The wind is blowing in all directions, and the battlefield under the Dangmang Mountain is like being wailed by a terrible ghost, which is very desolate!

In the blink of an eye, the colorful figure that was still far away in the sky had completely stood on the high sky of this mountain of corpses and blood.

This person, Mao Zhenhuang recognized.

Huayang Tianzong's real person here, Yonghezi!

Every month, I go to the shrine to worship "Shangpu", not to mention the big thorny standing in the sky, it is estimated that the fat man who has turned into gray grass can distinguish his bones.

However, what surprised him a little was that Yonghezi at this time did not have the fireworks of the past, and he could even be said to be a little down!

The usually spotless Huayang Tianzong Taoist clothes are in tatters, if you fix your eyes, the "freshness" on the buttocks can be distinguished by the naked eye, and the black and smooth steel needles at that end are very messy, if you don't say that this person is a great monk in the early stage of Jindan, you will definitely think that you have just stolen someone's hen and were pecked back in embarrassment.

"The real person said, how dare a small Mingshen Sect take six cities of my Daliang one after another, it turns out that there is a master behind the guidance, hum!"

Yonghezi's sword eyebrows rose upside down, looking at the group of so-called Mingshen Sect monks under his feet, and the murderous aura rose with anger.

Being played like this by a group of Ming Chen who were dressed in the sheepskin of the Mingshen Sect and were guilty of Wucheng Tiangong wolves, this shame is not to mention that he Yonghezi, just change a big monk casually, where is he still in the mood to ask, it is estimated that he has already made a killing move.

"The monk in charge of the northwest of Liang Kingdom, Huayang Tianzong Yonghezi?" A person walked out of the white shirt, looked at the murderous Yonghezi above the sky, and said lightly.

Hoarse and chirping, not only the voice is ugly, but also the appearance is extremely ugly, the length is comparable to a pus-covered toad, which is very inconsistent with the independent white shirt of the cocoon.

"Rui Qi auspicious clouds are full of Huan Sheng, and the dust realm is really beautiful and danying.

Tianyun does not chase the spirit of flowers, and the gods are accompanied by fairy tales.

As you wish, Huayang Tianzong will be the head of the Guangzi generation, Yonghezi!"

It is not an exaggeration to say that Yonghezi gritted his teeth and reported the mountain gate number, Mao Zhenhuang could clearly sense that this great god was on the verge of going berserk, and there was no need for open flames, it was estimated that the sun in the sky would go berserk if it was blazing for three points at this time.

"The disciples of Huayang Tianzong's generation, Guangzeng Yongxingheng, Deyi Qing Wensheng, the head of the Yongzi generation, actually hold the head of the Guangzi generation, I admire it below!"

After the ugly white-shirted monk finished speaking, he hugged his fists towards Yonghezi, who was high in the sky.

The other party is very polite!

Hearing this, Yonghezi, who was angry, took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his anger and said: "Thank you for the praise of the Wucheng Heavenly Palace tomorrow morning, the real person can't afford it, and it's still the praise of an elder."

And in the southeast region of the Jin Kingdom, if the real person is not mistaken, there should be one underworld official in the Eight Mansions, who is the official of the True Monarch of Wuzheng; two people are recorded in the Nine Heavens, and Ban Jian is recorded in the examination and plunder, and the criminal karma is recorded in Zihe; and there are three ghost generals in the Ten Directions, Pan Yanshen, Liu Chen and Luo Shen.

Looking at Your Excellency's cultivation, it is obvious that it is not Wuzheng Shangdu Zhenjun, so I don't know if it is a Dulu or a ghost general?"

"Haha~~~ Some of the characters that this real person of Huayang Tianzong said have also heard of below, but if you force me on their heads, you will lift me up. ”

Looking at the other party's laughter, Yonghezi snorted coldly and said, "Oh!

"That's not the case! In the Eighth Elder Yin Friends Sect of the Lower Ming God Sect. ”

"Tomorrow morning, I will be guilty of Wucheng Heavenly Palace and deceive me, Yonghezi doesn't know people?"

In a word, there was a chilling wind in the sky and the earth, and on the sunny day, Mao Zhenhuang suddenly felt the cold wind penetrate his bones for three points, and shivered involuntarily.

Powerful murderous aura!

Yonghezi was furious.

The ugly-faced white-shirted man pressed lightly on the blowing wind with one hand, and suddenly the three-foot land around him became a quiet domain, looking at Yonghezi, who was angry above the sky, didn't care at all, and said with a smile just now: "Repeat, in the Eighth Elder Yin Youzong of the Lower Ming God Sect!"

The words are very soft, but the sound is shocking!

"Okay, good, good Yin Youzong, the eighth elder of the Mingshen Sect, has indirectly taken five cities from my Great Liang Country in two years, so I will show that the Shenzong does not have that ability.

If you say that it is Ming Chen's offense to the Wucheng Heavenly Palace, the real person is still afraid of three points, since you say so with a hard mouth, the real person will treat you as the eighth elder of the Mingshen Sect Yin Youzong to kill, I see how Ming Chen's Martial City Heavenly Palace can withstand me!"

As soon as a sonorous and powerful word "He" fell, Mao Zhenhuang suddenly felt that the sky was dark.

A shadow!

The illusory shadow of the lonely mountain obscured the day, and even more obscured the day, and the entire battlefield was instantly reduced to the color of night.

"Into your mother! actually moved the soul of Mangshan Mountain. ”

Mao Zhenhuang looked at this illusory mountain, sluggish, and was completely incoherent.

This is the illusory shadow of the Dangmang Mountain in the distance!

He didn't know any mountain, but he remembered the door in front of him.

Just because he has resisted Zhao Guojun for more than four months under this mountain, he sways at the foot of the mountain every day.

"Shock!"

Yonghezi bulged a pair of angry red eyes, raised his hands, and shouted at the group of white-shirted monks at his feet.

Speaking of which, it doesn't matter if the other party is Mingshenzong or Ming Chen's offense Wucheng Heavenly Palace, even if the other party doesn't admit it, he can take the other party's dog head and personally go to Mingchen Guilty Martial City Heavenly Palace to confront him!

"Haha~~ It's good to come! The real person also knows that Huayang Tianzong's Fengzheng technique is unique in the world, so I don't know that you, the junior of the Yongzi generation, died with this name, and I will teach!"

Looking at the illusory giant mountain that was pressing down, the ugly man laughed and took a step forward, and the pitch-black shiny war knife in his hand had already slashed towards the sky.

Huayang Tianzong's sealing technique is divided into four grades!

First class please immortals.

The second class, please the heavens and stars.

The third class invited was the successive ancestors of Huayang Tianzong.

The fourth class invites the mountain spirit, the river god, the city god and the land.

This is the ability of Huayang Tianzong to be famous all over the world, and it is also because of the art of this town sect that this sect can be on the same table as the first major sect in Central Continent.

However, please sen, that's a theory!

It's just that Huayang Tianzong himself has nothing to do with each other, if he really has such ability, he will have to change his head to explain the name of the No. 1 Great Sect in the Central Continent.

It is that there are few people in the Huayang Heavenly Sect who can invite the successive ancestors of this sect, and the most common of them is the fourth-class sealing technique in front of them.

The mountain spirit, the river god, the city god, and the land knew in order that the junior of the Huayang Tianzong Yongzi in front of him was not a good stubble at all.

But fortunately, the only thing that reassures the ugly monk is that the person named Yonghezi in front of him can't invite the Dangmang Mountain deity.

The ugly man is not steel!

It is better to say that it is a knife style.

With a swing of the sword, he didn't see the unparalleled Heavenly Sword Qi, but he saw countless ghosts and ghosts burst out from the pitch-black blade.

"A group of wild ghosts dare to shake the mountain?"

Yonghezi looked at the ugly man's path, endless handprints flying, and his spit was a mockery.

"Can you shake the mountain, the little baby of the Yongzi generation will wait for you to repair it when you get home, let's talk about it, collapse!"

The ugly man shouted, and when he saw the endless ghost shadow under the Illusory Shadow Mountain, he was biting towards the illusory mountain that was pressed down, and between the rapid speeds, there was an endless sound of ghosts screaming.

Mao Zhenhuang covered his ears and watched the two "immortals" fighting between heaven and earth, and the expected violent collision did not occur at all, not even the sound of violent impact.

The mountain did not crush the ghosts in one place, but the ghosts in one place gnawed half of the mountains!

"I still insist that it is the elder of the Mingshen Sect, Yin Youzong, when did the Yin Youzong start to repair the "Jade Gold Chapter" of the Six Palaces?"

Yonghezi just glanced at the half-eaten mountain soul Fengzheng, and then turned his head and stared at the ugly man with those eyes full of hatred, and choked his words.

"Haha~~ It's not easy! Don't you sit down as soon as you die, the real person is the Yin Friend Sect?"

After listening to this, Yonghezi said with an expressionless voice: "Then you have to have that ability!"

"If you don't try it, you'll know, give it to me!"

As soon as the ugly man's shouting fell, the ghosts who were screaming suddenly became three points stronger.

"Tomorrow morning, I will be guilty of the miscellaneous pieces of the Wucheng Heavenly Palace! Let you have one hand, it is really our Huayang Heavenly Sect's sealing technique to play with you. ”

The other party should be a cultivator of the second turn or so of the demon fetus, and if he dies, he will be one of the ghost generals of the ten directions or one of the nine directions.

Seeing the reality clearly, Yonghezi's angry heart instantly became a little impatient, lazily grinding with the other party, and a pair of slender hands helped him to gnaw at the broken Dangmang Mountain.

But there was not the slightest fluctuation of aura, and the huge illusory majestic mountain was intact!

"Whatever you want! If you want to nibble on a few little ghosts, the real person will give you a seat. ”

Yonghezi's voice was grim and poignant, and the ugly monk who listened to it trembled.

"Not good!"

The ugly monk suddenly felt a yin wind in the back of his head, shouted in a panic, and without looking back, he directly prevaricated the pitch-black war knife in his hand to his back.

There was a loud bang, and the sky and the earth were full of dust.

When Mao Zhenhuang fixed his mind and looked over, there was still the ugly monk in white shirt in the distance, there was a deep pit, and there was a huge mountain tip towering in the pit.

The art of dividing the mountains!

Trail, but it also takes some time to work on the technique.

"Huayang Tianzong Yongzi junior, enough yin!"

The smoke cleared, and on the side of the pit at the top of the mountain knelt a monk with a sword and spurting blood.

The other party vomited a big puddle, and Mao Zhenhuang, who was looking at it, frowned, if he hadn't said such a sentence coldly, he would have thought that this Sixth Palace power was directly shocked to death by Yonghezi.

Seeing that the other party was not directly shocked to death by himself, Yonghezi felt a little regretful, and said to the other party: "You will be guilty of the Wucheng Heavenly Palace tomorrow morning to play with chickens and dogs and steal so many cities from our beams, and they are not much better, they can be regarded as each other!"

"Heh, the city is there, you Liang Guo can take it if you want, and no one will stop you, but you junior wants to take the old man's life is still so three points away, look at the move!"

As soon as the ugly monk's words fell, the pitch-black and abnormal war knife in his hand instantly came out of his hand and shot directly towards Yonghezi above the sky.

The knife was fast, and it quickly pulled out a straight pitch-black knife shadow in the air!

"Dare!"

Yonghezi looked at the ghost knife that was shooting rapidly, and his eyes were full of anger.

The other party was hit by the art of dividing the mountain like this, and he vomited blood, even if he was not dead or half-disabled, where would he have thought that there would be such a retrospective.

"Junior Yonghezi! This Qiu Benzhen has written it down, if our mountains do not turn around, there will be a period in the future. ”

However, at this time, Yonghezi, who was prevaricating this ghost knife by the soul of Fengzheng Mountain, had just stabilized his mind, and when he looked ahead, there was still that group of white-shirted monks.

In an instant, all of them disappeared without a trace, leaving only the ugly white-shirted monk's humble voice when he left, which permeated this battlefield of the dead.

The divine consciousness of the Jindan period swept wildly three times!

The end result was also as he saw in front of him, with no human figure at all.

"Tomorrow morning, I dare to bully me!"

Yonghezi slapped the ghost knife in front of him with one palm, and shouted angrily towards the position of the white-shirted man who had disappeared.

The angry roar shook the mountains and forests, and Mao Zhenhuang felt that the dangmang mountain in the distance seemed to be shaking three times because of Yonghezi's words.

"What kind of world, the people of the upper sect are so insidious and treacherous, and let us mix up with the lower sect. ”

Mao Zhenhuang looked at Yonghezi, who was already in a state of madness, muttered to himself, and then turned around and ran towards the place where the sword shadow landed.

To stay here is to use your own life to hit the bad luck of this great god.

It's not worth it at all!