He was just speaking out and scolding the monk named Li. He struggled for a while and quickly interrupted the monk named Li's next words. His eyes flashed with strange expressions and agreed: "Since that's the case, I would like to take out the souls in my hand and let the senior brother refine them. As for the senior brother's character, I believe that they are all fellow disciples. Such an approach would make others look down on our Red Sect."

After this man finished speaking, he quietly signaled to the monk who had just scolded him.

As the latter showed hesitation and his eyes flashed, he nodded with gratitude.

Then he turned around, swept the hesitant people, and then spoke: "I am willing to take out the dead souls in my pan. As long as I catch this black-clothed Yama and lose only a hundred dead souls, what's the point? When the time comes, I will return to the sect to report, what won't I get?"

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Although Meng Yang sensed that the CD behind him was getting farther and farther away from him, he was still cautiously escaping.

In his opinion, it would be best if the group of people didn't chase them. If they chased them, he would be seriously injured and would use spiritual consciousness to collide and kill them. Anyone who is always entangled will be angry, let alone him who is in such a state.

From entering the East Wilderness Sand Plain, the fate of the weak seems to have been destined by the heavenly choice.

Meng Yangneng used his own strength to fight against countless monks. His name began here and was well-known.

Now, facing the pursuit of countless people, Meng Yang still has not changed his color and faces it calmly.

For this reason, he made all the young monks in the East Wilderness of Zhao State and the Yuan State remember that the original position of the border sand was named Heilu Monk.

Even some hidden families and sects know that this famous junior monk is aware of.

But what they paid attention to was not Meng Yang's persistence and unwillingness, but the treasures they cared about were on him.

Care about how Meng Yang went from a weak to a strong one rely on.

Everyone understands the principle of guilt that possessing a treasure is a sin, and Meng Yang also understands it, but if he survives, he cannot give up, and he is even more unwilling to give up. This has greatly changed Meng Yang's personality. Now, as long as he sees Meng Yang's cultivators in the cultivation world, he relies on his cultivation to chase him.

This made his personality become colder and colder from now on. I don’t know where to start, but killing people became so simple in his impression.

It is precisely because Meng Yang's hands were stained with more and more blood that it made it more and more difficult for him to walk from now on. Even when he was overcoming tribulation, he was condemned by the way of heaven. The road was full of loneliness and loneliness.

If he hadn't had an obsession in his heart, he would probably not be able to bear it himself.

Taking a deep breath, Meng Yang kept himself on his vigilance.

This kind of thing that kills oneself every time someone discovers his identity makes him angry.

Suddenly, the CD treasure appeared again within the range of spiritual consciousness exploration, and the monk standing on it. Meng Yang frowned, his face gloomy, and his heart was filled with anger, which made him want to roar.

"Senior Brother Li, look!"

A monk standing in front of the CD exclaimed, his cultivation level was the highest among the people except for the monk named Li.

Because the monk surnamed Li wanted to refine the dead soul, let him investigate for the time being.

The monk surnamed Li opened his eyes, looked over, then nodded, and continued to activate the CD to fly forward.

Seeing the other party doing this, Meng Yang paused his feet slightly and did not intend to escape.

"Senior Brother Li, he found that we had stopped, look?"

The monk surnamed Li ignored the monk who looked pleased. He was not blind and had seen it long ago.

Although he didn't know what the other party was trying to pay attention to, he had to get the treasures and people on the other party.

He simply controlled the treasure and stopped in the air, without fear of Meng Yang's cold gaze, and looked over.

"I really admire your perseverance. There are two people who have died in my hands this time. If you dare to chase after me, aren't you afraid that you will be the third one?"

Listening to Meng Yang's disdainful words, the monk surnamed Li snorted coldly: "We are bound to win the treasure on you. I advise you not to struggle anymore. What's your fate now is that you are a mouse that everyone calls to beat. Besides, if you don't have any skills, will we come to chase you?"

"That's right, our Senior Brother Li has already refined Lingpan into a hundred deadpans. I see how arrogant you are!"

After this man said that, he looked at the monk surnamed Li with a flattering look, but the other party's chill looked at him at a loss. He quickly lowered his head, unable to understand what he said was wrong.

"Is there any part of your conversation here? Humph, idiot."

The monk surnamed Li looked at the talkative monk in anger.

"A hundred dead?"

Meng Yang frowned and muttered, "He had heard of the Dead Soul Pan and saw that if he had guessed well, it should be a more powerful existence than Lingpan. The Dead Soul Pan should have as many as hundreds of souls. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but think of it: "So what about the Dead Soul Pan? Do I still have few dead souls? I really don't know what it means."

He had made up his mind that as long as the other party casts a spell and releases a hundred souls, he will use his spiritual consciousness to hit him.

Even if you hurt your mind for this, you will still kill these people who annoy him.

"What are you thinking about?" The monk surnamed Li looked at Meng Yang with a confident look on his face, as if Meng Yang had been caught by him.

Meng Yang didn't say anything, stared at the other party with a squinted eyes and fell to the ground under the sea.

"Senior Brother Li, look, he is really ready to surrender! Haha, Senior Brother Li is really..."

When this person was about to continue talking, he saw the monk named Li staring at him, which scared him so much that he shut up quickly. He couldn't help but curse the other party, and he was even more unhappy. He regretted why he just agreed to take the dead soul in the Panzhong to him.

The monk surnamed Li turned around and ignored the other party. Then he controlled the spirit-inspiring plate and fell from the air like Meng Yang.

Seeing the other party jumping off the CD and putting away the treasure, Meng Yang snorted coldly, condensed the light and pointed it over.

"Why do you have to do this with fellow Taoist? As long as you surrender, I promise to save your life. What do you think?"

The monk surnamed Li held back the murderous intention in his heart and looked at Meng Yang.

"Noisy!"

Meng Yang snorted coldly, without thinking, instantly condensed the giant hammer of spiritual consciousness, split out thirteen ways, and under the control of his mind, he rushed towards the other party quickly.

Looking at Meng Yang's cold look at him with a sword, the face of the monk named Li's surname fell into gloomy. He didn't expect Meng Yang to be so ignorant of life and death. He wanted to make a few sarcastic words, but at this moment, a strong sense of crisis suddenly rose in his mind, which instantly made his alarm clock hurt, and his heart was beating pounding.

"Not good, spiritual attack!"

The cultivator surnamed Li quickly summoned the immortal king Pan and stood on the ground, feeling ruthless, afraid that he would not have time to cast the seal, and directly burn the soul of the soul, urging the dead soul in Pan to come out to protect him.

As for the others, he didn't even think about the other party's life or death. In his plan, he wanted Meng Yang to kill them. He could only capture Meng Yang and get the treasures on his body. As long as he did it clean, even the elders of the sect would not be able to find it.

The other cultivators, because they took out the dead souls in Pan and refined them by the Li clerk, were seriously injured and their cultivation was even more taken back. How could they not resist the attack of spiritual consciousness? Even if they did not have the incident just now, they had no magical powers to protect them. This made them look horrified, their whole body tremble, and their faces were pale.

When they realized that they saw that the monk named Li only protected themselves, not them, had the expression on their faces, when the giant spiritual sword had already penetrated into their minds, they became vicious and resentful. All this happened almost instantly.

As their minds collapsed, their twelve figures fell to the ground and died in seven holes.

And when the giant spiritual hammer in the middle touched the dead soul, it was swallowed away without even a ripple. The pale and horror on the face of the monk named Li who sensed this scene had turned into surprise.

As the elders of the sect said, if Lingpan advances to a hundred times, they will have the power to devour spiritual consciousness.

After all, he had never seen whether the Immortal King Pan was what the elder of the Protector said, so he was still very scared, but after this incident, he had a little more confidence in killing Meng Yang.

Because at this time, he saw that there was a trace of blood spilling out of Meng Yang's mouth.

The word backfire appeared in Meng Yang's heart. He himself never expected that there would be a dead soul that could devour spiritual consciousness.

When he fought with the Red Sect Blood Son before, he was backfired because the other party was protected by a strange treasure. This time it was caused by Bai Wang Pan, which made him feel a strong sense of crisis. Especially Rao Tianhuang warned himself not to use his spiritual consciousness to hit him again, otherwise it would cause the whole mind to collapse and the consequences would be unimaginable.

As for the breath of cultivation overflowing from the other party, Meng Yang was even more surprised. Although there was a vicious treasure like the Blood-colored Sword, it was his bargaining chip for his life. He would never dare to use it randomly unless he had to. If the spiritual power in his body was instantly drained by the Blood-colored Sword, he would definitely die when he met the monk chasing him at that time and would not even have a chance to run.

"How is it like being backfired? Is it very painful and uncomfortable, like the feeling of someone slamming his chest with a sledgehammer? Haha..."

After the monk named Li finished speaking, he did not give Meng Yang any chance to react. He quickly put his hands together and quickly made dozens of magic seals. Bai Depan, who stood on the ground, rushed out with dense black souls.

As soon as these black dead souls came out, they were like floods, spreading rapidly, and like black dark clouds, instantly covering within a radius of 1,000 meters.

Meng Yang wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression was cold, and he lifted the knife and inserted it hard on the ground. A huge strange wind suddenly rose with the strange aura. Not only did the seaweed sway continuously, but even the lapels and long hair of the two men were dancing wildly.

The monk surnamed Li snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain.

Meng Yang did not hesitate at all, retracted his spiritual consciousness, lifted his sword and rushed forward quickly.

And the pain caused by backlash in the mind was gradually treated by Rao Tianhuang's secret technique.
Chapter completed!