Crash!
Although the black mist was powerful, it still began to disintegrate under the attack of the three artifacts.
Aww—
Woo—
The battle was so fast, with hundreds of millions of fierce souls, the superiority in numbers hadn't had time to be used at all, and under the power of the three artifacts, large areas were turned into powder, dissipating soldiers and dissipating.
Buzz buzz!
Nearly 3,000 large silver-winged demon ants rushed into the black mist with their wings vibrating, and directly locked on to the two Nascent Souls and pursued them closely.
In the black mist with a radius of tens of thousands of miles, the two Nascent Souls were like ducks in water. However, the three artifacts completely destroyed the black mist that was thousands of miles around.
Based on the principle of adding insult to injury, Zhang Yang used his innate supernatural powers again, and time slowed down.
hum—
While the fluctuation of the law covered the two Nascent Souls, it completely ruined the possibility of them escaping.
After the speed slowed down a little, countless silver-winged demon ants have already chased after them, opening their big jaws one by one, with sharp teeth and a huge bite force, tearing apart.
"Oh no-"
The miserable howls of the two Nascent Souls of Patriarch Wuying echoed in his ears.
Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he pinched the magic weapon in his hand.
Rumble!
The billowing chaotic air wrapped the two groups of silver-winged demon ants, together with the two Nascent Souls, into Xiaoqian World.
Then, with a second movement of consciousness, "Bobobo!" Small black dots were squeezed out from the air of chaos, but they were those silver-winged magic ants.
Man Tian Li Hun completely lost his master, shouting everywhere, swaying in the strong wind.
Zhang Yang's figure flashed, and under the urging of the golden wings on his back, he flew away quickly. At the same time, the blue light in his eyes flickered. Soon he saw a huge black banner standing vertically in the middle of the thick black mist, with a height of hundreds of feet. , The banner face is so huge that it almost seems to block out the sun. Billowing black mist is spraying out from the black streamer.
Zhang Yang's face was overjoyed, he made several seals in his hands, and pulled them out one after another.
One by one, blazing characters were printed into the black banner.
Chirp! Chirp!
Visible to the naked eye, the size of the giant black banner shrank rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, it became tens of feet in size.
Zhang Yang stepped forward and held the flagpole tightly with both hands, and waved it vigorously.
call!
The long dragon was like absorbing water, and it absorbed the black mist all over the sky, together with many fierce souls.
Immediately afterwards, with a wave of Zhang Yang's sleeve robe, the three artifacts, the White Jade Seal, the Fire Spirit Bottle and the Chaos Clock, were also put away.
The entire sky instantly regained its tranquility.
"Hahaha... Boy, what a trick! Even the ancestor Wuying let you clean it up easily."
Amidst the loud laughter, Fu Cang's burly figure appeared in front of him.
"It can't compare to the domineering brother, he killed that pig demon in just a few seconds." Zhang Yang smiled slightly, with a bit of relief on his face.
"Hehe, let's stop flattering each other. This place is not too far from Jinlong City. The fluctuations in the battle just now should not disturb any powerful existence. We should leave here as soon as possible."
"Okay!" Zhang Yang agreed, gently waving the golden wings behind his back, and whirlwinds were formed under his ribs, supporting his body.
"Wait a mininute!"
Fu Cang suddenly remembered something. Turning around, he squeezed a few spells in his hands, and pulled out strange seals one by one.
hum—
A series of clear rhythmic fluctuations covered the surrounding area.
Zhang Yang could sense that the fluctuations in the surrounding spiritual power completely collapsed.
"You can go now!"
In the aftermath of the collapse, as Fu Cang said, his body flew away, directly escaping.
Zhang Yang waved the golden wings on his back vigorously, and followed closely behind.
…
Just half an hour later, a stream of light rushed over.
In a blink of an eye, he turned out to be a strong man with a burly figure like an iron tower.
This strong man has short hair, a mustache on the corner of his mouth, and he is wearing a robe and a brown battle armor, which undoubtedly sets off his majestic figure.
Looking at the broken mountains around him, feeling the strong yin energy remaining in the air, the strong man frowned slightly.
"At least it's a trace of Jinxian's battle."
"Hmm! The Tianzong Commercial Bank's exchange meeting has just ended, and presumably it was caused by the treasure dispute."
While muttering, the strong man flipped his hand and took out a golden mirror. He pinched several spells in his hand and wiped the golden mirror with his palm.
Woo!
Amidst the humming sound, the golden mirror floated in the air under the support of mana, slowly rotating, and the golden streamer reflected back and forth in the surrounding air and ground.
Then, the seal in the hand of the strong man suddenly knotted, and he uttered a word: "Ning!"
Swish!
The bronze mirror immediately stood still, with the mirror facing the strong man.
The bright mirror reflects the surrounding scenes. However, this scene is projected backwards at an extremely fast speed according to the law of time, just like a reverse shot.
Here it is!
Boo!
Just when the time was turning back and it was close to the time for Fu Cang and the two to leave, there was a piercing sound, a puff of smoke rose, and the golden mirror suddenly burst open.
The strong man's expression changed.
"Damn it! You actually know how to cut off the detection! Hmph! You're lucky!"
With a cold snort, the strong man was also helpless, and after a little hesitation, he left in a flash.
In the next period of time, several waves of monks appeared, but they all returned without success.
…
At this time, Zhang Yang and Fu Cang had already appeared on a mountain tens of thousands of miles away.
After killing a giant python entrenched on the mountain peak, the two occupied this place as their cave.
In the vast cave, Zhang Yang and Fu Cang sat cross-legged on two stone couches. Among them, the Chaos Clock floated in the air under the support of mana, and slowly rotated, with yellow rays of light flickering from time to time, full of strong psychedelic colors.
"Well, that's true!" Fu Cang nodded after searching with his spiritual sense.
"Hey, this five-infant old monster is also very courageous. In order to sacrifice the main banner of the twelve infant-addicted array flags, he actually split his own Nascent Soul into five parts and attached them to five flying-headed fierce souls. Leaving aside the rarity of the Flying Head Fierce Soul, just a little carelessness in the process of refining this danger may completely destroy it, and there is no chance of entering reincarnation. In order to pursue power, the five-baby old monster It's really suppressing everything." The ancestor of the five infants, in Zhang Yang's mouth, became the old monster of the five infants.
"Because of this, he can have a powerful combat power far surpassing that of monks of the same rank. It is a good way to obtain more resources with this strength, so as to achieve eternal life. However, this method is not unique to him. In the ancient world of self-cultivation, the old man once met a monk who took this path. He was so powerful, not to mention the old man, even the two adults, Fujibayashi and Fujito, who were at their peak, were defeated by him. The demon king that day Song, that is the big devil that made the whole cultivation world tremble! In order to refine the twelve infantile formation flags, he did not hesitate to slaughter the city and destroy the country, which is inhumane. In the end, it was the ancestor who killed him himself. "
Fu Cang's words sighed, his eyes flickered, obviously caught in the memory.
After Zhang Yang calmed down for a while, he couldn't help but ask:
"According to what the elder brother said, the demon king Nari Song is no match for Fujibayashi Fujito at his peak, but the strength shown by the ancestor of the five infants seems to be a bit mismatched! If the five infants old monster refines If this kind of magic attack is really so powerful, he is now in the realm of a golden fairy, even if he can't exert the fighting power of the demon king Na Risong, how can he be defeated by me?"
Zhang Yang is self-aware. With the realm of Yu, it is possible to kill ordinary golden immortals or stronger golden immortals. However, if he is really as perverted as Fu Cang said, he probably won't have a chance.
"Hahaha..." Fu Cang laughed loudly, "That's right, if he really mastered that magic attack, don't say you're mere sluggish, even if you advance to the ancient level, you may not be able to win the fight. Change it today Demon King Na Risong, also in the realm of Jinxian, can display a fighting power that is at least a hundred times that of the five-baby old monster."
At the end, Fu Cang's face became serious, and his tone was very certain.
"Hiss—" Zhang Yang gasped.
hundred times
The current strength of the five-infant old monster has made Zhang Yang extremely embarrassed, and finally exhausted all means to successfully kill him. Don't say that the enhancement is a hundred times, even if the enhancement is doubled, Zhang Yang doesn't have to fight, he just ran away.
"Boy, it's no wonder that you are a person with great luck. It's just as it should be! Today, you met the five-baby old monster, the unlucky ghost who completed the twelve baby-loving formation sacrifices halfway through, and let you succeed. Captured alive. God's will, God's will! Hahaha..." Fu Cang laughed suddenly.
Beside, Zhang Yang looked puzzled.
"You don't want my younger brother to divide the Nascent Soul into five parts and refine the Five Infant Dafa, right? Don't forget, my younger brother takes the path of the unity of soul and body. The higher the level of cultivation, the fusion of the Nascent Soul and the physical body The closer they are, the more the Nascent Soul will be split, and the loss outweighs the gain." Zhang Yang couldn't help reminding.
"Hmph! This old man has traveled more roads than you have crossed bridges. Do you think this old man will not think of this kind of problem? You don't need to split the Nascent Soul. This five-infant old monster has paved the way for you now. Next, as long as Sacrifice these five Nascent Souls, you only need to split a trace of soul power, it is as easy as an artifact to recognize the master, it will not affect the body at all, and then put it into the sea of consciousness for training, this master banner, It is completely yours. Then, as long as you gather the remaining twelve giant banners, the power of the twelve infantile flags can be displayed... Well, well, in short, you don't need to worry about these things! You just need to rest assured Retreat and practice, and when you fuse the three wreckages of the First Ancestor, the old man will also take care of these Nascent Souls." Halfway through the explanation, Fu Cang immediately waved to Zhang Yang with an impatient expression on his face.
"But..." Zhang Yang wanted to say something else.
"But what is it! Don't you still trust the old man, worried that the old man will be greedy for your formation flag?" Fu Cang Titan's body of a giant ape, with angry eyes and brows, looked very funny.
"Of course not..."
"It's fine if you don't, release those little guys from the Chaos Clock, leave the main streamer behind, and you can start to retreat."
Fu Cang's voice was so strong that Zhang Yang had no choice but to accept the kindness.
He knew that he had inherited the inheritance of Wuman's ancestor, not only Fu Cang, but also Jiuying and Fujibayashi Fujiyuan, all pinned all their hopes on him. The best reward I can give them is to become stronger as soon as possible, to avenge the Wuman ancestors, so that the Wuman clan can stand upright in the two worlds.