As early as just now, when Wang Yuyan's two daughters were forcibly controlled in their bodies, although Wang Huairen was anxious, he was helpless.

Just when he was feeling a little hopeless, all the black fog began to disappear.

Listening to the sound of discussion around him, Wang Huairen also looked at the figure standing proudly in the field.

I saw that the figure was wearing casual casual clothes and shoulder-length hair, and when he looked at his face again, Wang Huairen was taken aback again!

"Isn't this my daughter's classmate Zhang Yang?"

"Listening to the conversation around him, the Mr. Zhang I want to visit this time is actually him! But how is this possible! He is only 18 years old, the same age as Yu Yan. ”

"Mr. Zhang, Zhang Yang is also surnamed Zhang, hey, why am I so stupid!"

Wang Huairen's heart was in a mess, and he felt extremely regretful for the actions he had been targeting Zhang Yang before.

On the other side, Qin Yumo's three daughters were pushed to a place, and when the three girls landed and saw Zhang Yang, they all had a sudden look on their faces.

The tension of the three people at the moment gradually relaxed, they have all seen the strength of Zhang Yang, and at the same time, they also have absolute confidence in the latter!

"It turns out that you are a good thing for me!"

The Emperor Immortal stood tall in the air, looking down at Zhang Yang.

The two had a brief fight before, and at that time, the Emperor Immortal was still a little surprised that Zhang Yang could easily break his attack.

But he didn't take it seriously at the time, after all, he didn't do his best then.

But now, Zhang Yang's casual roar and a strange yellow light actually broke his soul flag, and also destroyed most of his tens of thousands of souls.

This time, he was really angry!

"Son, you are very good, your cultivation is not bad at a young age, recently this Immortal Venerable has just done a method of refining corpses, and it is just right to use you to test the law!"

The Emperor Immortal slapped the storage bag on his waist, and a two-meter-long scythe was held in his hand, which was somewhat similar to Satan, the god of death in the West.

"Take me to refine the corpse? I think I've heard this there, but the last time I said this, the person who said it to me had already gone to the underworld to get a lunch box. The corners of Zhang Yang's mouth lifted slightly, with a seasoned smile on his face.

"A mouth full of artillery!

The Emperor Immortal clenched the sickle in mid-air with both hands, and it was a ruthless knife against Zhang Yang from top to bottom!

"Boom!" the cold sword qi came with a biting cool breeze.

Even the crowd of onlookers from afar felt a sense of fear when they saw this knife, as if their souls were about to be emptied.

"That's all there is to it?"

"Boom!"

Zhang Yang didn't move an inch, and several lightning bolts shot out from his eyes.

It's a pity that they were easily avoided by the other party.

Zhang Yang frowned, and when he saw that the sword was about to slash at the center of his eyebrows, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the scythe.

"You want to grab my sickle with your hands, look for death!" Seeing Zhang Yang's stupid behavior, Emperor Zun obviously couldn't help but sneer, but before the laughter fell, he was shocked to find that his magic weapon was really caught by Zhang Yang!

"Sonorous!" as if the sound of metal colliding sounded, Zhang Yang's seemingly weak hands have infinite power at this moment!

"Ah, how is it possible to carry the other party's scythe directly with your hands?"

"I seem to have heard the sound of metal clashing just now, could it be that this man's hand is made of iron?"

"This is terrifying, isn't it?"

Even if they saw it with their own eyes, everyone was still a little incredulous, after all, Rao's body was made of flesh and blood, how could flesh and blood be harder than steel?

In fact, even if it was a monk in the infancy stage, he didn't dare to grasp the opponent's magic weapon with his hands like Zhang Yang.

The reason why Zhang Yang is so confident is entirely because of the merits of the Northern Pluto Divine Body.

His strength is body refining, and although he has only cultivated to the first level of the Northern Netherworld Divine Body now, his physical strength can be compared to the Yuan Infant Power of Body Refining!

The corners of his mouth raised a touch of arc, Zhang Yang sneered and tried his best, holding the tip of the knife in his hand and began to pick up the big windmill!

A monk's magic weapon is his life, and the Emperor Zun Immortal naturally refuses to give up the huge scythe in his hand.

The final result is naturally obvious, everyone saw such a scene, the old man who was like Emperor Xianrao before, was constantly flipped in the air by Zhang Yang through the sickle at this moment, and he didn't know how many times he turned, Zhang Yang directly smashed it!

"Bang!" It was like a few tons of heavy objects falling to the ground, and a huge hole appeared directly on the ground, and the Emperor Zun Immortal was even more smashed, and he didn't know the northwest.

"Poof!" The Emperor Venerable Immortal half-knelt on the ground and spat out a mouthful of old blood in pain.

"Ahhh

"Bloodfiend Transformation!"

The Emperor Immortal roared, his voice cold and piercing.

In a moment, Emperor Zun, who was still a rickety white-haired old man just now, suddenly had blood all over his body at this time, and soon a strange blood red covered his whole body.

Immediately afterwards, his figure also began to change, slowly began to rise, and finally changed from an old man who was only 1.6 meters tall to a giant man with a height of two meters.

Half a minute later, Emperor Zun finally stopped changing.

The originally delicate and white face became distorted and terrifying at this moment, and the withered arms became thick and strong.

The strange blood red on his body had also disappeared, and in its place was a black-red viscous liquid, which was constantly bubbling out, and there was a trace of yellowish bile on the surface.

A foul smell came to the nostrils, making everyone around vomit.

"The last time I used a Blood Fiend transformation was fifty years ago. ”

"My opponent was bitten and eaten by me one bite at a time, and his blood was drunk dry by me drop by drop, which is really nostalgic. ”

"I watched him suffer a little bit, but he couldn't die right away, and that feeling, well, was wonderful. ”

Emperor Zun took a deep breath and grinned.

Blood Demon Transformation is his forbidden move, and after using it, he will be seriously injured and his strength will be greatly reduced.

For more than 100 years, the emperor has only used it three times.

This time, he could have escaped, but because his life was approaching, if he couldn't get Qin Yumo's three daughters, he would also be short in life, so it was better to work hard.

Looking at the emperor who looked like a hellish ghost, Zhang Yang frowned.

Throwing away the other party's scythe, Zhang Yang pinched his nose with some disgust, even if he was a few meters away from the other party, but the stench on the other party's body, he could smell it clearly, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

"I wanted to play with you for a while, but the way you look now is really disgusting, and it looks like it's going to end early. Because of the pinching of his nose, the flamboyant tone seemed a little funny.

I didn't see any movement, abruptly, there was an extra long sword in Zhang Yang's hand, the sword body was engraved with ancient lines, and the sword body was even more flashing with a wisp of murderous aura.

"Die!" Zhang Yang pinched his nose with one hand and waved his sword with the other, such a funny action made everyone laugh!