"It's... Gather the breath of a martial realm powerhouse!"

Just as Meng Yang was looking for other targets, a strong aura suddenly galloped towards him in the direction behind him.

Originally, Meng Yang didn't care, but when the distance between the two gradually narrowed, a majestic spiritual sense suddenly spread out from the person behind him, almost without any pause, directly enveloping Meng Yang's body, locking him.

Meng Yang's calm face immediately became gloomy, and from this spiritual sense, he sensed an aura that belonged to the Gathering Martial Cultivation.

Judging from the intensity of the breath, compared to the Juwu he had seen before, it was between the early stage of Juwu and the middle stage of Juwu.

Meng Yang didn't know why the other party would lock himself nakedly, but he knew that the other party was definitely not good.

Without any hesitation, Meng Yang's body twisted, facing the galloping Dunguang, he flew back while pinching the magic trick in his hand, and firmly grasped the Thousand Soul Pan, until the Dunguang got closer and closer, and he saw clearly that it was a middle-aged man with a big waist and a burly body.

The intense murderous intent revealed in this person's squinted eyes made Meng Yang suddenly realize that the other party might have killed him.

"You've killed so many people, it's time to fight for your life!"

As soon as the burly middle-aged sneer fell, a strong crisis immediately appeared in Meng Yang's heart.

At the same time, the burly middle-aged man suddenly disappeared from Meng Yang's gaze.

Under a burst of spatial agitation, his body seemed to merge with his surroundings, but that killing machine was still shrouded in Meng Yang's body.

Meng Yang's face was gloomy as water, at the moment when the burly middle-aged man disappeared, the word "teleportation" appeared in his mind, his eyes flickered, Meng Yang didn't think about it, his face immediately appeared decisive, his hands pinched, and he suddenly waved the Thousand Soul Pan in his hand.

Under the whirring sound of the pan flag, a strong cold air was sprinkled, and the moment this cold air poured out, it was suddenly shrouded in Meng Yang's body, surrounded by thousands of prohibitions, but listening to a heavy roar appeared from Meng Yang's left arm, and the next moment, Meng Yang's whole person was like a short-term kite, and flew upside down in the direction of his right hand.

The burly middle-aged body was faintly condensed, his eyes showed a look of consternation, and the blue dagger he held in his hand slowly dimmed after flickering a few times, and then collapsed in a crisp sound, turning into a little spot of light, scattered on the ground.

"The cultivation of Baiyun Valley? no, it's not the breath of Baiyun Valley..."The burly middle-aged man, staring at the momentum of controlling the inverted flight, standing in mid-air, looking at him Meng Yang, the cold glow in his eyes became more and more intense, but he did not continue to shoot.

He didn't make a move, but Meng Yang had already been aroused by this sudden attack.

If it weren't for the burly middle-aged man who had just reacted quickly and used teleportation to steal him, the dagger with condensed spiritual power in his hand would be able to pierce all his vitality immediately, this was with the belief that he would kill him, how could Meng Yang not be angry.

Without any hesitation, after Meng Yang stopped the momentum of flying upside down, his left hand immediately flipped over, and the prohibitions that protected his body suddenly expanded, and in an instant, it shrouded him and the burly middle-aged man in a radius of thousands of meters. But listening to the hissing sound of ghosts crying wolves, overflowing from the Thousand Soul Pan, frantically gathering behind Meng Yang, forming a black shadow dozens of meters tall.

All this happened in the blink of an eye, and the burly middle-aged man didn't expect that this young man who had only cultivated to the late stage of Gongwu not only defended against his own teleportation attack and killing, but also made the killing intent in his heart stronger and stronger.

He had already affirmed that the young man in front of him was an evil cultivator who had been killing people and taking pills.

As a righteous cultivator of the ancient curtain, he has already received the order to kill this cruel and ruthless evil cultivator, killing people and seizing treasures, it is excusable, but the ruthless method of killing people and taking pills has already made all the disciples within the range of death frightened.

After these disciples were afraid, the emotions and shadows caused by them accumulated for a long time, and they attracted the attention of many sects in the ancient curtain, especially these disciples who were ordered to come to hunt for treasures, and they asked to leave one after another under the fear of Meng Yang, which also caused many sects to secretly hold a grudge against Meng Yang.

After all, for them, Meng Yang had already affected their interests.

Besides, within the range of dead qi, the monks only saw each other killing each other, they all had one eye open and one eye closed, and few people paid attention, but every time a monk died, Meng Yang's figure appeared, which made many people directly push Meng Yang to the alien position that all the Demon Barbarian Sect Cities had to get rid of.

Even many of the people who killed their fellow disciples and other cultivators all pushed the evil in their hands on Meng Yang's head, and after a long time, the first one who couldn't help it was the burly middle-aged man of the Quadruple Realm in the middle of the Gathering Martial Arts in front of him.

Although his disciple was not killed by Meng Yang, his disciple's Yuan Shen was taken away by Meng Yang.

Knowing that his disciple was dead, he used a secret technique to track down Meng Yang directly, and immediately thought that it was Meng Yang who killed his disciple, so he was furious, he didn't ask, and his shot was the strongest blow, but unfortunately, it still failed, and he still underestimated Meng Yang's true strength.

Meng Yang didn't care whether this person appeared, whether it was because of love and righteousness, or because he was compensating for his apprentice, Meng Yang, who had a clear conscience, only understood that he had almost died in the hands of this person just now, since he was able to kill the existence of the late stage of Juwu in the dead qi space before, then at this moment, in this dead qi, he was also able to kill the burly middle-aged man who was in the early stage of Juwu.

"I want this treasure!"

Looking at the huge figure gathered behind Meng Yang, the burly middle-aged man was surprised, and his greed couldn't stop filling his heart, and his eyes were fiery, and he immediately showed that he was bound to win this treasure.

I didn't expect that the existence of a mere late stage of Gongwu would have such a strange treasure that could coexist with the ban.

Meng Yang sneered, looked at the fire of desire in the burly middle-aged man's eyes, and punched him to his chest, and at the same time, the huge black shadow that condensed into a human shape behind him also threw a punch and went straight to the burly middle-aged man who was a hundred meters away.

In the overflow of the violent aura, I saw that the burly middle-aged man immediately pinched the law with his hand, bit the tip of his tongue, and opened his mouth to spew out a mouthful of blood mist.

Then, a long sword with a blood-colored body immediately flashed faintly out of the blood mist.

The burly middle-aged man made a move, and the blood-colored flying sword immediately flew in front of him, and under the slamming of both palms, a stream of diffused round blood suddenly formed a spirit cover from the flying sword's body, shrouding the body, directly blocking the smashed fist of the revenant.

The revenant soul that hit the blood-colored spirit cover, under the roar of the shock, scattered into a black aura, like a black tide, spread out behind the blood-colored spirit cover, all the earth along the way was cracking countless huge cracks, and the earth shook and the mountains shook, causing all the monks within a few miles to raise their heads in horror and look in the direction of the battle between the two.

The scattered souls immediately turned back and regrouped behind Meng Yang under the hiss.

One blow failed, and the burly middle-aged man's face was full of mockery, but the moment this look just appeared, a crisis suddenly made the burly middle-aged man's face change, and he saw that the forbidden light curtain that enveloped the two of them suddenly flashed countless runes.

A sharp roar of breaking through the sky echoed in his ears, and the runes that flickered on the forbidden light curtain suddenly turned into cold lightsabers, broke away from the light curtain, and rushed towards the burly middle-man.

The burly man looked at the overwhelming, endless flying sword, with the help of the blood remaining on the tip of his tongue, licked it into the palm of the raised hand, and then the other hand, stained with the blood in the palm, immediately turned into a symbol strangely.

Gritting his teeth, the symbol suddenly turned into a fountain that sprayed like blood.

Immediately after, a bloody claw that grew a hundred feet long suddenly stretched out from the blood-colored fountain.

Meng Yang raised his eyebrows sharply, and instantly felt a terrifying thrust, and the moment the blood claw stretched out, it actually caused the direction of the flying sword to fly to change in violation of the rules, and all of them reversed in the direction they came from.

Even if a small number of the flying swords were not affected, they were also slamming under the bloody hand, making countless metal impact sounds, and they were bounced out alive, and this blow seemed to consume a lot of spiritual power from the burly middle-aged man, and in the process of controlling the attack of the bloody hand, he hurriedly swallowed several pills to restore spiritual power.

Seeing that all the flying sword attacks were blocked by the blood claws, the burly middle-aged man didn't say a word, and immediately recalled the bloody hand, but he didn't notice that at the moment when the bloody hand appeared, a different color suddenly appeared on Meng Yang's face.

"Nine Xuan Zhenzun Three Divine Heavenly Technique, open!"

Suddenly, Meng Yang's hands shot out countless Dharma seals one after another, stepping on the air with his feet and stepping off the horse, a monstrous power centered on him, with the momentum of ten thousand horses galloping, spread wildly around, everywhere he went, the heavens and the earth seemed to be roaring, the earth was trembling, as if something was about to break out of the ground.

The burly middle-aged complexion changed for the first time, not surprised, not surprised, but frightened, he couldn't describe this feeling that suddenly appeared in the bottom of his heart, but he felt that Meng Yang was constantly pinching this magic seal with both hands, and the unexplained horror in his heart became stronger and stronger.

The heart, which had not been beating in fear for a long time, was beating uncontrollably at this moment.

At this moment, countless symbols that spread this powerful meaning overflowed from the magic seals made by Meng Yang's hands.

After these symbols appeared, they were like stars in the sky, shrouding Meng Yang's body, revolving around Meng Yang, and the whole process lasted only three breaths, but Meng Yang's magic seal had reached more than three hundred.

The hands that were constantly changing, almost all of them were afterimages.

After three breaths, Meng Yang suddenly stopped his hands, and the violent aura around his body also became clean in an instant.

The long hair that danced wildly was also draped down, and everything seemed as calm as if it had never happened.

But the crisis in the burly middle-aged heart was amplified wirelessly at this moment, and his mouth was dry, and he immediately raised his sword without thinking about it, and retreated behind him, but at this time, Meng Yang suddenly raised his head, and when the corners of his mouth rose, a strange smile appeared on his face.

After this smile appeared, the burly middle-aged heart seemed to stop beating at this moment, and the sound of iron cables colliding suddenly appeared, but seeing that among the symbols surrounding Meng Yang's rotation, he immediately stretched out a thigh-thick iron chain, more than three hundred symbols, and more than three hundred iron cables appeared, and the target of these pitch-black iron cables was not a burly middle-aged, but a bloody hand that kept stretching back into the blood-colored fountain.

"Now that you're out, let's stay......"