"Kill..."

I don't know who roared, and dozens of Palace Martial Realm cultivators moved in unison.

The killing word shouted in everyone's mouth actually rushed in all directions with a strange sound wave.

The killing word, straight into the sky, shocking the four fields, the momentum is like a rainbow, containing thousands of thousands.

Under this killing word, even Meng Yang's heart was buzzing.

"Come to war..."

Meng Yang's eyes were full of monstrous battle intent, and when he made a move, the wind and clouds surged, and the roar continued.

That posture of looking down on the world is destined to be deeply imprinted in everyone's minds and in the hearts of all the monks of the Northwest Sects.

With the flow of spiritual power, Meng Yang's whole body breath rose rapidly, and his long hair, which was automatic without wind, suddenly danced wildly.

"Like a god turning three times, turning the tide..."

[Consume millions of wealth, and turn the tide like a god with three turns. 】

[Improve a great realm within ten breaths, and change the situation that cannot be changed. 】

Suddenly, within a radius of dozens of miles, all the flowers and trees with spiritual energy were frantically sucked away.

The spiritual power at the time of the enrichment, when it gathered around Meng Yang's body, was like an eggshell, which made everyone shocked.

This extremely domineering snatching method was unheard of, and even the flying sword treasures in their hands were trembling here, as if they were screaming, as if they were afraid.

The early cultivation of the early martial arts also climbed directly to the peak because of this rich aura.

In the sky here, the Buddha has entered a world without aura.

That huge aura, like many white dragons, continued to revolve around Meng Yang.

In the Dantian Linghai Martial Soul, its swirling vortex grew larger and larger, almost breaking through the limit that Meng Yang could bear.

In the early stage of the First Martial Arts, the cultivation of the peak of the Triple Realm began to show a slight crack.

This rift is increasing more and more under the impact of the refined spiritual power that is constantly refined.

The sound of shattering sounded, and the breath of Meng Yang, who was standing in the middle of the heavens and the earth, suddenly rose to the top again, and the mid-stage cultivation was actually under the spiritual sense of many monks, until the later stage, breaking through the palace martial arts. The powerful spiritual power that overflowed and spread made everyone's faces look shocked and shocked.

For the first time, they knew about Meng Yang's horror, and for the first time, they knew the gap with Meng Yang.

For the first time, I knew why Meng Yang was able to be dressed in blood and step out of the siege of many Eastern Wilderness Sand Plains.

It was the first time that I knew the powerful spirit of swallowing mountains and rivers under the title of "black-clothed Yama".

It is worthy of the existence that many young people in the countries who have encountered with Meng Yang are worried, his strength, his back, and the war words in his roar, seem to be in harmony with the sky, seem to be integrated with the earth, and seem to be one with all things in this time.

The abnormality in the body caused the aura within a hundred miles of Meng Yang, like a rising tide, to roll wildly, gathering in the place that called them.

The surprise in everyone's eyes became thicker and thicker, and the weight on their faces became thicker and thicker.

No one dared to step forward, no one dared to speak out.

A feeling of pain appeared, and the countless pores under Meng Yang's skin immediately overflowed with blood, and after only three breaths, his whole body was covered with blood beads.

Meng Yang gritted his teeth, endured the sharp pain, and swallowed it again.

The aura of the Gong Martial Realm instantly surged, and the rich white mist that the aura in front of him turned into was instantly reduced by half.

It wasn't until this moment that Meng Yang realized that he couldn't control it.

The spiritual sea vortex that was constantly absorbing the spiritual energy made Meng Yang's face extremely difficult to see.

He knew that if he allowed this whirlpool to be swallowed, he would have to explode.

With a wave of his hand, Meng Yang was ready to put all the remaining spiritual energy in his mind and guide it towards Rao Tianhuang's body.

Who knew that there was no movement in the slightest of these many auras in front of him, and he was not moved by Meng Yang's call and control.

Suddenly, he recognized Mengyang Dantian, and he couldn't fly away.

It was like a queue of many aura, dense, and its density made Meng Yang's face flush with fear.

The many monks standing in the air looked at Meng Yang who was wrapped in the white mist aura that was gathering more and more, and secretly swallowed their saliva, but they didn't know the pain and helplessness of Meng Yang in it.

The great load, the aura that broke through the limit, made many skins under Meng Yang's placket crack and wounds.

The blood that was like a spurt of water, under the crowding of the aura, actually rushed out.

Meng Yang's face turned pale in an instant, his pupils shrank sharply, and regardless of anything, he bent his fingers on the many spiritual qi white mist in front of him, and roared: "Explosion..."

Under the roar, the white mist ignited in an instant, and the powerful impact directly caused a shocking and sunken huge wound on the back of Meng Yang, who had just turned around, which was so white that it made people's scalps tingle at a glance.

This impact not only seriously injured Meng Yang, but also pushed his body upside down.

Many Palace Martial Realm cultivators hurriedly flew back, not knowing what was going on at all, and wanted to go and check it out.

But when he saw the immortal king's soul shadow that had been standing in the firelight without the slightest reaction, he immediately snuffed out the courage that had finally appeared in his heart.

The sound of rolling explosions was far away.

Many palace martial realm monks waited for a long time, and when they saw that the fire of the explosion finally disappeared, they found that only the immortal king soul shadow standing in the air did not see Meng Yang, and they immediately knew that they had been deceived.

At the same time, the Immortal King's soul shadow also disappeared faintly after Meng Yang got farther and farther away.

But no one noticed that the Immortal King's soul shadow was about to dissipate, and a trace of agility flashed in his red bloody eyes, and he turned his head to look in the direction Meng Yang had left, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Chase, chase, chase, chase, can't let him run..."

The people who reacted looked at each other, and under hesitation, chased in the direction that Meng Yang left.

And some people who stayed in place had Meng Yang's previous sturdy body in their minds from time to time.

Finally, they looked at each other, shook their heads and sighed, and stayed where they were with a wry smile, while those with a decadent expression left silently.

The title of "Black-clothed Yama" is destined to resound throughout the northwest and south of the entire Zhao Kingdom from this moment on.

Like a flood tide over the mountain, all the monks of the younger generation know everything and know everything.

......

"The old man and the old ancestor of the Red Sect are dead, and the usability of life is guaranteed, all of this is fake. ”

Brocade clothes were bloody, and his breath was weak and sluggish, while escaping, he explained loudly to the people chasing behind him that he didn't have the Heavenly Fetal Realm Promotion Pill at all, and everything was Meng Yang deceiving them to play tricks.

But the eight powerhouses of the Gathering Martial Arts Realm who constantly blasted out their supernatural powers turned a deaf ear at all.

Whether it's true or not, killing the end of the game will just take some time for them.

At that time, when they are looking for Meng Yang, everything will be clear, in their thoughts, even if Meng Yang is strong, he is always a monk who has just broken through the early stage of the first martial arts, and in the face of dozens of palace martial realms, he is neither dead nor disabled.

The hesitant and uneasy end of Ge looked at the eight people behind him with a malicious grudge.

Knowing that if you don't use teleportation to escape, I'm afraid I'm really going to have to explain here.

After gritting his teeth slightly, he finally made up his mind that this revenge would be repaid one day.

"Teleport..."

As a curtain of light appeared at the feet of Zhong Ge, the figure slowly disappeared.

The eight old men of the Gathering Martial Arts Realm who came after him were immediately stunned, not knowing whether to chase or not.

"Wait for your little grandson, I will finally set foot in this country, and I am bound to kill you one by one, wait..."

One of the eight old men, frowned, and said sarcastically: "I wanted to let you live, but since I am looking for death, I can't leave you behind." ”

As soon as the words fell, a teleportation light curtain appeared under the person's feet.

The remaining seven people, under the advice of another old man, all used teleportation to chase them.

Being concerned about the existence of a Gathering Martial Realm would not dare to be put in any sect or cultivation country.

Since this final brother wants revenge, it must be cut down and eradicated.

Seeing that the seven people all teleported to chase after them, the remaining old man, without saying a word, immediately turned around and flew in the direction where he came.

......

"Are you sure? If you do, there will be a lot of people outside the garden town rushing here first. ”

"Although I am a palace martial artist, I can't guarantee your safety, and I even have to pay attention to other treasure thieves. ”

"Sure!" In the ancestral hall of Yuanzhen, Gao Yubo's face was cold, looking at the thick-lipped middle-aged man in front of him, and nodded without any hesitation.

"That's it, thirty breaths, that's the highest authority I can give. ”

The thick-liped middle-aged man had a complicated face, staring at the young man with a scar on his forehead in front of him.

As if thinking of something, he solemnly and silently patted Gao Yubo on the shoulder.

"Thank you, senior brother! Thirty breaths is enough. ”

After saying that, Gao Yubo showed gratitude and bowed with his fists.

With a sonorous sound, he drew his soft sword and walked towards the outside of the ancestral hall with a steady pace.

At this moment, outside the ancestral hall, outside the wooden fence of the stone road, there are no less than 20 people who stop.

On the rooftops of several inns opposite, the tables by the window were also full of people.

When he walked out of the ancestral hall, all the staggered and crisscrossed eyes were instantly enveloped.

There is scrutiny, greed, fiery, curiosity and interest in these gazes.

However, Gao Yubo's face remained unchanged, and he raised his hat slightly and glanced at it.

The hand on the hilt of the soft sword tightened, and suddenly he paused and closed his eyes.

The middle-aged man with thick lips who had been staring at Gao Yubo's back also raised his eyebrows.

He knew that the young man in front of him had something to say to him.

Sure enough, Gao Yubo, with thin lips slightly open, pressed the corners of his mouth down, and choked in his throat.

The wording was rigorous, and his voice was not hurried, and he said in a deep voice.

"If I die in Garden Town today, I beg my brother to help me with a word. ”

"What he asked me to do, it's done..."

......

Due south of the city, in a small restaurant.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at the bustle of people outside the window.

His lips were chapped, and Meng Yang, who had recovered from his physical injuries, couldn't help but think.

This is like the three turns of the gods, since the "power king is wild", since it is a pupil talent, there should be no problem.

However, the domineering nature of this method requires a very strong physical force to truly exert its maximum power.

In the end, when he lost control, fortunately, Meng Yang was still sane, and he used six or seven teleportations in a row to escape.

If it had been delayed for half a moment, I am afraid that it would have been besieged and intercepted by others, and his death would have disappeared.

Lowering his head and sweeping the gauze wrapped around his body, Meng Yang shook his head and smiled bitterly.

It looks like the three turns of the gods in a short period of time, and they can't be used anymore, at least they have to wait until the meat pile skill is upgraded to level 6.

As for the matter of refining the body, I have to wait for Rao Tianhuang to wake up from his slumber and ask a good question.

After making up his mind, Meng Yang was ready to take a look at Rao Tianhuang's condition in his heart.

Who knew that as soon as the spiritual consciousness was dispersed, he saw a scene of twilight outside the restaurant.

"Snow..."

"It's snowing!"