Lin Yang pointed at the corpse on the ground, and a storage bag flew up and was held in his hand.

It's too late to look at it at the moment, so just put it in your arms.

Then he turned his head to look at the man again, and the monk was as thin as wood, and his eye sockets were sunken like a dried corpse.

The flying magic weapon under his feet was a pair of skulls, and the skulls were covered with black gas.

After Lin Yang saw this scene, he was a little puzzled in his heart, this person was actually practicing the Demon Dao Exercises.

With the weirdness of magic skills, it is difficult for ordinary magic weapons to kill this person, and it seems that they will also use magic skills to kill this person.

Lin Yang's body trembled, and at the same time, his hands made a few strange gestures, only to see a trace of black gas coming out of his body.

In an instant, it was several zhang in size, submerging Lin Yang in it.

When the man saw this, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

However, he still said resentfully: "I don't care if Your Excellency is a demon cultivator or not, there is only one way to die today." ”

As soon as the words fell, his body was also covered with black qi, and in the blink of an eye, a black air mass of several zhang in size was formed around his body, submerging his body.

At the same time, a black spear shot out in the tumbling black qi, stabbing directly at Lin Yang's throat.

When Lin Yang saw the consequences of this scene, he let out a loud cry.

"Tiger Roaring Fist!"

I saw that in the black air mass where Lin Yang was, the black qi was rolling, and a black tiger was transformed.

With a terrifying roar, he ran towards the spear that had been fired.

At the moment of contact with the spear, the tiger opened its huge mouth and swallowed the spear directly into its abdomen.

"Bell!"

There was a sound of metal colliding.

Then the tiger swooped down directly on the foundation building monk not far away.

When this demon cultivator saw this, he was already so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

He felt something familiar with the tiger when it first appeared.

But I couldn't remember it for a while, and when I heard the roar of the tiger, I felt a chill in my heart.

Suddenly a picture came to mind, it was when he had just built the foundation.

There was an opportunity to enter the retreat place of the ancestors of the Qilin Sect and realize it.

Decades had passed since this happened, and he recalled that there were three drawings carved on the walls of the retreat of his ancestors, the first of which was a tiger.

The tiger's appearance is exactly the same as this tiger's, this is the first form in the Heaven Devouring Demon Skill - Tiger Roar Fist.

However, even the ancestors did not have a complete mantra for the Heaven Devouring Demon Skill, but only learned the skin, but did not comprehend the essence of this exercise.

How could this person use my Qilin Sect's peerless knowledge?

And looking at its transformation into the shape of a tiger, it is a very authentic kind.

Just when he was in a daze, the conjured tiger had already pounced in front of him, opened its mouth and swallowed him.

At this moment, this Qilin Sect monk had just woken up from his shock.

Hurriedly retreated backwards, obviously a little late.

He only felt that his eyes were dark, and he had been devoured by a giant tiger.

Then, in this cloud of black qi, a palm-sized crescent-shaped magic weapon shot over, and it was a little too late for him to dodge.

The artifact pierced directly through his abdomen and through his body.

At this moment, he understood why this person had just used the Tiger Roar Fist to confront his black spear, making a sound of metal colliding.

It turned out that this person was using this magic weapon to resist his spear.

And the power of this Tiger Roar Fist is not very powerful, it is just a façade.

As soon as he thought of this, he saw a dark shadow swaying in front of him.

I don't know when, the monk had already perched in front of him, and smiled strangely at him.

"Not good!"

Before he could react, he felt a huge force attack, and his body flew backwards, and the sky swirled in a whirlwind.

With a thud, he fell heavily to the ground.

He was just about to get up, when two magic weapons passed through his front heart and throat respectively.

He lay limped on the ground, and then lost consciousness.

Lin Yang waved his hand to withdraw the Zimu Moon Demon Blade, this set of high-level magic weapons was refined from the corpse of the Black Horned Ant King.

Since this was a set of magic weapons, Lin Yang had been putting them in the storage bag and not using them.

Today, he took out the Zimu Moon Demon Blade and cooperated with his Tiger Roar Fist to kill this monk of the same rank.

At that time, Xuan Ye also said that the Heaven Devouring Demon Skill had few opponents among cultivators of the same level.

However, with the fact that he can only cast the form of the Tiger Roaring Fist now, he has not mastered the essence of the Tiger Roaring Fist at all, so the power of the Tiger Roaring Fist has not been shown.

If the real Tiger Roar Fist is unleashed, it is powerful enough to kill this monk directly.

If you can return to the Blue Cloud Sect safely this time, you must cultivate this Heaven Devouring Demon Skill.

Only in this way, when facing the attack of a monk of the same level, he can use a variety of magical powers, and there should be no problem in self-preservation.

Lin Yang raised his hand and shot the person's storage bag back, and at the same time put the spear into the storage bag.

With a raised hand, two fireballs flew out and struck at the corpses of the two Qilin Sect monks.

In an instant, the two corpses turned into ashes, and just after doing all this, Lin Yang turned his head to look at the mound, the two early stage monks who were chasing him had already arrived, and they were stopping in mid-air at the moment and did not rush down.

It should be because he saw that he killed these two mid-foundation monks, so he didn't dare to come down.

None of them can go.

Lin Yang urged the golden boat under his feet and rushed towards the two monks, who glanced at each other, and both saw a look of horror in each other's eyes.

The two of them did not speak, but each urged the flying magic weapon under their feet to flee separately.

Under the urging of Lin Yang's feet, the speed of the golden boat at his feet had reached a terrifying level, and it took a few breaths to catch up with the first monk.

The fire net in his hand had already been formed, and it was directly covered by the monk, who threw a flying sword to resist.

With a wave of his hand, Lin Yang's fire net instantly doubled, enveloping the long sword that had been shot over.

The long sword did not stop the speed of the falling of the fire net, and the next moment the monk's body was shrouded in the fire net.

Lin Yang gently closed his palm, only to see that the fire net gradually contracted as Lin Yang's palm closed, and the monk let out a terrible scream.

The next moment, the person's body began to burn, and the howl was getting weaker and weaker.

The moment Lin Yang closed the fire net, a storage bag floated out of the fire net with a movement of his divine thoughts, and then closed his palm, and the fire net closed instantly.

The monks in the fire net were burned to ashes, and the fire net shimmered with bits of gold and disappeared.

The spirit of the monk in the fire net did not escape, and also turned into a wisp of green smoke.

Lin Yang didn't hesitate, urged the golden boat under his feet, and chased in the direction where the last monk had fled.

After chasing a stick of incense, he didn't find any trace of the monk.

Lin Yang thought to himself, this person must have used the Earth Escape Technique or other secret techniques to escape his tracking.

With the speed he had just had, he had already caught it up at this moment.

Just when Lin Yang was puzzled, he vaguely heard a roaring sound in front of him.

Lin Yang didn't think about it, stepped on the golden boat under his feet, and flew away.

There was not much time, and after bypassing a small mountain, Lin Yang hid his figure behind a mountain forest and checked what was happening in front of him from a distance.

It turned out to be several monks from the Qilin Sect, who were besieging a Blue Cloud Sect monk.

I saw that the Blue Cloud Sect monk was dressed in purple, with a gourd under his feet, a black shield in front of him, and a red flying sword on his head to resist several magic weapons that were attacking.

His face was drenched in sweat, and there was a wound on his right arm, which was thrown out with blood lying at the moment, and he was already in danger at this moment in the face of the siege of several monks of the same rank.

Lin Yang recognized this person at a glance, she was Zhou Zhenglan of Huoxia Palace.

However, judging by the situation, the few people who besieged Zhou Zhenglan did not poison him, but only consumed the spiritual power in Zhou Zhenglan's body.

At this time, a white-robed scholar-like monk spoke: "Fairy Zhou, I have admired the fairy's face for a long time, if the fairy agrees to be my double monk, I can be spared death today."

Otherwise, the fairy will fall here, which will make Wu regret. ”

Zhou Zhenglan's face was slightly red, his face was full of anger, and he scolded at the man: "Shameless man, your Qilin Sect has treacherously done dirty things that harm the alliance.

And in the name of double cultivation, how many pure female cultivators have you killed, which one of them was not arbitrarily repaired by you as a furnace, and in the end they all ended up miserable.

The person I hate the most in Zhou Zhenglan is a flamboyant hypocrite like you. ”

After speaking, Zhou Zhenglan mobilized the spiritual power in his body again, and a fireball conjured out and shot at the white-robed scholar.

The white-robed scholar had a smile on his face, and waved a folding fan in his hand to bounce the fireball away.

Then he said a little coldly: "Zhou Zhenglan, since you are stubborn, don't blame me for waiting for the hot hand to destroy the flowers." ”

After speaking, he glanced at several monks beside him, and at the same time threw out the folding fan in his hand.

I saw that this folding fan emitted a white light, and then more than ten fan blades on the folding fan opened, like more than ten flying knives, enveloping Zhou Zhenglan in it.

And several other people also manipulated the magic weapons in their hands and threw them at Zhou Zhenglan in the middle.

After Zhou Zhenglan saw this scene, a trace of despair flashed on his face.

The spiritual power in her body has run out of oil, and if it weren't for the fact that the martial arts artist hadn't poisoned her, I'm afraid she would have fallen long ago.

At this moment, the other party has no patience for himself, in the face of so many magic weapon attacks, he is no longer able to resist, and today is also certain death.

Zhou Zhenglan didn't resist anymore, but slowly closed her eyes.