It is more than ten feet high, covered with purple-red color, covered with overlapping scaly cuticles, as if it is the thickest armor; strong muscles, thick body, no one doubts his powerful strength; sharp claws, ferocious face; a head of purple-red hair unkempt . . .
Purple stiff
A bit like!
But... OMG! Who has seen such a tall purple zombie
This body shape is a bit like the king monster in the forest, the Titan giant ape!
Yes, that's right! It's the titan great ape! The ninth-level monster Titan Giant Ape doesn't look like this, does it
A few well-informed Jindan stage monks even quietly compared the breath of this monster with the ninth-level monster Titan Giant Ape, and found that they were incomparably different.
God! Where did this monster come from? How could it suddenly come down to the center of the Tushita Hall
The most shocking thing at this time was undoubtedly the old Taoist Wu Ya. He watched the purple zombie being put into the alchemy furnace with his own eyes, and sat down very cautiously to watch the refining process.
Seventy-seven forty-nine days later, the expected Garuda blood essence did not appear, but such a huge monster without a roc popped out!
How is this going? Could it be that a purple zombie can be refined into such a monster? Or, is this the effect of the blood essence of the Dapeng Garuda
Looking at the thick toe in front of him, the top of the foot almost reached his waist, Wu Ya's beard trembled.
I kept comforting myself in my heart, "This monster is only huge in size, and its strength has not changed much. It is still the purple stiff!"
"This is still the same purple head! The strength has not changed, but the size has become bigger..."
But! If his strength hadn't changed, how could he be able to open the lid of the Sanwei Dan Furnace? What's more, the aura emanating from this big monster made him, who is as powerful as a Nascent Soul cultivator, feel palpitations, which cannot be faked.
Old Daoist Wuya is about to cry!
Roar-
Zhang Yang let out a roar, like thunder exploding.
"Where is the evildoer making trouble?"
Zhang Yang had just finished yelling when suddenly an old voice echoed in the air.
Accompanied by this sound, a figure slowly emerged in the sky, with a beard and white hair, wearing a gray Taoist robe, and his aura was stronger than that of the old Taoist Wu Ya.
"It's Uncle Mao!"
"Master Mao is in charge of guarding the Tusita Hall. Now that this monster has come to make trouble in the Tusita Hall, he will naturally take action."
"Great! Uncle Grand Master has made a move, this big monster will definitely be dealt with!"
"However, after so many years, it seems that I have never seen Master Mao make a move! I just feel that his old man's aura seems to be very powerful, and I don't know what his real strength is."
The monks around all showed excited expressions, and some expressed concern; however, none of them noticed that the so-called "Master Mao" had a look on his face when he saw the big monster and sensed the breath of the big monster. Everything has changed.
Ninth-level monster
What is this? It looks like a zombie, but with this size, it should be a monster, right? Looking at the aura on his body, it seems that he is not weaker than a ninth-level monster
"Master Mao" himself is a Dzogchen monk in the Nascent Soul stage. Because he is practicing the fire attribute technique, he asked the sect to sit in the Tushiita Hall and take the opportunity to seek a breakthrough.
Unexpectedly, such a big monster came to make trouble before the opportunity was found.
The breath of a ninth-level monster! That is an existence of the same level as the human cultivator at the transformation stage, and because the monsters are physically strong, their combat power is even stronger than that of the stage monks. How could a little Nascent Soul cultivator dare to provoke him
In an instant, "Master Mao" had the intention to retreat in his heart.
Roar-
Zhang Yang didn't care about "Uncle Yin" or "Uncle Mao", he only knew that there was a guy in the way who seemed to be targeting him, so he immediately roared and swung his arms to pat him.
"Master Mao" dodged quickly, although he was quite embarrassed, he immediately sacrificed the flying sword, and with a flash of light, he went towards Zhang Yang's eyes.
People grow old. The old guy knew that Zhang Yang's defense was strong just by feeling it a little bit, so he aimed at the weakest place.
Seeing that Zhang Yang was inevitable, at the critical moment, he made an unexpected but very effective action - close his eyes!
When the eyes are closed, the eyelids drop.
Ding!
With a sound, the flying sword hit the eyelid and bounced away immediately.
Zhang Yang is angry! This damned old guy is so vicious, he is attacking at the vital point! Fortunately, Zhang Yang has integrated the Bafangyin, and his body is the Bafangyin.
How hard is the Eight Directions Seal? Naturally, it cannot be destroyed by ordinary magic weapons.
Although he closed his eyes, under the induction of his spiritual sense, he was able to grasp all the surrounding battlefield situation, swung his right arm, and slammed towards Old Man Mao fiercely.
The old man Mao was overjoyed when he saw Feijian succeeding, but he didn't expect the situation to change suddenly in a blink of an eye, and he couldn't dodge. At the critical moment, he stretched out his hand and squeezed out the magic weapon, blocking in front of him with a blue shield.
Snapped!
Zhang Yang hit the shield hard, and then hit the old man Mao. The latter spurted blood immediately, and fell towards the ground in the distance as if weightless.
The "Master Mao" who was highly expected by everyone was killed by a big monster in such a short shot. Now, while the monks were stunned, the first thing they thought was that the monster was really powerful; the second thought was, "Master Mao!" Bo" What a waste! I usually see him sitting in the Dousita Palace, looking like an outsider, but it turns out that his actions are such a waste.
Because "Master Mao" was considered a waste, the first reaction of all the monks was not to run away, but...
"Attack him!"
I don't know which monk who lacked fire yelled, and a group of monks who were also lacking fire sacrificed magic weapons one after another, and launched an attack on Zhang Yang.
But seeing the radiance in the sky, all kinds of instruments and treasures drew streams of light and smashed towards Zhang Yang one after another.
Boo boo!
There was a sound like a broken leather.
Zhang Yang's skin, with overlapping scale-like cuticles, is thicker than the last armor, and a powerful aura is flowing. How can an attack of this level be able to break through it
Zhang Yang was immediately enraged by these attacks.
With a roar, the muscles in his arms bulged, he swung his arms, and slapped towards the crowd in the air in front of him.
Immediately, the group of monks set up the escape light one after another, flying around like flies.
However, Zhang Yang's speed is undoubtedly much faster.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
With several consecutive bangs, several monks were directly knocked to the ground, and the powerful impact directly smashed them into meat paste.
Zhang Yang's attacks were fierce, and he only chose those with strong auras to attack. This time, most of the people he killed were Jindan stage monks.
In front of the big monster Zhang Yang, the normally powerful Jindan stage monk had no room to fight back or even escape.
Taking advantage of this gap, the other monks had already fled in all directions, floating in the distance one by one, watching this scene in horror.
At this time, they recalled Master Mao's performance just now, what a waste, it's because this big monster is too perverted!
All Jindan stage monks were instantly killed, what kind of strength is this? I'm afraid the Nascent Soul Stage monster can't do it, right
At the same time, some slow-response monks continued to fly up from the stone chamber. Of course, it doesn't necessarily mean that they are weak and slow to respond; it's that some people are at a critical moment in alchemy or weapon refining, and they always have to deal with it after being interrupted.
Of course Zhang Yang would not be polite, as long as he saw someone flying up, he would slap or fist him.
Even without using the sharpest claws, those monks could be completely eliminated.
The bodies of human monks are relatively fragile. Zhang Yang's slap is half their height, coupled with the huge burst of strength, if he hits him head-on, even the old Jindan will turn into a meatloaf.
A big monster blocked all the airspace above the Tusita Hall.
Suddenly, a light and shadow rose from the position under his feet, and Zhang Yang's eyes suddenly widened! This breath is simply too familiar—Wuya old man!
Naturally, Zhang Yang couldn't let this old guy go, so he slapped him.
It has to be said that as an old monster in the Nascent Soul Stage, Wuya Old Daoist still had some tricks. He didn't know what kind of trick he used, but with a flash of light, he disappeared in place.
However, Zhang Yang's reaction was faster, which was simply out of harmony with his huge body.
Swish!
The sharp claws followed like a few white lights.
Ding!
With a crisp sound, Zhang Yang's spiritual sense clearly sensed it. Just when his claws were about to touch the old Taoist, a bronze bell-like existence suddenly appeared on the old Taoist body, covering him firmly.
Zhang Yang's paw struck the bronze bell without leaving even a trace, which shows that the bronze bell is definitely a top-level magic weapon good at defense, and the possibility of it being a fairy weapon is not very high. After all, immortal artifacts are so precious that they are so easy to see.
However, after the copper bell withstood an attack, it shrank and disappeared. I don't know if there are any restrictions on its use.
The old Taoist Wuya dodged a blow, and he didn't care about the attack at this time, he just wanted to open the distance. Besides, fighting a huge monster in close quarters is definitely not a good choice for a human Nascent Soul cultivator.
call out!
When you drive up the light, you will flee to the distance.
Roar!
Zhang Yang roared, the mana in his body circulated, and his body muscles exploded. Under the double action, his speed was surprisingly fast.
Snapped!
But seeing a flash of light on the old Taoist Wuya, it seemed that some magical weapon resisted it again, but the huge impact force still made him ruthlessly fling towards the ground.
boom!
Like a meteor falling to the ground, Wu Ya Lao Dao fell hard on the ground, smashing a big deep hole in the rocky ground.
I saw that this old Taoist Wuya is now extremely miserable. A Taoist robe was covered with dust and debris, and was damaged in several places; his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his mouth and eyes were bloody. Obviously, although he had a defensive magic weapon to defend against Zhang Yang's blow, that magic weapon was probably exhausted, and there was no protection when it landed, which is why it was so miserable.