rumbling—
As the breaths of the White Witch Corpse King and Weng Qingyu soared, the sky was full of clouds, thunder and lightning intertwined, and everything was terrifying.
However, it seemed that they were affected by some kind of power, and these lightning bolts just circled back and forth in the air, like silver snakes dancing wildly, but they didn't strike down.
Even so, Zhang Yang was terrified.
Ever since he was promoted to Zombie, especially after practicing in the Sanwei Dan Furnace, Zhang Yang was basically not afraid of thunder and lightning. However, under such a mighty sky, and the whole sky seems to be pressed down, this kind of mighty power cannot be resisted by manpower at all, and anyone will have a bit of color change.
Bang bang bang!
Tie Kui, the psychic puppet, launched a series of attacks, all of which were blocked by Weng Qingyu and the other two.
Roar-
Finally, the aura of the White Witch Corpse King soared, and his whole body was wrapped in a cloud of red blood mist. He swung out the thick Ruyi stick in his hand, with the sound of "huhu". Compared with just now, his aura was stronger than before. .
Boom!
There was a sound, the iron rod and the sharp ax collided, and the two retreated a few steps, and they seemed to be in the same breath.
"Brother Corpse King stop this psychic puppet, younger brother, go and get rid of Old Xiong!" Weng Qingyu shouted.
"Okay! I didn't expect the old man to cooperate with you, Weng Qingyu! Hahaha... Big iron man, come on!" The White Witch Corpse King said, spreading out the Ruyi stick in his hand, as if the sky was full of stick shadows, although He couldn't win for a while, but he crushed the psychic puppets to death.
However, from the white witch corpse king's expression as if he was about to bleed and the bloody aura emanating from his body, he knew that this completely overdrawn approach would definitely not last long.
Weng Qingyu finally seized the opportunity and slipped past the psychic puppet.
Xiong Laoguai's expression changed. Obviously, he still underestimated the strength of the two powerful men, White Witch Corpse King and Weng Qingyu. Originally thought that relying on the psychic puppet was enough to completely intercept and kill the opponent, but unexpectedly put himself in danger.
Zhang Yang also knew that this was the most critical moment of the battle, and the winner might be decided in a short while. While pulling Shangguan Mo'er behind him, he was ready to attack to reap the fruits of the battle.
At this moment, something unexpected happened to everyone.
Under the desperate cover of the White Witch Corpse King, Weng Qingyu finally escaped from the blockade of the psychic puppet, but he did not attack the bear, but walked down the mountain in a hurry.
"Brother Lao Shi Wang is covering, little brother is going to take a step first!"
Weng Qingyu's voice came from afar, and the aura on his body became weaker and weaker, but he also escaped a certain distance, unable to catch up.
At this time, even Zhang Yang could tell that the secret techniques used by Weng Qingyu and the White Witch Corpse King were definitely not of the same type. The desperate secret technique that Weng Qingyu used just now looks amazing, but it is actually just a superficial phenomenon.
Zhang Yang estimated that there would be absolutely no future troubles.
However, the secret technique of the White Witch Corpse King is real. I believe that even if you survive this catastrophe, your vitality will be severely injured. Even if you retreat in the dangerous Tianfu ruins, you will definitely be hunted down by other enemies after you go out. , it is difficult to have a good end.
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Besides, Weng Qingyu's escape happened so suddenly that everyone was taken aback for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, the angry voice of the White Witch Corpse King sounded:
"Weng Qingyu! You bastard! This old man will never die with you! If you don't die today, you will be beaten to pieces! Your Heavenly Emperor Sect will definitely be overthrown!"
The White Witch Corpse King was so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke, and he almost fainted!
Tangtang's hair is stiff, to be played like this by someone, this is almost pissed off!
"Hahaha, Weng Qingyu, Weng Qingyu, I only knew you were despicable at first, but I didn't expect you to be so despicable! Anyway, since you have done such a thing, I believe you have no face to speak out about what happened today, so I will let you go." way of life."
Old Monster Xiong almost burst into tears from laughter at first, and then he sighed! After all, Weng Qingyu has already run far away, and it is not so easy to catch up.
Boom!
Click!
Two heavy blows sounded, but it was the White Witch Corpse King who was careless in anger, and was chopped on the shoulder by the psychic puppet Tie Kui with an axe. The black leather armor shattered with a sound, and the ax blade was firmly embedded in the flesh and blood of the shoulder.
The White Witch Corpse King paused, with a painful expression on his face.
Tie Kui flew up with one kick, kicking away the meaty body of the White Witch Corpse King, and landed heavily on the ground with a "boom".
The psychic puppet still refused to give up, and continued to chase and kill with a sharp ax in both hands. Seeing that the White Witch Corpse King was about to die under the sharp axe.
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Seeing this, Zhang Yang knew that the time was right, so he didn't launch a surprise attack on the bear, but sneaked around, pretending to be going down the mountain.
Boss Xiong was in control of the overall situation, and under high spirits, he naturally refused to let Zhang Yang leave. He moved his feet, and a flying sword with a peak magic weapon in his hand was about to chop off at Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang immediately left Shangguan Mo'er and ran at a faster speed, as if trying to escape desperately.
Seeing this, Boss Xiong kicked his feet on the ground and jumped up. Although the flying sword in his hand could not be used due to the suppression of his spiritual consciousness, but under the physical strength of his Nascent Soul cultivator far surpassing ordinary people, the sword was radiant and powerful. Small look.
Zhang Yang's face was full of panic, as if he was driven into a desperate situation, but his heart was full of joy.
Seeing that the old bear was getting closer and closer, he stomped on the ground with both feet, and the figure that was running wildly immediately turned around and rushed towards the old bear. In an instant, the fiery red scales on the right arm emerged, and the sharp claws suddenly grew longer.
Boss Xiong was taken aback for a moment, but then he understood—is this going to be a battle of trapped beasts? Don't think about it now, continue to hold the flying sword, in his opinion, so what if it's a purple head? As long as you don't choose melee combat, it should be easy to cut down the opponent with the flying sword.
However, just as the distance was approaching, the bear's heart suddenly turned cold, and a dangerous aura rose.
As a Nascent Soul monster, he has experienced countless fights, so he naturally has a certain perception of danger. And now, from this Zombie who was rushing towards him, he felt a dangerous aura.
Unfortunately, it was too late to dodge at this time. Old Monster Xiong could only bite the bullet, and the flying sword in his hand trembled like a stream of light.
Zhang Yang sneered in his heart, his whole body's muscles exploded, his right arm was knotted, and the unicorn arm struck out forcefully.
Ding!
puff!
The sword was shot flying! Human chest pierced!
Originally, the flying sword in Xiong Laoguai's hands was also a peak magic weapon, so it wouldn't be so vulnerable. However, without the blessing of mana, the power is not known to be much weaker than normal.
Boss Xiong's eyes widened, as if he still couldn't believe this was true.
Zhang Yang, however, did not hesitate at all, he shot one after another, swiping his sharp claws, instantly beheading Boss Xiong's head.
A black light flashed, but it was the Nascent Soul of Boss Xiong who suddenly shot out from the corpse and rushed towards Zhang Yang's forehead, apparently with the intention of seizing it.
"snort!"
Zhang Yang snorted coldly. He had already thought of this when he killed Boss Fei for the first time.
It is very dangerous for a Nascent Soul monk to use the Nascent Soul to directly seize the house of a powerful monk, and the chance of failure is very high. However, they will give it a go when they know that they must die.
But Zhang Yang would not give him a chance to fight. With a cold snort, he stomped his feet on the ground, and his figure quickly retreated.
During this delay, several thunderbolts had already struck down from the sky, and amidst the shrill cry, Old Monster Xiong's Nascent Soul was completely reduced to ashes.
So far, including the Nascent Soul cultivator Xiong Laoguai, nine members of the team sent by Pu Wang Sect into the Tianfu ruins were killed by Zhang Yang.
There are three Golden Core monks left, but they don't know where they are. Zhang Yang would never mind killing them if he could meet them.
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boom!
At the moment when the Nascent Soul of Xiong Laoguai was annihilated by the power of lightning, the psychic puppet Tie Kui's eyes disappeared instantly, and his eyes became numb. On the stone ground, chaotic rocks flew.
Boom!
Although the White Witch Corpse King, who thought he would die for sure, didn't know what happened, he took advantage of the opportunity and kicked Tie Kui away.
Immediately after his breath weakened, his legs trembled, and he almost fell to his knees. He was able to support his body with a stick in his hand on the ground. Obviously, he was seriously injured, and the root was already injured; , I couldn't suppress it anymore, seeing the thunder roaring, it was about to touch my body, and immediately dissipated all the mana in my body.
The dense clouds in the sky also dissipated.
Zhang Yang couldn't take care of all this, he was busy holding the flying sword of the bear, and collecting the remaining soul power of the bear.
So far, he already possessed the soul power of the three Nascent Soul monsters. If he refines them into the Wanyao Banner, the power of the Wanyao Banner will definitely increase greatly.
There is also the Nawu ring of a demon cultivator and a Nascent Soul old monster. The life savings of the two strong men are placed on the ground.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yang was in a good mood, and ran over to pick it up.
As for the situation of the White Witch Corpse King, Zhang Yang also noticed it. It was obviously at the end of its strength, vulnerable to a single blow.
Several strong men fought with each other, and finally took advantage of Zhang Yang, the fisherman hiding behind.
Two dogs fight, play off! For Zhang Yang, there is simply no more ideal ending than this.
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"Boy, did you kill this old monster bear?" The White Witch Corpse King looked at Zhang Yang who was constantly busy, and finally couldn't help asking.
"Yes!" Zhang Yang had nothing to hide, and nodded his approval.
"Good job! With the strength of a purple zombie, he was able to kill a Nascent Soul monster, well done!" The White Witch Corpse King forced a laugh.
"Of course, Benxiu is called a real person not showing his face!" Zhang Yang smiled lightly, and stood a certain distance away.
Although the White Witch Corpse King is down and out, he is a Dzogchen Mao Zong after all. The prestige of the sick tiger is still there, and people should not be afraid of it.
"Senior Corpse King seems to be seriously injured!" Zhang Yang looked at the White Witch Corpse King with a smile on his face.
"Hmph! In the current situation, the old man will not beg for mercy from you. Boy, you should be able to see that although the old man saved your life at the beginning, he didn't have any good intentions for you. How do you want to deal with it?" Old man, you can be blunt! If you want to kill or cut, I will definitely not frown! However, for the sake of helping you advance to the next level, I hope that if you have the opportunity afterwards, you can help me kill Weng Qingyu, that despicable and shameless man. Idiot!" The White Witch Corpse King had a tough expression full of resentment, obviously he hated Weng Qingyu's betrayal to the extreme.
Zhang Yang touched his chin, and looked at the White Witch Corpse King with great interest.
The White Witch Corpse King did have thoughts that were not good for him, which made Zhang Yang very upset. However, the other party is Mao Zong, so it can be regarded as the same kind!
Suddenly, an idea popped up in Zhang Yang's mind. With a thought, he asked, "I don't know what the senior Corpse King covets about the junior? If it can be said, the junior may not give the senior the opportunity to solve the soul."
The current White Witch Corpse King is covered in blood, his breath is weak, and the wounds on his body are shocking. Indeed, he has no strength to resist and can only be slaughtered by Zhang Yang.
This time, the White Witch Corpse King didn't hesitate, and replied directly: "What special skill did you practice, kid? Back then, when you were in the corpse stage, the two atmospheres in your chest and abdomen were completely destroyed, and the mana in your whole body was actually running Normal, without any influence. As far as I know, the entire cultivation world can do this, and there is nothing but a frightening physical cultivation method that only exists in legends. This kind of exercise is very important for us zombies. You should be clear about the importance. So, don't blame the old man for coveting it."
There was a clear look in Zhang Yang's eyes, this was the crime of being pregnant. If it wasn't for the coincidence that Weng Qingyu and others came to the top of the U-shaped valley to make a fuss, I might not have been threatened and lured.
Zhang Yang's original idea was to try to recruit the White Witch Corpse King to be his subordinate. However, thinking about the existence of this Mao Zong Dzogchen, once its injuries are healed, it is simply beyond his control.
What's more, this White Witch Corpse King also has his own old master, who is the head of the Corpse Refining Sect, and he is loyal to his master. This also means that this strong man can only be an enemy and not a friend to himself in the future.
It's a bit greedy to recruit something.
With a sigh at the moment, the unicorn arm was activated. Since he is doomed to be an enemy rather than a friend, he can't be soft-hearted because of this...
Half an hour later, Zhang Yang and Shangguan Mo'er stood by a pool.
Just now, Zhang Yang finally chose to kill the White Witch Corpse King who was at the end of his battle.
Although Zhang Yang killed Boss Xiong for self-preservation, once it reaches Pu Wangzong, he will be the unending enemy of Pu Wangzong.
Also, he got all the belongings of the two Nascent Soul monsters. It can be said that he has a huge fortune, which will inevitably attract people's covet... If the senior corpse king leaves, I really feel a little worried.
Based on the above reasons, for the White Witch Corpse King, an enemy who has some respect, it can only be a painful killer.
Now, Zhang Yang looked at the pool in front of him, the water waves were calm, and there was a thin layer of mist on the water surface. The seemingly clear liquid in the pool is full of viscous texture.
This water pool is located in a cave. The ceiling of the cave is not only too high, but stalagmites hang down from it.
It is this viscous liquid that gradually gathers on the stalagmites and drips slowly.
Standing by the pool, he couldn't feel the aura blowing on his face, but only a special kind of breath, a kind of breath that Zhang Yang had never felt before.
Breathing a sigh of relief, looking at the water surface of the pool, which is not too wide but not too small, Zhang Yang suddenly wondered: "The area of this marrow washing pool is not too small, and there is a lot of psychic liquid, so it shouldn't be a problem to accommodate three or four people. Right? Why are Weng Qingyu and the White Witch Corpse King all bleeding?"
"As far as the amount of psychic liquid is concerned, of course it is enough for many people to use. However, this marrow washing pool has a characteristic, that is, the psychic liquid has a miraculous effect only when it is in this marrow washing pool. Once it is drawn out, it will become It is ordinary water. Therefore, most people cut the scriptures and wash the marrow directly in this marrow washing pool. When cutting the scriptures and washing the marrow, it will enter a very mysterious state, once disturbed , the consequences are unimaginable.”
When Shangguan Mo'er said this, she looked at Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang nodded: "So, none of them will rest assured that there is an enemy by their side when they are cutting scriptures and washing the marrow."
Shangguan Mo'er smiled sweetly: "Of course, if fellow daoists are worried about my little sister, you can tie her up with a fairy rope."
"The fairy is joking! How can I not trust the fairy!"
After entering this cave, the restrictions on mana and consciousness have all disappeared. If Zhang Yang wanted to trap Shangguan Mo'er, he naturally had countless ways.
However, he didn't think it was necessary.
Life is the need to have some trustworthy friends and confidante. If you have to be wary of everyone around you, such a life is too much of a failure.
What's more, if Shangguan Mo'er made a move against her, with her own strength, it would be impossible for her to walk out of this ancient battlefield safely, and she would only end up in ruins in the end.
When Shangguan Mo'er heard this, the smile on her face became even brighter.
"Time is precious, let's start!" Zhang Yang said, and was about to take off his gossip purple clothes.
In a blink of an eye, Shangguan Mo'er next to her suddenly looked coy, and then realized that something was wrong.
Embarrassment flashed across his face, and with a wave of his hand, several small array flags floated in the air, spinning slowly.
The next moment, a curtain of fog rose suddenly, covering the cold pool from it. This fog curtain is so thick that even Zhang Yang's clear eyes can't see through it. Moreover, it can cover the consciousness and voice, which is really a good formation.
Seeing this, Shangguan Mo'er was slightly taken aback, not knowing what she was thinking, she took off her clothes and jumped into the pool.
Zhang Yang also took off his whole body of clothes, the knotted muscles and cuticle-like scales all over his body looked extremely sturdy. After cutting the scriptures and washing the marrow, the physical fitness will definitely improve from then on. What kind of effect will it have then
Zhang Yang also had some vague expectations.
Hula!
With the sound of water, Zhang Yang jumped into the pool.
Viscous and extremely clear, this pool of water reflects two extremely contradictory characteristics.
Zhang Yang stepped on the bottom of the pool, the water did not reach the height of his neck, only his head was exposed.
The moment he entered the pool, Zhang Yang felt a trace of cool breath permeate his skin and began to enter his body.
However, because he didn't know the effect of this spiritual liquid, he didn't dare to use the "Taiyin Refining Shape" swallowing technique without authorization, but let the coolness of the spiritual liquid slowly penetrate into his body.