The gray-haired old man thought it was reasonable, but he felt something was wrong in his heart, so he said:

"Since that's the case, we must first ask the other party's origin and then decide whether to take action, so as to save any trouble that should not be caused and to lose your life.zzzz If the "Soul-Thorn Cone" mental method is just right with the skills I practice and is too important to me, we don't have to take risks this time."

"Since my elder brother is cautious, then do this. You and I have spent a lot of effort to practice attack techniques, and have many magic weapons accumulated over the years. If you two people fight against him, there will be no accidents anyway." Although the bald male monk was a little distracted, he nodded and respected the elder brother's opinion.

The two people agreed and no longer hid their bodies. Their magic power was circulating and they rushed forward.

Soon after, I saw the ugly man standing in the middle of the road, with a sneer on his face and a cold look at him. He was used to robbing goods with the two wolf in the Homshan Mountains, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart. The feeling of the bad feeling became even stronger.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" The bald monk was furious when he saw the calm expression of the other party.

"Fellow Daoist, which sect or family are you a disciple? If so, please sign up. The two wolf in the Homshan are offended!" The gray-haired old man asked, his voice aloud.

"No! This is just a casual cultivator!" Zhang Yang's mouth was filled with a playful smile on the 1st.

"Okay! Then you go and die!"

The bald male monk could not bear it for a long time. Hearing this, he immediately pinched a magic trick in his hand and was about to sacrifice the flying sword.

Unexpectedly, he was faster, Zhang Yang stepped on the ground with his feet, and his whole body shot towards the gray-haired old man like a cannonball.

He could see clearly that the gray-haired old man was slightly higher. If he was killed first, there would be no suspense in the remaining battle.

"Hmph!" The gray-haired old man snorted coldly and reached out to point.

"call out!"

A stream of light shot out, and a flying sword slashed towards Zhang Yang, about to force him back.

Zhang Yang continued to move forward, but he had no intention of stagnation at all, and at the same time waved his left hand.

#11!

With a light sound, the streaming light intersects the palm and is immediately bounced away.

Blocking the flying sword with bare hands? And it was blocked away?

The gray-haired old man's eyes widened in an instant, as if he saw the most incredible thing. During this time, Zhang Yang's figure had already reached a distance.

The energy flowed through the right arm, the muscles burst out, the strength exploded, and the sharp claws cut down hard.

At the critical moment, a set of black armor suddenly appeared on the gray-haired old man.

"Pop!"

Zhang Yang had already hit hard with one claw, but the imagined broken limbs did not appear, but instead he was like a broken sword, and his claws were scratched open with a bullet. [High quality update]

Zhang Yang was stunned. After his spiritual sense captured it, a stream of light shot from his side, but it was the bald male monk who launched an attack.

Zhang Yang is confident in his defense, but he can't stand there and be beaten. Bi Jing has not been tested in actual combat and will be broken if there is any accident.

As the spiritual sense moved, a small shield as big as a palm appeared out of thin air, blocking the left side, rising in the wind.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

With a series of light sounds, the bald man's flying sword attacked sharply, but he couldn't do anything to the small shield. How could the magic weapon obtained by the elite disciples of Yao Yuzong be so easy to destroy.

Although the gray-haired old man had armor to protect his body, he felt very uncomfortable after being heavily clawed by Zhang Yang. At this time, his body was retreating and he was about to distance himself from this monster who was not even afraid of flying swords.

Zhang Yang naturally would not give him a chance. He jumped to keep up, and the yang attribute energy of his right arm flowed, and his whole arm immediately turned red, as if he was on fire. In an instant, the scales appeared, the claws became longer and sharp, and the Qilin arm appeared.

roar!

Zhang Yang roared and his claws were slammed out.

Bang!

This time, both the strength and the sharpness were more than ten times the first time. Although the gray-haired old man still flew backwards with armor.

In the tragic situation, he still had the power to fight back. He pinched a magic trick in his hand and suddenly moved forward a little.

Zhang Yang was about to take advantage of the situation to pursue him, but suddenly his head felt like it was pierced directly by a needle. It was extremely painful, and his feet staggered and almost fell down.

The gray-haired old man kept shaking his body, and his god level retreated several feet away, without thinking about attacking again. He called the bald male monk and rushed in and raised the escape light and was about to escape.

Zhang Yang's spiritual consciousness was so powerful that the pain from the soul flashed away, so he naturally refused to let him go.

As soon as he stepped on the ground, his whole body exploded, and as the energy flowed, all the power of the Kirin arm burst out.

"Bang!" With a sound, the gray-haired old man obviously didn't expect the other party to react so quickly. He caught him off guard and let out a scream. His black armor was pierced and his body fell heavily to the ground.

"Brother!"

Over there, the bald monk shouted.

Zhang Yang was in the air, his eyes were cold and his face was calm. There was already a purple gourd in his hand.

call out!

A flash of light, and the bald monk saw that his elder brother was dead, his mind was shaken. He didn't even see the situation clearly. He only felt a pain in his neck, and then he turned around.

The gourd flying knife attacked and instantly beheaded the bald male monk, and a round head rolled to the ground.

Dong!

After killing the enemy, Zhang Yang's body fell heavily.

The series of fighting just now happened like lightning.

Looking back, Zhang Yang felt shocked. It seemed that he had many trump cards, but the two wolfs in the Homshan are not simple either.

Especially the gray-haired old man not only set off his sword at a very fast speed, but also possesses a defensive armor, but also knows soul attack spells.

Although this spell is not very clever, Zhang Yang asked himself that if he had no immortal body, that moment would be enough for the other party to kill him!

It seems that we really cannot underestimate the cultivators in the cultivation world. If we are not careful, we may even have to capsize in the gutter if we accidentally do so.

With the integration of the Eight-Way Seal, can you really worry-free if you have strong defense?

Surely not! In this perverted world, maybe a sharp attack magic weapon will appear and kill himself.

At the very least, if you fall into a small world like Qiankun in the sleeve of the Great Monk Misha, you will definitely not be able to escape.

Even if you are not killed, you will be suppressed forever.

Awe! Be sure to be in awe of the world!

Zhang Yang let out a sigh, but his subordinates kept turning around and there was an extra black banner, which was the Ten Thousand Demon Banner.

The main material of this Wan Yao Banner is the Bird Spirit Wood Core, which has great potential for advancement. Not to mention the purple slaughter stage, or even the black slaughter and hair slaughter stage, if the sacrifice is properly performed, it will also be a very large arm help.

The two wolf of the Tanshan Mountain came to cause trouble for no reason, so Zhang Yang naturally would not be polite and came to the body of the gray-haired old man first.

After years of cleaning the eyes of Qingling Spring Water, even if Zhang Yang does not use Qingling Spring Water on the spot, he can see the white mist above the ** condensed. It is the soul of their white spoon. If it is not taken away quickly, it will dissipate in the air in a moment, which is equivalent to the soldiers being dismantled.

Zhang Yang naturally refused to waste it. With one move of the Wan Yao Banner, the black banner surface was like a vortex, sucking all the white mist.

A ball of white mist immediately appeared in the black banner, and soon condensed into a face, which looked like a gray-haired old man.

This extremely frightened look flowed back and forth in the space.

Zhang Yang did the same thing and captured the bald man's soul.

The more souls you devour, the greater your power.

Looking at the soul in the black space, Zhang Yang showed a satisfied expression on his face. After this sacrifice and refining, the power of the Ten Thousand Demon Banner was really exciting.

He walked forward and took off the object rings from the two corpses. After scanning his spiritual sense, he showed a look of surprise on his face.

"These two guys are quite rich! I think they are used to catching treasures."

However, Zhang Yang, who is rich and powerful, doesn't really look at them very much, and can only be regarded as a small fortune.

Only the armor on the gray-haired old man was more interested in Zhang Yang and took it off.

The armor had been blown a big hole by the Kirin arm, and a slight flash of lightning could be seen on the edge of the broken, gradually weakening, as if it was protected by a micro formation.

After a moment of thinking, I wiped it casually and put it in the bag.

After cleaning the battlefield, he stood up with a breath of relief. His eyes that had just relaxed suddenly condensed, and as his spiritual sense moved, the gourd flying knife fired again.

call out!

A flash of light shot towards a place nearly a hundred feet away.

#11!

With a light sound, the shadow rolled down.

But the woman in purple came in the same car, with a look of panic on her face and a small crystal shield in her hand.

Zhang Yang's eyes turned cold and he was about to continue to take action, but the woman in purple shouted in panic:

"Fellow Daoist shows mercy!"

Zhang Yang's figure temporarily settled, but he still stared at the other party, looking like he was waiting for the other party to explain, and was about to take action if he was not satisfied.

"Fellow Taoist please calm down. The little woman did not intend to peep. She was just trying to track the two wolfs of the Tanshan Mountain. She accidentally ran into a fellow Taoist showing her power and killing the two thieves. Please calm down."

The woman in purple tidyed up her mood and spoke.

"Oh? Are you following them?" Zhang Yang's murderous intent was surging in his heart, but he forced himself to suppress it.

"Yes! The little woman accidentally heard that they seemed to be in trouble. She also thought that the bald male monk had once spoken rudely, so she followed behind, wanting to see if there was a chance, just want to attack the bald male monk, without intending to offend fellow Taoists." The woman in purple saw the murderous intent in Zhang Yang's eyes, and was trembling in a cold war, and hurriedly explained.

After Zhang Yang pondered for a moment, he knew that what she said was true, but since the other party saw that he had taken action, he naturally could not let it go so easily.

"You were just a hundred feet away, why can't my spiritual sense detect and see it with your naked eyes? What kind of hidden method are you using?"

When the woman in purple heard this, she was a little stunned. Seeing Zhang Yang's face slightly angry, she didn't dare to hesitate anymore, and held up a veil with both hands and said:

"This is a treasure obtained by the little woman by chance. She can hide her traces and is willing to offer it to fellow Taoists!"
Chapter completed!