Prehistoric Gourd Supreme

Chapter 109 The Witch Clan Territory (Part [-])
"With great hardship and perseverance, there will be great benefits!"

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yang calmed down and sighed in his heart. He felt that all the suffering he had endured just now was worth it. At the same time, he secretly rejoiced that he persisted. Otherwise, how could he let the blood evolve, let alone get the luck of absorbing energy? God-defying supernatural powers.

He didn't make a fuss about absorbing the spirit of good fortune, and he didn't care about it. No matter how good something is, it is best to turn it into one's own strength and become a part of oneself.

After consolidating his cultivation a little bit, and checking that there was nothing wrong with himself, Zhang Yang escaped from the ground, looked at the rolling jungle around him, and breathed the fresh air in the air. He jumped onto a high mountain and stood On the top of the mountain, looking at the clouds and clouds.Couldn't help but let out a long howl.

The voice was high and far, spread all over the place, not only reverberated in the mountains, and all the beasts in the forest fled in shock, but also echoed in the sea of ​​clouds for a long time, this thick voice conveyed the boundless joy in Zhang Yang's heart.

Suddenly, a dissatisfied, rough voice interrupted Zhang Yang's roar: "Taoist Wu, what are you shouting for?"

Zhang Yang frowned, with a trace of displeasure on his face, he turned around and followed the voice to see a person who was more than ten feet tall, covered in black scales,
Human body with a beast head, exuding a vast and prehistoric aura, carrying a big snow-white stick on his shoulders, with an unknown monster hanging on the stick, shaped like a hill, striding towards Zhang Yang.

"Witch Clan? Or from Zhu Rong's lineage?"

Zhang Yang saw the appearance of the visitor, and his heart moved. He thought of Zhu Rongman, who led the Wu clan to intercept him on Sanguang Mountain. The appearance of the visitor was very similar to him, and he had a guess in his heart.

Zhang Yang still clearly remembers that after he passed the catastrophe of transformation, he inexplicably said that he had killed the Wu Clan, and that he was chased and killed by Zhu Rongyu. The lunatic Dou who is reasonable and only looks at fists can only run away depressed.

I didn't expect to meet the Wu Clan again today, Zhang Yang sighed a bit, isn't the Wu Clan very rare, why suddenly there are more of them, but today is different from the past, with his current cultivation, he is not afraid of the Wu Clan, he can't beat them, He still has the confidence to escape.

Just when Zhang Yang was recalling, the body of the witch clan grew crazily again, and he didn't stop until he was equal to Zhang Yang. Looking at Zhang Yang, his eyes were full of contempt, and he opened his mouth and gritted his teeth: "Who are you? You actually ran to my witch?" Clan site yelling?"

Zhu Rong's mother was passing by here to go to the Gonggong tribe. Who would have wanted to hear someone screaming? Yelling and yelling made him feel upset immediately, so he came over to kill Zhang Yang.

"Witch Clan territory?"

Zhang Yang was taken aback for a moment, showing suspicion. Didn't the Wu Clan live in Buzhou Mountain all the time?Could it be that he didn't leave Buzhou Mountain, but ran to the territory of the Wu Clan?
"What am I yelling at, don't care about your business!"

But seeing the contemptuous look of Zhu Rong's mother in front of him, Zhang Yang felt upset for a while, and retorted.

Zhang Yang belongs to the kind of person who treats him nicely and he treats you nicely, and if you treat him coldly, he will respond tit for tat without being polite.

"you wanna die!"

Zhu Rong's mother, who was holding a big stick, also had a fiery temper, and she drew her sword to face each other when she disagreed with him. When he thought about being arrogant, he roared angrily when he heard Zhang Yang's words, and swung the big stick in his hand, with a dazzling white light, as if With a stick from Qingtian, he slammed it fiercely.

Zhang Yang's eyes were icy cold, he was bullied by the witch clan again and again, and his anger also came up, so he didn't talk nonsense, he directly took out the black knife, soared into the air, and moved it sideways.

Boom boom boom!
With a loud noise, the snow-white stick slammed into the position that Zhang Yang had just occupied, and the entire mountain top hundreds of meters high was shattered by the snow-white stick.

Zhang Yang's eyes narrowed, how much strength would it take for such a high mountain to be broken by him abruptly?Secretly marveling at the great power, at the same time, he also had an intuitive understanding of the Wu Clan, rampant and smashing the vacuum.

With a sneer in his heart, Zhang Yang threw out the treasure-hunting light directly, and went straight to the snow-white stick. At the same time, mana was poured into the black knife, and the black light flickered.

The golden divine light is too domineering, and no spiritual treasure in the world can escape.

A ray of golden light, like a spirit snake, climbed directly onto the snow-white stick in Zhu Rongmu's hand. The brilliance flashed, and the snow-white stick disappeared in his hand.

At this time, snowflakes fell from the sky and fell on his body, and then heavy snow fell from the sky, the east wind danced, and the cold air hit his heart. Before the Wu Clan could react, Zhang Yang slashed at his arm the size of a century-old tree. superior.

puff!
As if cutting a watermelon, the huge arm was cut off by Zhang Yang with a single knife, and the blood was soaring, like magma, emitting endless flames, falling to the ground, no matter what, they burned one after another.

"Ah, you... can actually hurt me? How is this possible?"

Zhu Rong's mother screamed, holding her broken arms in one hand, her face full of horror and disbelief, you must know that his body is comparable to the top-level Houtian Lingbao, even if the Xiantian Lingbao stood on it, it would only leave a wound, a It wasn't for Xiantian Lingbao's ugly black knife that cut off his arm. If it wasn't for the pain in his body, he couldn't believe it was real.

"Who are you?"

When Zhu Rong's mother moved, the blood poured out one after another and entered his body, and the broken arm was put back on the street intact. He knew that he had encountered a hard stubble, so he had to be cautious.

But when he saw Zhang Yang holding his weapon in his hand, Zhu Rong's mother was surprised again.As ugly as his face is, it is as ugly as it is.

Taking the snow-white stick with his big hand, Zhang Yang felt a mountain pressing down, as if weighing a million catties, causing his body to drop suddenly, and he managed to use his mana to barely stabilize his body. ,
Zhang Yang didn't dare to be negligent, and once again shot a ray of light into the big stick. Once inside the big stick, Zhang Yang's face suddenly turned black.

"What the hell is this? It's a waste of time!"

Zhang Yang cursed angrily, and threw away the heavy stick in his hand. There was no restraint, Zhang Yang couldn't refine it, and couldn't drive it, just like a pile of scrap iron.

"Who am I? The one who killed you!" For the first time, Zhang Yang piled up a pile of scrap iron, depressed in his heart, and looked at Zhu Rong's mother with a very unkind expression.

"I know who you are? You are Taoist Calabash."

At this moment, Zhu Rong's mother seemed to think of something.Suddenly he exclaimed, with a strange look in his eyes, regardless of Zhang Yang's threatening words, he looked Zhang Yang up and down, and said: "The person who is talking about in the prehistoric world is you, it's really weird!"

"Everyone is talking about me?"

Zhang Yang was taken aback, a little confused, when did he become so famous, why didn't he know, a little confused what Zhang Yang meant, so he asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"

"Means nothing."

Zhu Rong's mother seemed to be thinking of something happy, she smiled, showing an inexplicable expression, thinking about revenge, sucked her weapon with her big hand, and took a big stride across tens of thousands of miles to the depths of Buzhou Mountain run away.

"Where to go? Speak clearly!"

When Zhang Yang saw that Zhu Rong's mother was about to run away, his face was gloomy, he let out an exclamation, and flew after her.

At the same time, I was still wondering, isn't the Wu clan arrogant and domineering, and they must retaliate. I cut off one of his arms, and he ran away?What is rhythm?
(End of this chapter)