In just half a day, almost all the powerful demonic monks in the Yin Charm Valley knew the news.

There are more and more teams looking for his whereabouts, and the number of people is getting bigger and bigger.

During the flight, Meng Yang encountered many demonic monks who were greedy and secretly observing him.

Although the appearance information spread by the Northern Yuan Sect is just his disguise.

But the one behind him was extremely eye-catching, and the Revenant Blood Moon couldn't hide it at all.

Under the operation of the Nine Xuangong Method, this is terrifying, extremely strong and murderous, once it is withdrawn from the body, it will not only seriously injure Meng Yang, the realm will slip, the previous achievements will be lost, and there will even be worries about life.

The third Xuantian is not the same as the first Xuantian and the second Xuantian.

The third Xuantian was particularly important for condensing the Dharma Transformation God outside the body, and there was no room for Meng Yang to have any desire to evade and retreat.

Especially seeing the many primordial martial arts beings who were far behind him, with greedy eyes in their eyes, even if Meng Yang could stop the operation of the murderous Xuandan, because of this pair of ill intentions, his vicious gaze flashed, and the killing intent became even more uncontrollably rich.

I saw that he suddenly stopped in the air, took a deep breath, and the moment he opened his eyes again, a black lightning suddenly emerged from his eyes, and then his left hand was raised, and thousands of kilometers away, more than a dozen demonic monks who were hiding in dense followers suddenly burst into flames, and the seven holes bled to death.

The black lightning that came back hooked their souls and threw them into the blood moon behind Meng Yang.

As a result, hundreds of demonic monks had gathered around, and all of them trembled in their hearts, and their bodies were filled with cold air.

The madness and greed in his eyes, the moment he was occupied by terror, his face burst back in shock.

"Dare to stop me, kill..."

Meng Yang's face was ruthless, and his eyes were even more cold.

Everywhere they looked, countless monks were frightened, and none of them dared to look at each other.

After a few breaths, he looked at the south, and after echoing the three words of Beiyuanzong in his mind, he sneered and went straight to Beiyuanzong, he wanted to see what the reason for this person who was chasing and killing him.

Yin Charm Valley does not have the existence of the Heavenly Fetal Realm, and the strongest is also the cultivation of the Gathering Martial Realm.

This is also the reason why Meng Yang used murderous qi as the third Xuandan cultivation of the Nine Xuangong Method after coming to Yin Charm Valley.

For a group of extremely vicious and murderous demons in the Yin Charm Valley, Meng Yang did not have any burden in his heart to kill them.

Especially when this group of monks provoked themselves at this moment, it aroused the dark side that Meng Yang had never had in his heart.

Everything appeared in front of Meng Yang, and the monk who sneaked up on the attack, whether it was the palace martial period or the early martial stage, Meng Yang did not hesitate, and the shot was the impact of the spirit stone that fused with dead qi.

Every time he killed, the blood moon behind Meng Yang became richer and bigger.

The soul that was contained in it, screaming and screaming, caused fear among countless people.

All the monks who hadn't made a move yet, or were about to attack and kill Meng Yang, thought of getting paid, and all of them were secretly glad that they didn't make a move.

It wasn't until Meng Yang went away that they didn't dare to stop them, only to find that the placket behind them was already wet with cold sweat.

Some are afraid, some are crazy.

And those who frantically shot at Meng Yang, without exception, Xie was killed by a finger.

In just a moment of incense, behind Meng Yang, the blood moon shrouded a hundred meters, and even the bright moon in the sky was overshadowed.

The red color of the rich murderous aura gathered together was as shocking as if it could drip blood

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In the midst of the blood moon, with more than a thousand miserable souls, all the monks who saw this scene were cold and their scalps were numb.

From a distance, the sword-stepping young man with indifferent eyes and ruthless face was like a Jizo killing god in charge of the bitter sea.

Every time he passed, one person died, and every time he raised his hand, there was one more soul in the blood moon behind him.

The child-faced and white-haired old man standing on the top of a mountain far away, his pupils shrank slightly, revealing a trace of uneasiness, and his heart was beating violently, his hands and feet were even colder, and his heart palpitated as he looked at the thousands of souls screaming in the blood moon, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

"What kind of cultivation is this person, he is so fierce, this kind of killing, even I, who call myself a demon barbarian, are afraid, Gong Wu is as easy as slaughtering a dog in front of him, even if there are many people, don't try to stop him..."

The old man gasped, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his eyes showed deep jealousy, and said solemnly.

"Shaozong, what kind of person is you provoking..."

Staring at Meng Yang who killed several people in the distance, the white-haired old man with a childish face didn't think about it, when Meng Yang was about to approach his place, he immediately cast a spell and fled quickly, and the seven palace martial artists he brought this time all died in the hands of Meng Yang.

And he died at the hands of the other party without any resistance.

The strange scene of raising his hand, spitting out the word death, and bursting his head in an instant, made his fear of Meng Yang reach an unprecedented level, what demon cultivation, what evil cultivation, in front of the other party, it is simply a small thing, that under the blood moon of thousands of souls, even he can't do the other party's coldness, as if it is not a person who dies in his hands, but an ant.

The other middle-aged Gong Wu period, who was hiding in the dark and staring at all this in horror, also did not say a word on paper, and fled decisively, and at the same time, a hatred emerged in his heart, and this hatred was not revealed to Meng Yang, but to Bei Yuanzong.

"Fortunately, I didn't make a move, those few died in the hands of the other party, such a strong existence, no wonder Beiyuanzong would offer such an irrational reward, whoever goes will be sent to death, Lao Tzu will not work hard for this group of bastards of Beiyuanzong..."

"As soon as this matter is over, I still leave the ghost place of Yin Ghost Valley, and I have to admit that this human cultivation is really strong..."

The people who were hiding in the escape team even had many palace warriors, secretly cursing the Northern Yuan Sect and pushing them into the fire pit.

Among them, there were several old men who were demonic, and their faces were even more grim, secretly recalling the scene of Meng Yang's monstrous killing.

All the monks who escaped death may not be able to erase the terrifying back that Meng Yang left in their hearts from now on.

And all this is destined to create Meng Yang's prestige.

also made Meng Yang's killing name spread to the border of the underworld of the ancient burial old soil with a stormy momentum.

The monks who survived and escaped were shocked one by one, secretly glad that they had made the most critical decision at the most critical moment, if they shot like other monks, they were afraid that they would have become a part of the soul in the blood moon, and they would not have time to be happy, they would not even return to their own gang, but fled directly from the Valley of the Yin Charm.

When the dawn broke, Meng Yang, who was indifferent, raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Polar eyes and four fields, withered yellow and desolate dotted mountains and forests, the outline of the Northern Yuan Sect appears.

Between the three highest peaks of the Northern Yuan Sect, a faint halo was emerging at this moment.

This halo is in the dense fog of Taiyou Valley, and under the reflection of the morning sun rising in the east, it is glowing with brilliant light, like the surface of a water lake, with circles and ripples

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Yi, encircling the entire Northern Yuan Sect parcel.

From a distance, it looks like a bubble half-covered in the earth.

Above this bubble light curtain, there were thirteen demonic barbarians who had scattered the breath of the late stage of the palace martial arts at this moment. And these demons, when they saw the black-haired young man dancing wildly under the cold blood moon that covered the sky and covered the hands and feet, and the young man in black brocade clothes, looked like a great enemy, and his face was terrifying.

Inductively encircling the mountain protection array of the Northern Yuan Sect, Meng Yang controlled the embroidered spring knife to stagnate in the air, his eyes swept away like electricity, and instantly made the thirteen palace martial artists of the Northern Yuan Sect exist, his face was gloomy and uncertain, and he bowed his head and was silent.

And the only young man who looked at Meng Yang exuded an evil smell, which made the cold glow in Meng Yang's eyes instantly become rich.

Without thinking much about it, Meng Yang knew that the young man standing in the team was the young sect master of the Northern Yuan Sect who had a reward for chasing him, Ji Yuanbai, an existence who was also in the late stage of Gongwu.

There was only panic and incredulity in Ji Yuanbai's eyes, but there was no fear.

As if he had something to rely on, he looked more calm than the other palace martial demons beside him.

He himself didn't expect that for the sake of a woman, a magic weapon of unknown grade would provoke an existence in the palace martial period, and he was not an ordinary late palace martial monk, or even a demon barbarian monk.

Others couldn't sense Meng Yang's aura hidden by the murderous aura of the blood moon behind him, how could he not see through his cultivation of special exercises. Others thought that Meng Yang was at least a powerhouse in the Gathering Martial Arts Realm, and even if he wasn't, he was also a half-step Gathering Martial Arts powerhouse.

But under his exercises, he really sensed that Meng Yang's cultivation was really only in the late stage of Gongwu.

Even the existence of the palace martial arts three spirits has not broken through.

At this moment, Ji Yuanbai thought too much.

The more he thought about it, the more greedy he became.

Others only saw Meng Yang's horror, Meng Yang's ruthlessness, and killing Gong Wu was as simple as an ant.

But what he saw was the secret of Meng Yang's strength.

Ji Yuanbai groaned secretly in his heart, and Meng Yang also thought in his heart as usual.

Since Ji Yuan is the young sect master of the Northern Yuan Sect and the existence of the late stage of Gongwu, there is no need to guess, and I know that the strength of the sect master of the Northern Yuan Sect should be stronger, and it may even be the existence of the Juwu Realm.

It can be sensed for a long time, and no aura more powerful than thirteen people has been found.

Meng Yang narrowed, without saying a word, raised his left hand, and the void in his chest was a little.

This point is galloping, and this finger is agitating the four fields, and the momentum runs through Changhong.

Just when Meng Yang thought that this blow would be stained with blood.

I saw that the light curtain surrounding the Beiyuan Sect suddenly rippled in circles, and then a swelling brilliance, like an inflated balloon, hit the black lightning that struck. When he landed, a deafening roar sounded, and the black lightning was directly bounced back by the light curtain.

A dizzying thunder blasted in my head.

The thirteen palace martial monks standing above the Northern Yuan Sect, as well as the nearly 10,000 demonic disciples in the Northern Yuan Sect, shouted one after another. Although they couldn't see the black lightning in the Death Qi Xuandan, how could they not see the large array of light that had just suddenly flickered in essence.

They were originally uneasy, and their hearts couldn't help beating wildly, but they were instantly stunned.

Under the stunned face, it seemed that he had only reacted that the other party's strange attack method that took his life directly and could not be seen was really blocked by the mountain protection array.

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