Pang Yue looked at Han Yinglong calmly and said, "I feel quite unhappy if I don't kill anyone today."
"I'm not a murderous person, I just don't want people to think... I, Shen Tuhao, am easy to bully!"
"If anyone wants to take revenge in the future, just come over!"
Say it.
Use slight force in your palms.
Yang Ji, who was dying, said weakly: "Brother Taoist, my subordinates are here..."
Before he finished speaking, his head was crushed.
A second-level Jindan major cultivator died!
For a while.
Inside and outside the mountain island, there was silence.
Han Yinglong stood frozen in the void, his eyes twitching.
He could even feel a faint murderous aura enveloping him.
It seems that the tenth elder of Qianyan Shrine has become red-eyed, and anyone who dares to stop him will face his thunderous methods.
And in the early stage of Jindan, who is sure to stop him?
Pang Yue smiled slightly at Han Yinglong and asked, "Uncle, if there is nothing else, I will go down and continue to break through the barrier."
Han Yinglong smiled bitterly and shook his head, sighing: "That's all, go ahead!"
…
Possessing the third-level Yuan Fei Kung, Pang Yue was not afraid of the death of Shen Tuhao, the universal clone.
At most, it is nothing more than consuming the Yuan Fei and resurrecting it.
If anyone really dared to cause trouble for him in private, even if it was a late-stage Golden Elixir master, he was sure that there would be no return.
On the mountain island.
Before the third level.
A large ice formation was suddenly torn apart by a red gold sword light.
Pang Yue passed by with his knife in hand, walked up the stone steps leisurely, and reached the fourth level.
A fat man with slovenly clothes was sitting lazily on a boulder and looking askance at Pang Yue.
"What is the name of this level?"
Pang Yue looked at the man and asked with a smile.
The man also smiled back and said: "There was originally a person guarding the gate here, but he was beaten away by Zhao."
Pang Yue's face moved slightly and asked: "Zhao Xiongzhao?"
Zhenyang Sect, Chunyang Shrine, Zhao Xiongzhao.
The golden elixir that is less than two hundred years old has reached the third level.
Shi Yunyu said he was no less a master than Cao Shize of the Great Sun Shrine.
"Then why don't you go up?"
Pang Yue asked curiously.
Zhao Xiongzhao shook his head and sighed: "I have no interest in women. I came to Taiqing Sect this time because of my master's order... You can't violate the master's order."
"I wanted to go through a formality, but I didn't expect that these levels are too easy. I can't even pretend to lose..."
"Junior brother, how about you help me as a brother?"
Pang Yue asked curiously: "How can I help?"
Zhao Xiongzhao straightened up, stood on the boulder, and said, "I won't move here, just knock me down the mountain."
Pang Yue laughed dumbly, shook his head and said: "Senior brother, forgive me, I won't do anything in vain. Or you should go down the mountain by yourself!"
Zhao Xiong ordered: "Go down the mountain by yourself? How can I explain it when I get back without any injuries... Otherwise, my brother refined a magic weapon a few years ago. Although it is a first-level weapon, it is relatively rare. How about giving it to you?" "
After that, he threw a golden red thread and flew towards Pang Yue.
This red thread is only a little thicker. It is intertwined with gold threads between the ropes. The whole body is like countless slender flames intertwined, and the aura is bright.
Pang Yue reached out to take it, and with a sweep of his consciousness, he clearly sensed that the function of this magic weapon was to bind!
"this……"
Pang Yue is also proficient in rope art. Holding this golden red rope, many exquisite and complicated patterns immediately appeared in his mind.
He smiled and said: "Since senior brother is so grand, then junior brother has no choice but to be respectful rather than obey orders."
Zhao Xiongzhao said seriously: "Junior brother, you have to use more force than when you hit Yang Ji just now, otherwise, you will not be able to explain to me..."
"Senior brother, are you ready?"
Pang Pang strode towards Zhao Xiongzhao, his right arm instantly expanded and thickened, purple-gold light patterns flickered, and a murderous aura filled the air.
Zhao Xiongzhao's eyes lit up, he nodded, and said with a smile: "Junior brother, just come."
Without saying a word, Pang Yue strode forward and punched out!
Bang!
A punch powerful enough to split mountains and split the ground hit Zhao Xiongzhao's overlapping palms.
Golden flames intertwined with blazing white flames, invisible fluctuations spread, and the muffled sound made the eardrums of onlookers hurt.
Click.
Zhao Xiongzhao was completely unscathed and did not even move an inch.
But the boulder under his feet turned into powder in an instant.
Immediately afterwards.
The land under the boulders also began to collapse and collapse.
Then, the entire mountain island collapsed from the feet of Zhao Xiongzhao.
Countless fine sand and flying rocks exploded.
Dust and smoke were everywhere, and the monks who were watching the fun on the mountain turned into streams of light and danced away in the dust and smoke.
Only the upper half of the entire mountain island remains.
The lower half was shattered by the two men's careless and restrained blows.
Zhao Xiongzhao's body was trembling with fat, he shook his numb hands, shook his head and said: "Junior brother, it's not enough, come again!"
Pang Yue nodded.
His body swelled up again like it was blowing, and the muscles all over his body bulged. In the blink of an eye, he transformed from a height of three feet to a towering giant of nine feet.
He stood in the void and shouted——
"Second-turn Yuan Ti, open!"
On his strong and majestic terrifying muscular body, there are beautiful and smooth purple and gold lines, intertwined with simple and mysterious runes, flickering.
Then he punched out, hitting Zhao Xiongzhao's body right in the middle.
Zhao Xiongzhao is also a master of body training and has practiced the Great Sun True Fire Art to an extremely advanced level.
But when hit by this huge fist, it flew out like a cannonball.
His fat body instantly penetrated half of the mountain island, like a black line, hitting the towering and huge mountain of Taiqing Sect.
In the void, layers of rippled light waves spread out.
Zhao Xiong's edict collided with Taiqing Sect's sect-protecting formation, sparking a dazzling brilliance.
Countless sharp and bright sword lights gathered from all directions, and they were about to kill him!
Even the peak master of Jindan can hardly resist this sect-protecting formation with tens of thousands of years of accumulation!
suddenly.
Zhao Xiongzhao let out a long roar, swayed, and transformed into a big golden bird. He flashed suddenly, leaving an afterimage of a line of fire in the sky, and escaped.
The sword light that filled the sky fell out of the air and slowly dissipated.
The ripples of light in the void gradually became invisible.
Outside the towering green mountains, calm was restored again.
The big bird quacked strangely, let out a harsh laugh, and with a stream of golden blood, shouted: "It's amazing! It's been a long time since I've seen such a powerful body-training technique. Junior brother, I'd like to say goodbye!"
The big golden bird crossed a curve, suddenly folded, and fell straight down with its head down.
Just when everyone thought that the golden bird was dead, they saw that it seemed to have slowed down again. It spread its wings, flapped its wings, tried its best to stop the falling trend, and flew forward crookedly.
only.
The aura on the big bird's body dropped again and again.
Depression.
He seemed to be severely weakened.
The big bird flew to the edge of the vitality hurricane, hesitated for a moment, hesitated, and stopped awkwardly.