The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 712 The Power of a Roar

Time flies, Xiang Yang has been in Shangjun Shenzhumen dungeon for half a month, there is no movement from the outside world, and there is no so-called master to rob the prisoner, so he relaxes his mind a little, and immerses himself in practicing and participating in martial arts every day. In the middle, because the cultivation base is sufficient and the talent is overflowing, it is also extremely rewarding.

That night, red lanterns were hung high around the gate of the dungeon, and the floating objects in the air in the dark were illuminated by the light, which was extremely clear. In the small square, the patrol team of three people and one dog never slacked off for a moment.

On one side of the dungeon, in the woods, the branches are entwined, and the dense leaves are like clouds, covering the whole environment so that you can't see your fingers. Ordinary people must be terrified and panicked in such an environment.

Suddenly, there were several sounds of piercing through the air, and an unrecognizable number of people wearing night clothes stopped at the limit of the light circle illuminated by the red lantern.

"Just start here, start digging."

An extremely subtle voice came out, and because the face was covered with cloth, the timbre was distorted, but it did not affect its majesty, and its execution was astonishing.

After hearing the order, several black shadows nodded in unison, jumped to the forest floor, quietly, took out tools from behind, and groped with their bare palms on the wet soil, separated by about ten meters before doing their own work.

The small shovel-shaped tool in the hand is like a small electric motor, tapping on the ground, and at the same time digging out a big hole with ingenuity and soft force...

"Hahaha, after finishing Yan Bo, I came here to pick up my parents and seniors at the God's Catchment Gate. Please do me a favor."

There was silence all around, and there were occasional chirps of bugs. In the room, Xiang Yang was sitting at the table, and was comparing several fire-attribute magical skills that he had silently written down one by one by the light, participating in the research.

Suddenly, I heard a sound wave that lasted for a long time and contained a powerful spirit. The table trembled, the lamp flickered, and was almost extinguished.

"Wanyan Bo, is it really here? Is it because I don't know it innately, but this person is extremely courageous, hey, not only him, but there are also people hiding, even underground?
This is a set of tricks, which is a bit interesting. "

There was a flash of light in Xiang Yang's eyes, and when he rubbed his hands, the secret books carrying several magical skills instantly turned into fly ashes, and with a thought, the Heavenly Vision, Earth Listening and Locking God Dafa radiated away in all directions with it as the center, with the eyes of a Buddha With one movement, you can see the supreme power of the three realms and five elements, within ten miles around, everything that is life and death cannot escape perception.

With such a sense, he immediately noticed something abnormal. A human figure with extremely strong vitality was standing firmly on the dungeon gate, and another person who was cautiously restraining his blood breath was in the eastern forest. congenital characters.

To the west of the dungeon, several figures slowly crawled in from the ground at an extremely fast speed. They should be experts who are very good at punching holes.

Putting on his outer robe, Xiang Yang's face was as usual, without joy or worry, he flung out silkworm silk from his fingertips, tied the magic-suppressing knife box next to the bed, and retracted it with a little force, the knife box spun a few times in the air Then he fell behind Xiang Yang.

"Quick, quick, it's Wanyan Bo who is here, hurry up and invite Master Xiang."

At this time, near the gate of the dungeon, a patrol team had stopped cooking. The three people and one dog were all subjected to the most horrific massacre in the world, as if swept by thousands of strong winds, the flesh and blood disappeared, only the blood slowly spread in all directions.

The light red skeleton looks quite strange, and it is empty on the outside. The inside has long been broken by a powerful force of tearing, and it will be turned into powder with just a light touch.

There are more than a dozen armed god arresters who quickly gathered together, sweating profusely and facing the person standing on the curved arched stone gate very closely.

With the red light of the lantern, one could see a tall figure standing on top of it with his hands behind his back. He couldn't see the details, but he didn't need to see clearly. The man's roar had already shown his identity just now.

In the dungeon on the [-]th floor underground, the prisoners in each cell at this time also clearly heard the long-lasting roar, and they were all overjoyed. Someone robbed a prisoner. This is a golden opportunity that comes only once in ten years. If there is chaos, Maybe you can get out of here too.

For a while, the prisoners in the prison shouted wildly, especially some masters, even though the sea of ​​​​qi was crippled, the lute bone was pierced, and the daily body was tortured, the energy was seriously depleted, but the fist-thick cold iron chains swayed loudly. There was a clattering sound, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

And just when all the arresters were panicked and helpless, Xiang Yang rushed towards him like a strong wind, standing in front of the arresters who were trying to stay steady, he shouted presumptuously.

The voice contained endless majesty and strength, the spirit broke the demons, and drove away the fear in the hearts of the arresters. With a straight back and firm eyes, he clenched the weapon in his hand and looked unyieldingly at Wanyan Bo on the arched stone gate.

It is more like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, the muffled thunder suddenly resounds, resounds through the heaven and earth, and echoes for a long time.

It not only suppressed Wan Yanbo's appearance just now, but also made some prisoners in the dungeon who were dancing wildly dizzy, deaf in their ears, those with weak internal energy, chest tightness and air blockage, as if there were golden flowers in front of their eyes.

This is more than that, this skill is performed by Xiang Yang with a very special zhenqi skill. With a roar, the aura fluctuates in an instant.

A mile away, several masked men in black who were digging the ground suddenly stopped their movements, and crimson blood gushed out from under their black masks, and they were all shocked to death after a mile away.

"Hiss, what a terrifying master, how could it be possible that the God Catchment Sect is still innate?

The four great congenitals have already been killed by Master Liuyin, where did this master come from?"

In the dark forest to the east of the dungeon, a black shadow lurking among the treetops seemed to be one with the trees. His subconscious heart was beating wildly, thumping, thumping. also leaked out.

When Xiang Yang roared just now, the fierce and domineering force rushed towards the sky and the ground, and went in all directions. It was the roar of the Buddhist lion.

Xiang Yang was quite accomplished in sound wave skills in his early years, and in recent days, he has researched the secret of the use of spiritual energy from many magical skills, combined with the lion's roar, it will surprise people once it is used, and its power is unfathomable.

"Master Xiang is here, we don't have to be afraid, with Lord Xiang in charge, we don't have to be afraid of everything."

"That's right, Wanyan Bo is seeking his own death. Mr. Xiang is the number one genius in Yongzhou, and he will definitely not let him go."

After a roar, Xiang Yang let the fear out of the hearts of the dozen or so arresters who were confronting Wanyan Bo, and aroused infinite respect and admiration for Xiang Yang. How can the little Wanyan Bo be the opponent of Mr. Xiang?

Not only because of Xiang Yang's performance at this time, but also because of the prestige gained from the past battles.

Although Xiang Yang was not a native of Shangjun, he suddenly emerged and killed the unnamed genius first, that is, Fan Zhuxuan.

Xiaoshangshan also publicized the battle of Piaoxue Peak, boasting that Xiang Yang alone defeated the three innate masters including Tang Wuyi. For this reason, his reputation almost caught up with the ancestor of Liuyin who had stepped into another level. As far as Shangjun is concerned, it is still above the underworld overlord Master Iron Mask and others.

Compared with those innate talents who have been famous for many years but rarely do anything, although Xiang Yang is a newcomer, his level of combat power may not be comparable to them, but it is an indisputable fact that his record is shining and he is famous.

(End of this chapter)