According to the information obtained from the two monks' soul search, Zhang Yang spread his golden wings and chose a direction to fly.

Blood slaves and Bu Feng were all followed closely.

It didn't take long, Zhang Yang's face was filled with joy:

"Well? This aura is the most powerful, with the cultivation of the God Transformation. It seems that this is the Lord Miaolang Palace. Well! He seems to have a share of him who went into the Soul Abyss to chase me. Unexpectedly, he was lucky and did not die. He lived to this day. As expected, every cultivator in the God Transformation Stage is an old monster... But let me end your life today!"

Zhang Yang sensed the huge aura and flew over immediately.

Many monks were alarmed all the way around. However, Zhang Yang and others were extremely fast. As soon as these people flew up, they only saw a series of backs.

"Who are these?"

"I don't know, but judging from the breath, I'm not the one from our Soul-Devouring Hall."

"Is there anyone outsider entering the ghost cave?"

"The speed is so fast and the breath is very powerful, it seems to be heading towards the main hall."

"We don't have to worry about this. The Lord of the Hall is in charge in the direction of the main hall. No matter who goes, it's impossible to get a good place."

“…”

These people were talking, obviously they had strong confidence in their own palace master.

...

"Um?"

In the Soul-Devouring Hall, when Zhang Yang's spiritual sense swept over, a thin figure suddenly stood up.

"I don't know who the sacred place was, but he actually broke into my Soul-Devouring Hall."

Since the Lord of the Soul-Devouring Hall and several Supreme Elders fell, the Soul-Devouring Hall has closed the entrance of the ghost cave and hidden in the ghost cave without caring about worldly affairs, so as not to cause disaster to itself. It is very rare for outsiders to suddenly enter like now.

"One, two, three...a total of six people. Huh? Why is this person's breath so familiar?"

"Zombie Zhang Yang! It turned out to be a zombie Zhang Yang! Hiss- Could it be that he did not fall in the endless abyss?"

Miao Lang gasped.

He was very clear about Zhang Yang's strength. In the battle thousands of years ago, several Supreme Elders in the Soul-Devouring Hall fell because of him.

You know, Zhang Yang was just a slack at that time. Therefore, now he sensed the breath of Zhang Yang's half-step flying slack. Although Miao Lang, as a god-transforming cultivator, did not dare to be careless at all.

Swish!

With a flash of figure, Miao Lang had already arrived at the hall.

Swish swish swish swish!

Several figures flashed. Zhang Yang and others stood in the distance from the opposite side.

"I wonder what advice do you have for fellow Taoists here?" Miao Lang had never met Zhang Yang head-on before, so he looked like he didn't recognize him. With his spiritual cultivation level, he spoke in the tone of interpersonal communication, which was extremely polite.

"Kill you!" Zhang Yang was not polite, his tone was cold, and he spoke two words prominently.

Miao Lang was stunned and angry.

Why is this kid so ignorant? Everyone has identities. I am a god-transforming monk. I have spoken and taken the initiative to show your goodwill to you. You are so ungrateful. Do you really think that you will be able to do it?

Smile:

"Hahaha, for thousands of years, I have not said such words to me, but there are eight hundred people. However, now those people have fallen and died, and the deity is still alive."

Miao Lang's eyes flashed with a cold light. He stared at Zhang Yang.

Swallows!

Several streams of light flashed by, but several monks flew quickly from all over the surrounding area and stood behind Miao Lang. Among them, two of them had particularly strong auras, and they had the cultivation level of a half-step transformation into a god.

"I have met the Lord of the Palace!" Several people bowed and bowed.

With these arm helps, Miao Lang's confidence is obviously more confident.

Zhang Yang naturally didn't take these people seriously. However, he didn't want to have too many dreams at night.

"I can guarantee that something like that won't happen again. You can only live until today!"

As he said that, Zhang Yang's mind moved, a green light flashed in his hand, and the Fucang sword was sacrificed.

Miao Lang's eyes were placed on the green light and immediately screamed, the calm expression on his face no longer existed, and instead he was full of fear.

"Immortal weapon!"

"It turned out to be an immortal weapon!"

"How could you have a fairy weapon?"

Amid the screams, Miao Lang didn't even have the courage to fight. His figure flashed and had disappeared on the spot. The afterimage flashed, and the next moment, he appeared thousands of miles away.

Teleportation is the talented magical power with the largest proportion of awakening.

This Miaolang actually awakened such magical powers.

Obviously, he was extremely concerned about the immortal weapon in Zhang Yang's hand. At this time, he didn't care about the monks in the sect behind him, so he turned around and ran away.

When he escaped, the few people behind him were stunned. However, as a high-level monk, how could he react slowly? They immediately flashed and were about to escape.

However, they reacted quickly, while Zhang Yang and others reacted faster.

"kill!"

Zhang Yang shouted loudly, took the lead in teleportation, flashed, and blocked Miao Lang.

Blood Slave and Bu Feng immediately sacrificed their magic weapons and chased the people in the Soul-Devouring Hall.

"Go to die!"

As soon as Zhang Yang appeared, he saw a bright light flash in front of his eyes, with a fierce murderous aura.

Zhang Yang's heart was shattered.

Immortal weapon!

Zhang Yang is so familiar with this kind of aura and this murderous intent, and it is definitely an immortal weapon.

From the corner of Zhang Yang's eyes, he saw Miao Lang's treacherous expression, vicious and proud.

I immediately understood it.

Although immortal weapons are precious, which one of the major sects does not have one or two pieces in the world of cultivation?

Like the three sects and four sects, all have as many as several, and some sects even have magical artifacts to defend the mountains.

The Soul-Devouring Hall can fight against the three sects and four sects. As the hall master, how could there be no immortal weapon?

main idea!

A little careless!

This is also because Zhang Yang has been so smooth that he even killed the ninth-level monster Titan Giant Ape. Therefore, when facing the god-transforming monk, he always feels arrogant and thinks he will win.

These thoughts just flashed by in an instant.

However, Zhang Yang kept raising his arm upwards, and Fucang Sword was used to block it.

bite!

With a crisp sound, the two immortal objects intersected, and the light was dim. It was clear that Miao Lang had a long sword in his hand.

The blade is cold, the sword is as intent as a dragon, and the chants soundly.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

Both of them were very fast, and in a blink of an eye, there were countless encounters, and the sound of swords and collisions formed into one another. From a distance, it was just a buzzing sound.

Miao Lang's face changed slightly. Although he was a god-transforming monk in this close combat, he could not get any advantage in front of Zhang Yang's half-step flying zombie.

As his body flashed, he burst back, his magic power was instilled in his hand, and the sword light was fierce, and he was faintly like a dragon, and he roared down.

Zhang Yang did not dare to be careless at all with such a sword intention. While he was pausing, he also instilled magic power. The Fucang sword was full of intent, and the blue sword light was bright, and he picked it up head-on.

boom!

The sword light and the sword edge were lit up, making a huge explosion sound, and a powerful shock wave instantly overturned a mountain on the ground. Within a radius of thousands of miles, it was like an earthquake. Rocks collapsed and earth and rocks flew.

The hall was shining with light, obviously protected by the formation. However, in front of this powerful explosion wave, it did not last long. It exploded with a blast, and the entire hall was destroyed.

A tragic sound was everywhere. Before a monk could figure out what was going on, he was torn to pieces by the explosion waves, or was directly smashed into meat sauce by flying rocks.

In a moment, the elites in the Soul-Devouring Hall were seriously injured.

Even the blood slave Bufeng and others who were fighting in the sky were affected, and they dodged one by one and made defense.

The Blood Slave faced a half-step god-turned existence.

Originally, when the monk saw the hall master fleeing, he ran away immediately without hesitation. Unexpectedly, the Blood Slave teleported and had already stopped him.

On the battlefield, these monks naturally released their spiritual sense with all their strength, and the situation on the entire battlefield was under control.

What made the cultivators of the Soul-Devouring Hall collapse was that the enemies on the other side knew how to teleport and all easily stopped them.

Those Nascent Soul Cultivators and Elders of the Soul-Devouring Hall were easily killed without any resistance in front of Jira, Amir and others who knew how to teleport.
To be continued...