There was a roar, and the blood beads immediately turned into huge clouds, and the flames engulfed all the monks nearby.

With a frown, Meng Yang immediately turned his head to look, and a small sword blade that had reached five meters away appeared in his eyes.

With a sinking heart, he slapped it in the abdomen, arched his body, and opened his mouth to vomit.

Suddenly, a quaint scabbard flew out of his mouth, and the blade that shot immediately fell into the scabbard, and Meng Yang's hand that grabbed the scabbard twisted violently, and the blade in it was immediately shattered.

A miserable scream immediately made Meng Yang turn his head to look, and found a long-bearded old man a hundred meters away.

Looking at the old man Meng Yang's murderous moment, with a flick of his fingers, the blood-colored little sword that kept circling the sky above his head immediately galloped away.

The old man's face was full of horror and he wanted to ask for help.

Who knew that a big Buddha suddenly fell from the sky and immediately blocked the old man.

The blood-colored sword that shot out only left white spots on the Buddha's body, and it was difficult to advance.

Meng Yang's pupils shrank, as if he was facing a great enemy, retracting the blood-colored sword.

With a wave of his sleeve, he smashed the flying sword flying on the left, and immediately cast three steps to disappear in place.

When he reappeared, he appeared directly in front of the Buddha's body.

Looking up at the huge Buddha body that was ten feet tall, Meng Yang used all his strength and punched it violently.

A dented fist mark immediately appeared on the Buddha's body.

"Not enough, come again..."

Taking a deep breath and throwing another punch, a larger fist mark appeared on the Buddha's body, but the Buddha's body did not lose anything.

The big man standing on the other side looked at Meng Yang, who had failed twice, and looked up to the sky and laughed.

Meng Yang, who frowned, yelled: "Break me, break, break..."

The rain-like fist kept swinging at the Buddha.

With the power of the powerful physical body, combined with the incomparably fast speed, in the blink of an eye, no less than a hundred fist marks appeared on the entire Buddha's body.

"Give... I... Broken..."

Under the sound of breaking the air, Meng Yang's fist swung away again actually exploded.

At the moment of the sound, the fist was imprinted on the Buddha's body.

A dull roar sounded, and the old man who stood behind the Buddha seal and sneered directly exploded and died, and the blood splashed everywhere immediately stained the entire Buddha's body and body.

The cracks that spread and appeared, from the top of the Buddha's head, ran through the whole body.

The big man who was protecting the old man immediately spat blood from his mouth and looked at Meng Yang with a shocked expression.

As soon as his head was raised, a red blood light immediately became larger and larger in his pupils.

"Death..."Meng Yang bowed his fingers.

As soon as the word death came out, the big man was immediately pierced through the center of his eyebrows by the blood-colored sword, and he was killed.

All the monks around were shocked when they saw this.

Meng Yang, who quickly flew back, once again pinched and exploded the flying sword flying towards him, and at an incredible angle, he rotated in the air, and his arm shook even faster.

The bullet-like blades shot towards the many monks around them.

Under his movements, Meng Yang's face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he didn't even blink his eyes.

The many heart-piercing blades that shot out immediately formed a long whip that was a kilometer long.

A scythe-like barb, one was grabbed by Meng Yang in his hand and flung violently.

Immediately, a monk who had no time to react was scratched and bloody.

With another flick, a monk screamed miserably, and his body was scratched through hard.

The cold glint in his eyes flashed slightly, and the long whip was thrown out again.

With a shout, a large number of monks immediately retreated.

The other monks who were still watching the battle on the mountain peak in the distance looked at Meng Yang with a look of surprise, and their hearts trembled uncontrollably, and the inexplicable light flashing in their constantly constricting pupils made it difficult for them to have the courage to take a step.

Reaching out and grabbing the three iron needles that shot in, crushing them, Meng Yang put them directly into his mouth.

"When the killing machine emerges, it will be the day when you will die..."

With a stomp of his foot, the whip flicked again, immediately entangled a monk who was about to dodge.

With a sharp pull, the whip turned back with the struggling monk.

Under Meng Yang's punch, his body exploded and he died immediately.

"Quick, this person's cultivation is extremely strong, it is not at all that we can deal with it, quickly notify all the sect elders to come to meet it. This killing and cultivation will not die, the young generation of my northwest countries will all live under the shadow of this person one day, quickly..."

I don't know who shouted, and the many monks who fought with no intention of fighting immediately slapped the jade slip with their hands and sent a message to sacrifice.

"Hold this guy down and wait for backup..."

Meng Yang snorted coldly, and the loss of spiritual power was fully recovered in the Devouring Heaven and Earth.

I saw him bite the tip of his tongue, slightly increase the palm of his hand, and after pinching out the law, he drank: "Condense the phantom body, condense the virtual body, sacrifice..."

Suddenly, behind Meng Yang, three figures with the same appearance as Meng Yang appeared.

The moment these figures opened their eyes, they all held a long sword with a condensed blade in their hands.

Meng Yang's eyes were closed, and the murderous intent flashed slightly, and he bent his hand and said gloomily: "Kill them..."

As soon as the words fell, the virtual body immediately flew out, and wherever it passed, the sky was thundering, shouting and killing.

A huge danger appeared in his heart, and Meng Yang turned his head to look to the right.

I saw a beautiful female corrector sitting cross-legged three miles away.

There were three young men standing in front of him, looking at the situation on the battlefield with solemn and eager faces.

When they saw Meng Yang actually notice this, they were all shocked, took out their flying swords, and looked at Meng Yang in fear.

Meng Yang sneered, and under the three-step Yan Luo cast, he immediately appeared a hundred meters away.

He looked intently at the nun who was surrounded by three people.

Sharp, he immediately noticed that under the guidance of the woman, four breaths actually climbed from the four of them and floated into the air.

Looking up, seeing that there was no movement, Meng Yang didn't say a word, and patted the storage bag, and the space in front of him immediately appeared with stirring ripples.

The aura condensed into a circle of light tore through a hole with a radius of one foot as if tearing through the void.

Stretched into the hole, pulled violently, a whole body black, the head of the banner of the immortal king pan was immediately thrown by Meng Yang in the air, held in his hand, under the wind blowing, the immortal king flag hanging on the pan, constantly made a snapping sound.

"Here, let me see what else I can do. ”

With a pull of his right hand, the thousand-meter-long Heart-Piercing Blade whip immediately wrapped around and hung on Meng Yang's shoulder.

Meng Yang, who grabbed the Immortal King Pan with both hands, waved it violently, and roared: "Heavenly Shadow Valley, Lay the Soul of the Dead, the Ancient Wilderness, listen to my call, the Hundred Dead Pan, descend..."

The heavy evil qi descended spontaneously, turned into black light, and stagnated behind Meng Yang.

In the muffled roar, a powerful aura centered on Meng Yang immediately rushed in all directions.

The mountains and rocks were violent, the giant peaks shook, and under the agitation of the space, the black light immediately swirled and spread.

In the blink of an eye, a huge rectangular gate was formed.

The quaint runes on the giant gate, as if eroded by ghost fire, suddenly flashed with fire.

The appearance of the fire immediately caused all the runes on the giant gate to flicker in a hurry.

The crooked rune, which did not know its meaning, was like a hideous undead sealed in hell, and it let out a terrifying roar that made people's hearts ramp.

All the monks noticed the huge gate hanging behind Meng Yang.

The poisonous resentment in his eyes was instantly filled with deep terror and jealousy.

Under that induction, the terrifying aura that made their hearts tremble was extremely turbulent.

It's like a terrifying existence in the giant gate, waiting to descend on the world.

The nun, who had been sitting cross-legged and had never opened her eyes, was also at this moment, her face trembling with horror.

Meng Yang snorted coldly, his eyes were murderous, and the chill in his eyes was chilling.

He was waiting, waiting for the female cultivator's supernatural powers to be completed, he wanted to prove, prove that in the early martial realm, whether it was the early stage or the peak of the later stage, he Meng Yang was an invincible existence, no matter who he was, no matter what kind of supernatural powers, he Meng Yang was fearless.

After a few breaths, suddenly the nun vomited blood and fainted on the spot.

At the same time, a tremendous pressure came from the sky.

Suddenly, Meng Yang looked up and saw the huge stone pillar that covered the sky and the sun.

It seems to come from the sky, and when it appears, it falls down and is planted on the earth with a terrifying aura that makes people feel like a heart.

I thought it was over, but as soon as the sky darkened, another stone pillar suddenly fell.

One, two, three, until eight huge sky-high stone pillars smashed to the ground.

Meng Yang found himself surrounded by these eight stone pillars in the middle.

And these eight stone pillars have been set up in the octagonal way.

Looking at the incomparably glorious stone pillar, Meng Yang frowned suspiciously.

As soon as his brows were furrowed, countless cracks suddenly appeared in the stone pillars, and many stones fell.

"Iron..."

Meng Yang opened his mouth quietly, looking at the original appearance of the stone pillar, and drove a little.

The lightsaber that gathered spiritual power immediately rushed towards the iron pillar in front of him.

A piercing and sharp crash sounded, and the eight iron pillars suddenly spun around.

The iron chain hidden in it swirled and danced.

At a glance, there are hundreds.

Each chain is the size of a waist, and the gravitational force of each chain makes people gasp just by looking at it.

Suddenly, these numerous iron chains immediately drew towards Meng Yang.

Meng Yang raised his eyebrows, and immediately cast the second step of the three-step Yama, lost his trace, and dodged away.

It's just that what shocked everyone was that the giant gate standing behind Meng Yang seemed to have no entity.

The chain that came from the whipping actually passed through it, and it did not cause any damage to the giant gate in the slightest.

Just dodging an iron chain drawn from the bottom up, there were dozens of iron chains coming from all directions in an instant.

Taking a deep breath, Meng Yang suddenly said, "Giant Gate, open..."

As soon as the words fell, the huge door standing in the sky immediately opened, and out of it came a huge black figure whose face could not be seen clearly.

This black shadow, with two wings on its back, holds a double halberd, and is three feet tall.

On the huge head, it seemed to be wearing a crown, and when he saw that hundreds of iron chains were about to whip Meng Yang's body, the black shadow suddenly opened a pair of bloodthirsty red rays, and under the wave of his arm, hundreds of iron chains were instantly shattered.

Meng Yang didn't say a word, he recited the secret mantra, and the corpse of the monk who died before immediately overflowed with the soul of the monk who looked the same as the monk before his death, and floated into the body of this black shadow under Meng Yang's control.

Under the fusion of more than a dozen half-step palace martial realm souls, the three-zhang tall immortal king's soul shadow actually began to skyrocket, and it was not until seven zhang that it could be stopped.

"Battle..."

Looking at the huge figure behind him, Meng Yang swept his eyes around coldly and roared.

The soul shadow of the immortal king behind him, like Meng Yang, looked up to the sky and roared.

The loud whistle, and more monks flying in this direction, breathed heavily and their hearts beat wildly, as if they were blocked in their hearts.