"Who is it?"

"This ......"

Bunchs of eyes looked towards the closed door. At this moment, the closed door of the cottage seemed to be slowly pushed open by a pair of invisible hands, and as the door opened, a terrifying killing intent also spread like a tide.

At the intersection of the crowd's sights, a man in a black robe and black hair, wearing a Yama mask, walked slowly with his hands behind his back.

"Old Monster Yang!"

Mu Han cried out in a lost voice.

He never expected that he had just led the Evil Wind Building to come to the Heaven Shaking Forest to settle down, and before he even had time to search the other party's location in a carpet way, the other party took the initiative to kill him.

"Is that him?"

Wu Shanhe looked at the other party, feeling that the other party only had a half-step of divine cultivation, and suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, and a trace of disdain flashed quietly in his eyes.

In the main hall, everyone was sitting in danger.

Although the other party only had a half-step divine thought cultivation, in these days, he had almost stirred up the entire evil path with his own strength, and no one dared to snub him.

But.

This time, Wu Shanhe came to help, and the people of the Evil Wind Building were somewhat relieved. Mu Han, who lost his mind, also came back to his senses immediately, staring at the mysterious Yang Master in front of him with a pair of eyes, eager to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

"You still dare to come over? Kill the four gods of my Evil Wind Tower, and don't crush your bones and scatter ashes, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"

"Why don't you dare to come?" Yang Mucheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and responded with a sneer. "I'm leaving the Heaven Shaking Forest today, so I'm going to use the destruction of your Evil Wind Tower today as food for me to leave the Heaven Shaking Forest!"

Come and kill the Evil Wind Tower.

Yang Mucheng naturally has his own plans.

He was constantly chasing after him, and if he had followed, the remaining months would have been spent in pursuit and flight. It is simply difficult to meet the requirements of Mr. Elegance in the agreed time.

Therefore, he used the Evil Wind Tower as food to warn those forces of the Evil Dao, so that he could leave here with peace of mind and look for the Innate Divine Tree.

"Old Monster Yang, do you think it's possible?"

Wu Shanhe stood up slowly, his robe shook off, and a domineering attitude spread. With a grasp of his right hand, the evil jade staff that had been dispersed before came back to his palm. "With me Wu Shanhe here today, you don't want to kill anyone in the Evil Wind Tower. Of course, you also have to die here, as the price for your provocation of the Evil Wind Tower!"

After speaking, Wu Shanhe slowly raised the evil jade staff in his right hand and aimed it at Yang Mucheng. In an instant, the surrounding rolling aura was pulled and turned into thousands of threads, forming a silk rope visible to the naked eye, winding towards Yang Mucheng.

Each rope is the thickness of a thumb, like a snake. Even if you are a strong god and are entangled by so many silk ropes, you will be tied into a dumpling and unable to move.

"This ......"

Yang Mucheng's eyes narrowed, and a trace of surprise flashed in his expression.

Generally speaking, a person who is strong in divine thoughts must have a seal chanting spell to operate the power of heaven and earth, but this Wu Shanhe does not seem to be. Yang Mucheng couldn't be surprised, in the face of those aura silk ropes, he pointed at him like a sword, and with a stirring of his right hand, a ring of sword qi swept out, and countless spiritual qi silk ropes were cut off by him.

At this time, Wu Shanhe's second blow had arrived.

He smiled faintly, and the evil jade staff slowly lifted and slammed into the ground. At this moment, the whole heaven and earth seemed to be centered on him, and infinite light quickly sprinkled down, gathering on Wu Shanhe's body. The broken aura silk rope was actually entangled with each other, turning into a hundred-meter snake, and almost without warning, it bit towards Yang Mucheng.

"Bang!"

Yang Mucheng slashed with his right hand again, and a sword light of twenty feet slashed at the big snake. A loud explosion came, and the sword mangs were killed with the big snake.

"Tie?"

There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd in the main hall.

Many people have turned pale. They originally thought that Wu Shanhe, the senior brother of the sect master, could easily kill the other party, but who knew that this round of fighting first was actually comparable. This scene made them secretly worried.

"Idiot!" Mu Han shouted in hatred that iron is not made of steel. "Don't you see that Senior Brother is completely playing with Old Monster Yang. In the previous two moves, he just moved his mind slightly, and hit casually. But Old Monster Yang is going all out!"

Mu Han narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice: "The Transformation Period, there are three realms. Divine thoughts, Shinto, divine seas. Every master of the god transformation stage is all a thought of the wind and thunder, and a thought of frightening ghosts and gods! Yang Lao Wei has not entered the divine thought, and he has never known the horror of the divine thought!"

The three realms of the Transformation Period are the process of manipulating the power of heaven and earth.

In this realm of cultivation, the power of a martial artist's moves will increase tenfold or hundredfold. What's more, Wu Shanhe still has the evil jade staff in his hand. Ordinary divine thoughts, not opponents at all. What's more, Yang Mucheng only has a half-step divine thought?

As soon as Mu Han said this, many of the disciples and elders of the Evil Wind Building came to their senses, and when they looked at Yang Mucheng's gaze, they were no longer as afraid and afraid as before, but more ridicule and disdain.

"Can you resist my two moves? Good means, no wonder you can stir up most of the evil ways with your own strength!" Wu Shanhe was surprised, although he knew that Yang Mu was strong, he had never been in contact with it. Now that they are officially fighting, they have a clear understanding.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Yang Mucheng, and a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes. "It's a pity that you didn't meet me before. If you had met me earlier, you would have been gone!"

With a grasp of his right hand, a whirlpool rose in his palm, finally forming a cyclone like a storm. The edge of the cyclone was extremely sharp, with a whistling sound that cut through the air, as if even steel could easily tear apart. Then with a slight push, the blue cyclone had already 'swished' out, bringing a long air mark in mid-air, emitting a sharp whistling in the air, and breaking directly in front of Yang Mucheng.

On the spot at Longhu Villa.

Sun Changhai danced with his sleeves and brought up two evil dragons. At that time, Yang Mucheng only felt that the other party's tricks were shocking and terrifying. And Wu Shanhe pushed it casually, compared with the evil dragon that swept the world a few days ago, it was as small as an ant, but it was several times more powerful, or even hundreds of times.

Even.

When this cyclone was spinning, the violent hurricane it brought with it was like a knife cut, and even Yang Mucheng's powerful body felt a faint tingling.

"Not good!"

Yang Mucheng's complexion changed slightly.

It was only then that he understood the terrifying strength of this Wu Shanhe, and his Yuan Ying was shocked, and his internal strength swept out, gushing out like a tide, pouring into his fist. Smashed towards this small cyclone, only to hear a crackling sound of 'boom', and the small cyclone was shattered by Yang Mucheng. But at the same time, the power contained in the cyclone also completely erupted and poured into his body.

Boom –

With a tremor in his body, Yang Mucheng lost his balance and swept backwards.

When the cyclone exploded, it affected the wind of heaven and earth, and the ground under Yang Mucheng's feet was blasted out of a knife and axe. Each sword qi sword mark is several zhang long, and it is bottomless.

"How?"

Wu Shanhe held the evil jade staff in his hand and looked at Yang Mucheng proudly.

(End of chapter)