"Not bad!"
As soon as the Golden Lion Ancestor finished speaking, the "Ghost Temple" of Yama Island also smiled and said: "This person is so bold, but he can't hide it from the eyes of our Yin and Yang judges. Now he is defeated by the power of Linglong's self-destruction." Injury, I'm afraid that the soul will no longer exist Now, if you only have a little bit of true spirit left, you will die in an instant!”
“It’s just that he underestimated our overseas holy island. It can be said that he didn’t take the road provided by heaven, and he sought death on his own. , I can’t blame anyone else!” Qingniu Ancestor twisted his beard and said with a smile.
"Let me go and have a look. If there is still a true spirit, I can bring it to the commander-in-chief so that he can be interrogated clearly."
The Golden Lion Ancestor wanted to make meritorious deeds, so he immediately He yelled, turned into escaping light, and was the first to rush into the twisted space.
This move was also sudden. The Yin Yang Judge and the White-haired Ancestor next to him frowned, but the Golden Lion Ancestor had already gone and they couldn't stop him. Moreover, the power of Linglong's self-destruction was indeed amazing. Wantong was probably very dangerous at such a close position. Much luck and little luck.
Asura, Guisha, Wuhen and others were dissatisfied and thought in their hearts: "It is clearly the credit of my Yama Island, but he took the lead without permission. Do you want to get a share of the credit in vain?"
Although they thought so, when they saw that Judge Yin Yang did not stop them, they did not dare to speak out and only sneered in their hearts.
But the Golden Lion Ancestor rushed into the chaotic space, and his figure was quickly obscured by the airflow. Because the space was distorted, everyone could not see clearly what was going on inside. They could only wait for the Golden Lion Ancestor to come out. .
However, after a while, the space was still quiet, like a deep pool, without any fluctuations.
"What's going on?" Qingniu Ancestor frowned and said, "I'm just going to capture a remaining true spirit. I should have it in a moment. Why don't you come out?"
"No!"< br>
Judge Yin and Yang seemed to notice something, his expression suddenly changed, and he shouted almost simultaneously.
Among them, Judge Yang flipped his right hand, and a white flag appeared in his hand. He held it in the air and shook it. The smoke in front of him suddenly dissipated, and even the distorted space gradually returned to normal.
I saw a vermilion attic, floating in the center of the chaotic space. The roof and four walls of the attic had been exploded, but the bottom was intact, as if a wooden platform was suspended in mid-air.
There is a futon on the high platform, and sitting on the futon is a young man, wearing gray clothes and with a calm expression.
Although the space around him has been shattered, his location is intact, and his aura is like an abyss, which looks unfathomable.
Looking at the bottom of the attic, a sword energy pierced the forehead of the Golden Lion Ancestor and nailed him to the lintel of the attic. At this time, his eyes turned white and there was no breath in his body.
“Dead?”
Everyone took a breath when they saw this scene.
"How is that possible!" Veins popped up on the white-haired ancestor's forehead.
It has been only a dozen breaths since the Golden Lion Ancestor entered this chaotic space, and he is already dead without even a splash?
Ancestor Bai Mao couldn’t figure it out.
The Golden Lion Ancestor is his subordinate. He has the ability to overcome five difficulties and his magical powers are not weak. Even if he is in trouble, he can still fight for a while. How could he be killed in just a dozen breaths? ?
Others were also horrified, their eyes twitching.
They all knew how powerful Linglong's self-destruction was, but it was almost unbelievable that he was unscathed at such a close distance!
Everyone showed a look of fear, and everyone was attentive and vigilant. Only the Yin and Yang judge of Yama Island was still calm. The two looked at each other and asked almost at the same time: "Who are you, do you dare to retaliate?" "You name me?"
Liang Yan sat down on the attic, glanced sideways at the Yin Yang Judge, and said with a smile: "Since you two consider themselves 'judges', you should be able to decide between life and death. My true identity, how come you don’t recognize my name? ? If you don’t know my name, how can you call me ‘judge’?”
After hearing this, both judges Yin and Yang looked gloomy. Tone, you are not treating us Are the monks from the Holy Island taking it seriously?"
Liang Yan laughed and said, "How much can you do, Xiao Xiao? I will try your methods today, and you will see them all. Break it!”
"This is unreasonable!"
The white-haired ancestor was furious. Although he was also wary of Liang Yan's methods, the other party had obviously not reached the sub-sage realm, and there were more than a dozen tribulation ancestors here who had survived more than two disasters. There are five people there. If you are still ridiculed by this person, it will really lose your face if word spreads.
“You are not a sub-sage. How dare you utter such arrogant words? Let me test your skills and see what methods you have!”
The white-haired ancestor shouted loudly. , white hair sprouted all over his body, his body more than doubled in size, and he rushed towards Liang Yan.
The secret method of Jin'ao Island is unique. They will fuse a mysterious totem into their bodies before they reach the golden elixir realm. After cultivating the golden elixir, they can use the totem to fuse the corresponding monsters and refine the power of the monsters. Transformed into his own blood, he can use the various innate magical powers of the monster.
The demonic beast bloodline fused by the White-haired Ancestor is none other than the "Huntian Demonic Ape"!
This monster is not only extremely powerful and destructive, but also has rough skin and thick flesh, making it invulnerable. After the white-haired ancestor fused with it, it was as if he had been reborn, and the power of flesh and blood was comparable to that of the same realm of physical cultivation. At the same time, he also possesses the innate magical powers of monsters, and his strength is truly astonishing.
When he fights with others, he likes to get close, so he rushed in front of Liang Yan immediately, swung his iron fist covered with white hair, and punched Liang Yan in the chest.
Bang!
This punch was earth-shattering, shattering the surrounding space, and its power was unimaginable.
But what shocked everyone was that after the loud noise, the man in gray was still sitting cross-legged, and despite the white-haired ancestor's fist hitting his chest, it was as if he hit an indestructible city wall, and there was not even a trace of scar. No!
"This"
The demons overseas were shocked, with disbelief in their eyes.
You must know that the White-haired Ancestor's punch was powerful and heavy. Although they were not afraid and had ways to resolve it, they would never bear it with their physical bodies.
Faced with such a powerful punch, the man in gray did not dodge, and allowed the white-haired ancestor to hit him without leaving any injuries, and he did not even let him move a step!
This is simply appalling!
"The power of the demon ape is nothing more than this."
Liang Yan smiled and said: "After all, it is a heretic. It is not like my orthodox body cultivation. I have been hardened to be proud. Today I will let you know the other side. Right difference. "
After saying that, his right hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed the iron fist of the white-haired ancestor. Then he exerted force with his five fingers, and the sound of "Ka! Ka!" was heard. His fist was crushed by Liang Yansheng!
“Ah!”
The white-haired ancestor let out a shrill scream and used all his strength to break free from Liang Yan's hand. He hurriedly backed away until he was thousands of feet away, near the demons, before he could breathe a little easier.
Looking at his right arm again, the divine power of Vajra went all the way up the arm, crushing the bones of his right arm and shattering them inch by inch. At this time, it was hanging down helplessly.
“The strength of this man’s body is so terrifying!”
Even the white-haired ancestor, who had experienced many battles, could not help but take a breath of cold air at this time, with a look in his eyes. A look of horror. To say that Liang Yan cultivated Taoism with a sword, his physical strength was not weak at all.
He has practiced "Eight Divisions of Evolution" for many years, and his physical strength is already strong. After the battle at Wuzhuang Mountain, he entered the Tianji Pavilion ruins and obtained the mysterious spiritual spring left by the Two Saints of Tianji to temper his physical body. Later, he obtained the Heavenly Thunder to temper his body. The power of his physical body is actually so strong that it is outrageous.
In Liang Yan's current state, he is probably only 30% short of the physical power he envisions to condense the sword's heart and open up the universe of the sword's heart. However, compared to the white-haired ancestor, it is It is better than I don’t know how much.
Linglong had just self-destructed in front of him. Such a powerful force did not hurt him at all. The demons thought he had some special magical power and avoided this power.
In fact, it was not the case. There was no bells and whistles at all. He relied purely on physical strength to resist, and no injuries were left at all.
Seeing the night with bright lights and demons surrounding him, Liang Yan was not afraid at all.
He stood up from the attic, flicked his right sleeve, and revealed a flying sword, which was the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword. He held it above his head, looked around, and laughed: "I have heard that overseas secret arts are weird and mysterious. What’s more, I am also coming from overseas, and I am about to see your methods. Who among you will sacrifice the sword first?”
After saying that, he took a step, and the fierce momentum spread out for hundreds of miles, and the demons overseas did not know why. , all of them took a step back in unison.
At this step, everyone woke up, some were ashamed, others were angry.
"This guy is so unreasonable. No matter how powerful his magical powers are, he is still not a sub-sage. He actually wants to suppress so many of us with the power of one person? Is it my brain that is broken or his brain that is broken? ?" Qing Niu Ancestor said angrily.
Yamluo Island Ghost Temple also sneered, narrowed his eyes and said: "He knew that he was exposed and there was no way to survive tonight, so he was desperate. They say that one person who fights hard can be as brave as ten people! We must not If you are impatient, just surround and attack him, and this person will perish!"
"That's right."
Judge Yang among the Yin-Yang Judges nodded and said: "The war is coming, we can't harm ourselves. This person is fighting against a trapped beast. Of course he wants to kill as many people as possible. You must not Reckless, let’s trap him first, and wait for us two brothers to try his methods.”
After that, he turned his left hand and there was an extra chain, with a silver hook at the end of the chain. The magic weapon he uses to enchant the soul.
After hearing what he said, everyone dispersed in a tacit understanding, with Liang Yan as the center and surrounded by water from all directions.
Judge Yang, holding a hook in his left hand and a flag in his right hand, entered the arena first and said calmly: "Judge Yang of Yama Island, come to learn your brilliant moves."
"Okay, I'll sacrifice your head to the sword first!"
Liang Yan didn't say much. With a finger, the Purple Thunder Sword Pill pierced the sky and slashed towards Judge Yang.
Judge Na Yang did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly threw out the silver hook in his hand and began to mutter something.
The silver hook is not very fast, but it turns into a cloud of white mist in mid-air and separates into hundreds of chains. Each chain has a hook. They are densely packed, like a huge iron net, locking surrounding space.
The Purple Thunder Sword Qi rushed forward and fought fiercely with these chain silver hooks. Both sides had their own strengths, and in a short period of time they were evenly matched.
The sword technique in Liang Yan's hand changed, and he used the "Tianzi Sword Technique". The sword ball swayed with the evil-killing divine thunder, and the purple rainbow thunderbolt rushed into the white mist like a thunderbolt.
Boom!
Amidst the loud noise, the white mist was split open by the sword light, revealing the true form of Silver Hook, fighting with the Purple Thunder Sword Pill again.
The fight lasted only more than ten rounds. Judge Yang's face changed slightly, knowing that he was outmatched, he hurriedly pulled the chain, trying to take back the silver hook.
But the Purple Thunder Sword Pill was chasing after them, and the two sides fought all the way. Those with low cultivation levels could not see the trajectory clearly at all. They could only see a series of afterimages, "Dang! Dang! Dang!" The crisp sound is endless.
"No, my 'Thousand Ghost Soul-Seizing Hook'!"
Judge Yang's face was no longer calm, he yelled and tugged at the chain.
But the sword light followed him like a shadow, like a maggot attached to the bone, never letting it escape. However, in just a few moments, subtle cracks appeared on the silver hook and the chain.
Seeing that the magic weapon was damaged and there was no way to avoid it, Judge Yang was so anxious that he hurriedly shook the white flag in his hand.
I saw gusts of dark wind, howling ghosts and howling wolves, and countless miserable souls rushing out from the flags. From a distance, it looked like a river of souls, rushing towards Liang Yan.
"Well done!"
Liang Yan gave a long laugh, pinched the sword in his hand again, and the purple thunder sword light swayed with the "Wugou Divine Thunder" again, falling into the soul river, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, rushing left He thrust to the right, and as long as there was a spirit ghost approaching, he would be instantly reduced to ashes by the sword.
It should be said that "Untainted Divine Thunder" is also the nemesis of this spell.
The white flag in Judge Yang's hand is called the "Ten Thousand Souls and Blood River Flag". The souls in the flag have been imprisoned for hundreds of years or thousands of years. They have deep resentment and strong hostility. Ordinary magic weapons will be defiled if they are approached. Spirituality, let alone resistance.
But the "Innocent Divine Thunder" can purify the resentment of these souls. As long as the resentment of the soul that comes close to it is immediately dissipated, where is the power left? Being swept away by the sword energy, he immediately turned into flying ashes and was freed.
The two fought for a while. Judge Yang's spells were weird and endless, but Liang Yan only had a flying sword. No matter how his opponent changed his moves, he used the "Tianzi Sword Technique" to defeat him.
In an instant, the souls in the Ten Thousand Souls Blood River Flag were reduced by 30%.
"Oh, this man is my nemesis!"
Judge Yang shouted, not daring to fight anymore, using his magic weapon to cushion his back, and wanted to retreat to the rear.
Liang Yan could not let him escape. Taking advantage of the victory, he pursued him with sword light and laughed loudly: "Since I said I would sacrifice your head to the sword, why should my fellow Taoist refuse? It's better to keep the head on your neck." ! ”
After saying that, the sword light turned again, breaking the soul river, and went straight to judge Yang's head.
The two of them were fighting, and Lu Xiuguan saw thunder and swords flying in the distance. He suddenly thought of something and shouted: "It turns out to be him! This person is the master of Bihai Palace in Wushuang City, Liang Yan!"
After hearing this, Judge Yin suddenly smiled strangely and nodded. : "Now that I know this person's name, it's easy to handle. Let me help my junior brother."
Before he finished speaking, a strange writing brush appeared in his hand. The pen barrel was dark, and nine white bones and skulls hung on the top. The tip of the pen was dipped in blood, and he splashed ink in mid-air and wrote a few big characters.
Exactly: "Liang Yan, the unparalleled city, died in today's ugly moment!"