Next to it, Shangguan Mo'er could clearly see that the concentration of the spirit liquid in the pool was getting lower and lower. Although it still looked extremely clear, it didn't have that strong feeling.
Shangguan Mo'er naturally knew what this meant—the aura and special energy in the spirit liquid in the pond had been sucked away, and all of this was related to Zhang Yang.
A black-haired beginner who has just advanced can actually extract the energy of the marrow washing pool so crazily... Shangguan Mo'er swallowed, cursing a pervert in her heart.
The poor marrow washing pool was first absorbed by Zhang Yang and Shangguan Mo'er for a long time. According to the usual practice, after a period of absorption, it will be closed for a hundred years to continue the energy.
However, Zhang Yang attracted Thunder Calamity. Although Lei Jie didn't say that he came towards the marrow washing pool, he also seemed to have suffered a lot of damage when it was affected.
Now Zhang Yang has been frantically plundered again, almost to the point where his spiritual power is exhausted.
The first reaction to the depletion of spiritual power and special energy was that Zhang Yang and the two felt a burst of repulsion. Obviously, this marrow washing pool has a certain self-protection mechanism.
Boom! Boom!
Two sounds, but it was Zhang Yang and the two who finally couldn't resist the repelling force of the marrow washing pool, and were finally thrown out.
Seeing that the mountain carrying the marrow washing pool turned into a phantom, slowly dissipated, and finally disappeared. What is left is only the long yellow sand, and the sky is basically gone, leaving only a little lingering cloud of thunder and calamity.
call!
Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief, looking at his body that was more than ten feet tall, his heart was filled with excitement.
The implementation of the marrow washing pool this time was simply smooth to the extreme. Almost all the benefits that could be obtained in the marrow washing pool were wiped out, and even survived the thunder disaster smoothly, and settled a big worry.
Zhang Yang feels that his current state is almost equivalent to the state of blackness and Dzogchen.
Of course, this is a transformed state, and his strength is pathologically strong. Because most of the strength is inflated by absorbing the aura in the marrow washing pool and transforming it into mana. However, Zhang Yang preliminarily estimated that even after most of the mana dissipated, his own realm could reach the peak of the initial stage of black stiffness. At this point, as long as all the remaining lightning power and mana in the body are absorbed, it is easy to advance to the middle-level black zombie.
Such a rapid advancement, if other monks in the cultivation world know about it, they will die of envy, jealousy and hatred.
Just when Zhang Yang was about to say something, he saw several streamers of light galloping in the sky, and after seeing Zhang Yang and the two, they drew an arc and landed.
When Zhang Yang looked at it, the one in front was a flying monster. Zhang Yang recognized this flying monster with a fox head and a goose body. It was called a fox goose, and it was only a second-level monster. , very low value.
Now seeing a fox and geese flying in front, Zhang Yang understood the intentions of these people after thinking for a while.
Obviously, there are space cracks everywhere on this ancient battlefield, and the consciousness is restricted by the wind and sand, so the detection distance is limited, so it is extremely dangerous to fly with the sword. Now these people use a fox goose to open the way, which is equivalent to tripping over a landmine, but it couldn't be better.
"It's them! The dense air on the top of this black stiff head has not dissipated, he must have just survived the thunder calamity. However, this black stiff head is too big. Could it be that he has practiced some special skills?" As soon as a monk was halfway through his speech, he realized something was wrong.
"Huh! No! This fellow daoist is actually a black and stiff Dzogchen existence, it can't be that he just passed through the thunder tribulation."
At this time, another cultivator also spoke suddenly, and everyone became alert under the investigation of their spiritual sense.
In fact, the aura of the two sides can be found out with a little investigation. It's just that when the few people first came, they saw the dense air in the sky that hadn't dissipated, and they had preconceived ideas, so this kind of fallacy appeared.
Zhang Yang snorted coldly. He could tell at a glance just now that these three monks were the three surviving Jindan monks of Pu Wangzong. Zhang Yang successively beheaded eight Foundation Establishment cultivators, including the cultivator surnamed Pu Wang Zongliang, and the Xiong Laoguai in the Nascent Soul stage. He had already had murderous intentions for the remaining three Golden Core cultivators. It's obviously not good for him to come to the door. Even if they meet by chance, Zhang Yang will definitely kill the other party.
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Realizing that Zhang Yang was a Dzogchen-level black jerk, the three monks didn't show any fear, but they didn't want to cause trouble. They clasped their fists together and said, "Fellow Daoists were also attracted by this lightning calamity, right? We also saw this." There is a thunder calamity, guess which fellow daoist will cross the thunder calamity, so come and see the fun, fellow daoist, don’t misunderstand.”
An old man in the lead clasped his fists and said, he glanced at Shangguan Mo'er and clearly recognized the latter, but he didn't say much.
The leading old man said this, naturally because he saw Zhang Yang's black head, and guessed that the person who survived the thunder calamity was probably the younger generation of this black head. Now the person who crossed the thunder tribulation disappeared, no need to ask, it must have failed to cross the tribulation.
Under such circumstances, of course Pu Wangzong and the others were unwilling to have a conflict with a Dzogchen black zombie for no reason.
Moreover, this black zombie is more than ten feet tall, and its figure is too terrifying.
But they didn't know that after Zhang Yang fused with the Bafang Seal, he had the same characteristics as the Bafang Seal to accommodate mana and enhance his strength. This strange transformation method is also considered wonderful.
"Look at the excitement? Hehe, if you just survived the thunder disaster and are extremely weak, I'm afraid it's not as simple as watching the excitement?" Zhang Yang snorted coldly.
"What does Fellow Daoist mean?" The old man's face darkened.
Although they were afraid of this black zombie, they were unwilling to make casual moves. However, the three of them believed that it was possible to win by joining forces and relying on the two magic weapons issued by the sect. Therefore, I will not be afraid of anyone.
"What do you mean? Since you are here, you stay here! The meaning is that simple. Now you cut your own hands and present all the magic weapons in the Nawu ring, and I can leave you a whole body for your soul soldiers You can enter reincarnation. Otherwise, your flesh and blood will be sucked dry, and your soul will be refined." Zhang Yang's eyes turned cold, and he swept across the faces of several people.
The three of Pu Wangzong looked at each other, and suddenly burst out laughing: "It's funny! It's really funny! This is the funniest joke I've ever heard recently. I originally wanted to save you a way out, if that's the case, you should be prepared to die ! As for the girl from the Shangguan family, hehe, we will take good care of her."
As one of the three sects and four sects, Pu Wangzong really doesn't pay much attention to the cultivation sects like the Shangguan family.
Before the three laughed, Zhang Yang moved.
Flipping his hands, he already had a black long flag in his hand. With a movement of his consciousness, the long flag shook vigorously.
Woo—
There was a gust of gloomy wind, howling wolves and howling ghosts, and a cloud of gray mist instantly enveloped the three of them.
Almost at the same time, Zhang Yang made a move, stomping his feet on the ground, and his whole body was like a cannonball, hitting the three of them.
Besides, the three of Pu Wangzong are all old and mature, with rich fighting experience. He seemed to be laughing at random, but in fact he was secretly on guard.
When Zhang Yang waved the Ten Thousand Demon Banner, they each sacrificed a magic weapon. Either the small shield or the flying sword launched a counterattack towards Zhang Yang while defending.
However, they never imagined that the power of the Wan Yao Banner would be so great.
The three of them worked out a formula according to the usual method of dealing with the Soul Devouring Banner, but first there was a roar exuding a prehistoric atmosphere, and a majestic rhino rushed out of the thick fog and rushed towards the three of them, followed by a yell. Chirps and roars, monster birds, monster beasts, human monks... All kinds of living souls, all ghosts screaming together, all grinning and grimacing.
Even if the three of them thought their spiritual sense was strong, they couldn't help being stagnant.
Taking advantage of this time, Zhang Yang rushed forward.
A golden ring on his left arm moved, and the flying sword that hit him was instantly withdrawn. At the same time, Zhang Yang's figure was already approaching him.
The three of Pu Wangzong had just woken up from the bite of thousands of souls when they saw a pair of sharp claws approaching their eyes.
Only the old man reacted the fastest, throwing out a bright yellow talisman in his hand, his figure suddenly disappeared on the spot, and appeared tens of feet away in an instant. The other two were a little slow to react, and were killed by Zhang Yang's claws. The sharp claws were more than a foot long, like the sharpest long sword, and cut off the two heads at once.
The old man gasped, turned and fled while feeling great hatred in his heart.
A sneer appeared on the corner of Zhang Yang's mouth, and with a wave of his hand, a bright yellow shadow shot out instantly, chasing after the old man like a flying snake, and as soon as it touched the other's body, it immediately rolled up and tied him in a knot. Strong.
But it was the tying of the dragon rope that made the miracle.
Tom!
The old man was restrained and fell heavily to the ground.
"Friend Daoist, show mercy..." The old man was quick to see the opportunity, and immediately begged for mercy.
Zhang Yang didn't give him a chance at all, and the Qilin Claw slapped him hard.
puff!
Slap its head into meat sauce at once.
So far, the team of twelve people sent by King Pu to the Tianfu Ruins was completely wiped out.
After killing three enemies with his hands, Zhang Yang didn't show any excitement at all, as if everything was taken for granted. And the fact is exactly the same, don't say that Zhang Yang's current strength is still in the state of black generals and great consummation because of his transformation. Easy as pie.
Ten thousand demon banners unfurled, took away the souls of the three monks, and then swallowed the flesh and blood of the three.
For his height of more than ten feet, devouring three flesh and blood is not a problem at all.
In Zhang Yangnawujie's blood coffin, there were four more precious corpses lying, namely Old Monster Fei, Old Monster Xiong, Tauren and White Witch Corpse King.
Zhang Yang had agreed to bury the corpse of the White Witch Corpse King. The remaining three Nascent Soul old monster corpses are extremely precious whether they are devouring blood essence or making zombie puppets.
These corpses can be regarded as one of Zhang Yang's biggest gains from this trip.
Of course, these corpses basically belonged to various sects, both decent and evil. Zhang Yang didn't dare to expose it, otherwise, he would really become a public enemy in the cultivation world.