The peak powerhouse who was suppressed by the Langcang Sword let out bursts of roars from his mouth, and as the roar came out, his body began to swell.

Wang Changsheng could clearly feel that from the top of the Langcang Sword, there was an expanding force, and this power was very large.

"It's still not enough to refine the Langcang Sword, otherwise, just relying on the power of the Langcang Sword, it will be enough to suppress him from raising his head!" Wang Changsheng said in his heart: "Even if it is a transformation, it will not work!"

The wonder of the Langcang Sword, Wang Changsheng has not experienced it on the first day, until now, Wang Changsheng has not completely refined the Langcang Sword, in terms of Wang Changsheng's current strength, he has already stood at the top of the Weitian Realm, and he can't even refine a magic weapon, I'm afraid no one will believe it.

Even, Wang Changsheng didn't know what grade of magic weapon the Langcang Sword was, he only knew that the Langcang Sword was an ancient Dao weapon, and the only thing that was certain was that Li Fusheng had lost a lot!

Li Fusheng originally disliked that the Langcang Sword was not good-looking, rusty, and the same as a large piece of iron, so he gave it to Wang Changsheng, and even Li Fusheng himself didn't expect that the Langcang Sword would be so strong!

Woof!

With the roar of the peak powerhouse, it actually shook the suppression of the Langcang Sword.

"Awesome!"

Wang Changsheng said approvingly in his heart: "I have to say that compared to ordinary monks, demon cultivators are indeed stronger!"

Cultivating to the peak realm, according to the cultivation technique, personal qualifications, and the difference in background, there will also be a gap in strength in the ranks of the peak realm.

It's just that the gap is very subtle.

And demon cultivation, through atavism, can stimulate the power of the bloodline, this cultivation method, above the peak, can go further, when facing ordinary monks, the power of the bloodline is a great advantage.

Woof!

With the transformation of the peak monks who were suppressed by the Langcang Sword, the other eight peak realms also heard a roar from their mouths, and then, the nine peak realm monks who surrounded Wang Changsheng all revealed their demon bodies.

The aura on the nine peak cultivators of the Mourning Dog Clan had skyrocketed by at least thirty percent.

Moreover, the patriarch of the mourning dog clan also put the dog's teeth back into his mouth, inlaid them on a row of teeth, and from the mouth of the patriarch of the mourning dog clan, the breath of the Taoist instrument came out.

"Come on!"

Wang Changsheng sneered and said, "Today, I'm going to beat the dog!"

Subsequently, the ten figures fought in the Lower Nine Cities.

There is a rule in the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain, no matter how big the grudge is, it cannot destroy the eighteen cities of the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain, once the city is destroyed, it will be besieged by all the races of the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain.

And now, Wang Changsheng's ten people are fighting, and no one is close at all, who dares to punish Wang Changsheng's ten people at this time? Isn't it unpleasant to find it yourself?

What's more, the mourning dog clan has a bad reputation in the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, if you really offend the mourning dog clan, and you are retaliated by the mourning dog clan afterwards, in the face of the mourning dog clan's mad dog-like temperament, any big clan will have a headache.

The rules are only formulated for monks who are not strong enough, whether it is the mourning dog clan or Wang Changsheng, the strength is completely unafraid of the rules of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain.

The most important point is that now the battle between Wang Changsheng and the Mourning Dog Clan is a plot between the major races of the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain, and even the mountain lord is involved in it, at this moment, who will come back to take care of Wang Changsheng and the Mourning Dog Clan?

"What's the matter? Why is the city ruined? Who offended the Dog Clan?"

"It's over, this city is over, the mourning dog clan is crazy again!"

"Wang Changsheng's strength is indeed strong, the nine peak powerhouses of the Mourning Dog Clan made a move, and they also sacrificed the magic weapon of the Zhen Clan, but they couldn't be suppressed?"

"It's not just that you can't suppress Wang Changsheng, don't you see? Now it's Wang Changsheng, suppressing the mourning dog clan!"

...

Many monks who had just returned to the city didn't know what was going on, and as soon as they stepped into the city, they felt the battle between Wang Changsheng and the Mourning Dog Clan, and they all showed puzzled looks.

This is already the Lower Nine Cities, unlike the Upper Nine Cities, they know what is going on at any time, except for the monks with ulterior motives, they don't know who Wang Changsheng is at all.

Even, many monks had never even heard of Wang Changsheng's name, after all, the information circulation of the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain and the Weitian Realm was limited to the Nine Cities, and they still thought that Wang Changsheng was a powerhouse who was not born in a certain big clan.

Rumble!

Wang Changsheng swept with a sword, hitting the peak powerhouse of the mourning dog clan, only to see that it was the demon body turned into by the powerhouse of the mourning dog clan, and he was directly cut off by Wang Changsheng.

"Cut off one of your dog's legs first!"

Wang Changsheng said coldly, and then, there was a fierce attack.

Of the nine powerhouses of the Mourning Dog Clan, the only thing that really threatened Wang Changsheng was the dog tooth in the patriarch's mouth, in fact, the attack of the eight peak powerhouses, even if it hit Wang Changsheng, it was only a slight injury to Wang Changsheng.

Woof!

With a roar of pain, the strong man of the Mourning Dog Clan, who was cut off by Wang Changsheng, died directly under the Langcang Sword, and even Yuan Ying didn't have time to escape.

"Wang Changsheng!"

Seeing this, the patriarch of the Mourning Dog Clan roared angrily.

With the dog's teeth in his mouth, he was already looking for Wang Changsheng's flaws very carefully, just waiting to give Wang Changsheng a fatal blow, but the Langcang Sword in Wang Changsheng's hand danced so tightly that he didn't have the slightest chance at all.

In just one pillar of incense, nine peak powerhouses besieged Wang Changsheng alone, not only did they not take down Wang Changsheng, but they were also killed by Wang Changsheng.

The patriarch couldn't bear it anymore, and after a roar, he opened his mouth and bit directly at Wang Changsheng.

Seeing the patriarch of the mourning dog clan attacking, Wang Changsheng didn't make any extra moves, and directly sent the Langcang Sword up.

Ding Ding Ding...

The patriarch of the mourning dog clan, how could he have thought that Wang Changsheng would make such a move? The huge mouth bit on the Langcang sword and let out a burst of golden sounds.

Woof!

From the mouth of the patriarch of the mourning dog clan, a scream of pain came out.

Biting on the Langcang Sword, the Langcang Sword was not damaged in the slightest, and even the rust on the body of the Langcang Sword was not bitten off, and the patriarch of the Mourning Dog Clan felt that his whole mouth was not his own.

Not to mention the sour teeth, even the dog tooth that was comparable to a Taoist weapon directly shattered the patriarch's teeth.

Even, on the dog's teeth, there are cracks?

"How is that possible?"

The patriarch kept roaring in his mouth!

It's not that he doesn't believe it, but he doesn't want to believe that the nine peak powerhouses are already the most powerful monks of the Mourning Dog Clan, and they are besieging Wang Changsheng together, but they are not Wang Changsheng's opponents?

Now, even the dog's teeth are destroyed, and if you want the dog's teeth to be restored, it is simply impossible without thousands of years of warmth.

"Patriarch, urge the formation!"

When the elder of the clan saw this, he immediately realized that something was wrong, and a roar came out of his mouth.

A clansman at the peak realm was killed, and the remaining eight monks of the Mourning Dog Clan were already red-eyed, urging Zhenyuan desperately, but they were still not Wang Changsheng's opponents.