Infused with mana in Zhang Yang's hands, the Soul Sword was filled with demonic aura, full of momentum, ready to attack at any time. At the same time, the figure suddenly retreated, and quickly retreated towards the stone tablet.
Sure enough, with Zhang Yang's move, Yasha lost his composure immediately.
Swish!
Yasha's red figure flashed, and just as he appeared, he saw a black glow flashing in front of him, but Lihun Dao was approaching.
It turned out that Zhang Yang had already predicted that Yasha would stage his retreat when his figure exploded, so the Lihun Saber in his hand was in a state of being on the verge of firing.
As soon as there was a slight fluctuation in front, Zhang Yang sacrificed the Lihundao with all his strength. At the same time, the green light flashed in his hand, and the golden wings on his back swung vigorously, and his figure rushed towards Yasha.
The dark wind was blowing, and the demonic energy was swaying. In the blink of an eye, Yasha was in front of him. The Yasha who had just teleported appeared could not be avoided at all, so he could only pick up the flying fork in his hand.
However, what frightened Yasha the most was not the Lihun Saber, but the flashing green light in Zhang Yang's right hand.
That tinge of green light made Yasha's heart tremble, and he couldn't be more familiar with this kind of breath.
Immortal Artifact!
Absolutely a fairy artifact!
The cyan light was blazing, as if it was on fire, and the huge sword glow cut down.
Yasha naturally knew that once locked by the fairy weapon, there was no way to avoid it.
However, the Lihun Saber that was blocked just now caught him a little by surprise, and the sudden appearance of a fairy weapon is not something that he can resist hastily.
He had no choice but to bite the bullet, his mana surged, and he knocked down the flying fork in his hand.
Ding!
Qingyue's voice echoed between heaven and earth. The flying fork in Yasha's hand was obviously not ordinary, and he was unharmed when he blocked the blow from Fucang sword.
However, the huge impact force caused Yasha to retreat.
Swish!
In front of him, the blazing light flickered again, Yasha's figure had not yet stabilized, and the second blow of Fucang sword had arrived.
"hateful!"
Yasha had just received two blows in succession, only felt the mana in his body churning, and it hadn't calmed down yet, seeing that this blow came again.
I can only bite the bullet here and wave the flying fork to block.
Ding!
Swish!
Although Zhang Yang's figure was also shaken back, but his eyes were shining with a cold light, his indomitable momentum did not flinch, his mana was crazily instilled, and he attacked again with the Fucang sword in his hand...
Under the lock of the fairy weapon, if Yasha teleports casually, it will only put him in a more disadvantaged position, and he can only passively block again and again.
However, every time he blocked, his body was shaken back a long distance. Yacha soon discovered Zhang Yang's plan, because the stele was just a few dozen feet away.
As Yaksha approached, the stele began to emit a faint light, and a powerful coercion permeated the air.
Yasha was extremely annoyed at this moment, his hair froze, but he was able to make so many attacks from the immortal weapon, so the opponent's magic power is free
You know, the immortal weapon is powerful, but it also consumes a lot of mana. Even a human cultivator who transforms the gods can't make the strongest attack continuously without hesitation!
Yasha wanted to take a gamble at first. He felt that this attack must be the last attack that Zhang Yang could launch. As long as he carried it over, the zombie's magic power was exhausted, and he could only let himself be slaughtered.
However, he soon discovered that he couldn't gamble at all, he had no money to gamble! Behind him, the light of the stele became more and more intense. If he continued to approach, Yasha would be very clear about the power of the stele.
Yasha couldn't help but hate that he was accidentally forced to such a point by a hairy stiff.
With a move of consciousness, a teleport disappeared.
As soon as he appeared, Yasha knew it was going to be bad, and under the traction of Qi, the blue light of Fu Cangjian had already followed, and now, it was inevitable.
ah-
Amidst the miserable howl, the sword light of Fu Cangjian slashed down on the head, cutting Yasha in half.
Tom!
Yasha's body fell to the ground.
Zizi—
There was a sound of corrosion, and the corpse disintegrated and disappeared, leaving no powder behind.
…
Crash!
At the moment that yaksha fell, in the depths of Soul Abyss, there was a sound of metal collision, and a pile of red stone-like things moved, but it was a yaksha lying on the ground.
But seeing that this Yaksha is abnormally large, several feet tall, but skinny, with dull skin, only a pair of eyes, which flashed from time to time, representing his strength.
"It's gone!"
"It actually fell!"
"Damn zombie! Don't be scared away because of this incident! Otherwise, an incarnation of this deity can only fall in vain."
…
call!
call!
Zhang Yang panted heavily.
The battle just now was not long, but Zhang Yang used all means. Not only did he consume a lot of physical strength, but he also attacked continuously with the Fucang sword without breathing, and almost exhausted his mana.
At the moment when Yaksha fell, the sense of restraint disappeared, and Zhang Yang's consciousness immediately returned to normal. Not caring about anything, a teleport appeared on the other side of the stele.
In his current state, if another Yaksha appeared again, Zhang Yang might really die with hatred.
Sitting cross-legged, the kung fu was running, and the surrounding Yin Qi was immediately stirred up, like a whirlpool, with Zhang Yang as the center, frantically pouring in.
And Zhang Yang's aura is also constantly rising, and the mana in his body is getting thicker and thicker.
If such a crazy cultivation method falls into the eyes of other monks, it will make many people envious and jealous.
After just half a stick of incense, Zhang Yang stood up, and the consumed mana had been fully replenished.
After thinking for a while, his figure flashed, and he came to the place where Yaksha fell.
After Yasha fell, the body dissipated, leaving a black shadow on the ground. Only the flying fork lay obediently beside it.
With a wave of his hand, with a "hoo", the flying fork jumped up and landed in his hand.
After waving it casually, Zhang Yang looked at the flying fork with great interest.
Since it can be shaken against the Fucang sword without breaking, this flying fork naturally has its own peculiarities, is it also a fairy weapon
Zhang Yang's eyes were burning and his heart was hot.
If this is the case, just getting this flying fork during this trip can be regarded as a fruitful harvest.
The flying fork is more than ten feet high, the tentacles are cold, and it fits well in the hand, it is not big in size, but it is extremely heavy. At the very least, Zhang Yang had never seen anything with such a high density in the cultivation world.
When his consciousness invaded, Zhang Yang immediately felt disturbing breaths.
Although it was only for a moment, Zhang Yang was sure that this flying fork was definitely not a fairy weapon. The strange energy contained in it may not be possessed by the cultivation world, but it is somewhat close to the breath of Yaksha.
It's not a fairy weapon, feeling a little disappointed in my heart, I turned my hand and put the flying fork into the storage ring.
After thinking for a while, his figure flickered and he continued to move forward.
…
"Heaven-falling God Monument, Eternal Town of Evil Ghosts!"
The master of the Soul Devouring Hall chanted in a low voice.
"I really don't know what method that Mao Zong used to get here. There are as many ghosts as there are seas along the way. Several of us have joined forces and have many methods. Based on the experience of our ancestors, we have made many Preparations, it took a lot of effort to get here!" Miao Lang's eyes flashed brightly, and his evaluation of Zhang Yang was a little higher.
Thinking about the hardships along the way, everyone couldn't help being afraid for a while.
"According to the ancestors, although it is difficult outside the sacred monument, it can still be solved by thinking of some ways. The real danger is inside the sacred monument. Everyone should be very careful. Elder Naluo, Do you have any news from the noble disciples?" The last sentence was asked by the master of the Soul Devouring Hall, Naluo, the Great Elder Xiang Shidrill.
"Your Highness, our tribe has traveled thousands of miles, and it seems that it is not as dangerous as His Highness said. Even the ghosts that were common along the way have not appeared here again. There are only occasional green flames. .” Naraku replied.
"Oh? This is a little strange. Could it be that there is something wrong in this abyss?" A half-step god-turning elder said.
"No matter what, we have no way out. If the hairy man can get in, we must go in, otherwise, if the legendary exercise is obtained by him, we will die without a place to bury him! However, Before we go in, we have to make some arrangements."
The Lord of the Soul Devouring Hall glanced at everyone, and he looked a little majestic.
"Elder Miao Lang, this trip is of great importance. We must ensure our way out. This deity suggests that one of you and I must stay behind. The formation here is to meet the people who enter, and to guard against the zombies. If you are lucky enough to come out first, you will be responsible for intercepting and killing them."
Elder Miao Lang secretly sighed in his heart, with a respectful look on his face: "I am willing to stay, Your Highness, please rest assured!"
He knew that if he had advanced to this point now, if he continued to advance further, although it would be full of dangers, it would also be full of opportunities. Although the palace master said so, he himself is absolutely unwilling to give up anything, and Miao Lang can only stay by himself.
Appreciation flashed in the eyes of the Lord of the Soul Devouring Hall:
"Okay! Even so, we have no worries about our future."
The master of the Soul Devouring Hall gave a greeting, and led everyone to step over the stone tablet and enter deeper.
And Miao Lang, after thinking for a while, took out several small flags in his hand, and began to arrange the formation.
And all of this, exactly, fell into Zhang Yang's eyes.
The Lord of the Soul Devouring Hall and others fanned out and fled quickly.
They had just stepped on the stone tablet, and they also felt the biting cold air, but everyone just muttered in their hearts, and didn't take it too seriously.
call-
Groups of small whirlwinds spun back and forth on the ground.
The master of Soul Devouring Hall suddenly felt something was wrong, and immediately shouted: "Be careful!"
However, it was too late. I saw a half-step cultivator next to him who had just jumped up, and a small whirlwind whirled past him.