Looking at everyone's busy figures, Zhang Muyang sneered and said: "It's a good mood, if you have to come over and die by yourself, then don't blame me." ”

With the hands of these monks, a curtain of light rose beside Zhang Muyang, Zhang Muyang raised his eyebrows and glanced at it, and he didn't know if it was because of the supply of spiritual energy in Gali, this formation was much stronger than just now, but it was only a little stronger, and for Zhang Muyang, there was not much difference.

He glanced at it and slammed it out.

"Bang!"

It seemed to be a crockpot shattered, and the light curtain that had just risen shattered under Zhang Muyang's punch, and after a burst of breaking sounds, it shattered, and those who had just used all their strength to prepare to give Zhang Muyang a hard blow all flew out with blood in their mouths, and after struggling on the ground twice, all of them were lifeless.

And just after Zhang Muyang smashed the formation, the remaining monks all showed their unique skills and hit Zhang Muyang. In an instant, Zhang Muyang's surroundings were full of colors, and all kinds of spells exploded.

The resulting explosion resounded throughout the valley, and the monks who had not participated in the siege for various reasons looked sideways, wondering what was going on here.

This trip to the ruins encountered too many accidents, first the mutual temptation and fighting between the major forces, then the inexplicable coercion and thunder, followed by the endless sea of skeletons, and now in the place of the nameless valley, there is such a cracking sound again.

Those only remaining scattered cultivators, trembling in their hearts, longing to be away from this kind of place of right and wrong, the farther away the better, when they just entered here, they were still extravagant, fantasizing that they could get adventures here, and from then on, Dick Si counterattacked Bai Fumei, but the ruthless reality, cruel and indifferent shattered their illusions.

Maybe the lucky ones who counterattack because of the leak do exist, but the probability of this kind of nothing falling on their heads is almost zero, and they have to experience death threats again and again, so after feeling this bursting sound, they can go as far as they want, lest they be implicated.

Among these people, there was a beautiful girl who frequently turned her head to look, and she kept thinking in her heart: "Is it you? Brother Zhang Mu." ”

Zhang Muyang, who was hooking his hands to kill someone, suddenly sneezed, he frowned and rubbed his nose, and muttered in his heart: "Who is thinking about me again." ”

Now Zhang Muyang's side is full of corpses, in less than three minutes, Zhang Muyang almost killed half of the people besieging him, he stood among the corpses all over the ground, only feeling that he wanted to do something with people became stronger and stronger. The move just now can only be regarded as a warm-up for him, not even a warm-up, he barely moved his hands and feet, his swordsmanship and Taoism "Nine Turns Xuangong" broke through to the third turn, and he didn't show it at all.

"Do you have any more powerful tricks? Let me see, if you only have this ability, then you won't be able to leave any of them today. ”

The only remaining ordinary monks looked at Zhang Muyang, and one of them said: "Zhang Muyang, don't be complacent, it's you who will die today." ”

Although Zhang Muyang slaughtered chickens and dogs, wiped out nearly half of them, and worked hard to arrange the formation for half a day, it was so vulnerable in front of Zhang Muyang, but they still kept a glimmer of hope in their hearts, and this hope and courage seemed to come from the bottom of their hearts. It seems to come from this valley.

"Cassibala, Stand ......"

With the chanting of the mantra of the dressed and African indigenous chieftains, Zhang Muyang finally waited for a long time for the big move, and they finally released it.

"Roar!"

A strange roar sounded, and in this roar, there seemed to contain endless killing intent, and as the roar became more and more real, a monster slowly walked out of the stone carving they had just carved.

It was pitch black, huge like an elephant, and had a third eye the size of a copper bell on its forehead.

Zhang Muyang looked at the big guy in front of him speechlessly, and couldn't help pinching his nose, he couldn't figure it out, why these gringos played summoning as soon as they couldn't beat them, Ah San of the Indian Kingdom, and the Dongying people who had fought a few times before, and even the monks of the Yue Kingdom were still, they were so bored that they couldn't play something new? And every time the things summoned were so ugly, they didn't need to look at it, they knew whether they were special villains, or the kind that couldn't live for 500 words.

"Go ahead, kill him. ”

Under the control of those African chiefs, the monster roared and pounced towards Zhang Muyang, for the momentum of this goods, the fierce and vicious, the person concerned Zhang Muyang didn't seem to see it, his attention was now shifted to the other side, it didn't matter at all, it was enough to crush a tank into a random monster.

Zhang Muyang is so big, in addition to the impact caused by this monster, there is really no big threat to him, and he also has a divine object that restrains the so-called summoned beast, that is, the tentacles left by Zhang Muyang after he took away the strange insect in Ula Province before, and the feathers left on the strange bird that Zhang Muyang has not had time to deal with.

You must know that although they were scolded by Zhang Muyang, they are also high-level creatures, even if they are the number one species in the cultivation world, this kind of life-level bloodline coercion is the most lethal for these monsters. Just like the strange snake before, the monster summoned by the African chieftain comrades directly turned back after a few meters close to Zhang Muyang.

"This ...... How could he control the gondola?"

Seeing that the monster that had not yet attacked, it directly turned against the water, several African chief comrades, began to shout one after another. They don't understand. The invincible monster gondola in the previous struggle, and even the monster of an armored squad could be trampled on, how could it suddenly be controlled by Zhang Muyang, they didn't even see Zhang Muyang make a move.

"Is he the real monster? Is he the devil sent down from heaven? Is he the real master of these monsters, otherwise how can you explain this situation. ”

This thought was not just what they were thinking, but many of the monks present were suspecting that with the revival of the aura and the resumption of practice, something that had been refuted as feudal superstition would flourish again in the world, especially among the monks.

Not mentioning their bizarre ideas, Zhang Muyang tilted his head sideways and looked at a few Dongying people.

Behind them, a black shadow vaguely appeared, and the spiritual power fluctuations coming from this black shadow were much stronger than the so-called bullshit gondola just now.

(End of chapter)