"Huh? It's you guys!"
Seeing the two of Zhang Yang who landed without concealing their movements, a wretched man let out a small sigh.
"What a coincidence! It turned out to be you!"
Zhang Yang also smiled lightly.
It turned out that the expedition team that arrived on the island first was none other than the Napu Wangzong and the others they met at the entrance. And the one who spoke was, without a doubt, the monk surnamed Liang who had been coveting Shangguan Mo'er for a long time.
The team dispatched by Pu Wangzong was led by the Nascent Soul Stage Xiong Laoguai, along with three Golden Core cultivators and eight Foundation Establishment cultivators. Those who can enter the Heavenly King Hall are naturally the eight Foundation Establishment cultivators.
However, when I look at it now, there are only five people in front of me, and all of them are in tattered clothes and look extremely embarrassed. There was even a person covered in blood, his face was pale, and his blood was depleted. It looked like he was seriously injured. Zhang Yang even doubted whether he still has the ability to fly back to the teleportation point that left the ruins.
And not far from these five people, a tall giant crab-like monster fell to the ground, its whole body was damaged, and the aura exuded from it proved that it had a power not weaker than that of a sixth-level monster during its lifetime.
However, a yellow rope was firmly tied to the body of this sixth-level monster, and it was tightened tightly. The rope still emits a light yellow light, which looks extraordinary at first glance.
It seems that this is the biggest reason why several foundation-building monks can kill a sixth-level monster.
"Quack quack, what a coincidence! What a coincidence! This is called Heaven has a way, you don't go, hell has no way, you break in!" The monk surnamed Liang laughed in a shy voice, his lewd eyes were not at all. Unscrupulously scanning Shangguan Mo'er's body, as if the latter had become his possession.
"Junior Brother Liang, this is an important matter, so don't make extra trouble!" At this moment, an old man with white beard next to him scolded.
"Hey, Senior Brother Zhao, this couple of dogs has already seen us here. If we don't get rid of them, it will be an extra problem. Moreover, it has been more than forty days now. I believe that the two of them have explored two things without talking. The three Star Islands have been taken down without any hassle, and our senior brothers can share some extra treasures." The monk surnamed Liang didn't seem to have much fear of the white-bearded old man.
The latter was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, but was obviously also moved. He nodded and said, "Everyone, act together, be quick, time is precious!"
These two people discussed here, and Zhang Yang and Zhang Yang were not taken seriously from the beginning to the end. Obviously, from their point of view, this pair of "dogs and men" is really a dish on their plate.
When the white-bearded old man said a word, the rest of the monks all showed excitement, sacrificed magic weapons one after another, and surrounded Zhang Yang and the others.
For a moment, streamers flickered in the sky and fluctuated violently. These people's envoys are all magic weapons above the middle level. As one of the three sects and four sects, Pu Wangzong's family background is really extraordinary.
"Hmph!" Zhang Yang sneered, his face full of disdain.
This kind of expression fell into the eyes of the white-bearded old man, making him feel a little bad. However, at this time, there is naturally no retreat, and he shouted: "Everyone, hurry up!"
After the voice fell, he was the first to sacrifice the magic weapon, and the others followed suit.
With a movement of Zhang Yang's consciousness, he lightly raised the magic weapon in his hand.
hum—
With a soft sound, a yellow light flashed, and a ring rose against the wind, floating in front of it and spinning continuously, like a huge vortex.
call out! call out! call out!
All of a sudden, amidst the flashes of light, many magic weapons disappeared in a flash. Those attacks that should have fallen on Zhang Yangshe all disappeared, and even the magic weapons were taken into the ring.
"Hunyuan Ring! It turned out to be a Hunyuan Ring!"
The old man with white beard was very knowledgeable, and with a loud shout, his figure was about to retreat.
Naturally, Zhang Yang would not give him a chance. With a move of his consciousness, the spells in his hands changed.
call!
The ring of Hunyuan spun rapidly and smashed towards the old man with white beard.
The latter was startled, blood flashed on his body, his figure swelled, and he appeared tens of feet away in an instant, obviously using some kind of secret technique, barely avoiding the attack of the Hunyuan ring.
However, before the white-bearded old man had time to relax, he saw a flash of white light, blood splattered, and his head had been chopped off.
With this movement, the rabbits rose and falcons fell, and the other monks didn't even react.
Zhang Yang held a purple gourd in his hand, and it was this gourd flying knife that could attack instantly without time to prepare, beheading the white-bearded old man who was almost cornered.
"The enemy is powerful! Run away!"
Although the monk surnamed Liang was wretched, he knew that there was no chance of winning if he continued to fight under such circumstances, so he made a decisive decision and ran away first with a greeting. The other three surviving monks also split up and fled.
In the blink of an eye, the talisman was taken away, and the most powerful white-bearded old man was killed in seconds. Whoever chooses to continue to work hard will have his head kicked by a donkey.
"Let's stay!" Shangguan Mo'er hated the monk surnamed Liang for a long time. With a raised hand, ten thousand streams of light flickered, and the rainstorm pear blossom needle was sacrificed, instantly beating the monk surnamed Liang in a hurry.
Zhang Yang's wings burst out from behind, and with a light wave, he had already caught up with a cultivator. The unicorn arms emerged and bombarded powerfully, breaking through the opponent's defense and directly crushing his heart. Then with another wave, he chased after another monk...
After tea time, three mutilated corpses lay on the ground, and the monk surnamed Liang and the injured monk sat on the ground trembling.
Not far from them, Zhang Yangzheng held a small black flag in his hand and took away the living souls from the three corpses. Then, in front of the two of them, he inserted his arm into the corpses, washing away the essence and blood.
"You...you...sucking people's blood, refining people's souls, this is a big taboo of my decent family! Moreover, the target of your torture is a disciple of my Pu Wangzong! Once it gets out, you will definitely become my three sects and four disciples! Send someone who must be killed." The monk surnamed Liang said while pointing at Zhang Yang, his lips trembling.
"Quack quack! Are you saying that you are forcing me to kill and silence? Hehe, Xingchen Island in the Palace of Heavenly Kings is definitely a good place to kill and silence!" Zhang Yang licked his lips with a grim expression.
"This fellow daoist, I have never offended a fellow daoist, even when you fellow disciples made a move just now, I hid aside... As long as the fellow daoist is willing to let the next life go, I will definitely give away all the magic weapons and spirit stones in my body With friends."
Next to him, the injured monk almost collapsed from the fright of Zhang Yang's actions. When he thought that he might also be sucked blood to refine his soul, he couldn't care less.
"Hey, it's so funny! Do you want you to give the magic weapon and spirit stone on your body to Benxiu? If you kill you, everything belongs to Benxiu. Your condition is worthless, and the transaction is not valid. If you can't give If you give up the conditions for Benxiu's heartbeat, then these fellow disciples will be your fate!" With a miserable smile on Zhang Yang's face, he pointed at the mummies.
The injured monk struggled and hesitated for a while, and Zhang Yang's right arm next to him changed. Visible to the naked eye, red scales emerged and turned into a powerful unicorn arm.
"Hey, if not, then there's no need to say it."
The injured monk collapsed instantly and shouted:
"No! Yes! I know a big secret about the purpose of our trip."
"Li Dezhu! Shut up! Don't tell me you want to be my Pu Wangzong's sinner?" The monk surnamed Liang looked at the hatred on Shangguan Mo'er's face next to him, and knew that he would definitely die, so he hardened at this moment.
"Hmph!" Zhang Yang said coldly, and Shangguan Mo'er next to him immediately shot, and the rainstorm was like pear blossom needles, instantly smashing the monk surnamed Liang into a honeycomb.
Naturally, Zhang Yang couldn't waste this great corpse, collecting the living soul, and sucking up the essence and blood.
This scene frightened the injured monk again, and a sliver of rationality in his heart supported him and asked: "Two friends, the secret I'm talking about is related to the marrow washing pool. I just want to survive , and then give this secret to the two fellow Taoists."
Zhang Yang's heart moved, but the expression on his face remained unchanged, and he said in a steady tone: "Yes! This secret is indeed valuable. However, all of your colleagues died at our hands, and it is impossible for you to survive. If you tell this secret, Benxiu can promise to leave you a whole body, and release your soul so that you can enter reincarnation. If you agree, let go of your spiritual sense now and let me treat you If it doesn't work, Benxiu would rather not have this secret, and will kill you! Although Benxiu is not afraid of Pu Wangzong, he doesn't want to be chased and killed by others as soon as he leaves the Heavenly King Palace."
The injured cultivator's face was ashamed, and he also knew that this point was almost non-negotiable. Although the opportunity to enter the marrow washing pool is important, it is nothing compared to a long life.
If the news of beheading Pu Wangzong's disciples spreads, the two Foundation Establishment cultivators will definitely end up in ashes.
"How can I trust you?" The cultivator's psychological defense had obviously been breached.
"You have to trust us, and you can only trust us!" Zhang Yang's tone was cold.
There was a silence...
call!
The monk let out a long sigh of relief.
"Okay! I believe in the two fellow daoists, and hope that the two fellow daoists will keep their promises."
Zhang Yang nodded, stretched out his hand to caress the top of the opponent's head, his consciousness invaded.
After a stick of incense time, the consciousness withdrew.
"Very good! You keep your promise, and Benxiu will keep your promise."
With Zhang Yang's words, the monk immediately smiled calmly, knowing that he had made the right bet this time.
Zhang Yang rubbed his fingers with both hands, pressed against his temples, and activated the soul stabbing awl.
Under the premise that the opponent is defenseless and does not even have the will to resist, the soul-piercing awl is extremely effective, piercing the opponent's soul instantly.
Tom!
A dead body fell heavily to the ground.
Zhang Yang reached out to grab the corpse and shook it vigorously. The corpse immediately flew into the endless void beyond the Star Road.
"This is a good place to stay!"
Zhang Yang sighed.
Next to him, seeing Zhang Yang Yinuo acting, Shangguan Mo'er also showed a gratified smile on his face.