"Girl Prajna has a good memory." Wang Yang smiled faintly, revealing two rows of white teeth. He should be grateful to Prajna. If Prajna hadn't saved him, he would have died long ago; if Prajna hadn't saved him, he would not have received the inheritance of the Immortal Demon King.
, let alone the Holy Son of the Devil's Cave, this is a great creation that goes against the heavens, and this feeling of superiority is really wonderful.
Prajna's face turned pale.
Who exactly did she save? A devil? A murderer? A big devil?
"If the desire to kill is too strong, it will be difficult to achieve positive results."
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately."
"The sea of suffering has no end, but when you turn around, you will find the shore."
"I'm very curious which one Senior Sister will say at this time." .??.
Zhao Yun spoke plainly, and he really wanted the Buddhists to give him an accurate answer.
The mouth of Prajna Jade is slightly open, as if it is stuck in the throat.
She could hear Zhao Yun's words; she could also see the struggle of the wronged soul.
For the first time, her Buddhist ambition to save all sentient beings wavered.
"Your compassion has disturbed the cause and effect of others. Even if the Buddha's light fills the world, it will still illuminate the screams of the immortal souls of injustice. Hidden under the peaceful Buddha's voice is the wailing blood." Zhao Yun spoke sonorously with each word.
His momentum increased by one point, and he opened the Qilin and the Demonic Path.
Previously, I didn't know that Wang Yang was still alive and thought that everything was over. Now that I know it, there is no reason to let it go. Whether it is to avoid future troubles forever or to do justice for heaven, Wang Yang must die.
"Destroy my demonic body. There is no need to leave today."
Wang Yang let out a ferocious laugh, swept away the rolling demon, and slapped him with his palm.
Zhao Yun did not retreat but advanced, and Han Shan charged forward with a punch.
boom!
When the fists and palms collided, blood light exploded, and a layer of halo spread, dispersing the bloody wind. It also caused Prajna to kick back, and the Dapeng hovering in the air was also overturned by the momentum.
Look at both sides of the fight.
Wang Yang stood tall and did not move.
But Zhao Yun took half a step back. The bones of his fist were cracked, and blood was still flowing between his palms. The first blow was hard, and he was at a disadvantage.
It's not that he's not strong enough, it's that Wang Yang is too scary.
Since that night, I don’t know how many innocent people’s blood I have swallowed, and I don’t know how much magic power I have blessed. With just strength, Wang Yang is above him, and his cultivation level has also climbed all the way, reaching the peak of Xuanyang. I really don’t know Wang Yang
What kind of demonic skills he has practiced, and I don’t know what kind of inheritance he has received. It’s too scary. At such an age, with such cultivation, and with such strength, Wang Yangding is inseparable from the demonic realm. Maybe he will be inherited from the same lineage like the demon child.
of the Holy Son.
"The power of regeneration, instant death, it turns out that you are Tianzong Ji Hen." The corners of Wang Yang's mouth were slightly raised, and his scarlet eyes flashed with a violent light. With his shape, he was really more scary than a ghost.
"Immortal. Endless." Zhao Yun sacrificed Long Yuan Sword, a sword of wind and thunder.
"What a good sword." Wang Yang smiled faintly. There were black magic lines carved between the palms of his hands. He reached out with one hand and grasped the Longyuan Sword. A strange magic power easily removed the power of Fenglei's sword.
Roar!
What followed was a loud dragon roar.
Wang Yang also knew how to swing the dragon's tail. A black dragon circled around and knocked Zhao Yun over with one blow. Before Zhao Yun could settle down, he came like a ghost and struck Zhao Yun between his eyebrows with a finger of lingering magic light. It was extremely powerful.
Strong, if hit, it will most likely be killed.
"Get lost!" Zhao Yun shouted loudly and opened the body-protecting Tiangang, knocking Wang Yang over.
"What an absolute defense." Wang Yang laughed playfully.
What responded to him was Zhao Yun's Immortal Killing Technique.
The golden sword light is even more lingering with a black and yellow aura, and its penetrating power is extremely strong.
However, in Wang Yang's eyes, this blow was not enough, and he was swatted away with a palm.
"Give it to me. Swallow it."
Wang Yang snorted coldly, there were rolling demons surging, forming a sea of demons.
Zhao Yun, who had just arrived, was submerged as soon as he met him. The demonic sea was strange, hiding many resentful spirits, shrill wails, and disturbing the mind. The most terrifying thing was not this, but that there was magic power in the demonic sea, which could completely destroy the true essence.
It can swallow up all the essence and energy, and the energy and blood are as majestic as his, and the momentum will be reduced in an instant. I am afraid that if I stay for a few more seconds, I will be sucked into a mummy.
break!
Zhao Yun shouted with a sonorous shout, splitting the sky with a strike and tearing apart the demonic sea, jumping out like a dragon.
"seal up."
As Wang Yang dropped his finger, a magic tower fell from the sky.
Zhao Yun wanted to leave, but the suction force of the magic tower was stronger. His body stagnated for a moment and was covered by the magic tower. Thunder and lightning could be seen when he stepped out, and black magic symbols flew around, forming chains, locking Zhao Yun's hands and hands.
The feet also have the power to devour.
"open."
Zhao Yun scolded him coldly and forcibly performed the Tianwu aura, shattering the magic tower into pieces.
"Tianwu?"
Wang Yang was retreating, looking surprised. He didn't know that Zhao Yun could still perform the power of Tianwu. How could a Xuanyang realm master such a secret technique? It was precisely because of his ignorance that he was excited. Zhao Yun in his eyes seemed to be a different person.
It is a treasure. When he captures it, he will squeeze out all the secrets, including the Danhai, the martial soul, and the power of regeneration.
"Tianwu?"
Prajna, who was still sealed, also murmured. She didn't know that Zhao Yun actually hid such a trump card. Compared to Zhao Yun, she was more shocked by Wang Yang. Just how long ago, the true spirit realm she saved in the past was actually Xuanyang's most powerful.
At its peak, as well as its combat power, even Ji Hen, the number one in the new sect, fell short in front of it.
the more
In this way, the more she regretted, she really saved a devil.
boom!
While she was muttering, Zhao Yun started to bleed again. He received a finger from Wang Yang, and a bloody hole was poked in his chest. If he had not hidden in time, the hole that had been pierced would have been the Mingmen Heart Vein.
"Weak, too weak."
Wang Yang smiled ferociously, and used a terrible secret method to see the sky, creating a black whirlpool. In the whirlpool, a magic hand came out, and Ling Tian grabbed Zhao Yun.
This method is somewhat similar to the Great Buddha of Prajna.
However, Wang Yang's Taoism is too shallow, so he can only ask for a magic hand.
"The Heretic Golem." Zhao Yun narrowed his eyes slightly. He had read the secret scroll of the Demon Family and had seen a brief introduction. He never thought that Wang Yang knew how to understand that just one demon hand could be so terrifying. If it were a complete Heretic Golem,
, how terrifying it must be, what exactly has Wang Yang experienced these days.
boom!
The evil hand of heretics has fallen, and it has the power of Mount Tai.
Zhao Yun groaned, and the bones in his body crackled. Similar to the secret method, Wang Yang's heretic demon statue was much stronger than Prajna's golden Buddha. In other words, Wang Yang was much stronger than Prajna, and his foundation was too rich and powerful.
It made him feel horrified.
"Destroy." Wang Yang shouted coldly.
"Destroy me?" Zhao Yun's energy and blood rose, and he picked up Man Teng's mace, and swung it out with a violent fang. The demonic hand that had just fallen was destroyed by the hammer.
This time, Wang Yang groaned.
The heretic demon was connected to him, and when the demon's hand was destroyed, he also suffered a backlash. The backlash was so strong that half of his sternum exploded. However, he also had the power of regeneration and recovered instantly.
seal up!
Zhao Yun made a secret with one hand, under a big golden bell.
This is also the secret technique he secretly learned during the new sect competition, which belongs to Wu Nian.
boom!
The golden bell fell to the ground, causing the houses in the village to collapse.
Unfortunately, Wang Yang couldn't be sealed, and within a split second, he was split open by Wang Yang's palm.
"Splitting the Sky."
Zhao Yun has leaped into the air, his ten-foot-long sword glowing with unparalleled sword power.
Wang Yang's eyes were full of contempt, and he used a secret method to form a black shield on his head. Zhao Yun slashed the sky with a slash, as if it was struck on a steel plate. Fei Fei failed to break it, and was knocked sideways by the shock.
"Come again."
Zhao Yun returned in an instant, and the Long Yuan Sword in his hand had been replaced by a black iron whip specially designed for invigorating the spirit. With Long Yuan, he could use the Tyrant Sword to slash the sky, and with this iron whip, he could also use Ling Tian's whip.
, buzzing, and smashed Wang Yang's shield with a whip.
puff!
Wang Yang spurted blood not because his shield was broken but because of the backlash, but because of the strange ability of the black iron whip.
His spirit was hurt. Originally, the iron whip was useless to him. The reason was that Zhao Yun used martial arts to imbue the iron whip with the dragon's roar and the tiger's roar. They are both specialized spirits, and the two resonated.
In this way, it is easy to use to hit people and thieves.
Well.!
After spurting out blood, Wang Yang groaned again.
At this moment, his momentum plummeted, and the rolling demon became quite unstable. Sometimes it was low, sometimes it was violent. Looking at his expression, it looked more painful. There were resentful spirits struggling and wailing in his body. He must have swallowed too much.
He couldn't digest it for a while, and Zhao Yun's whip came at the wrong time, just at the critical point, severely damaging his spirit, and triggering the backlash of the resentful spirit.
cut!
Zhao Yun moved Long Yuan and removed Wang Yang's head with one sword.
Just like that night, Wang Yang remained standing. Not only did he remain standing, he even flew away and fled. While fleeing, another head grew out. His eyes were the same scarlet, and his face was the same ferocious.
The severed head turned into a pool of blood.
"this."
When Prajna saw it, she was frightened. Her head had been cut off, but a new one could be born. Based on her experience, it was difficult to understand that there was such a terrible secret method in this world? Can she not be killed?
"Where to go?"
Zhao Yun wielded a sword in one hand and an iron whip in the other, pursuing him closely. Wang Yang fled behind him, and he followed him like a shadow, chasing and fighting at the same time. He had fought with Wang Yang before, and he knew how evil this guy was. He could be resurrected even if he was blown to pieces.
Not to mention losing a head.
"You...can't kill me."
Wang Yang gritted his teeth and forcibly suppressed the backlash of the resentful spirits in his body. He waved a large black flag and waved it wildly, turning into a demonic hurricane, rolling up ferocious ghosts and rushing towards Zhao Yun. He swallowed them all.
The resentful spirits bared their teeth and claws, trying to drag Zhao Yun into endless purgatory.
"Heavenly Thunder Array."
Zhao Yun thrust his sword into the ground, and thunder blades shot out.
The scenes that followed were very bloody, with fierce ghosts and resentful spirits being chopped into ashes by thunder blades, with wailing and pitiful screams. Perhaps, for them, that was also a kind of relief. It was better than being restrained by Wang Yang and never being able to live in this life.
Transcendence.
Well!
Wang Yang groaned again, in agony, and his face was hideous and distorted.
It was because he was too greedy and his magic power was too overbearing. He had devoured too many living beings. To this day, he had accumulated so much experience and his skills were too shallow that he could not suppress him. There was also the danger of being swallowed up. His combat power had been greatly reduced and he was so angry.
The blood was also violent. Not only his face was distorted, but his body was also distorted. It swelled from time to time, as if a huge force contained in his body was about to burst his body. It was magic power, and it was also the wronged souls of innocent people, turning into one after another.
Resentful spirit.
He needs time, time to refine the resentful spirit.
Thinking like this, he escaped faster, running into the forest like a ray of magic light.