Swish!
Mana instilled, the Fucang sword was sacrificed, and a green light was cut off like a horse.
Ding!
With a crisp sound, the green glow was immediately bounced off, and the light was dimmed, revealing the blue blade of the Fucang Sword.
"Sure enough, it still doesn't work!"
Zhang Yang smiled wryly. What he used the Fucang sword just now to deal with was naturally the few iron chains that trapped Yasha.
Zhang Yang had thought a long time ago that even if he advances to half a step, he might not be able to break through these iron chains—you know, these iron chains can trap the existence of Yasha!
However, this action stunned Bu Feng and the others beside him.
"This... what is this iron rope? Even the Lord God can't open it?" Bu Feng stretched out his hand to caress the iron rope, and saw that it was ordinary in texture and cold to the touch, and there was nothing special about it.
Even Zhang Yang's strong blow just now did not leave any traces.
"I don't know what it is. However, this iron chain should not belong to the lower realm. It must be a treasure. Unfortunately, we don't have the ability to take it away."
Zhang Yang shook his head helplessly.
Bu Feng stared at these iron chains, his eyes sparkled eagerly.
Zhang Yang naturally understood what they were thinking. Obviously, from their point of view, these iron cords were ordinary and could not be opened for no reason.
"You can try it too."
"Yes, Lord God!" Bu Feng immediately agreed.
Roar-
But when Bu Feng roared, his muscles and muscles exploded, his arms suddenly became thicker, and he grabbed the iron chain with both hands and pulled it hard.
stretch!
When there was a sound, Bu Feng only felt the shock of a huge force, and almost lay there, looking very uncomfortable.
"Huh! Sure enough, I really don't know what these iron chains are!" Bu Feng sighed, not embarrassed at all.
You know, this is an existence that even the Lord God Master can't stop hitting with all his strength, and I can't do anything about it, this is nothing more than a normal thing.
Then, Gila, Amir, and Uman stepped forward to experiment, and they were all the same, and the iron chain could not be shaken at all.
Zhang Yang didn't expect them to succeed, but he was still a little disappointed seeing everyone fail.
Without too much delay, everyone continued to move forward.
"Ahead is the Goddess Monument I told you about. Be careful." For some reason, Zhang Yang suddenly felt a little uneasy, and couldn't help reminding him.
"Yes, Lord God!" Everyone agreed.
call out-
Zhang Yang was at the front, followed by Blood Slave, followed by Uman, Gila, Amir, and Bu Feng in the rear.
"Huh?" Just as Zhang Yang was walking all the way, suddenly, there seemed to be a flash of light on the God's Advent Stele in front of him.
The light was very faint, but Zhang Yang's spiritual sense was very strong, and he was very sure that the divine stele did flicker for a moment.
"How is this going?"
Zhang Yang was a little puzzled. He had seen the Heavenly God Tablet at the entrance of the ghost cave and the underground respectively before, and he didn't see any reaction from it! Why is it that light starts to flicker just as it is approaching now
hum—
There was a tremor, and another ray of light flickered on the tablet of the god descended from the sky, this time the light was more obvious, even Bu Feng and others could see it.
"Huh? The stele is shining." Ji La said, pointing at the stele.
Looking at the people behind him, Zhang Yang suddenly thought that when he approached before, the stele didn't respond at all; but now that they approached, it started to flash... Could it be...
Zhang Yang suddenly thought of a possibility.
"Stop!"
Just as Zhang Yang blurted out, he saw a buzzing sound from the Goddess Monument in front of him, the light was blazing, and a light curtain suddenly appeared, and in a flash, it was already in front of everyone.
This light curtain was advancing at the speed of light, and with Zhang Yang's reaction, he didn't even have time to dodge.
Fortunately, this light curtain also seemed to have no interest in Zhang Yang, and nothing happened, and he didn't even feel anything. The light curtain had already passed through his body.
Similarly, when passing blood slaves, they also pass through their bodies.
Bobo!
There was a burst of impact behind him.
Turning around suddenly, I saw that Bu Feng and the others were waving their claws and attacking the light curtain. However, every attack was as light as hitting cotton, and the light curtain showed no sign of breaking at all. nothing.
hum—
The light curtain flashed brightly again.
ah-
Amidst the screams, everyone was bounced away from far away.
Bang bang bang!
With a loud bang, it fell to the ground in the distance.
call! call! call!
The bodies of several people immediately jumped up and stood upright, obviously not injured.
Zhang Yang looked at the crowd, and then at the stele, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"What... what's going on here?" Bu Feng and others still had panic expressions on their faces, obviously undecided by what happened just now.
Fortunately, the light curtain had no attack power, otherwise, everyone would be in trouble.
"Bu Feng, you continue to move forward, slow down, throw out your defensive shield, and everyone else will retreat." Zhang Yang said suddenly.
"Yes, Lord God."
Regarding Zhang Yang's order, no one had any doubts, and he carried it out without any compromise.
call-
Bu Feng sacrificed a shield of a high-level magic weapon, which rose against the wind and became several feet in size, pushing it against the front, and then walked forward with strides.
Zhang Yang also remained vigilant and moved forward slowly before Bu Feng.
hum—
Sure enough, when Bu Feng got close to a certain distance, the Stele of the God of Heaven was shining again, and the light curtain appeared again, not only passing through Zhang Yang's body like transparent air, but also directly passing through the shield. Bounced Bu Feng back.
Boom!
He fell heavily to the ground again.
During the whole process, although Bu Feng prepared carefully and vigilantly, he didn't even have a chance to fight back.
Standing up with an ugly face, Bu Feng looked at the stele in front of him, then looked at Zhang Yang, and waited for the command of the divine master.
Obviously, if Zhang Yang issued another order, he would still move forward without hesitation.
"No need, I already know about what's going on, you guys take a break for now."
Zhang Yang issued an order to Bu Feng and others.
"Yes, Lord God."
Several people agreed, and stood by the side rather depressed.
Swish!
In a blink of an eye, Zhang Yang had already arrived under the Stele of the Gods from Heaven.
Looking up, I saw the big characters "Heaven's God Monument, Evil Ghosts Forever" shining brightly, as if there were rays of light circulating among them.
"Could it be that the Goddess Monument is not only suppressing that Yasha, but also suppressing the people of Siming Continent, preventing creatures from Siming Continent from passing through?"
The more Zhang Yang thought about it, the more likely it was.
There are so many dead heroes born on the Siming Continent. Although the endless abyss is vast, it only takes a hundred years to fly across. For the dead heroes with a long lifespan, no one has escaped through this channel for countless years. On the Comprehension Continent, this in itself is a very strange thing.
"I see!"
Zhang Yang has now basically determined that the function of the God's Descent Stele is to isolate the Cultivation Continent and the Siming Continent. As for whether it has other functions, Zhang Yang does not know for the time being.
No!
To be precise, the Evil Ghosts of Yongzheng refers to the suppression of the existence from Siming Continent.
Because Zhang Yang didn't respond when he passed through the God's Monument, and the blood slave didn't respond when he passed through. Only when Bu Feng approached did a light curtain suddenly appear to block them. .
Now, Zhang Yang was distressed.
He brought Bu Feng and others here, naturally hoping that they would follow him to the Comprehension Continent and become his great help.
Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, it was a divine monument blocking the way.
"Perhaps, that's all?"
Zhang Yang suddenly thought of a way.
"Maybe you can give it a try."
Zhang Yang is decisive, now that he has thought of it, he no longer hesitates.
"Blood slave, go first and wait outside."
"Yes, master!" The blood slave agreed, and immediately ran forward.
"You guys, get ready. I will create an opportunity for you, you must seize it and escape from here." Zhang Yang turned back and ordered Bu Feng and the others.
"Yes, Lord God!"
After arranging everything, Zhang Yang began to practice the exercises, and put on a strange posture, muttering in his mouth: "The way of heaven is beautiful, only the law cannot be broken! All life is extinguished, and the lord of the underworld will live forever! I use thousands of souls to dedicate Ji, please give me the power of the great curse!"
Zhang Yang's murmured voice clearly entered everyone's ears and reverberated between heaven and earth.
Following Zhang Yang's singing, there was a strange rhythmic fluctuation between the heaven and the earth.
hum—
As if inspired by this peculiar rhythm, the entire stele of gods descended from heaven began to shine brightly, especially the eight characters of "Monument of Gods descended from heaven, eternal town of evil spirits", which were even more radiant.
Zhang Yang didn't care about all of this, he was already immersed in the singing, and was extremely devoted.
He flipped his hand and took out the Ten Thousand Monster Banner.
There are tens of millions of living souls in the current Wanyao Banner, about half of which were captured in the Soul Abyss, and the other half were harvested by beheading Si Ming beasts in the Si Ming Continent for thousands of years. .
These living souls are just used for sacrifices.
If not, if you were an ordinary monk, even if you mastered this great curse technique, it would be difficult to find tens of thousands of souls to sacrifice in a short time.
Zhang Yang is a man of great luck, and this is a reflection of it.
A few spells were played, and immediately, one by one living souls were drawn from the ten thousand demon banners, there were tens of thousands of people.
Woo—
Aww—
For a moment, ghosts and wolves howled in the surrounding space, and living souls were floating everywhere in the sky.
"Great Lord of the Underworld, please accept my sacrifice and grant me the power of the Great Curse."
rumbling—
Following Zhang Yang's voice, the void above his head suddenly burst open, and the grand altar of skulls reappeared as magnificently as a mirage.
The dark eyes make people feel chills in the bottom of their hearts.
Aww—
Woo—
Amidst the shrill whistle, the tens of thousands of living souls evaporated in an instant, turning into streaks of white mist, like a dragon absorbing water, being sucked down by the skull in one gulp.