"Boom..."

The whirlpool of water bursting was huge, but Meng Yang's figure was not inside.

Meng Yang, who used three steps to step out of the attack range one step earlier, stared at the other party.

This tentative blow did not surprise anyone. He stood with his hands behind his back and still stood in the lake.

The spiritual shield overflowed from his body instantly separated from the sea water, and his fiery eyes kept looking at Meng Yang with a cold face.

Meng Yang also frowned and looked at the other party, knowing in his heart that it would not be easy to escape. The other party would not allow him to escape, so he would just end the battle quickly. He understood the truth that the sudden change would be changed, otherwise it would be even more troublesome if he was discovered by those people.

Thinking of this, Meng Yang's body shook, and the qi and blood in his body sounded like a dragon's roar, ringing across the world.

As circles of rippling energy appeared around, a seven-foot-long blue crescent-shaped sword energy slashed away from people.

"The first level of the early stage of the Chuwu period!"

The young monk raised his eyebrows, waved his big hand, and summoned a black and shiny glove from the storage bag and put it on his hand. The spiritual power was injected into it. Without any hesitation, he slapped it with a palm from the air and then slapped it again.

The palm print formed by the energy suddenly became more than ten times larger, and instantly collided with the sword energy. With the huge roar, Meng Yang continued calmly and slashed away from the air, and the other party continued to shoot palm prints.

After fighting for dozens of moves, Meng Yang and the monk suddenly stopped and looked at each other.

"You're just like that!"

When the monk said this, his tone paused for a moment, his eyes full of mockery and disdain.

"As long as you give me the storage ring you carry on your finger, I can consider letting you go!"

Meng Yang's expression was calm. When he was about to take action, more than a dozen figures suddenly appeared in his spiritual consciousness.

What he feared the most was that the people behind him were chasing him because of fighting with this person, but he didn't expect that it would be so fast.

Meng Yang looked cold and said in a cold voice: "Since you are seeking death like this, I will fulfill it."

"die!"

As soon as the stern sound fell, Meng Yang's body was overwhelming, and he closed his eyes directly.

In just one breath, he suddenly opened his closed eyes, and in an instant, the entire space was in a state of trance.

A violent and ferocious aura that seemed to be a mad dragon was born, causing the young man's expression to change suddenly.

At this moment, the young man felt like he was facing a giant beast in the wilderness, rather than a rat crossing the street that everyone shouted and beat.

Even his mind and soul were trembling violently at this moment, as if he had met the power of heaven.

Spiritual consciousness impact!

Boom boom boom boom...

But as Meng Yang's eyes opened and closed, a huge hammer with solid spiritual consciousness instantly hit the young man's head.

The huge raging power caused countless scenes of experience in the other person's mind to shatter when it invaded the other person's mind.

If you are storming by the sun, the whole world in your eyes will be split from it and turn into ashes.

When the other party Qi Kong fell down with blood, his face was filled with a sarcastic look as if he had died.

Meng Yang's mouth was bleeding, his forehead was pouring on his back, and he took a deep breath and grabbed his palm from the air. The black gloves on his hand and the storage bag on his waist flew over. At the same time, the information about the increase in wealth in his pupils also appeared at this moment.

After glanced at the wealth figure of less than 60,000, Meng Yang waved his sleeves and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, immediately left the battlefield and ran south.

The magical powers that "spiritual consciousness impact" have been used as a basis for the powerful mind and spirit, and are the heavenly skills that can be used by cultivators in the Palace Martial Realm.

Meng Yang, whose spiritual consciousness has broken through Gong Wu's strength, can be used, but he has only the first martial arts level. As Rao Tianhuang said, even if he succeeds, he may suffer a serious backlash. Over time, the damage to himself will be permanent.

After that experiment just now, Meng Yang realized that his mind was already dizzy.

The pain came to his mind, as if he was stabbed by a needle, which made his face pale, as if he was seriously injured.

Almost before he escaped, a blue circular light curtain suddenly rose where he had just stood.

Then, the circular light curtain suddenly rose and stood there like a light column, visible to the naked eye.

The weeds shrouded in the light column instantly withered, burned, and turned into flying ashes.

Sensing what was happening behind him, Meng Yang took a breath. If he was a little earlier, he would be afraid that his fate would be like a weed, which shows how profound the person’s cultivation is.

"Hmph, I was chased by this bastard!"

An old man who suddenly appeared shouted angrily. As soon as he finished speaking, a transparent purple CD suddenly appeared under his feet, dragging him and more than a dozen other monks around him toward Meng Yang.

Meng Yang turned his head and sneered, without any hesitation, and quickly flew forward.

While flying, he condensed the heart-snatching blade that he had no longer used, and shot it backwards to block the speed of their pursuit. As a result, he didn't even look at it. Meng Yang knew in his heart that this technique was almost useless to the current monks.

The old man slapped dozens of heart-snatching blades, and asked the two monks beside him to walk forward and help him block the heart-snatching blades that were rushing towards him. Then he sat cross-legged, without saying a word, quickly summoned a skull and wooden coil, allowing the object to stand on the CD.

At this moment, his hands made dozens of obscure and difficult-to-understand seals.

When the old man looked up and looked at Meng Yang's back again, his thick voice immediately growled "Kill!"

Suddenly, hundreds of strange sounds from the mouth made the black dead souls that made their scalp numb, roared out of the wooden coil, and then they merged together at an extremely fast speed, condensed a huge head with a black aura. The instant of the head transformed, it opened its mouth and swallowed it quickly under the control of the old man.

Meng Yang was suddenly shocked, thinking of the scene in Shazhen, and said in surprise: "The Dead Soul Pan?"

"It shouldn't be. Although this Pan has the same effect as the Dead Soul Pan you have seen, it does not have the power of the same craftsmanship, so it should be a copy."

Rao Tianhuang was a little silent and said frankly.

"That's so stupid..."

Seeing the dead soul flying in, Meng Yang raised his mouth slightly, his body suddenly turned, and he shouted: "Swallow me."

Rao Tianhong in the scabbard also showed his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and sucked it violently.

In an instant, the huge head immediately showed a look of horror, and his body trembled, as if he saw a natural enemy, screaming.

However, before the scream could be heard, as Meng Yang sucked suddenly, a huge force of imprisonment and sucking force appeared from Meng Yang's eyebrows and instantly enveloped his head.

The old man sitting cross-legged on the frisbee had not yet responded, and the head of the dead soul immediately turned into black smoke and was sucked by Meng Yang.

As he entered his nose, the black aura disappeared strangely, leaving only the white essence.

A very comfortable feeling appeared from the mind. This wonderful feeling made Meng Yang quickly split two streams, one of which was absorbed by himself, and the other stream, which was absorbed by Rao Tianhuang, who was trapped in his mind by a stone tablet.

If I had encountered the dead soul before, Meng Yang would definitely be afraid, and it would have happened to encounter Shazhen in the mission to go down the mountain.

But now, not to mention that the storage space has the same weapons, Rao Tianhuang's existence is the natural enemy of this kind of soul.

Not to mention killing him with the dead soul, it is a miracle to be able to hurt him. In other words, the dead soul is a great tonic for him.

Meng Yang licked his lips with unfulfilled feelings and looked at the old man with a smile. The meaning revealed in his eyes immediately made the old man scream. The wooden coil standing on the CD suddenly collapsed, turning into spots of light, and disappeared.

The wooden pan was shattered in an instant, and the old man's face suddenly turned like a mouthful of blood.

Then, he raised his finger with horror and pointed at Meng Yang, unable to speak for a long time.

Meng Yang now wanted to roar and vent his excitement, because the feeling of weakness in his use of the Blood Escape technique was not only offset, but also expanded the space of his mind. At the same time, the range covered by spiritual consciousness was slowly expanding.

"I'm going to kill you, I..."

The old man roared in anger, and he didn't want to stop this roar, but the qi and blood he had just pressed out immediately sprayed out along his throat. The collapsed backlash power of Mu Pan was even more serious than he had imagined. If he hadn't found a place to heal and recover, the residual soul in Pan invaded his mind, even if he could resist it, it would eventually become an unconscious body.

The old man quickly took out three blood coagulation pills from the storage bag and ate them. He looked at Meng Yang's comfortable face viciously. The anger in his heart was like a strong wind, blew through his heart over and over again, almost causing him, who had just suppressed his injuries, to vomit blood again.

After laughing for a while, Meng Yang ignored the old man and continued to escape to the distance.

"Old Friend Wang, are you okay?"

"It's okay!" The old man responded weakly to the man, but when he saw that the man's face was not at all concerned, some were only anxious, and almost instantly he understood, which made the old man's heart even more itchy.

"It's good that it's okay. Among us, Mr. Wang's flying treasure is fast. Since Mr. Wang said it's okay, please speed up and catch up quickly. When we catch him, we can also allocate the treasure. Otherwise, when some people find him, many troubles will happen!"

"Yes, Senior Brother Mu is right. When you catch this bastard and catch it back to the sect, you will be a great achievement. At that time, you can choose the treasures. I hope that Old Friend Wang will speed up quickly. We have been dumped by him for a long time!"

The old man snorted coldly in his heart, and his expression was as usual: "Everyone, it's not that I don't want to speed up, it's that I'm seriously injured now, because the souls of the dead are broken and have suffered serious backlash. I'm afraid I can't chase him with you next. I must find a place to heal me now."

"Healing? Is Mr. Wang's injury serious?"

After this man finished speaking, he looked at the other monks, and the greed flashed through his eyes.

Some monks who knew what this person was paying attention to, nodded secretly and signaled to the other party.
Chapter completed!