The beast is strong, and the spirit and flesh are one. Destruction, that is, total fall.

Zhang Yang opened his mouth wide, and the devouring exercise was unfolded.

Puff puff!

Blood poured out from the wounds on the beast's body, frantically injecting into Zhang Yang's mouth. In the blink of an eye, the alien beast, which was originally nearly ten zhang long, had turned into a dead corpse.

When!

A belt with a few bones fell to the ground, and there was a clear sound.

With a wave of the robe, the things were put away. Zhang Yang's vision is not bad, and he knows that whether it is animal skin or animal bone, it is a very good refining material. Especially those two sharp horns, with the means of the two Yechen, only a little more materials are needed to refine an attacking artifact.

A fierce beast, I don't know how many tens of thousands of years it will take, and how many other demon beasts it has devoured in the middle, before it grows to the level of a golden immortal, but it is very rare.

A battle, while exercising his body skills, he also gained something, Zhang Yang's mood was not ordinarily good.

At this moment, a jade slip on his waist suddenly shattered.

Zhang Yang stretched out his hand to caress it, and under the probing, he immediately frowned.

Although the Death Desert is inaccessible, for more than a thousand years, if they have often used the Twelve Infant Array Banners as their natal treasures to fight, it is normal for them to be discovered by someone with a heart. ”

"However, there are only two golden immortals, and they dare to act so unscrupulously, I think they have something to rely on. ”

"Hmph, no matter what kind of dependence it is, since you have offended the deity, this time you will definitely fall. ”

Zhang Yang snorted coldly. The golden wings behind him spread, and the speed spread out with all his might, heading in the direction of the Ring Hut on the edge of the Death Desert.

From the beginning of entering the fairy world to the present, because of his strength, Zhang Yang has always chosen to keep a low profile. The entire Immortal Yuan Continent is still unknown.

With the breakthrough of strength, Zhang Yang feels that this kind of day has come to an end.

It's not just yourself in the future. Even his subordinate ghost servants, blood slaves and others can come out and walk openly. Whoever wants to move his own people must think about it first.

Zhang Yang was not sure of the existence of the strongest person in the Xianyuan Continent, the Titled Strongman. But. He was confident that he could escape for his life at the hands of these strong men.

As long as you can save your life, it means the hope of revenge. Zhang Yang understands this, and others naturally understand.

Thus. As long as Zhang Yang shows his strength, no one will be willing to offend him when he is idle - the premise of all this is the premise that the power of the bloodline of the ancestor of the witch barbarian contained in his body is not exposed. If it is exposed, I am afraid that it will immediately set off a banner in the fairy world, and many great powers will join forces to kill, and even if Zhang Yang has three heads and six arms, it will inevitably fall.

Of course, Zhang Yang is still quite confident in this.

His appearance is simply an out-and-out ancient man. There is no suspicion. As for the breath, Zhang Yang thought as he thought that a six-pointed star pendant had appeared on his neck.

This six-pointed star pendant was obtained by him in the cultivation realm, but the effect was really good. Moreover. With the improvement of Zhang Yang's strength, the effect of the pendant concealing the aura has also increased, which makes Zhang Yang feel very satisfied.

With a movement of his divine sense, he adjusted it, and the six-pointed star pendant completely shielded the power and aura of the bloodline of the Wuman Ancestor contained in Zhang Yang's body.

Then, the piece of flesh on his chest that clinged to the six-pointed star pendant squirmed. The pendant immediately sank into its body and vanished, and there was no abnormality visible from its appearance.

……

Desert of Death.

The bitter wind carried the sand like a knife. The sky was dark, and the line of sight was extremely reduced, and even the divine consciousness was greatly limited in this situation, and the scope of exploration was greatly reduced.

The two yellow-robed monks were suspended in the air, with shiny heads, long hands and feet, ears and nose rings, and the same dress and aura as Agalud, making it not difficult to guess where they came from. …,

A faint yellow glow around the body isolated the wind and sand, and no matter how violent the wind was, it had no effect on them at all.

On the ground, within an unknown number of thousands of miles, the sand layers are all fragmented.

Supposedly, in a storm such as the Desert of Death, even if the ground is damaged, it will quickly be filled by the wind-blown sand. However, there is clearly something unexpected here.

On the ground and in the low air, you can see the remnants of the circulating law fluctuations everywhere, like dazzling lightning, and even make the sound of "branch pulling".

Under the influence of the fluctuations of these residual laws, the wind and sand are affected, and it is difficult to restore the surface of the ground.

"It's been almost a month, and it's almost there, isn't it?" said the slightly fat, bald monk.

"It's not good to say! The Immortal Yuan Continent is so vast, can they spread the news in time, even if it is spread, if that person happens to be far away, let alone a month, even if it takes several years, they may not be able to catch up. The thinner monk said.

"Hey!" the fatter monk chuckled, but did not speak.

"Hmm, does Venerable Deye have any other opinions?" said the thinner monk, glancing at his companion.

"As His Holiness Metu said, there are indeed other views in the lower world. These people who have been fighting with us these days, the strongest is just a high-level drought fish, not even a calf, and the remaining few people are even more unbearable, and there is even a human monk, who can only survive the tribulation, if it is not for the order of the master, the deity can kill it with one finger. Just ask, these people can all get the inheritance of the Twelve Infantile Array Banners, just ask their masters, how strong can they be?" Venerable Deye snorted coldly, with disdain on his face.

Venerable Maitu was a little hesitant when he heard this, and said in a deep voice:

"Although the strength of the Five Infant Ancestors himself is not as good as you and me, but with the help of the Twelve Infant Formation Banners, it is not far from you and me to fight alone. Being able to snatch the Twelve Infant Array Flags from the hands of the Five Infant Ancestors, I'm afraid the strength of the other party won't be too bad, right?"

"Hey!" Venerable Deye continued to sneer, "Because of this, I guessed that their master who didn't appear was not too far away from traveling the continent, but because he was injured when he captured the Formation Banner, and it is possible that his retreat cultivation has not recovered now." ”

"In this case, wouldn't Master's plan be in vain?" Venerable Maitu seemed to be a little convinced, and with a cold breath in his mouth, he asked rhetorically.

"Well, if you lock this place and use these people as bait and wait for the other party to fall into the net, this plan may not be successful. According to my thoughts, I captured all the dozen or so people, and the soul searched, and the deity did not believe that they would all be stubborn, and there would always be one of them! When the time comes, I will find the location of that person, and all problems will be solved naturally!" (Your support is my greatest motivation.) )