proud of the sky

Chapter 459 Slaughter

Since his rebirth, this is not the first time Zhang Muyang has encountered a so-called god who claims to be a god. Unfortunately, there is no one who can beat him, including the bullshit evil god he met in Yue Kingdom last time. He suppressed him without much trouble.Now in Dongpu, there are still some people pretending to be gods.

"Ignorant ants, do you think that you can blaspheme and insult the gods after you have learned something? I will kill you today to see if you can still speak hard." The old monk got up without wind, and his body actually floated in the air. , looking down at Zhang Muyang from top to bottom.

Zhang Muyang sneered: "If you have that ability, you still spend so much time with me? You still use this dirty method?" After Zhang Muyang finished speaking, he raised his sword straight in his hand. He hated looking up at others, so he dared to do everything in front of him. Those who pretend to be aggressive will be hacked to death.

"Stab!"

There was a sound of tearing the air, and Zhang Muyang took the lead.

"Ignorant ants, do you think such a method can hurt me?"

The empty voice of the old monk resounded in the hall, and a contemptuous sneer rose from the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Muyang didn't seem to hear the other party's sneer, the long sword continued to stab, and in the blink of an eye, sword shadows were drawn in the void, and even Zhang Muyang's figure seemed to have turned into afterimages.

The old monk sneered and said, "It's a mystery, here is the realm of the gods, no matter you... ah!" Before he finished speaking, a vague killing intent rose from his back, and he was instantly on guard. In order to meditate, he swung his palm back suddenly, followed by his figure, as if he wanted to disappear out of thin air.

It's a pity that although he reacted fast enough and fast enough, he still received a sword firmly on his shoulder, and his blood flushed instantly.

Zhang Muyang saw his success with a sword, and stopped chasing him, standing in the air and said: "Are you hurt now? What do you think you are pretending to be? Don't you know that all villains die from talking and pretending?"

At this time, the old monk's face was full of resentment and ashen, his eyes were fixed on Zhang Muyang, and he stretched out his hand to pat on his shoulder. The wound healed instantly, and then the figure moved, and a sound exploded in the air: "Boy, what are you doing?" I'm going to die."

He hasn't been injured for a long time, he can't even remember the last time he bled, but he was injured here, and he was a damn Chinese, his anger was like an erupting volcano, and he couldn't contain it anymore .

"Whoa!"

There was another sound of breaking through the air, but this time it was the old monk who pretended to be a ghost. He made successive moves and was about to take down Zhang Muyang. After a few moves, it seemed that Zhang Muyang was slippery.

He roared angrily: "Huaxia boy, do you only know how to sneak attack and escape? Didn't you just say you want to kill God? Wasn't your tone just now so arrogant? Come on, fight me." Suddenly, a bloodstain exploded on his calf.

At some point, Zhang Muyang stabbed his calf with a sword: "Do you feel that you are very angry now, you can't chase after you, and you can't hit if you hit me, so I will ask you if you are angry, what do you mean?" Is this what the gods are capable of? Hurry up and leave the group, aren't you afraid of embarrassing the gods?"

Zhang Muyang's words almost made the old monk spit blood out of anger, his face was no longer red or iron blue, but frankly colorful.If he could, he would eat its flesh raw and drink its blood.

"Boy, I found this by myself."

The old monk murmured softly. His originally rickety and weak body suddenly seemed to grow again, his face became radiant, and his thin body was filled with flesh and blood. In the blink of an eye, the old thin old man turned into a A slender middle-aged man, even the hair that didn't exist before grew out.

Zhang Muyang clapped his hands and said, "Grandson, how did you do this trick? If you teach me two tricks, you will be a blessing to those bald people after you die."

For Zhang Muyang's ridicule, the old monk oh no, he should be called a middle-aged man now, and he ignored it. He moved his hands and feet lightly, as if he was familiar with the body again. "Chinaman, your behavior just now has successfully aroused my anger, and I will let you experience what fear is." He said, and a bloody spear appeared in his hand out of thin air.

"die!"

The middle-aged man after the transformation did not talk so much nonsense just now. After a word, the bloody spear had already been thrown towards Zhang Muyang. Zhang Muyang could not avoid this move. All tightly locked.

Are you finally serious?

The corner of Zhang Muyang's mouth twitched into a smile, enough teasing, and it's time for dinner, the fairy sword in his hand flashed out, and the bright sword light collided fiercely with the bloody spear that seemed to carry the power of heaven and earth.

"Boom!"

Violent explosions echoed in the hall like thunderclaps, but what was surprising was that under such a large aftermath of energy, the hall was actually stable, but trembled a few times, showing no sign of falling apart.

The confrontation between the two of them may not have any reaction in this hall, but it caused an uproar at the foot of Shenfeng Mountain and inside the entire ruins. When the huge cracking sound came out, everyone here, no matter what What he was doing, even if he was trembling with life and death, he couldn't help but stop and look towards the place where the sound came from.

"It's such a terrifying energy. Is this the birth of the hidden power of Dongpu? How could there be such a big commotion." A North American casual cultivator, holding a magic weapon in his hand, looked blankly in the direction of Shenfeng Mountain. He was about to fight someone, a sudden energy overthrew them all to the ground.At that moment, he seemed to feel a kind of infinite terror, as if he was an ant, who would be trampled to death inadvertently.

In the valley not far from Shenfeng Mountain, several great magicians looked at each other in dismay: "This...what is this situation, how can there be such terrifying energy fluctuations here."

"Everyone, rush to Shenfeng Mountain." The Dongying warrior who was intercepting and killing casual cultivators, after feeling such energy fluctuations, his expression changed, and he hurriedly rushed to Shenfeng Mountain after giving an order.That was their main target this time.

When everyone was in a daze, only Monk Fangzheng, who led the treasure hunting team alone, seemed to understand something, and he murmured: "Are you messing around again? No wonder you have to act alone. It's a good thing, so Did he break through the terrifying fluctuations in spiritual power? Or is this his original strength."

When everyone was guessing or marveling at this terrifying energy, the two fighting parties started a new round of confrontation. As for the reaction of outsiders, they didn't care at all.

(End of this chapter)