Chapter 652: Destroying the Song Family (I)

Song State, Yangzhou City.

Getting late, the sunset.

The entire Yangtze River, and Yangzi Mountain, were reflected in blood red.

Now.

Half of Yang Zishan collapsed, and almost one-third of the Song family's mansion above turned into ruins, covered with dust.

In mid-air, a teenager held a huge black tower, standing in the air.

"People of the Song family, come and die!"

The young man's expression was cold, his eyes were cold, and he shouted angrily.

The sound was like thunder, and it exploded over the entire Yangzhou City, rolling and spreading.

Hundreds of thousands of monks in the city were alarmed.

The crowd of black oppression was sensational, and they swept up one after another, looking at Yang Zishan where the Song family's mansion was located.

And the young man who saw Yang Zishan in the air, as well as the collapsed half of the mountain, and the ruins next to the Song family, all looked shocked, and their eyes fell on the young man.

"Who is this person who dares to provoke the Song family alone?"

"Maybe it's the enemy of the Song family! In the past few decades, the Song family's power has expanded, but it has offended many people!"

"Now that the Song family has an amazing background, its power has increased greatly, and it is pressing those super sects, this young man came alone, and he was stunned at first glance, and there was no return!"

"Don't say it, this young man is a Yuanying cultivator at first glance, otherwise how can he make such a momentum? I don't know which force or family genius it is!"

"What about geniuses, they don't know how to accumulate their edge, they hide their cultivation, and they appear too early, even if they have peerless talents, this kind of strength is not enough in front of the Song family!"

"It's a pity, this person is too reckless......"

......

The monks of the black press, some stand in the air, some stand on the roof, some stand up, and some command flying treasures......

They are all teenagers looking at Yangzi Mountain from afar, and there are constant discussions.

There are those who admire, those who disdain, those who sneer, those who sigh, and those who watch indifferently......

But more than that, he is not optimistic about this young man.

In the face of a huge and profound Song family, even if it was a god cultivator, he would not dare to caress his tiger beard.

"Who is Your Excellency? My Song family and Your Excellency seem to have no grievances, right?"

Above the Song family's mansion, hundreds of condensed figures appeared in an instant, standing in the void.

Song Zi'an, who was standing in front of the monks of the Song family, stared at the young man opposite, his eyes lit up, and he spoke.

The young man in front of him, he, couldn't see the depth.

This young man is none other than Zhang Yan.

"No grievances, no hatred, today, I will first sacrifice your Song family to the spirits of my parents in the sky!"

Zhang Yan's eyes were full of coldness, and his words were cold, and at this time, he noticed that there were actually monks from the White Bone Sect and Tianxuan Sect here, and then said: "The White Bone Sect and the Tianxuan Sect, very good, you came to die in advance, and it is just right to fulfill you!"

Zheng!

The flying sword groaned softly, and the scream sounded, as if it was about to pierce the sky, and the clouds and mist above the sky were agitated, and it was directly torn apart by the six flying swords, and the void was faintly twisted and torn.

Seeing this, the ancestors of the Song family, the two old men from the White Bone Sect and Tianxuanzong all had their eyes condensed, revealing a solemn expression.

However, the old man from the White Bone Gate still had a sneer on his face, and said: "It's just a yellow-mouthed child, the hair hasn't grown together, and with a bit of talent, he just speaks wildly, and he is looking for death! No matter how talented he is, if he doesn't grow up, he is not considered a genius! It's up to you? Or call the elders behind you to come out!"

As soon as these words fell, the ancestor of the Song family and the old man of Tianxuanzong looked at the surrounding void with their eyes full of essence.

But after a while, they found nothing, and they couldn't help frowning.

Seeing this, Zhang Yan couldn't see what these people were thinking, and couldn't help sneering: "Don't worry, there is only Zhang Mou here, if you are afraid of death, let those descendants of the Song family below also take action, otherwise don't regret it!"

Zhang Yan's words immediately angered the children of the Song family who appeared to watch below.

Especially those disciples who boasted that they had good talents, and were already cultivating in the Jindan stage when they were less than 100 years old, became furious.

"I'm not ashamed to say it, but I was promoted to the Yuan Infant Stage earlier than me, so I said crazy words!"

"Hmph, dare to scold us for being a waste, senior brother, second senior sister, let's shoot together and capture this person!"

"That's right, senior brother, what if this person is in the Yuan Infant Stage, you have broken through to the False Infant Stage now, even if you are a monk in the middle Yuan Infant Stage, you can compete!"

"That's it, senior brother, second senior sister, let's shoot together and capture and kill this crazy talker!"

"This person is only supported by someone behind him, so he dares to speak so loudly, if you want to talk about the nine elders of Nantong City, there must be someone else!"

......

A group of Song family disciples were indignant and roared angrily.

Many disciples have already sacrificed the magic weapon in their hands and are eager to try.

Although they, as core disciples, had long known about the extermination of the Nantong City family and the Luoshan City, the young man in front of them was almost the same age as them, and they didn't believe it if they could kill the family elders.

The only possibility is that this person has strong elders behind him.

Thinking like this, in front of these Song family children, the young man in a moon-white robe, with a calm and resolute face, and a woman in a light blue skirt with picturesque eyebrows, a little red cinnabar in the center of her eyebrows, red lips like cherries, and autumn eyes with a nose and autumn eyes, showed her intention on her face.

"Senior brother, let's shoot together, even if we are defeated, we can retreat!"

The woman's beautiful eyes looked at the young man in the air, with a faint hint of brilliance in her eyes, and then turned her head to the young man beside her.

The young man glanced at the girl, the cold color in his eyes flashed, and he looked at the young man in the air, with a trace of jealousy and shock in his expression.

He's seen this boy.

When he went north and entered the Northern Regions, he saw it in a hurry in the Holy Tower of the Blue City, but he was separated from the other Song family disciples because of the difficulty of finding a certain treasure.

It was because of that time that he had an adventure that he entered the core of the Song family, and even became the senior brother of this generation.

Even if he also had an adventure, his cultivation increased dramatically, but his strength could not be a strong monk in the late Yuan Dynasty after all.

"Follow me and kill him!"

The young man snorted coldly, and with hundreds of core disciples of the Song family, he swept into the air, and in a blink of an eye, he formed a fan-shaped shape, surrounding Zhang Yan.

Seeing this scene, Song Zi'an, the head of the Song family, only frowned slightly and did not stop it.

The other elders of the Song family, the White Bone Sect, and the monks of the Tianxuan Sect also looked at each other coldly.

They also wanted to see if this young man really had the strength comparable to the late Yuan Infant.

Moreover, what made them a little uneasy was that this young man appeared alone, and it was likely that there were god-transforming monks lurking around him.

"Hehe, it's all cowards. It's actually a group of juniors to be cannon fodder! But it's okay, these people are all waste, and it's not a pity to die!"

Zhang Yan sneered, stepped in the air, held the Morota in his hand, and swept over to a group of Song family disciples, directly taking the young man and the woman.

"Senior brother, it's too arrogant to kill him!"

Regarding Zhang Yan's words, some disciples of the Song family couldn't bear it for a long time, and they came to kill them one after another.

Seeing this, the young man waved his hand, and a big black net fell from the sky and shrouded Zhang Yan.

As for the woman, it was a slender jade finger pinched, and an autumn water sword light, with a sharp arc, turned into a Dao sword shadow, like autumn water ripples, layered on top of each other, and stabbed out silently.

Thorn ......

Dangdang......

The sound of the big net shattering, as well as the collision of the magic weapon sword light, sounded at the same time in an instant, and above the air, the spiritual light exploded.

I saw that the magic weapons in the hands of the disciples of the Song family were almost all smashed, and even the big net of the senior brother was torn apart in an instant, and the woman's sword light was all cut off.

"That's all there is to it!"

Zhang Yan used the sword of the gods, crushed the attacks of hundreds of people, and after sneering, he took a step forward, and he had already fallen in front of the young man, and with a bang, with a fist of Dao brilliant runes and spiritual light, he blasted out at the young man as quickly as thunder.

Boom!

There was no situation where he flew out upside down, but the young man was directly blasted into a blood mist.

The disciples of the Song family who watched this scene were all stunned one by one, their bodies began to tremble, and they retreated tremblingly, and they all became unfavorable.

"Hurry back!"

The elders of the Song family, whose complexions had already changed drastically, all shouted angrily.

At the same time, Song Zi'an was already a teleporter, appearing behind Zhang Yan, and a light and shadow sword slashed down in the air, faster than lightning.

While!

But the light and shadow sword had not yet fallen, but it was blocked by a blue sword light, and at the moment of collision, there was a soft groan.

Thundered!

Zhang Yan didn't look back at all, the Morota in his hand slammed into the storm, rising against the storm, directly turning into a dozen zhang in size, disturbing the entire void trembling, and then blasted towards the Song family, the White Bone Sect, Tianxuanzong and other elders.

"What kind of pagoda is this!"

Feeling the aura and attack power on the top of the black giant tower, the faces of the old men changed suddenly, and for the first time, they became solemn, and they all slapped out one after another Yuan Li big palms.

It took more than a dozen late Yuan Infant monks to make a move to block the attack of the black giant tower.

But everyone's faces had already shown a look of horror.

At the same time, a big palm like a small mountain formed in an instant when Zhang Yan waved his hand, as if it was about to tear open the void, with bursts of violent roars, it slapped down at the Song family disciples who were retreating.

Under the shocked and angry eyes of Song Zi'an and the ancestors of the Song family, hundreds of core disciples of the Song family were directly photographed in the rocks of Yang Zishan and the ruins of the mansion, and no one survived.

The rich smell of blood made everyone present instantly fall silent.

Hiss......

The monks in Yangzhou City saw this scene in their eyes, and they gasped one after another, full of shock.

"This person must be more than just the Yuan Infant Period!"

"At a young age, he shot so ruthlessly, could it be from the evil cultivators of the Demon Gate?"

"Sure enough, the demons, hundreds of core disciples of the Song family are not the place for this person's move, and under one move, hundreds of people have disappeared like this......"

......

"A bunch of rubbish!"

Zhang Yan took the Morota that flew back upside down, and after sneering, he turned his head to look at the three powerful old monsters including the Song family, and said coldly: "It's time for you old waste! Let's shoot together, there are a total of twenty Yuan Infant Stage, thirty-five Yuan Infant Period, forty Yuan Infant Period, and five Transformation Stage...... Yes, this kind of true face can be killed by Zhang, which is unprecedented!"

After speaking, Zhang Yan's face was light and breezy, his body was free, he stood in the air, and his eyes swept over the hundreds of people on the opposite side with a trace of coldness.

"He's going to fight these hundred-year-old monsters alone?

"If this matter spreads, even if he is killed, the Song family, the White Bone Sect and the Tianxuanzong will definitely be disgraced!"

"This son is too demonic, if he doesn't kill here, in a few years, these sect forces will have trouble sleeping!"

......

Under the discussion of hundreds of thousands of monks who were watching, the ancestors of the Song family and others had already been furious and murderous.

Hundreds of core disciples of the Song family fell like this, almost making their hearts bleed.

"This son, let the old man kill him with his own hands!"

The ancestor of the Song family gritted his teeth, his words were cold, and he stepped out of the void.

With each step, the void beneath his feet faintly distorted, roaring, and trembling.

At the same time, on his dry palm, the spiritual light flickered, and countless flying swords glowing with silver cold light gradually grew larger from his palm, like autumn ripples, constantly spreading, and the speed became faster and faster.

In the blink of an eye, countless sword lights and sword intents, in more than ten miles of void, roared and flickered, forming a majestic sword formation, blasting straight down at Zhang Yan, so fast that the entire void tore out cracks.

"Sword formation?"

At this time, Zhang Yan's face showed a slight solemnity, this old man's cultivation has reached the middle stage of transforming into a god, and his cultivation is more than ten times stronger than that of Sha Tongtian.

Moreover, the other party had also cultivated a sword formation, and the attack was so fierce that it made his scalp a little numb.

But.

For the sword formation, Zhang Yan has full confidence that he can break the opponent's attack.

In a slight pinch, the six divine swords were already roaring out and facing them.

Dangdang......

In an instant, countless sword lights and sword rays were suddenly intertwined, and the entire void was in chaos.

Xiuxiu......

In the next moment, the countless silver sword lights that were almost covering the sky and the sun suddenly shrank and turned into a sword light top, falling into the palm of the Song family ancestor.

And the ancestor of the Song family, his face was slightly pale at this time, and when he turned out to be behind the sword array in his hand, he snorted suddenly, took two steps back, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

As for Zhang Yan, he stood in place, unharmed, and then withdrew the Divine Sword with a solemn expression, his eyes overflowing with cold light.

"How is this possible?"

The monks who were watching were almost stunned.

The ancestor of the Song family, the cultivation in the middle stage of the god transformation, in the hands of this young man, was invincible, and he also suffered a loss, which was a little unbelievable.

"He's a cultivator in the Transformation Stage?"

The two old men of the Transformation Stage of the White Bone Sect and the Tianxuan Sect had their eyes condensed, and they asked at the same time.

"No, this son's true yuan is only in the realm of the late Yuan Infant! But the power of mana is not inferior to the old man at all, and the sword array is even more terrifying than the old man and my Wanhong sword formation......

The ancestor of the Song family showed a look of anger on his face, looked at the young man opposite, and said with palpitations and fear: "This son is too wicked, don't stay! Let's kill together, otherwise, it will be us and a few other forces who will suffer!"

As soon as the Song family ancestor said this, everyone present changed color, and their expressions became solemn.

Rumble......

Hundreds of strong aura, in an instant, soared into the sky, the void trembled, and the wind and clouds surged.

Moreover, these breaths were pressed away at the same time.

"Ba Huo, let go of your hands today, kill them without leaving a piece of armor! But you have to be careful of those god-turning old monsters, don't fall into trouble!"

Seeing hundreds of people attacking him, Zhang Yan had no fear, turned his hand and took out the ghost spirit bead, and released hundreds of Yuan Infant spirit slaves, and at the same time, the three Dao god spirit slaves were also released by him, and then instructed Ba Huo.

Woohoo...... Senior brother, don't worry, these old immortals, I will definitely let them strip off all their old skins, and look dignified all day long, I have long been unhappy with my master!"

Ba Huo dragged the long white fireworks behind him, flying through the void, his hands crossed his waist, his face was full of arrogance, and he screamed and waved his hand, saying: "Little ones, peel these old immortals and cramp them, and smoke their Yuan Baby!"

After speaking, Ba Huo was already the first to fight out.

Thundered......

Hundreds of spirit slaves, with an incomparably strong and cold aura, swept up into the sky, and pounced on the Song family, the White Bone Sect, Tianxuanzong and other old monsters.

Even the three-way god spirit slave who had been successfully refined by Zhang Yan followed and directly entangled the two old men of the Song family.

And the other primordial old monsters were also entangled by other spirit slaves.

The terrifying and difficult spirit slaves of the Thousand Spirit Sect monks, these primordial old monsters, but they are extremely proficient, and there are no special magic weapons and means to restrain them, even in the face of a spirit slave who is one level lower, it is maddening.

What's more, this is a spirit slave at the level of a primordial infant, and the spirit body and means are terrifying, and it is by no means comparable to an ordinary spirit slave.

Moreover, the hundreds of Yuanying spirit slaves who suddenly appeared, not to mention that everyone was stunned, and even the entire Yangzhou City monks who were watching were stunned, and they all turned pale and retreated one after another. 、

"Lingnu! This son is a Thousand Spirits Sect monk!"

"And it's also a spirit slave at the level of Yuan Ying, this kind of storage zài, just one, it's extremely difficult!"

"One hundred primordial infant spirit slaves...... Who is this son......

......

Similarly, the Song family, the White Bone Sect, and the monks of the Tianxuan Sect were all stunned.

Especially the ancestor of the Song family, who was well versed in the strength of the Thousand Spirits Sect, was shocked for a while.

"Hundreds of Yuan Infant Spirit Slaves, even the old monsters in the Thousand Spirits Hall of the Demon Cloud Ridge are difficult to own, where is this son sacred!"

Several old monsters turned into gods, and their faces showed a look of surprise.

But those Yuanying monks didn't have time to think about it at all, and they hurriedly met those spirit slaves who were slaughtered, and their faces were ugly.

"A few old immortals, let's go together!"

Zhang Yan turned around, and his gaze fell on the Song Family Ancestor and the other two old men of the White Bone Sect and Tianxuanzong.

When the words fell, Zhang Yan had already started to shoot out, and the mysterious incomparable fist momentum was formed in a blink of an eye, and then the surrounding heaven and earth yuan force gathered violently.

"One Yuan Great Desolation!"

With Zhang Yan's soft drink, a huge and incomparably strong energy had formed in front of him, and it was directly smashed towards the three people opposite.

"Great Magical Arts!"

The Song family's ancestor showed horror in his eyes, and with a sigh of surprise, he hurriedly sacrificed his defensive magic weapon and sword formation to greet him.

The other two old men also moved with it, and the majestic Yuan Force was instantly formed on Yangzi Mountain.

But Zhang Yan ignored it, and the Morota in his hand fell down closely.

Immediately, the Divine Sword in his hand also tore through the void and shrouded the three of them.

directly beat the three of them backwards.

It's just that it's not over yet, and in the next moment, a huge white phantom has appeared behind him.

Then there was a stabbing sound, and the black dark wings opened in response, and his fist burst into the air, blasting at the three of them.

The hundreds of thousands of onlookers almost widened their eyes and opened their mouths slightly, stunned.