reborn as emperor

Chapter 811
Originally at this moment, Yang Mucheng, who seemed to be betrayed by many relatives, seemed to have become the center of the world and the focus of sight with Hua Tianzhi's light finger.

at this time.

At this moment, the decayed forest, which was already a bit depressing, seemed to have quietly dropped by three or two in temperature. This was a kind of coldness swept by a bone-piercing murderous intent.Not only that, but the gazes of the people seemed to make a huge mountain appear in the void, which suddenly pressed on the hearts of the people, making them a little breathless.

Once back, back again!

this moment.

It seems that Yang Mucheng has become a plague god, and everyone avoids it!

Who dares to intervene?

Before, Jiang Tianyu spoke for Yang Mucheng, but was blasted out with a palm, and now he fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Now, all the powerhouses of the Tianmo Shura Temple have arrived, and in front of this great enemy, whoever dares to say a word will be killed!

"Old Demon Yang!"

Hua Tianci took a step forward, the roots of the blood-stained long fibrous roots stood up, and the blood-burning broad monk's robes agitated.The aura of the peak of the Purple Mansion was released recklessly, shaking the ground around him with crackling sounds, cracks and cracks, sweeping across the sky along with his body.

Those warriors had already been scared out of their wits, and now under Hua Tianci's terrifying aura, their faces turned pale, and they avoided it one after another.I'm afraid that after offending this crazy monk, they will die in the end.

"Brother Abbot used to be known as 'Blood Crazy Monk'..." an old monk with white eyebrows shook his head and sighed.

"After the battle between good and evil, the abbot brother retreated to cultivate his body and cultivate his character. That's why the title of 'Blood Crazy Monk' gradually faded away. I didn't expect 'Blood Crazy Monk' to break into the sky again today!"

As he spoke, he shook his head, as if lamenting that blood would flow into rivers today.

"Blood Crazy Monk!"

Hearing this name, the warriors who were already horrified couldn't help but gasped, almost suffocating.

The name "Blood Crazy Monk" was not given to him by Hua Tian, ​​but was given to him by a person of evil ways.Just listening to the words 'blood' and 'crazy', one can know how many horrible killings Hua Tianci has brought to the evil people.Now, the monk who created endless killings is standing in front of him!
Hua Tianci scanned around, and was very satisfied with his "Blood Mad Monk" reappearing in Kyushu, and the attitude that everyone was very afraid of.But when he saw Yang Mucheng standing there with a flat face, he couldn't help but jump like thunder, and said coldly:
"Old Demon Yang, aren't you afraid of your imminent death?"

Hearing Hua Tianci's question, everyone looked at Yang Mucheng in surprise.

To know.

The warriors present were either frightened by Hua Tianci's terrifying cultivation at the peak of Zifu, or they were difficult to control surrounded by so many enemies in the Tianmo Shura Temple.In the past, only relying on the power of Hua Tianci, he was able to suppress the entire audience, but now there are more than a hundred warriors from the Purple Mansion. The frightened people are simply soft-handed, and some people are so frightened that they can't stand still. He Yang Mucheng is not afraid?
"senior……"

Chen Bo and the others were paralyzed on the ground, suppressed by the terrifying aura bestowed by Hua Tian, ​​and even unable to move, they could only look at Yang Mucheng helplessly.

"afraid?"

Yang Mucheng laughed suddenly, and looked at Hua Tianci mockingly.

"What did I think you were capable of? It turned out that it was just relying on the number of people and relying on your own cultivation to be higher than me. Give me three years, and I alone can crush your demon Shura Temple."

"A small peak of the Purple Mansion dares to call himself 'Blood Mad Monk'. It's a ridiculous joke!"

"You guys are not qualified to make me afraid!"

what?
Yang Mucheng's words directly made Hua Tianci furious.

"How dare you speak hard when you are about to die, I will abolish you first today, and take you into the Tianmo Shura Temple to suppress for 800 years!"

Hua Tianci let out a roar, and squeezed Yin Jue violently.His silver beard flared up, and he grabbed Yang Mucheng with his right hand. There was a strong wind, and the blood stained on his monk's robe turned up at this moment, turning into a monstrous bloody palm, and grabbed Yang Mucheng.

The people who had been blown away by this gust of wind lost their balance again, and flew backward one by one, falling to the ground with a 'bang bang bang'.

Yang Mucheng slowly took out the subduing magic pestle, sneered and said:

"This thing was originally yours, so I will return it to you!"

Under everyone's horrified gazes, he blasted out the Demon Subduing Pestle, only to hear a "clang" and the ghostly shadow flew by, and it slammed into the blood palm.

"Boom!"

Like a thunderbolt!

Two huge streams of power were crushed together fiercely.

The Demon Subduing Pestle was originally blasted with a crack by Yinlong's black lightning, but now it exploded under this shocking palm and turned into a piece of powder.And the monstrous blood palm was also torn into pieces under this huge force on the spot.

boom!
Rolling thunder turned, invisible waves swept out, and the surrounding decaying trees, rocks and rocks were shattered on the spot.The decaying forest is like a typhoon passing through, a mess.

"Subduing Demon Pestle!"

Hua Tianci looked at the shattered powder of the magic subduing pestle in the air, slowly falling, and screamed.

This is his magic weapon.

It is also a treasure handed down from generation to generation by the Tianmo Shura Temple, and it is a magic weapon of the middle grade of the earth.Now, it was destroyed!
Seeing this scene, his heart was bleeding.

"Subduing Demon Pestle!"

"This... oh my god, I'm afraid the patriarch will die with regret!"

As soon as the Demon Subduing Pestle shattered, many monks cried out, their eyes widened in disbelief.

"Brother Abbot, I'm going to kill this kid!"

"This kid dared to destroy the magic weapon of Zhenshan in our Tianmo Shura Temple. If I don't kill him, I won't be able to get rid of my hatred!"

"This little beast..."

A stone stirred up thousands of waves, and the monks of the Tianmo Shura Temple who were present almost ran away on the spot.A pair of eyes landed directly on Yang Mucheng's body, wishing to tear them into pieces.Yang Mucheng was still full of disdain:

"A mid-level magic weapon is treated like a treasure by you bald donkeys!"

"you!"

Originally, the broken magic pestle made these monks almost want to run away, but now Yang Mucheng's words, to them, are like adding salt to the wound!
All the people present felt that Yang Muchenghao's tone was so loud.

Magical treasures above the ground level, in any sect, are probably the existence of inheritance.What's more, this subduing magic pestle is still a mid-level earth-level existence, which is a great loss for any sect.But they didn't know that Yang Mucheng was the master-uncle of Wan Dao Sword Sect, and the Subduing Demon Pestle was really nothing in his eyes.

"If I don't put you to Ling Chi's death, I won't be able to get rid of the hatred in my heart!"

Hua Tianci clenched his fists and shouted angrily.

At this moment, a loud shout came from a distance——

"stop!"

(End of this chapter)