This brute is about fifty years old, his expression is hazy, and his face is tense.

Under the raised thick eyebrows, a pair of eyes that were burned red by anger shot out two cold rays, staring at the back of the person standing under the red moon in the distance.

The frosty hair on the sideburns exposed by the green tendons, and the blue robe behind him, are dancing with the wind.

His appearance made all the disciples of the Northern Yuan Sect look like ashes, and all of them were surprised.

Even Ji Yuanbai's eyes full of fear flashed with undisguised excitement.

And this person is the sect master of the Northern Yuan Sect, the only strong man in the Yin Charm Valley, He Pengyuan.

Looking at a demon barbarian fleeing for his life in the distance, Meng Yang's gaze forced him to raise his finger and fall.

As soon as he stared at him, he turned his head to look, and just saw He Pengyuan's angry gaze.

Between the four eyes, the Northern Yuan Sect's mountain protection array suddenly squirmed.

Drop by drop, the blue light spots floating up from the large array frantically gathered behind He Pengyuan.

In just a few breaths, a mighty-looking, hundred-foot-long, fierce tiger condensed out.

The moment the tiger appeared, a roar that exuded a harsh aura resounded in the heavens and the earth.

The domineering aura mixed in the voice made all the creatures in the entire Yin Charm Valley tremble uncontrollably.

"All the palace martial realm monks in the Yin Charm Valley have been killed, and the monks of the early martial realm have been killed and injured by more than a thousand people, and under the murderous aura, its strong range is even more shrouded in nearly a thousand meters, such a heart-wrenching killing, aren't you afraid, the karmic fire will one day make you eat your soul and scatter, and it will be difficult to enter the ranks of reincarnation?"

He Pengyuan, whose face was full of gloom, looked at Meng Yang in mid-air, and was furious.

Meng Yang's eyes were like electricity, and he swept He Pengyuan lightly, and under the spiritual sense, he found that this He Pengyuan's cultivation had actually reached the point of the fivefold realm in the middle stage of the martial arts, and the giant tiger turned into a large array behind him was even more exuding the coercion that all living beings would bow down.

Seeing that Meng Yang was silent, He Pengyuan's voice was even more passionate and angry: "Yin Charm Valley, although it is a gathering place for a group of extremely vicious demons, but there are many desperate poor people among them, just like me and you and others, they also have good intentions. ”

"Even if you are wrong, you will kill it, why does the killing intent in your heart not decrease at all, but becomes stronger?"

As soon as these words came out, the sound was like thunder, shaking all around.

Let all the disciples in the Northern Yuan Sect look at Meng Yang under the blood moon with complicated expressions in their eyes.

Even Ji Yuanbai showed a look of hesitation and remorse on his face, and lowered his head.

"If you provoke me, you have to think about the consequences. I am a human monk, and you are a demonic monk, and thousands of years ago they were incompatible. If I hadn't been strong, you wouldn't have appeared, because after all, it's all greed. ”

"If you let Ji Yuanbai cut himself, I will leave immediately, and I will never appear in the Yin Charm Valley from now on..."

Meng Yang's expression was unmoved, and when he said the three words Ji Yuanbai, the monstrous killing intent in his tone made all the monks in the Northern Yuan Sect tremble. They knew that if the suzerain did not agree, he would be greeted with even more fierce killing.

Although the mountain protection array could make them feel at ease, the shadow of fear for Meng Yang could not be erased in this life.

He Pengyuan glanced at Meng Yang coldly, and said in a deep voice: "The dispute between the two clans, right and wrong, I am not qualified to comment, since I, as the sect master of the Northern Yuan Sect, must be the protector of the sect, if you want to kill, there is only one battle." ”

"If you are defeated, please leave on your own, and if I am defeated, the Northern Yuan Sect will be at your disposal. ”

"But please let those junior martial disciples go, so, you, can you dare to fight?"

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Meng Yang stared at He Pengyuan's sharp gaze and shouted loudly: "Why don't you dare..."

This shout, mixed with the thick battle intent, made the surrounding gray fog seem to dare not stop, turning into ripples and retreating layer by layer.

In the Northern Yuan Sect, thousands of demonic disciples all looked up at the two people in mid-air.

The qi and blood in the body seemed to be boiling without his control at this moment.

He Pengyuan's eyes flashed, and he glanced at Meng Yang heavily.

Knowing that Meng Yang's cultivation was the Heavenly Abandonment Trick, He Pengyuan almost as soon as Meng Yang's words fell, he pinched the seal with both hands, and in the overflow of spiritual power, an umbrella that sprinkled purple light immediately overflowed from the center of his eyebrows and stopped three feet above his head.

After the umbrella was opened, the purple light instantly shone down, forming a circular light curtain, surrounding He Pengyuan, and bursts of forbidden power overflowed from the purple light, making Meng Yang's eyes can't help but narrow into a thin slit, and he is even more looking forward to this battle.

He Pengyuan is very smart, and that umbrella seems to be a treasure that can trap people.

But He Pengyuan's choice is different from others.

He didn't choose to trap Meng Yang, but cast it on his body, forming a kind of spiritual shield that could isolate the Heavenly Forsaken Trickery and protect it around his body, Meng Yang wanted to use the spiritual sense that fused with dead qi to hit and kill the other party, it was no longer possible.

In the Northern Yuan Sect, Ji Yuanbai was more concerned about this battle than others, and at this moment, his face was pale, and he kept begging in his heart that the sect master of this battle, He Pengyuan, could defeat Meng Yang in one fell swoop, and it was best to kill the other party, so that he would not have any worries.

Even in his heart, he had already calculated how to obtain the treasure that was particularly important to him when Meng Yang died.

After all, he was the culprit who brought Meng Yang to the Northern Yuan Sect.

If He Pengyuan is defeated or even dead, he will definitely not survive.

Thinking that if he died, his soul would be sealed in the blood moon, Ji Yuan's pale face turned even paler.

Ji Yuanbai had Xiao Jiujiu in his heart, and the faces of the others were even more gloomy.

The killing that Meng Yang brought them along the way was the most terrifying scene they had ever seen.

If He Pengyuan is defeated and dies, then what will be their fate?

Was it killed by Meng Yang, or was it controlled by Meng Yang?

And some female barbarian disciples are different.

In their minds, if He Pengyuan was defeated, it would show that Meng Yang was stronger.

Serving them at that time will surely bring more benefits.

It's a pity that they don't know that Meng Yang has no interest in this matter.

He Pengyuan also stared at the change in Meng Yang's expression, in his opinion, the reason why Meng Yang's combat power is so high, and he can be called invincible at the same level, is to rely on the Heavenly Abandonment Trick, once the Heaven Abandonment Trick fails to be used, then Meng Yang will be no different from the ordinary Palace Martial Realm.

And as a martial arts realm, he killed Meng Yang in just a thought.

But this thought, when he looked at Meng Yang's face with the same expression, his heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

Under this calm countenance, he could even see a hint of sarcasm embedded in it.

This made him, who was frowning, feel a strong sense of jealousy and solemnity towards Meng Yang in his heart for no reason.

Thinking of this, He Pengyuan's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he hesitated, not daring to strike first for a while.

Meng Yang sneered in his heart, and his body jumped out.

The spiritual power was condensed, and a ten-meter huge handprint was directly slammed towards He Pengyuan.

Under the agitation of the thick spiritual power, the earth within a radius of hundreds of meters seems to be

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It was difficult to withstand this might, and countless huge cracks were cracked.

He Pengyuan immediately burst back, stood on the head of the giant tiger with a large array of solidification, and pinched out several magic seals with both hands.

I saw He Pengyuan's body, like ice cubes on a hot iron, snorting, emitting green smoke and merging into the giant tiger's body.

A thunderous roar roared out of the giant tiger's mouth, and the giant tiger seemed to come to life in a trance.

Under the flames of the sky, he opened his mouth and spewed out a colorful light.

When this colorful light blurted out, he suddenly turned into a colorful net and slapped the big hand cover that fell down to Meng Yang.

As he approached, the big net suddenly squirmed, overflowing with a bouncing arc, expanding a circle again, directly holding the falling big hand in it, and flying towards the distant sky with the big hand.

This scene made all the demon barbarian disciples of the Northern Yuan Sect shout excitedly at the same time.

Meng Yang looked at the big net with the condensed hand of the spiritual technique, flying farther and farther, and was also stunned.

It was the first time he had seen this kind of method, which could directly stop the Na Ling technique and take it away from the battlefield.

The forbidden power of He Pengyuan's surrounding body was hidden in the condensed giant tiger law of the mountain protection array, and it was obviously impossible to defeat the other party in an instant, not only that, but because of He Pengyuan's integration into the giant tiger's body, Meng Yang was like facing a mountain protection array, and the means he used had no effect in an instant.

Meng Yang pondered for a while, and when the thoughtful look in his eyes disappeared, his body suddenly moved.

After appearing a hundred feet behind him, he immediately transformed the spiritual power in his body into a giant sword glowing with white light.

Stepping on the lightsaber with condensed spiritual power, his spiritual sense emerged and dipped into the storage bag.

Among the hundreds of storage bags that he killed and snatched, all the masterless magic weapons that exuded the treasure level treasure aura were all pulled by Meng Yang's consciousness and flew out towards the storage bags.

At the same time, the embroidered spring knife that was stagnant in the air suddenly flashed with a strange black flame.

This black flame overflowed, and with a pulling force, the magic weapon that flew out of the storage bag was attached to him, a sense of immediacy like snowflakes falling on the fire, so that those magic weapons attached to the embroidered spring knife began to make a crackling sound and melted instantly.

A little bit of machine spirit energy the size of a grain of rice, like a bead of light ejecting out, drilled into the embroidered spring knife.

One by one, all the disciples in the Northern Yuan Sect opened their eyes wide and looked at the many magic weapons that were destroyed in Meng Yang's hands.

Even He Pengyuan, who was in the giant tiger, looked at this scene in surprise.

He didn't know what Meng Yang was going to do at the moment, but he saw that the Embroidered Spring Knife, which was stagnant in the air and constantly absorbing the innate grade magic weapon, was definitely not as simple as an ordinary flying magic weapon.

And as time passed, the aura that overflowed from that strange single knife made even his heart tremble.

One hundred and twenty-one treasured magic weapons, when all of them were absorbed by the embroidered spring knife in an instant, but when I saw the void around the embroidered spring knife that was stagnant in the air, there were cracked linear lines.

It seems that the weight of the embroidered spring knife is beginning to be unbearable, and even the air is beginning to be unable to bear it, and it is squeezed out of a twisted scene.

The induction embroidered spring knife weighed ten tons, Meng Yang didn't say a word, and his left hand suddenly slapped on the embroidered spring knife.

Buzz...

Suddenly, the embroidered spring knife exudes a sky-high might.

At the moment when he went straight to the Northern Yuan Sect's mountain protection array, He Pengyuan, who was in the giant tiger, immediately changed his complexion.

His eyes showed a monstrous rage, and a loud roar immediately shook the four fields.

"How dare you..."

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