As Yu Changping's stick struck out, powerful qi surged from the head of the stick, directly tearing apart the surrounding spiritual power, turning into a whirlwind that rushed into the sky.

This stick is unstoppable, as if anything that stands in its way will be directly shattered and scattered in the wind.

Naturally, the man couldn't avoid it, and his body in mid-air fell like a kite with a broken string, and was suppressed by the majestic spiritual power wrapped in the stick, smashing an unknown number of trees before he could barely stabilize his body.

Two straight roads tens of meters long appeared not far from Yu Changping's side, and at the end was a person shrouded in black robes.

Yu Changping's face gradually became solemn.

His stick is not intended to hurt people, but to suppress.

The other party received a stick from him, and he fell from the air, and he could still be so stable in the next game, I am afraid that his strength is not much better than him.

This black-robed man appeared here at such a sensitive time, his behavior was very suspicious, and he had such a cultivation, no matter what, he couldn't let him go.

"Too much deception!"

The black-robed man let out an extremely angry cry, even if he couldn't see his face clearly, he could imagine how hideous this person's expression was now, and the hatred in his words was extremely clear, as if he was facing an enemy who had the hatred of killing his father.

A cloud of black gas appeared in his hands.

It is said that it appeared, and it was better to grow from his hands.

The black gas gradually condensed into a black ball, which looked like a big eyeball.

Immediately after, more and more black balls appeared in his palm, and with his angry shout, they all flew towards Yu Changping.

Yu Changping's expression became more and more solemn.

He has been here for a while, and he also has a certain understanding of the fallen yuan.

He could be sure that these strange black balls cast by the person in front of him were the depraved elements that were not shallow.

"You guy, have you let the culprit run away?"

Silently scolding the owner of the sword, Yu Changping took a deep breath, and a pure and powerful aura surged around his body, making people feel frightened just by looking at it from afar.

This is Yu Changping's pure Yuan Gang Qi, strong and strong, there are no bells and whistles, just pure strength, with his Monkey King's stick, I don't know how many murderers have left unforgettable nightmares.

It's just that it's not easy to condense this breath of pure Yuan Gang Qi, and it only takes at least a fifth-order cultivation to maintain it, so he didn't pass it on to Yu Luoxia.

In the face of this dangerous evil path person in front of him, he naturally would not spare his hand.

With one foot on the ground, Yu Changping's figure shot out, and the long stick in his hand swayed like a swimming dragon, and those black balls were directly wiped out by the pure Yuan Gang qi attached to the stick before they even touched the body of the stick.

The power of the Fallen Yuan lies in the fact that as long as it is stained with the spiritual power of other people, it can quickly erode the opponent's whole body, completely erase its will, and become a demon who will only obey the orders of the owner of the Fallen Yuan.

But if you can't even touch the corners of the other party's clothes, how can it be eroded?

The black-robed man's body stiffened suddenly, and after confirming that the black ball could not hurt Yu Changping at all, his hands were closed, and a little light flashed in his eyebrows.

A huge demon shadow as high as dozens of zhang gradually appeared behind him, and suddenly a powerful coercion emanated, and as the black-robed man stretched out his hand, countless pitch-black chains shot out from the bottom of the demon shadow, heading towards Yu Changping, who was rushing forward with a stick.

These black chains were originally condensed by thoughts, formless and substantial, coming and going silently, and with the cover of night, they soon surrounded Yu Changping from all directions.

For these chains that suddenly poured out, Yu Changping did only one thing.

He tapped the long stick on the ground, and it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and the majestic Pure Yuan Gang Qi engulfed those pitch-black chains in an instant, whether it contained the Fallen Yuan Mind or the pure spiritual power, all of them were torn apart by the agitated Pure Yuan Gang Qi, leaving no trace.

And Yu Changping himself, the speed is not even a minute slower.

At the moment when the chains were destroyed by Chun Yuan Gang's qi, he was already approaching the black-robed man.

The black-robed man retreated sharply, stretched out his hand and tapped in the air, and the demon shadow roared out with purple-black flames, encroaching forward, and the trees along the way that had withered under the influence of the Fallen Yuan disappeared under the touch of this strange purple-black flame.

The shadows are heavy, the purple flames are faint, and everything does not exist in the place where it passes, and it is a good underworld scene.

Yu Changping raised his stick again and swept.

Those purple-black flames that seemed to be able to devour everything couldn't react at all when they encountered the long stick glowing with golden light, and they were wrapped in the pure Yuan Gang Qi on the stick, and then dissipated in the stick wind.

Before the sweep was over, Yu Changping spit out the strength in his hand, and the long stick turned into a thorn, smashing straight towards the huge and deep demon shadow.

A hole had been struck out of the Shadow's center, nothing to its massive body, but the small void was like a swirling whirlpool, devouring and stirring around it until it had wiped out the entire Shadow.

However, in an instant, Yu Changping broke through the demon shadow and came to the black-robed man, and the demon shadow was still spreading forward, and its destruction was ten breaths later.

Rushing out of the shadow, Yu Changping didn't take a second look back.

He was incredibly confident in his stick.

No matter what weird thing it is, there must be only one ending: dissipation.

And from beginning to end, his gaze stayed on the black-robed man.

This person also cultivates both the Dharma and the Mind, and his attainments are extremely profound, but he does some things that hurt heaven and reason here, and I don't know how many living beings have been harmed.

Heaven and earth will not tolerate it, and he will not tolerate it.

Yu Changping hit two sticks before, and his momentum had reached its peak, and with a slap of both hands, he turned the stab into a split, and hit the black-robed man on the head.

Before the stick fell, the black-robed man had already felt the supreme pressure on the stick.

Under the cover of this stick, he couldn't even move his toes if he wanted to.

It's not cowardice, but the majestic strength of the stick that forced him to the ground, if it weren't for his profound cultivation, I'm afraid that the bones of his whole body would have been shattered.

His feet were sunk deep into the ground, and countless shocking cracks were spreading in the ground.

In addition to his grief and indignation, he also felt hopeless.

What kind of stick is this and why is it so powerful?

The black-robed man made a quick decision.

A black shadow peeked out of the black robe, quickly retreating into the night, without looking back at the body it had left behind.

I didn't have time to look back.

The sticks fell, the ground cracked, the stones broke the earth, and the tremor of the earth could be felt within a radius of dozens of miles.

This is Yu Changping's Monkey King.

Between the dust, Yu Changping stepped on the earth that had been shattered like a grid, and picked up the body of the lifeless black-robed man.

To be precise, his body had already been destroyed under that stick, leaving only the black robe that he didn't know what material it was made of, and actually survived the strength of Qi Tian's stick.

Yu Changping frowned.

The body of the black-robed man was destroyed, and his soul took the opportunity to escape, but he was still captured by Yu Changping.

For the black-robed man, the greatest luck is that Yu Changping is not cultivating his mind, and he can't find him who escaped.

Yu Changping snorted coldly, put away the long stick, and turned around and walked towards the Heavenly Dao Alliance camp.

Although the man was not dead, he destroyed his body with a stick, and he could not make waves for several years, but he was not able to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots.

Yu Changping was unwilling, but also accepted the result.

He had already done his best, and now he could only go back to the Heavenly Dao Alliance to see if the people of the Yizong Hall could find some clues from this black robe.

And if the black-robed man dared to appear in front of him again, he would sweep it over with a stick.