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Hiss –

Weng Qingyu looked at the immortal slashing circle in his hand, and only smoked cold air between his distressed teeth.

But on the silver ring as shiny as a laser, the stains are as ugly as old age spots. Obviously, Xiao Hei's sacrifice also caused some damage to the Immortal Slashing Circle.

Weng Qingyu pinched a magic decision in his hand, and rushed towards the immortal cutting circle, and bright lights shot into the immortal cutting circle.

As if pouring oil into a hot fire, the light of the immortal slashing circle instantly blazed and was extremely dazzling. Those stains fade rapidly at a rate that is visible to the naked eye......

"Whew!"

Weng Qingyu let out a long sigh of relief, these stains only caused a small amount of damage to the Immortal Cutting Circle, and as long as he spent some effort in the future, he could easily cultivate it.

However, Weng Qingyu cherished his life in the immortal circle, even if it was just a little injury, it made him feel distressed.

"Damn! Damn it! I actually damaged the deity's immortal slashing circle. Hmph, I was going to give you a good time for the sake of this immortal broadsword, but now...... The deity has changed his mind again. The deity wants to drain your soul and refine your soul, so that you can taste all the pain, and you don't even have a chance to enter reincarnation!" Weng Qingyu looked at Zhang Yang with a hideous expression.

Zhang Yang's zombie physique, his vitality is very strong, and a big hole in his chest that has just been broken is now slowly wriggling, and some flesh buds have begun to grow.

However, Zhang Yang's mood was not much lighter because of this, Weng Qingyu's strength was far beyond his imagination.

The last time I was outside the marrow washing pool of the Tianfu Ruins, it was because the environment suppressed the mana, and in the case of not being able to exert the mana, Weng Qingyu was still able to compete with the eighth-level transformation demon cultivator and the White Witch Corpse King, and now his strength was fully exerted, which was simply powerful and terrifying.

There was no means to deal with the immortal slashing circle and the slow flow of time, Zhang Yang did not hesitate and stepped on the ground with both feet. The figure exploded and quickly fled into the distance.

"Want to go, it's not that easy!"

Weng Qingyu decided to move forward a little bit in his hand.

Buzz –

The Immortal Cutting Circle is dispatched again. A rapidly rotating circle of light crossed a graceful arc. slashed towards Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang's consciousness moved, locked a position more than ten zhang away, and his figure flashed, and he was about to teleport.

But. At the moment when the figure flickered, the feeling of time slowing down reappeared. The whole world seemed to slow down—except for the rapidly approaching Immortal Circle.

With a flick of his wrist, the wide blade of the Fucang Sword blocked in front of him.

At this time, Zhang Yang could only defend passively.

Bite!

The Immortal Slashing Circle was shining brightly. Slashed hard at Fukura Sword.

Buzz –

The Fukura sword was shaken. There was a buzz, and the sword body suddenly flashed with cyan light, ejecting the immortal slashing circle.

Zhang Yang only felt a powerful coercion released.

Beep beep horn!

With a popping sound, the feeling of slow time around me suddenly disappeared.

But in just an instant, the cyan light of the Fucang Sword had disappeared, and the sword body had become dull again.

Zhang Yang even wondered if the feeling just now was delusional.

Weng Qingyu was also full of surprise.

"This broadsword actually has its own simple divine sense. I was almost activated by the Immortal Cutting Circle!However, I didn't recognize the Lord in the end. Even if you protect yourself in the face of a crisis, you can't use it for offense. Hmph, you can only be in the position of being beaten and not fighting back, but the deity depends on how long you can hide. ”

Weng Qingyu knew what the problem was, and Zhang Yang naturally discovered this. ...,

With a move in his mind, he no longer fled out, but went around and fled towards the depths of the main hall.

Buzz –

Behind him, the immortal slashing circle fell again.

Bite!

The Fukura sword blocked again.

And Zhang Yang himself took advantage of this momentum to retreat. and continue to escape.

Whoa!

There was a sound of bones ringing in front of him, and the bones of a white flower flower were undulating like a rolling hill.

Skeleton Monsters!

Blockbuster skeleton monsters!

Zhang Yang was overjoyed in his heart, and rushed towards the skeleton monster, the speed was extremely fast, and before the skeleton monster fully woke up, he had already plunged into the monster group.

Roar –

Zhang Yang's figure had just passed, and a skeleton monster had already roared and stood up, swaying its body, its huge head shaking, and a green light flashing in its eyes.

At this time, Weng Qingyu, who followed closely, arrived.

Roar –

The skeleton monster roared again, and its mouth suddenly opened and bit towards Weng Qingyu.

"Look for death!"

Weng Qingyu was furious, and with a move of his hand, the immortal slashing circle crossed an arc, and the blazing circle of light flashed and disappeared from the skull.

Whoa!

The skull was immediately cut in half, and the huge skeleton monster's body collapsed instantly.

Obviously, Weng Qingyu is also very clear about the weakness of this monster, and he will kill one as soon as he makes a move.

However, what made him angry was that at the moment when this skeleton monster fell, the corner of his eye just saw Zhang Yang's figure flash in the group of skeleton monsters.

Roar –

More skeleton monsters fully woke up, and they roared one after another, besieging Weng Qingyu.

"Zhang Yang, don't want to escape! As long as you are in this Wuman Ancestral Temple, you can't escape!"

Weng Qingyu shouted as he sacrificed the immortal slashing circle and killed the monsters in front of him one by one.

The immortal slashing circle is extremely sharp, and the efficiency of slashing is really not low, but one skeleton monster after another falls down, and another skeleton monster stands up, it is simply inexhaustible.

Ahead, Zhang Yang took a big gamble, seized the time difference, and after blocking an attack from the Immortal Cutting Circle, he rushed directly into the group of skeleton monsters.

Sure enough, there were skeleton monsters all around. And when he was at a certain distance, Weng Qingyu did not perform the exercises that slowed down the flow of time.

Zhang Yang immediately guessed that although Weng Qingyu's kind of exercise was extremely against the sky, there should be certain restrictions. If he was mixed with so many skeleton monsters and he forcibly used it, so many skeleton monsters would be affected, and the powerful power of counterattack was simply not something he could bear.

Zhang Yang temporarily got rid of Weng Qingyu's pursuit, but he fell into the siege of skeleton monsters.

More and more skeleton monsters are waking up, and when they see the creatures next to them, they all regard them as enemies.

At this time, Zhang Yang only cared about killing and escaping. Even those green clusters of light didn't have time to collect.

......

Ancient wood forest, scorching sun in the sky. Cast a mottled shadow.

Human Zhang Yang sat cross-legged on a large rock. His eyes were closed, and even his pulse was extremely weak, almost in a state of suspended animation.

The psychic puppet Tie Kui loyally stood beside him, a tall figure. It's like an iron tower.

Suddenly, there was a noise in the dense bushes next to it.

A black shadow flickered. A black panther with a single horn on its head jumped out, and its smart eyes looked at Tie Kui, revealing a look of jealousy. But. looked at Zhang Yang, a human sitting cross-legged next to him, but he licked his tongue and salivated down. ...,

Crash!

Tie Kui took a step, and the iron armor all over his body made a crisp sound.

Sou!

The one-horned panther kicked on the ground with all four hooves, and the whole image was like a black lightning bolt, just a flash. He avoided Tie Kui, intending to rush towards Zhang Yang on the boulder behind him.

"Die!"

A word suddenly spat out of Tiekui's mouth. The sharp axe in his hand slashed out in the air.

A huge blade of light flashed and slashed directly at the one-horned black panther.

Burst!

The body of the one-horned panther suddenly separates from the middle.

Tom!

With two muffled thuds, two severed bodies fell to the ground. Blood erupted like a spurt, and a thick bloody aura spread out in all directions.

Without the master's order, Tie Kui obviously had no idea of disposing of the corpse, his eyes flashed red, he put away his sharp axe, and continued to stand loyally by Zhang Yang's side, like a guardian saint.

More than ten miles away, a group of wind-chasing wolves were hurrying quickly with light steps.

Suddenly, a particularly large wind chasing wolf in the lead stopped, twitching his nose vigorously, and soon, his eyes were aimed at the direction where Zhang Yang was, and his eyes showed a bright light.

Hmmm-

With a low howl, the group of wind chasing wolves immediately stepped on their steps, sprinting like sharp arrows.

The nose of the demon beast is the sharpest, and the strong smell of blood can be clearly smelled even if it is dozens of miles away.

......

Swish!

The cyan light flashed, and Zhang Yang's Fucang sword in his hand easily split the head of a skeleton monster in half, and then, without waiting for the other monsters around him to besiege him, a teleportation was deployed, and his body flashed, and he disappeared in place.

The next moment, more than ten feet away, the figure flashed, Zhang Yang just appeared, and when the skeleton monsters around him did not react, he immediately accelerated and shuttled past them.

The distance of teleportation is closely related to the range covered by the Divine Consciousness, and only by locking a location with the Divine Consciousness can you teleport.

In this hall, not only is there a ban on the sky, but there are also very serious restrictions on the divine sense, and with the strength of Zhang Yang's divine sense, it can only cover a dozen zhang away.

You can't rush with golden wings, you can't teleport to escape...... Zhang Yang felt that he was about to die of depression.

Looking at the skeleton monsters around him that seemed to be inexhaustible, Zhang Yang was a little skeptical that his choice to enter this hall was right or wrong.

Fortunately, after changing direction several times in a row, Weng Qingyu behind him was no longer visible. The dense skeleton monsters around have long since submerged both of them.

Zhang Yang hoped that Weng Qingyu would die in the group of skeleton monsters, but he also knew that none of this was possible.

Not to mention whether Weng Qingyu had other hidden means, just the immortal slashing circle and the exercises that could slow down the flow of time were enough to keep him alive.

Advance!

Advance!

It's like an impenetrable encirclement.

The zombie Zhang Yang far surpassed the mana of the monks of the same level, and he began to show some signs of malaise, but looking at the white sea of bones around him, everywhere he went, his ears were filled with the sound of "bang-la-la" bone collision, and one by one the skeleton monsters were activated and staggered to their feet.

These skeleton monsters were all fearless of death, and as soon as they woke up, they roared and attacked Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang can only do senseless killing.

Behind him, skeletal monsters were slain, and green light clusters floated.

Zhang Yang sighed, secretly feeling a pity, if there is a chance to completely get rid of Weng Qingyu and come back, he can consider taking away all these green light clusters. (To be continued...... If you like this work, you are welcome to ◤ novel ◢ to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support is the author's greatest motivation. ）