Amidst the flowing light in the sky, the surrounding air gradually became agitated.
With Boss Feng and Weng Qingyu as the center, it was like a huge tornado, berserk endlessly.
Occasionally, a stream of light would sweep across the top of the mountain. Amidst the loud rumbling noise, the mountain collapsed and the small mountain was flattened instantly.
In the rain of stones all over the sky, dust and sand fell.
The Nascent Soul monster made a move, and his aura turned out to be as strong as Ruo Si.
All the monks around retreated away one after another, their faces changing color.
Even Zhang Yang sighed again and again. I also thought of Yi Yixia's shocking palm, compared with this, it was nothing in the same breath.
Fighting in the Nascent Soul stage was such an aura. That shocking palm made a huge palm print with a radius of hundreds of miles, and the Yiyi Gorge was directly destroyed and became a basin... Then what kind of terrifying existence should it be
There is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people!
No matter how powerful you are, you can't be complacent, let alone lose your awe of the world.
Zhang Yang secretly sighed in his heart.
The fight in the sky, as time went on, gradually began to distinguish between superior and inferior.
Whether it is the mana reserve, the skill of controlling the sword, or the combat experience, the old monster Feng is slightly more qualified, and he has already begun to gain the upper hand.
I saw that the range of light and shadow on his side was getting bigger and bigger, and began to suppress it in the direction of Weng Qingyu.
At this time, even the Foundation Establishment cultivators around could see who was superior and who was inferior, and began to discuss.
Weng Qingyu's face was livid, he was always conceited and conceited, losing the sword in front of so many people this time, in his opinion, was really the greatest shame.
"Old Freak Feng, don't be too condescending! Benxiu naturally has the means to deal with you, but I am afraid of hurting the peace of our two factions. In terms of the way of controlling the sword, you are slightly better, but if life and death are in conflict, Ben Xiu It is easy for Xiu to kill you."
"Hahaha! Weng Qingyu, aren't you afraid that Feng Da will flash his tongue and kill the old man? Let's practice for 10,000 years first!" Old Freak Feng laughed back angrily.
Looking at the right time, the mana spurred it on, and the sword glow suddenly flourished.
Swish!
A ray of light flashed by, and Weng Qingyu couldn't dodge in time, and the light net in his hand suddenly pierced.
hold head high-
The pitch-black little snake, which has become more than three feet long, can still roar like a wild beast, which looks really weird.
With a flash of black light, the pitch-black little snake escaped, and was about to flee like lightning.
"Hmph! Where does the beast want to escape to!"
Old Freak Feng and Weng Qingyu grabbed the pitch-black little snake at the same time, and at the same time stopped each other.
Boo!
With a sound, the two Nascent Soul monsters made a strong move, and the airflow of mana fluctuations swept the pitch-black snake away.
The incarnation of the spirit of Yinquan is obviously extremely weak, and it looks like it can't even bear the fluctuation of mana.
With this throw, the little black snake was coming towards Zhang Yang and other spectators. From a short distance, Zhang Yang could clearly sense the strong yin and cold power of the little black snake.
This kind of yin-cold power seems to be different from ordinary yin-cold power, but more pure, as if pointing directly at the original existence.
Suddenly, "Taiyin Formation", which had been sinking in the depths of the sea of consciousness since it was damaged last time, slowly emerged. The black cover slowly rotated, and the four characters of "Taiyin Lianxing" shone faintly.
hold head high-
The little black snake roared, and suddenly stared at Zhang Yang with its red eyes.
Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat, this guy didn't want to attack him, did he
wrong!
Look into its eyes, it seems eager and friendly.
Thinking this way, after a moment of hesitation, the pitch-black snake turned into a ray of black light and shot straight into Zhang Yang's embrace.
chirp!
The pitch-black little snake screamed one after another, with an expression of grievance and attachment on its face, rubbing its little head against Zhang Yang's chest.
Zhang Yang's hand also subconsciously stroked the head of the pitch-black little snake.
Immediately, the fighting in the sky stopped suddenly. Everyone, including Old Monster Feng and Weng Qingyu, stared at Zhang Yang, watching this incredible scene.
This... what's going on here
Everyone has seen the rage of the spirit of the Yinquan just now, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is no less than a wild beast.
Although it has been attacked again and again and its stature has become smaller, it still can't change its ferocious nature!
Now you will take the initiative to throw it into the arms of a monk
How is this going
Who is this robed monk
With a sweep of consciousness, everyone's eyes immediately widened.
There was clearly a person standing there in front of him, but when he scanned it with his spiritual sense, there was nothing there.
Doesn't that mean that the level of this existence is much higher than that of everyone present
Even Old Monster Feng and Weng Qingyu looked solemn.
Zhang Yang smiled wryly in his heart, this is simply cheating!
If he had a choice, he would not want to get involved in this matter. In terms of combat effectiveness, everyone present can easily crush themselves to death. If you intervene rashly, you can imagine the danger.
However, this little pitch-black snake took the initiative to choose itself. Zhang Yang vaguely realized that this might have something to do with "Taiyin Refining Shape".
Moreover, at the moment when the little snake jumped into his arms, Zhang Yang could feel that the energy fluctuations of the Yin-cold attribute around him were visibly active, and his body seemed to absorb it more freely.
Needless to say, if one can own this pitch-black little snake, how terrifying the speed of cultivation will be in the future. This is simply another upgrade accelerator!
lure!
Irresistible temptation!
Zhang Yang licked his chapped lips, looked up at everyone with his blood red eyes.
Old Monster Feng raised his hand and said respectfully:
"Feng Sanyang of the Sword Spirit Sect, I don't know how you call it?"
Weng Qingyu also said:
"I wonder if this fellow daoist can do me a favor? I, Weng Qingyu, worked so hard to obtain this Yinquan Spirit. If fellow daoist can do me a favor, my Tian Yuzong will definitely repay it in the future."
Seeing that the two didn't make a direct move, but carried them out of the teacher's door one after another, Zhang Yang was stunned, and immediately understood that it must be because of the existence of the hexagram pendant that the other party couldn't see through his own strength, so he had some scruples.
Here's an opportunity!
If you can grasp it well, it is also possible to get out without using your hands.
Now he hissed and laughed:
"Quack! This old man is from the mountains and has no name or surname! As for the spirit of the Yin Spring, it was originally raised by this old man. How did you get it after all your efforts?"
"I only traveled for a hundred years, and when I came back, I found out that you were destroying my cave and hurting my spirit beasts. I want to talk to you!"
Zhang Yang snorted coldly, his tone became more and more severe, a typical bite back.
His words stunned everyone.
Could it be that this is really a latent cultivator? Judging by the intimacy between the spirit of the Yinquan and him, there should be no fakes, right
Even if Old Freak Feng and Weng Qingyu were extremely arrogant, they didn't dare to attack someone who couldn't see through their strength rashly.
Just when Zhang Yang was worried and thought he was about to make a plan, he heard a coquettish shout from the side: "It's you! It turned out to be you, a zombie! A few years ago, you were just a little wandering corpse, and now I don't know what to do. You have concealed your own strength by means, and dare to put on airs in front of us!"
Zhang Yang shuddered, and when the scolding sound came out, he knew it was going to be bad.
When I saw it, she was wearing a white shirt, her appearance was heavenly, her brows were erected, it was not Luo Fei but who
Can't help but hate in my heart!
paralysis! This stinking woman, when she was besieged by them last time when she was with Old Fang, it was because of her that she almost let herself be trapped by the Seven Star Sword Formation.
Now that she is about to succeed, it is this stinky three-eight who jumps out again!
Murderous intention suddenly appeared!
Zhang Yang didn't hesitate, flipped his hands over, and took out the gourd throwing knife, with a flick of his mind.
call out-
A cold light shot straight away.
Ding!
There was a crisp sound, but a stream of light flashed across, just in time to meet the cold light, and shot down the flying knife.
I saw a fist-sized copper coin floating in front of Luo Fei, spinning slowly, very beautiful.
Zhang Yang's heart shuddered. He is the most clear about the power of the gourd throwing knife. During the foundation building period, almost no one can hide.
This copper coin can knock down the flying knife, so it is definitely not a mortal thing.
However, it's normal to think about it, Fairy Luo Fei has advanced to the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage at a young age, and her status in the sect is definitely not low, and she doesn't have some magic weapons to save her life, so it's weird.
"Hahaha! Miss Luo Fei is worthy of being a key figure cultivated by the Sword Spirit Sect, and she is even willing to give you the top magic weapon of your North Peak, the copper coins! Not bad! Not bad! Someday this deity is interested, and I can accept you as a concubine. Send you a great fortune!"
Weng Qingyu clapped his hands and laughed loudly.
"Hmph!" Luo Fei snorted coldly, without answering.
Weng Qingyu didn't mind either, and turned his gaze coldly, and said to Zhang Yang: "It's this fellow Taoist who teased us for no reason, so you don't have to leave today."
As he said that, just as he was about to make a move, Zhang Yang had already acted ahead of time.
Boom!
A pair of huge wings shot out from behind, dazzling golden yellow, with a wingspan of several feet, as if they were illusory existences.
With a slight wave, the wind element in the surrounding space immediately fluctuated violently, leaving no doubt about its speed.
Seeing this, Weng Qingyu and Old Freak Feng frowned, and both shot.
Whoosh!
Before the two flashes of lightning shot out, Zhang Yang swung his wings vigorously behind his back.
In an instant, he only felt that the mana in his body rushed from behind to his wings like a bank bursting, and at the same time his figure had disappeared suddenly.
Boom!
Amidst the flying earth and rocks, the hill that Zhang Yang just stood on has been flattened. The two nearby monks who were watching the excitement were implicated, and their limbs were smashed to pieces, almost turning into meat slag.
In the sky, Zhang Yang's golden wings were huge and magnificent. In comparison, his body seemed very small. From a distance, it looks like a very beautiful big bird.
It's just that the balance of this big bird seems not very good, its body is wobbly, swinging back and forth.
Zhang Yangren was in the air, and the surprise in his heart could not be described in words.
It was the first time he used the wings, this kind of lightning speed, he had never thought of it anyway. It seems that it is much faster than the White Witch Corpse King who is so perfect.
However, at the same time as the speed is fast, the consumption of mana also makes Zhang Yang very speechless.
This kind of blowout consumption is simply not something ordinary foundation cultivators can afford. Even with Zhang Yang's abnormal absorption speed and recovery speed, it is difficult to sustain it for a long time.