"Run?"

Zhao Yun gave a sonorous shout and chased Wang Yang into the forest.

Then, I heard a roaring sound in the forest.

The two started fighting again, both in the form of demons, one rolling around, the other with surging energy and blood, both with terrifying fighting power. They fought from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, from the foot of the mountain to the mountain, and from the mountain to the top of the mountain.

Everywhere is a mess, with palm prints, fist shadows, sword lights, and sword lights. There are too many to count. Every time they collide, a black halo spreads. Pieces of towering ancient trees are cut in half; rock walls one after another,

The rocks were blown away by the earthquake.

Looking outside, you can still see mountain peaks collapsing one after another.

If the Xuanyang Realm can create such a scene, it will shock the world if word spreads.

And Prajna was the one who was shocked.

Dapeng had already taken her away and put her on his back.

It hovers in the sky, overlooking the sky, and can clearly see the battle in the mountains.

It is not difficult to see that Zhao Yun had the upper hand, and he withstood the strong attack and attacked without any defense. For someone like Wang Yang, beating him to pieces would not be enough, he would have to be beaten to ashes in one breath. Fortunately, he had

With strong foundation, the Ten Thousand Immortals Art to restore scars, the Earth Spirit Spell to absorb the power of the earth, and the clones to continuously transmit essence, it is possible to attack unscrupulously.

If you can't kill him once, kill him twice.

If twice doesn't work, then kill three times.

He doesn't believe in evil, and he doesn't believe that Wang Yang can't be defeated.

ah!

Wang Yang screamed, being fucked all the way until he couldn't stand still.

Being attacked by Zhao Yun is a trivial matter, but what is more uncomfortable is the backlash from the evil spirit.

It felt like countless moths were tearing at his body and gnawing at his spirit. The wails and screams of the resentful spirits seemed to be full of irresistible magic, not only disrupting his state of mind, but also seeming to devour him.

With his mind and all these things, he couldn't use his peak combat power at all, how could he stop Zhao Yun's attack.

"So strong."

Prajna's face turned pale when he saw it. He was talking about Zhao Yun and Wang Yang.

The two Xuanyang realms were able to hit mountains one after another until they collapsed, which proved that their combat prowess was incredible. One had unlimited magic power, the other had endless energy and blood. They were both unique monsters.

Gua! Gua!

Dapeng kept screaming, and he didn't know whether he was cheering for Zhao Yun or cursing. The scolding was also cursing Prajna. Your compassion comes at a heavy price. Every innocent creature is the masterpiece of Buddha. If Zhao Yun hadn't gone to the Buddha's land,

, if the owner had not wanted to find the bodhi flower, this mount would have torn this Buddhist believer to pieces alive.

Its screams seemed to be understood by Prajna.

Because I understood, I remained silent. I don’t know whether it was regret or confusion.

The Buddhist ambitions she upheld seemed to be stained with too much blood. No wonder Ji Hen was hostile to her. Perhaps among those who died tragically, there were relatives and old friends of Ji Hen. She saved a person who shouldn't have been saved, and disturbed her.

She was the culprit because of the karma of others and the death of countless lives.

puff!

she

While he was lost in thought, Wang Yang was bleeding again and was chopped off by Zhao Yun with a sword.

"burst."

Zhao Yun gave a cold scolding and put explosive symbols all over Wang Yang's body, intending to blow this murderous maniac to pieces again.

However, the explosive talisman does not explode.

In other words, there is some kind of restriction engraved on Wang Yang's body, specifically designed to defeat explosives.

That's right, after suffering the loss of the explosive talisman once, how can he be unprepared? The explosive talisman has no effect on him.

"Damn it." Zhao Yun's eyes were cold and he raised his sword again.

Wang Yang gritted his teeth, but refused to fight, turning around and running away. He needed to find a place to refine the resentful spirit first. Although the ants were weak, but their number reached a certain limit, it was enough to make him uncomfortable.

"You can't leave." Zhao Yun kept chasing after him. Once he caught up, he would unleash a whole set of secret techniques that he had learned all his life. Wang Yang was hit frequently and his blood and bones were scattered all the way.

"Is the true energy unlimited?" Wang Yang looked ferocious. He really underestimated Tianzong Ji Hen. His magic power was as powerful as him, and his energy and blood had been depressed several times. This Xuanyang second level, even if he has opened the Danhai,

It is impossible to have so much real energy, and the more he fights, the harder he fights. The strong vitality makes him shocked.

Destroy!

Zhao Yun caught up again and knocked Wang Yang over with his palm.

At the same moment, nine swords of Killing Immortals were slashed out, poking out nine bloody holes in Wang Yang's body. The most terrifying one even chopped off half of Wang Yang's head. That was all, without delaying Wang Yang's escape.

The bloody holes in his body were restored one by one, and half of his severed head was completely regenerated.

Zhao Yun was shocked, this guy was more resistant to being beaten than Chu Wushuang.

"You can't kill him." Moon God said calmly.

"How many lives does he have?" Zhao Yun asked while attacking.

"What he cultivates is an immortal demonic skill that devours living beings to increase his magic power. Every time he devours a person, a soul will be trapped in his body, and that soul is a life." Moon God said.

Zhao Yun frowned after hearing this.

This was the first time he had heard of such an evil and terrifying secret method. No wonder he couldn't kill Wang Yang. It turned out that guy came with his own resurrection armor, and there were more than one. According to the moon god, Wang Yang had at least several thousand lives. The devil knows who he is.

How many lives have been swallowed.

In this way, Wang Yang would have to be killed at least thousands of times. I am afraid that he would die of exhaustion before killing Wang Yang. It is true that the essence, energy, and blood are constantly flowing, but it does not mean that the energy is unlimited.

"Isn't there a simple way to kill this kind of people?" Zhao Yun asked again.

"Yes, we found his true body." Moon God said leisurely.

"real body?"

"The true body is his root. Cutting off the root is more straightforward than anything else."

"Then where is his true body?" Zhao Yun asked subconsciously.

"Not here, in a very

Far away." The Moon God stretched out and yawned, which made Zhao Yun squint. If I didn't tell him about this before, I would have been lying awake most of the night.

"Holy Son." While the two were talking, they suddenly heard a call.

"Help me." Wang Yang shouted and went straight to the source of the sound.

"Holy Son?" Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows after hearing this, he must have understood something. ??

Mozi said that the Immortal Demon King only has five lines of inheritance left, and each line has a saint son, and Wang Yang must be one of them. Even if he doesn’t know which lineage it is, it’s his fault, so he should have a good chat with Mozi.

When it comes to the inheritance of each lineage, he is not so passive. As Mozi said, he is the weakest saint among the five lines. Not to mention the Holy Son of the Devil Palace, let alone Wang Yang, he is stronger than the Devil. So much

Even killing him was very difficult, let alone the devil.

boom!

Accompanied by an explosion, the sky in the distance rumbled.

A powerful man with a large number of votes is coming, and the demon is monstrous. He is obviously looking for Wang Yang.

"I can't help it anymore."

Zhao Yun took a deep breath and gave up the pursuit. Wang Yang could not be killed in a short time. If the strong men arrived and killed him, he would be the one who was destroyed. In such a situation, it would be better to leave early. Finding Wang Yang's true body is the best way.

.

"Where to go?" Wang Yang howled angrily, and stopped running away. He shot back and tried to hold Zhao Yun back. When the strong man arrived, his merits would be complete.

"roll."

Zhao Yun swung his dragon's tail and knocked Wang Yang over.

Before Wang Yang could stand firm, the roc swooped down from the sky, carrying Zhao Yun soaring into the sky.

"Son."

Dozens of figures soon fell down, all of whom were at the peak of Ksitigarbha.

Zhao Yun didn't know that he was a strong man in the Devil's Nest, and he still doesn't know which saint son Wang Yang is.

"Chase, chase and catch the ones alive."

Wang Yang was like a mad dog, roaring hysterically.

There was no need for him to say that more than a dozen blood eagles had already streaked across the sky. There was a person standing on each blood eagle, locking Zhao Yun's aura and chasing him all the way. The person who could beat the Holy Son so badly was probably not an unknown person.

Gua!

The roc was as fast as a startling light, like a golden light streaking across the sky.

Zhao Yun flicked his hands and used more than a dozen speed talismans. Dapeng was even faster.
To be continued...