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Zhang Yang instilled magic power in his hand, and the demonic aura of Lihun Sword was surging and powerful, and he was ready to attack at any time. At the same time, his body suddenly burst and quickly retreated towards the stone tablet...

Sure enough, when Zhang Yang moved, Yasha immediately became uneasy.

Swish!

Yasha's red figure flashed. As soon as he appeared, he saw a black light flashing in front of him, but the Lihun Sword came closer.

It turned out that while Zhang Yang retreated, he had already predicted that Yasha would definitely have his own retreat, so the Lihun Sword in his hand was about to break out.

As soon as there was a slight fluctuation, Zhang Yang used his full strength to exert his soul sword. At the same time, a green light flashed in his hand, and the golden wings behind him waved hard, and his body rushed towards the Yasha.

The wind was gusts of evil spirits, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Yasha. The Yasha who had just teleported was simply unavoidable, so he could only lift the fork in his hand upwards.

However, what shocked Yasha the most was not this Lihun sword, but the green light flashing in Zhang Yang's right hand.

The green light made Yasha feel a trembling heart. He was so familiar with this aura.

Immortal weapon!

Absolutely an immortal weapon!

The blue light was blazing, as if it was burning, and the huge sword light slashed down.

Yasha naturally knew that once he was locked by the immortal weapon, he would be inseparable from it.

However, the Lihun Sword that had just been opened caught him off guard. The sudden appearance of the immortal weapon is even more impossible to resist in a hurry.

I could only bite my teeth and surged my magic power, and I knocked down with a flying fork in my hand.

bite!

The sound of Qingyue echoed between heaven and earth. The flying fork in Yasha's hand was obviously not like an ordinary person. It blocked the attack of Fu Cang Sword on the front and was completely fine.

However, the huge impact force made Yasha's body retreat.

Swish!

In front of him, the blazing light flashed again, and Yasha's figure had not stabilized yet. The second strike of Fucang Sword had arrived.

"hateful!"

Yasha had just received two consecutive blows, and he felt his magic power turbulent in his body, and it had not calmed down yet. He saw that the blow had arrived again.

I can only wield the ball to block here.

bite!

Swish!

Although Zhang Yang's figure was also shining with a cold light in his eyes, his unyielding aura did not retreat at all. His magic power was instilled in a crazy way. The Fucang sword in his hand was locked under the immortal weapon again. If the Yasha teleports casually, it will only put him in a more disadvantageous position and can only block it passively again and again.

However, every time he blocked, his body was shaken back a long distance. Yasha soon discovered Zhang Yang's plan, because the stone tablet was dozens of feet away.

As Yasha approached, the stone tablet began to release a faint light, and a powerful pressure spread out.

Yasha was extremely angry at this time, with a small hair stuttering. He was able to use the immortal weapon to launch so many attacks. Is the opponent's magic power worthless?

You know, the magic weapon is powerful, but the consumption of magic power is also very severe. Even the god-transforming cultivators of the human race cannot be able to continuously control the strongest attack without any whirlwind!

Yasha originally wanted to take a gamble, but he felt that this attack must be the last attack that Zhang Yang could launch. As long as he resisted it, the zombie was exhausted and he could only let him slaughter it.

However, he soon discovered that he could not bet at all. He had no money to gambling! Behind him, the light of the stone tablet became more and more fierce. If he continued to get closer, the power of the stone tablet was very clear.

Yasha couldn't help but feel very angry when he was accidentally forced to such an extent by a fur slack.

As soon as the spiritual consciousness moves, a teleport disappears.

As soon as he appeared, Yasha knew it was going to be bad. Under the traction of the Qi, the green light of the Fucang sword had already followed. Now, there is no way to avoid it.

ah--

Amid the howling, the sword light of Fucang Sword slashed down on his head and cut the Yaksha into two halves.

Bang!

Yasha's body fell to the ground.

Sizzle-

There was a corrosive sound, and the body was broken down and disappeared without even the powder.

Hurry!

Just as the yaksha fell, deeper in the 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 this Yasha's body as big as a few feet tall, it was skinny and dull and shiny, with only a pair of eyes, and a flash of light from time to time, representing his strength.

"Fallen!"

"I actually fell!"

"Damn zombie! Don't be scared away because of this matter! Otherwise, my incarnation will only fall in vain."

call!

call!

Zhang Yang gasped.

The battle just now was not long, but Zhang Yang used all his skills. Not only did he consume a lot of power, but the Fucang Sword continued to attack without breathing, but he also almost exhausted his mana.

At the moment when the Yaksha fell, the feeling of restraint disappeared, and Zhang Yang's spiritual consciousness immediately returned to normal. He didn't care about anything, and a teleport appeared on the other side of the stone tablet.

With his current state, if another yaksha appears, Zhang Yang may really die with hatred.

Sitting cross-legged, the exercises were operative, and the surrounding yin energy was immediately stirred up, like a vortex, instilling in crazily with Zhang Yang as the center.

Zhang Yang's aura was also rising, and his magic power became stronger and stronger.

If such a crazy method of cultivation falls into the eyes of other monks, I don’t know how many people will envy, jealous and hate it.

After only half an incense stick, Zhang Yang stood up and the mana consumed had been fully replenished.

After thinking for a moment, my body flashed and I came to the place where Yasha fell.

After the Yasha fell, the body dissipated, leaving a black shadow on the ground. Only the flying fork, which is the old (--The fastest update of the house

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With a move of hand, a "huh", the flying fork jumped up and landed in his hand.

After dancing a few times, Zhang Yang looked at the flying fork with interest.

Since it can be fought against Fu Cang Sword without breaking it, this flying fork naturally has its own uniqueness. Could it be a fairy weapon?

Zhang Yang's eyes were burning and his heart was hot.

If this is true, it would be a great reward to get this flying fork in this trip.

The flying fork is more than 20 feet high, the tentacles are cold, and they hold hands very well. They are not large in size, but they are extremely heavy in weight. At least, Zhang Yang has never seen anything in the world of cultivation with such a high density.

As the spiritual sense invaded, Zhang Yang immediately rushed to a sensation.

Although Zhang Yang had only a moment of determination that this flying fork was definitely not an immortal weapon. The strange energy contained in it was probably not possessed by the cultivation world, but it was somewhat similar to the aura of Yasha.

It was not an immortal weapon, so I felt a little disappointed, so I turned my hand and put the flying fork into the object ring.

After a little thought, my body flashed and continued to move forward.

"The divine monument from heaven, forever conquer the evil ghosts!"

The Lord of the Soul-Devouring Hall chanted in a low voice.

"I really don't know what method the hair zombie used to get here. Along the way, there were so many ghosts, just like the sea. Several of us joined forces and had many methods. We made many preparations based on the experience of our ancestors, and we also took a lot of effort to get here!" Miao Lang's eyes flashed, and his evaluation of Zhang Yang was a little higher.

Everyone thought about the hardships along the way, but couldn't help but feel scared.

"According to the ancestors, although it is difficult outside the divine monument, you can still solve it by thinking about some solutions. The real danger is within the divine monument.

Everyone should be careful. Elder Naraku, what news has been sent back to the noble disciples?" The last sentence was asked by the Soul-Devouring Palace Hall Lord Naraku.

"Your Highness, our tribe members have been in the book for thousands of miles. It seems that they are not as dangerous as His Highness said. Even the ghosts that are common along the way have not appeared here again. There are only occasional green flames, which cannot be achieved." Naraku replied.

"Oh? This is a bit strange. Could it be that something happened in this abyss?" A senior elder who had transformed into a god said.

"No matter what, we have no way out. If the hairless zombie can enter, we must also go in. Otherwise, if the legendary martial arts are obtained, we will die without a place to bury it! However, before entering, we have to make some arrangements."

The Lord of the Soul-Devouring Hall glanced at everyone, and he looked a little majestic.

"Elder Miaolang, this trip is of great importance, and we must ensure a way out. I suggest that one of you and me must stay and this team will be able to help those who come in, and the other is to prevent the zombie from being lucky enough to come out first, and will be responsible for intercepting and killing it."

Elder Miaolang sighed in his heart, and a respectful look appeared on his face: "I am willing to stay here, please rest assured!"

He knew that if he reached this point and went further in, although it was full of dangers, there were also opportunities everywhere. Although the Palace Master said so, he was absolutely unwilling to give up anything, so Miao Lang had to stay by himself.

The look of admiration flashed in the eyes of the Soul-Devouring Palace: "Okay! Even so, our retreat will be safe."

The Lord of the Soul-Devouring Hall greeted him and led everyone to step across the stone tablet and into the deeper place.

After a little thought, Miao Lang took out several small flags in his hand and began to arrange the formation.

And all this fell into Zhang Yang's eyes.

The Lord of the Soul-Devouring Hall and others dispersed in a fan shape and quickly escaped.

They had just stepped on the stone tablet and felt the bitter cold, but everyone just muttered in their hearts and didn't take it too seriously.

call--

Small whirlwinds were spinning back and forth on the ground.

The Lord of the Soul-Devouring Hall suddenly felt something was wrong and immediately shouted: "Be careful!"

However, it was already late. A half-step monk next to him had just jumped up, and a small whirlwind whirlwind swirled past him.
Chapter completed!