A huge wave one foot long suddenly jumped out and rushed directly towards Yang Tiangang's throat. Fishy saliva splashed out from the sharp teeth. There was a faint excitement in Yang Tiangang's eyes.
This is a demon. Yang Tiangang recalled some things Yang Junshan once told him. This giant wolf should be a demon cultivator, a demon cultivator in the Great Perfection realm.
Naturally, a wolf demon was not in Yang Tiangang's eyes. However, the moment he took action, a man whose whole body was covered with tattoos of various colors suddenly appeared from behind a boulder behind the giant wolf. This man held a The bone gun was thrown, and the bone gun made a sharp whistle in mid-air, and also pierced Yang Tiangang.
What kind of race is this? Could it be the barbarian race that Zhu Balong and others once talked about
Yang Tiangang's thoughts were racing, but two existences in the Great Perfection realm took action at the same time, and he did not dare to neglect the movements of his hands.
The giant wolf's muscular body had just leapt into the air when a rope like a snake silently wrapped around its neck. The giant wolf let out a scream in mid-air and was dragged to the ground by the rope. The giant wolf was still thinking about rolling away from the rope, but unexpectedly it was getting tighter and tighter. It wanted to lower its head and bite, but found that the rope not only started to wrap around its neck, but also around its waist, and Tighter and tighter, until all the bones in its body make a snapping sound.
Before the bone spear thrown by the barbarian monk reached Yang Tianggang, it made a crisp "clang" sound, as if it had pierced a hard shell. The whole bone spear tip emitted a stream of fire and suddenly deviated. original direction.
The barbarian monk opened his hands and shouted loudly. The bone gun suddenly turned in mid-air, fell into his hand again, and was about to throw it again.
How could Yang Tiangang give him a chance? He waved a spear with one hand, and a slanting beam of light shot out from the tip of the spear and struck directly at the barbarian monk dozens of feet away.
The barbarian monk tried to block it with the bone gun in his hand, but unexpectedly when he loosened his hands, the bone gun was cut off directly. Then he felt his body was light, and his eyes could actually stare directly at his butt.
Yang Tianggang used the mountain-breaking spiritual technique to kill a barbarian monk who was equivalent to the Dzogchen realm. He retracted his spear and struck the ground directly under his feet. It was as if an earthquake had occurred within a radius of thirty feet. A figure stumbled from behind him. Staggering and falling out.
"Ghost monk!"
Yang Tianggang snorted coldly, and the spear spun around in mid-air, accurately piercing the throat of the ghost monk who looked pale but had a stern look on his face.
But at this moment, a bloody shadow suddenly covered Yang Tiangang's head, and the protective aura that could withstand the bone spears thrown by the barbarians was like snow poured into boiling water, and it suddenly lost its protective power.
At the critical moment, Yang Tiangang's steps flashed. When he took a step, it seemed that the distance of dozens of feet was condensed. The blood shadow was scattered but was in vain. The person was already dozens of feet away.
The blood shadow flowed and condensed like water, and soon formed a human shape. A man with red eyebrows and a short stature appeared at the place where Yang Tiangang stood before.
"A member of the demon clan?" Yang Tiangang asked in a solemn voice.
"Hehe," the person formed by the blood shadow sneered: "Demon clan? No, no, I'm a member of the Shura clan!"
"Asura clan
"Yang Tianggang frowned. He didn't know the monks of this race, but he could feel the difficulty of the person in front of him. The magical power that turned into a blood shadow was really hard to guard against, even more so than the one who came and went without a trace. The ghost monks are even more frightening.
A thunderstorm exploded from mid-air. The face of the Shura clan member changed. He shook off his clothes and turned into a ball of blood and disappeared. However, he saw a ray of light falling down, and Zhu Balong, the real person, walked out of it and said: "Fellow Daoist Yang, have you met someone from the Shura clan?"
Yang Tiangang nodded and said: "This person does claim to be a Shura tribesman. I have to thank Zhenren Zhu for coming to help, otherwise Yang will have to have a fight with this Shura tribesman next. This person gives me a very good feeling." Not easy to deal with.”
Master Zhu Balong said with a solemn expression: "Young Daoist Yang must be careful if you encounter Shura people again in the future. This kind of existence method is strange, ruthless and difficult to deal with. If you can avoid fighting with them, it is best to stay away. If you really can't avoid it, you can also use it." Pure yang magical powers such as thunder and lightning can be used against the enemy, which is quite effective in containing them. "
Yang Tianggang heard this and said sincerely: "Thank you so much, Master Zhu, for your advice!"
Zhu Zhenren nodded and said: "These are all based on experience. If Fellow Daoist Yang comes to Burying Tianxu in the future, he will know how to deal with it, but now we have to evacuate first."
Yang Tianggang was stunned when he heard this, and said anxiously: "Why? Now that the seal is broken, if we evacuate, doesn't it mean that we will allow these foreign monks to invade our world?"
Zhu Zhenren sighed and said: "We can't hold on any longer. There are casualties in every sect. Now we are surrounded by monks from outside the territory. If we don't break out, I'm afraid our entire army will be annihilated. Alas, this world is about to change." , a catastrophe affecting the entire cultivation world is inevitable!"
Yang Junshan had already swallowed the second Purple Spirit Pill. He could feel that the original essence in his Dantian was condensing, and it seemed that a qualitative change was brewing from it. However, this qualitative change was instead blocked by the Dantian and Yang Junshan was restrained by his tyrannical body, and the Nine Toughness Art at this time was the original force that promoted the qualitative change and finally broke the double bondage between the Dantian and the physical body.
Yang Junshan swallowed the third lesson of the Purple Spirit Pill without hesitation. The bulging spiritual energy surged in his body, but it was still unable to form the kind of torrent that could reach the ocean. But otherwise, it could not break the flow from Dantian and The double bind of the flesh.
The Sancai Spirit Controlling Formation was activated, interrupting the spiritual power supply of the Spiritual Spring to the Spiritual Plant Garden and the Sword Tomb, and even cut off the spread of spiritual power in the entire Xishan Village. All the spiritual power emanating from the Spiritual Spring continued in an endless stream. They gathered towards the secret room where Yang Junshan retreated.
The three Yang family monks in the late martial arts realm in Xishan Village first noticed that the spiritual power in the village protection formation was weakening sharply. They all looked up to the top of Xishan Mountain, only to find that at some point, the formation fog that originally enveloped the top of the mountain had appeared. The fog had begun to spread from top to bottom, and the entire Western Mountain was covered by the fog from the mountainside.