"Boom..."

The whirlpool sea water that exploded was huge, but Meng Yang's figure was not among them.

Meng Yang, who had taken three steps out of the attack range earlier, stared at the other party tightly.

This tentative blow did not surprise the comers, and he was still standing in the lake with his hands in his hands.

The moment the overflowing spirit shield on his body instantly separated the sea water, his fiery gaze kept looking at Meng Yang, who had a cold face.

Meng Yang also frowned and looked at the other party, knowing in his heart that it would not be easy to escape, the other party would not let him escape, just end the battle quickly, he understood the reason that it would change later, otherwise it would be even more troublesome if he was discovered by that group of people.

Thinking of this, Meng Yang's body shook, and the qi and blood in his body roared out like a dragon's roar, resounding throughout the heavens and the earth.

As a circle of ripple-like energy appeared around him, a seven-foot-long blue crescent sword qi slashed towards the comer.

"A heavy realm in the early stage of the first martial arts!"

The young monk raised his eyebrows, and with a wave of his big hand, he summoned a blackened, shiny glove from the storage bag and put it on his hand, and injected spiritual power into it, without any hesitation, he slapped it in the air and hit it again.

The palm print formed by that strength suddenly became more than ten times larger, and it collided with the sword qi in an instant, and with the sound of a huge roar, Meng Yang continued unhurriedly, slashing away in the air, and the other party also continued to make palm prints.

After fighting for dozens of moves, suddenly Meng Yang and the monk stopped their hands together and looked at each other.

"You're no more than that!"

At this point, the monk paused slightly, his eyes full of mockery and disdain.

"As long as you give me the storage ring on your finger, I can consider letting you go!"

Meng Yang's expression was calm, and when he was about to make a move, more than a dozen figures suddenly appeared in his spiritual sense.

What he was most afraid of was that because of the fight with this person, the people behind him chased after him, but he didn't expect it to be so fast.

Meng Yang's expression was cold, and he said coldly: "Since you are looking for death like this, I will do it." ”

"Die!"

As soon as the sound fell, Meng Yang's body was full of momentum, and he closed his eyes directly.

In just one breath, he violently opened his closed eyes, and in an instant, the entire space was agitated in a trance.

A fierce aura like the birth of a wild dragon caused the young man's complexion to change suddenly.

At this moment, the youth is like facing a giant beast in the wilderness, rather than a street rat that everyone shouts and beats.

Even his mind and soul were trembling uncontrollably at this time, as if they were facing Tianwei.

Psychic Impact!

Boom boom...

But the moment Meng Yang's eyes opened and closed, a giant hammer with condensed spiritual sense instantly smashed into the young man's head.

The huge raging power, when invading the other party's mind, made the countless experiences in the other party's mind shatter.

If the sun is mighty, the whole world in his eyes will be torn apart and turned into ashes.

When he looked at the other party's seven holes bleeding and falling, his face still had a mocking look before death.

The corners of Meng Yang's mouth were bleeding, his forehead was strickling, he took a deep breath and grabbed the palm of his hand, the black gloves on the other party's hand, and the storage bag on his waist were empty, and at the same time, the information about increasing wealth in his pupils also appeared at this moment.

Glancing at the less than sixty thousand wealth figures, Meng Yang waved his sleeves and wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, and immediately left the battlefield and ran south.

The "Spiritual Sense Impact" is a magical power that can only be used by Gongwu Realm monks as a foundation for powerful mental powers, and it is a heavenly skill that can only be performed by Gongwu Realm monks.

Meng Yang, whose spiritual strength breaks through the palace martial arts, can be used, but he can only cultivate to the first martial arts, just like Rao Tianhuang said, even if he succeeds, I am afraid that the backlash will be very serious, and after a long time, the damage to himself will be permanent.

Under that exertion just now, Meng Yang realized that he was already feeling dizzy.

There was a sharp pain in his brain like a pinprick in his head, which made his face turn white, as if he was seriously injured.

Almost before he had escaped far, where he had just stood, a blue circular curtain of light suddenly rose.

Then, the circular light curtain suddenly rose at a speed visible to the naked eye, and stood there like a pillar of light.

The weeds that were shrouded and imprisoned in the pillar of light instantly withered, burned, and turned into fly ashes.

Sensing everything that happened behind him, Meng Yang gasped, if he had been a little earlier, he was afraid that his fate would be like weeds, which showed how profound the cultivation of the people who came.

"Hmph, I was run away by this bastard, chase!"

An old man who suddenly appeared shouted angrily, and almost as soon as he finished speaking, a transparent purple disc suddenly appeared under his feet, dragging him and a dozen other monks around him, rushing towards Meng Yang.

Meng Yang turned his head to look, sneered, and without any hesitation, hurriedly flew forward.

As he flew, he condensed the Heart-Snatching Blade that he had long since used, and shot backwards, blocking the speed at which they were chasing, and as a result, he didn't even look at it, Meng Yang knew in his heart that this kind of technique was almost useless to the current monks.

The old man fanned out dozens of Heart-Snatching Blades one after another, and asked the two monks beside him to step forward to help him block the Heart-Snatching Blades that continued to rush, and then sat cross-legged, without saying a word, quickly summoned a skull from the wooden pan and let it stand on the disc.

At this moment, his hands made dozens of obscure seals one after another.

When the old man raised his head and looked at Meng Yang's back again, his deep voice suddenly roared, "Kill!"

Suddenly, hundreds of strange sounds came out of the mouth, and the black revenant soul that made people's scalp tingle roared out of the wooden pan, and then it was fused together at an extremely fast speed, condensing a huge and incomparably black head, this skull transformed instantly, directly under the control of the old man, opened its big mouth, and quickly swallowed towards Meng Yang.

Meng Yang was suddenly startled, thinking of the scene in Shazhen, and exclaimed, "Revenant?"

"It shouldn't be, although this Pan is similar to the Soul Fish you've seen, it doesn't have the power of the same worker, it should be an imitation. ”

Rao Tianhuang was silent for a while and said bluntly.

"That's stupid..."

Seeing the flying soul, the corners of Meng Yang's mouth rose slightly, his body suddenly turned, and he shouted: "Swallow it for me." ”

Rao Tianhong in the scabbard showed his eyes at the same time, opened his big mouth, and sucked it violently.

In an instant, the huge head immediately showed a frightened look, and its body trembled, as if it saw a natural enemy, and let out a miserable scream.

It's just that before this scream could be roared, as Meng Yang suddenly inhaled, a huge imprisoning force and suction power appeared from Meng Yang's eyebrows, and instantly enveloped his skull.

Before the old man sitting cross-legged on the frisbee could react, the head of the revenant soul immediately turned into black smoke and was sucked by Meng Yang.

When it entered the nose, the black aura dissipated strangely, leaving only the white essence.

An extremely comfortable feeling appeared from his mind, and this wonderful feeling made Meng Yang hurriedly divide into two strands, one was absorbed by himself, and the other was absorbed by Rao Tianhuang, who was trapped in the stone tablet cage.

If he had encountered the revenant soul before, Meng Yang would definitely be afraid, just like the scene when he encountered Shazhen on the mountain mission.

But now, not to mention that he has the same weapon in the storage space, Rao Tianhuang alone exists, and he is the natural enemy of this kind of revenant.

Not to mention killing him with a dead soul, it is a miracle to be able to hurt him, in other words, the dead soul is a great supplement for him.

Meng Yang, who licked his lips unsatisfied, glanced at the old man with a smile, and the meaning in his eyes suddenly made the old man scream, and the wooden pan standing on the disc suddenly shattered, turned into a little spot of light, and disappeared.

The moment the wooden pan shattered, the old man's face suddenly became normal, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Immediately, he raised his finger in horror and pointed at Meng Yang, unable to speak for a long time.

Meng Yang couldn't wait to roar now to vent the excitement in his heart, because the feeling of weakness in casting the Blood Escape Technique was not only offset, but also expanded the mental space, and at the same time, the scope of the spiritual consciousness was actually slowly expanding.

"I'm going to kill you, I..."

The old man roared angrily, this roar was not forbidden, but the qi and blood that he had just suppressed immediately spurted out along his throat, and the power of the wood pan to collapse was even more serious than imagined, if he didn't find a place to heal and recover, the remnant soul of the pan invaded his mind, no matter how he resisted, it would eventually become an unconscious shell.

The old man hurriedly took out three blood condensation pills from the storage bag and ate them, looking at Meng Yang's comfortable face fiercely, the anger in his heart, like a violent wind, blew through his heart over and over again, almost making him, who had just suppressed his injuries, spit blood in his mouth again.

After laughing for a while, Meng Yang ignored the old man and continued to flee into the distance.

"Old friend Wang, are you alright?"

"It's okay!" the old man responded weakly to the man, but when he saw that the man's face showed no concern at all, some were only anxious, and almost instantly, he understood, which made the old man's heart itch even harder.

"It's okay, among us people, the flying treasure of Wang Laoyou is fast, since Wang Laoyou said it's okay, please speed up, catch up quickly, and when the time comes, when we catch him, we can also distribute the treasure." Otherwise, when some people find him, there will be a lot of trouble!"

"Yes, Senior Brother Mu is right, when you catch up with this bastard and capture the sect, you will be a great achievement, and the treasures will be at your disposal at that time, and I hope that Old Friend Wang will speed up quickly, we have already been thrown far away by him!"

The old man snorted coldly in his heart, and said with a normal expression: "Everyone, it's not that I don't want to speed up, it's that I'm seriously injured now, because the Revenant Soul Pan is shattered and has suffered a serious backlash, I'm afraid that I can't hunt him down with you next, and I must find a place to heal now." ”

"Healed, is Elder Wang's injuries serious?"

After this man finished speaking, he glanced at the other monks, and the greed in his eyes flashed.

And some of the monks who knew what this person was paying attention to nodded secretly and motioned to each other.

The middle-aged monk who got the consent, when the old man didn't react, suddenly slapped his palm on his head, quickly put the index finger of his right hand in his mouth, and bit it hard, his bloody index finger drew a bloody horizontal line on the old man's forehead, and after doing all this, he put down his palm.