Huang Shang smiled slightly, but with his melancholy middle-aged appearance, it always made people feel their hearts skip a beat, and the cold air penetrated their bodies.

"If you look like a strange uncle, you won't be a good person." Lan Wumeng looked at Huang Sheng with disgust.

Huang Shang has been through ups and downs for a long time, but he is not a hermit who has not entered the world like a fighting monk, and he doesn't care about Lan Wumeng's expression and speech, perhaps, in his heart, except for the obsession of redeeming his relatives, everything is not important.

Huang Shang flicked his black robe, floated up, and came to a thousand feet in the sky, standing opposite Lan Wumeng.

Huang Shang's face turned pale and said, "Although the name of the Nine Yin True Scripture is close to the Nine Yang Divine Skill, the meaning inside is completely different."

"Jiuyang Divine Skill is a divine skill created for one's own martial arts, and it is to seek oneself and one's own existence."

"But the Nine Yin Sutra I created is an exercise to save my deceased relatives and friends."

"Nine Yin True Scripture, one Yin and One Floating Slaughter, after the Nine Yin and Nine Heavy Floating Slaughter, it is a new pure land."

Huang Shang represents Wang Chongyang's 'heaviness', that deep obsession. After the death of relatives and friends, in order to change his life against the sky, he took his life to death, but in the end he could not achieve the regret.

Lan Wumeng said secretly: "It sounds like a necromancer, and it always feels a little similar to the unbounded power of the demon personality, it is the power of the necromancy. '

"Then, Daoist friends pay attention!"

As soon as Huang Sheng finished saying the word "yes", he had already made a move. A palm was slapped out, but he saw that the sky was full of dead spirits, and this palm was not Lan Wumeng, but the seal he left in the nine-layer floating slaughter.

Pushed open with one palm, is the door of the nine-story floating slaughter.

"Shhh Lan Wumeng gasped, seeing so many ghosts and necromancy in broad daylight, he finally understood a little bit of how it was like to face the unbounded power of the demonic personality in Sims.

Huang Shang calmly faced the scene in front of him, as if he was in hell himself, and what he saw in front of him was just the most common scene in hell.

Huang Shang said with some nostalgia: "After I created the Nine Yin True Scripture, I knew that the reincarnation of our world has long been flawed, but the bridge has already collapsed, and if there is not enough cultivation, it will not be possible to forcibly cross the Yellow Spring and reach the land of reincarnation."

"I'm afraid that ordinary necromancers can only trample on people to find a way to survive, and step on other people's lives to seek the next life."

"I can't bear them to kill each other, so I trapped them with a nine-layer floating slaughter, hoping that one day I can reshape reincarnation and build another pure land."

Lan Wumeng looked at the army of undead who had become more and more numerous, and had already occupied the entire sky, and asked puzzledly: "If you let them out like this, aren't you afraid that when you and I fight, we will beat them to pieces?"

Huang Shang heard Lan Wumeng's question, and his face also showed doubts, and he asked, "Why would Daoist Friends say this?"

"They should have disappeared in the Yellow Spring, but they were saved by me, and even if they die again, it will be the result of their own sake, but the result will be delayed, and their lives will be led back to their original tracks."

Lan Wumeng was silent, and in the end he could only barely spit out a few words: "It's really sick."

"So, Daoyou, what about your choice?" Huang Shang looked at the dead spirits in the sky, without joy or sorrow, and said: "I am not a martial idiot like a fighting monk, so I don't need to distinguish myself from you."

"Whether you beat the spirits of the heavens to pieces, or dance with them in the world, I will hand over the Nine Yin True Scripture to you."

"What I need is just your choice, fellow Daoist."

"Then there is always only one answer!" Lan Wumeng pointed to the sky with his right hand, his face was full of confidence and domineering, and he said arrogantly: "Let this sea of the undead become my strongest believer, and become a magnetic father in the future!"

"Burial of heaven and earth."

The sixth form created by Lan Wumeng in the past was earth-shattering, and then it was displayed in Lan Wumeng's hands, and the concept that was completely different from the personality of the demon made the essence of this move also appear violent.

From the demonic path technique of consuming soul energy to kill the enemy, to opening up a space for the undead to live, coupled with the unbounded fragments that contain the power of the magnetic field, one day, these undead will be able to reorganize their bodies and return to the world.

Of course, when necessary, Lan Wumeng will still consume these large stocks.

"Fellow Daoist, what a good person!"

As these words fell, Huang Shang's figure also dispersed, and only Wang Chongyang, who had his back to all beings, remained in place.

Wang Chongyang, the real Wang Chongyang.

is different from the doppelganger of the fighting monk and Huang Shang, Wang Chongyang is the initial yuan point and the final result.

In the history of the Quanzhen Sect, Wang Chongyang is known as the Five Ancestors together with Lu Dongbin, the ancestor of the Pure Yang Dao.

The existence and prestige of such characters are far superior to those of the Fighting Wine Monk and Huang Shang, and it can also be said that it is the first time that Lan Wumeng has encountered it, and he is known as the existence of Dao Ancestor in the original world.

Just looking at the back with his back to all beings, Lan Wumeng's heart couldn't help but swell with all kinds of famous sentences.

Chongyang real people are invincible in the world.

Chongyang is not weaker than others in his life.

Who is the peak at the end of the martial arts, and when I see Chongyang Dao, it becomes empty.

The top of martial arts, proud of the world, there is me Chongyang first and there is the sky!

Even if I carry sentient beings on my back and hold the end of Nanshan in my hand, I am as invincible as Chongyang!

Like this, as if the words of spiritual pollution kept ringing in Lan Wumeng's heart.

This is a distracting thought, and it is also a spiritual attack condensed by Wang Chongyang's momentum.

Just like a person in the same room with a ferocious tiger, even if the tiger itself does not have much malice, the evil aura on the tiger's body can scare people into trembling.

The invincible will and invincible momentum have created Wang Chongyang's famous life.

It's just a pity it's a psychopath. Although his mind was affected by Wang Chongyang's momentum, Lan Wumeng still firmly believed that the other party was a madman.

"First sword." Wang Chongyang didn't talk nonsense with Lan Wumeng first like Doujiu and Huang Shang, and as soon as he came up, he made a big move and took the lead.

The sword was the first sword, but it wasn't the only sword Lan Wumeng faced.

Wang Chongyang's sword light has long transcended the boundaries of time in the process of drawing the sword to casting it, this sword is the only sword, but the sword light is arbitrary, spanning the long river of time.

As soon as Wang Chongyang made a move, the sword light followed the historical traces left by Lan Wumeng in this world, towards him in the past, him in the present, and him in the future.

Whether it's Lan Wumeng who has just entered this world, or Lan Wumeng who is communicating with the simulator, or Lan Wumeng who has just met Qingcheng Dayin...

In the subdivision of the scale of time to the extreme, every minute, every second, every moment, every moment, every unit that describes time, Lan Wumeng encountered this sword light of Wang Chongyang.