he threw out, and at the moment when he was about to cover Meng Yang, he saw Meng Yang's eyes flash, and the covered net passed through his body so strangely.

"Psychic Impact..."

Meng Yang's eyes flashed coldly, and he vomited coldly, and his left hand slammed a little.

The palace martial monk who quickly retreated and fled exploded and died in an instant, and the screaming soul was sucked into the blood moon on the spot, making Ji Yuanbai and the rest of the palace martial monks who were watching this scene panic again.

Although Ji Yuanbai hid it very well, the pair of constantly trembling pupils showed the deep uneasiness in his heart at this moment.

He never thought that the young man he was chasing and killed was not only a master of trickery, but also weird and terrifying.

Even the power of the prohibition seemed to be ineffective, and it had no effect on him.

Thinking about it and being terrified, he couldn't care about anything else when his life was seriously threatened, and shouted.

"Quick, go back to the Northern Yuan Sect, with the existence of the mountain protection battle, he doesn't dare to break through..."

As soon as the words fell, Ji Yuan, whose face was pale, ran desperately towards Beiyuan Sect.

Originally, their group was in the sky above the Northern Yuan Sect's mountain protection array, but when they escaped at this moment, they rushed into the Northern Yuan Sect in an instant.

The black lightning of the Dead Qi Xuandan, which was unleashed by Meng Yang again, slammed into the mountain protection array.

The strong murderous aura on it, like entering a quagmire, instantly reduced its power.

Suddenly, but seeing that the Northern Yuan Sect's mountain protection array was flickering, the black lightning bounced off again under the transformation of the essence.

Meng Yang, who had a gloomy face, glanced coldly at the rest of Ji Yuan Bai who was hiding in the Northern Yuan Sect.

Without saying a word, he turned around and flew towards the person who had just spread his killing intent to the hair, and at this moment he was looking frightened and fleeing in the distance.

Ji Yuanbai can protect the monks of the Northern Yuan Sect and his own thoughtfulness, and these people who are still outside the Northern Yuan Sect, but have not entered the identity jade plate of the Northern Yuan Sect, are the objects of Meng Yang's condensation into a murderous Xuandan at this moment.

Every time I raised my hand, a life was lost.

Every time the black lightning returned, the blood moon behind Meng Yang was even stronger.

The number of screaming souls in it increased at a terrifying rate.

The scene of one person in ten steps, one hundred people in a thousand steps, his head exploded, and he died a miserable scene.

Let everyone's horror of this brocade-clothed young man who is like bathed in blood and full moon reach an unprecedented level.

In just half a pillar of incense time, the Blood Moon Soul behind Meng Yang increased by more than two thousand.

The soul struggling and roaring in the blood moon made all the monks in the Northern Yuan Sect look shocked and tremble all over.

The blood moon was permeated, reflecting on the faces of all the demons, in addition to horror, there was also the color of death that was so thick that it could not be dissolved.

Just as Meng Yang pointed at the void again, a strange light suddenly burst out from within the Northern Yuan Sect.

After the light flew out, it became brighter and brighter, and in the midst of the surrounding spiritual power, it flew out of the mountain protection array, turning into a phantom outside the light curtain.

The phantom gradually solidified, revealing a scrawny figure.

Seeing this phantom, Meng Yang's movements immediately froze, and the eagle falcon's eyes showed a solemn look for the first time.