As soon as the Golden Lion Ancestor finished speaking, the "Ghost Temple" of Yama Island also laughed and said: "This person is so bold, but he cannot hide it from the eyes of our Yin and Yang judges. Now he has been injured by the power of Linglong's self-destruction. I am afraid that his soul will no longer exist."
, with only a little bit of true spirit left, you will die in an instant!”
"It's just that he underestimated our overseas holy island. It can be said that he didn't take the road provided by heaven, and he threw himself into the earth without any way. He is looking for death, and he can't blame others!" Qing Niu Ancestor twisted his beard and smiled.
"Let me go and have a look. If there is still a real spirit, I can capture it and present it to the commander so that he can be interrogated clearly."
The Golden Lion Ancestor wanted to perform meritorious deeds, so he immediately shouted, turned into an escaping light, and was the first to rush into the twisted space.
This move was also sudden. The Yin-Yang Judge and the White-haired Patriarch next to him frowned, but the Golden Lion Patriarch had already gone and they couldn't stop him. Moreover, the power of Linglong's self-destruction was indeed amazing. Wantong was probably very dangerous at such a close position.
A lot of good luck.
Shura, Gui Sha, Wuhen and others were dissatisfied, and thought to themselves: "It is obviously my Yama Island's credit, but he took the lead without authorization. Do you want to get a share of the credit in vain?"
Although they thought so, seeing that Judge Yin and Yang did not stop them, they did not dare to speak out and only sneered in their hearts.
But he said that the Golden Lion Ancestor rushed into the chaotic space, and his figure was quickly obscured by the airflow. Because the space was distorted, everyone could not see clearly what was going on inside. They could only wait for the Golden Lion Ancestor to come out.
However, after a while, the space was still quiet, like a deep pool, without any fluctuations.
"What's going on?" Qing Niu Ancestor frowned and said, "I'm just going to capture a remaining true spirit. I should have it in a moment, why don't you come out?"
"not good!"
The Yin and Yang judges seemed to have noticed something, their expressions suddenly changed, and they almost screamed at the same time.
Among them, Judge Yang flipped his right hand, and a white flag appeared in his hand. He held it in the air and shook it. The smoke in front of him suddenly dispersed, and even the distorted space gradually returned to normal.
I saw a vermilion attic floating in the center of the chaotic space. The roof and four walls of the attic had been exploded, but the bottom was intact, as if a wooden platform was suspended in mid-air.
There is a futon on the high platform, and sitting on the futon is a young man, wearing gray clothes and with a calm expression.
Although the space around him has been shattered, his location is intact, and his aura is like an abyss, which looks unfathomable.
Looking at the bottom of the attic, a sword energy pierced the forehead of the Golden Lion Ancestor and nailed him to the lintel of the attic. At this time, his eyes turned white and there was no breath in his body.
"died?"
When everyone saw this scene, they all took a breath.
"How is that possible!" Veins popped up on the white-haired ancestor's forehead.
It had only been only a dozen breaths since the Golden Lion Ancestor entered this chaotic space, and he was already dead without even a splash?
The white-haired ancestor couldn’t figure it out.
The Golden Lion Ancestor was his subordinate, he had the ability to overcome five difficulties, and his magical powers were not weak. He could fight for a while even if he was in trouble. How could he be killed in just ten breaths?
Others were also horrified, their eyes twitching.
They all knew how powerful Linglong's self-destruction was, but it was unbelievable that he was unscathed at such a close distance!
Everyone showed a look of fear and everyone was on guard. Only the Yin and Yang judge of Yama Island was still calm. The two looked at each other and asked almost at the same time: "Who is your Excellency? Do you dare to tell me your name?"
Liang Yan sat down on the attic, glanced sideways at the Yin Yang Judge, and said with a smile: "Since you two regard yourself as 'judges' and have the ability to decide between life and death, how come you don't recognize my name when you see my true form? If
If you don't know my name, how can you call me 'Judge'? It's just a matter of sensationalism!"
After hearing this, the Yin and Yang judges all had gloomy expressions. Among them, the Yin judge said coldly: "You have such a crazy tone. Do you think you don't take us Holy Island monks seriously?"
Liang Yan laughed heartily and said, "How much can a Xiaoxiao disciple do? I will try your methods today and try them all. Let me break them one by one!"
"That's unreasonable!"
The white-haired ancestor was furious. Although he was also wary of Liang Yan's methods, the other party had obviously not reached the sub-sage realm. There were more than a dozen tribulation ancestors here, and five of them had survived the second disaster or above. If they were still defeated by this
If one person taunts someone, if word spreads, they will lose all their dignity.
"You are not a sub-sage. How dare you say such arrogant words? Let me test your skills and see what you can do!"
The white-haired ancestor shouted loudly, white hair sprouted all over his body, his body more than doubled in size, and he rushed towards Liang Yan.
The secret method of Jin'ao Island is unique. They will fuse a mysterious totem into their bodies before they reach the golden elixir realm. After cultivating the golden elixir, they can use the totem to fuse the corresponding monsters and refine the power of the monsters into their own blood.
In order to use the various innate magical powers of the monster.
The demonic beast bloodline fused by the White-haired Ancestor is the "Huntian Demonic Ape"!
This monster is not only extremely powerful and destructive, but also has rough skin and thick flesh, making it invulnerable. After the white-haired ancestor fused with it, it was as if he had been reborn. The strength of his flesh and blood is comparable to that of the same realm of physical cultivation. At the same time, he also possesses the magical power of a monster.
He is gifted with magical powers and his strength is truly astonishing.
He liked to get close to others when fighting, so he rushed in front of Liang Yan immediately, swung his iron fist covered with white hair, and punched Liang Yan in the chest.
boom!
This punch was earth-shattering, shattering the surrounding space, and its power was unimaginable.
But what shocked everyone was that after the loud noise, the man in gray clothes still sat cross-legged, and despite the white-haired ancestor's fist hitting his chest, it was as if he hit an indestructible city wall, and there was not even a trace of scar.
No!
"this"
The demons overseas were all shocked, with disbelief in their eyes.
You must know that the White-haired Ancestor's punch was powerful and heavy. Although they were not afraid and had all the means to resolve it, they would never bear it with their physical bodies.
Faced with such a powerful punch, the man in gray did not dodge, and even though the white-haired ancestor hit him, he did not suffer any injuries, and did not even let him move a step!
This is simply appalling!
"The power of the demon ape is nothing more than this."
Liang Yan chuckled and said: "After all, they are heretics. They are not orthodox like me. I have to practice hard to become proud. Today I will teach you the difference between right and wrong."
After saying that, his right hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed the iron fist of the white-haired ancestor. Then he exerted force with his five fingers, golden light burst out, and a sound of "Ka! Ka!" was heard, and the white-haired ancestor's fist was unexpectedly struck by Liang Yansheng.
crumb!
"ah!"
The white-haired ancestor let out a shrill scream and tried his best to break free from Liang Yan's hand. He hurriedly backed away until he was a thousand feet away and near the group of demons, and then he could breathe a little easier.
Looking at his right arm again, the divine power of the Vajra went all the way up the arm, crushing the bones of his right arm and shattering them inch by inch. At this time, it was already hanging down helplessly.
"This man's physical strength is so terrifying!"
Even the white-haired ancestor who had experienced many battles could not help but take a breath of cold air at this time, with a look of horror in his eyes.
To say that Liang Yan cultivated Taoism with a sword, his physical strength was not weak at all.
He has practiced "Eight Divisions of Evolution" for many years, and his physical strength is already strong. After the battle in Wuzhuang Mountain, he entered the Tianji Pavilion ruins and obtained the mysterious spiritual spring left by the Two Saints of Tianji to temper his physical body. Later, he obtained the Heavenly Thunder to temper his body.
The power of his physical body is actually so strong that it is outrageous.
In Liang Yan's current state, he is probably only 30% short of the physical power he envisions to be able to condense the sword's heart and open up the universe of the sword's heart, but compared to the white-haired ancestor, it is much better than the white-haired ancestor.
.
Linglong had just self-destructed in front of him, but such a powerful force did not hurt him at all. The demons thought he had some special magical power and avoided this power.
In fact, it was not the case. There was no bells and whistles at all. He relied purely on physical strength to resist, and no injuries were left at all.
Seeing the lights brightly lit in the night and the demons surrounding him, Liang Yan was not afraid at all.
He stood up from the attic, flicked his right sleeve, and revealed a flying sword, which was the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword. He placed it on his head, looked around, and laughed: "I have heard that overseas secret arts are weird and mysterious.
What's more, I am also coming from overseas, and I am about to see your methods, who among you will come first to sacrifice the sword?"
After saying that, he took a step and his fierce momentum spread out for hundreds of miles. For some reason, all the demons overseas took a step back in unison.
It was also at this step that everyone woke up, some were ashamed, and some were angry.
"This guy is so unreasonable. No matter how powerful his magical power is, he is still not a sub-sage. He still wants to suppress so many of us with his own power? Is my brain broken, or is his brain broken?" Old Qingniu
Zu was so embarrassed that he became angry and said.
The Ghost Temple of Yama Island also sneered, narrowed his eyes and said: "He knew that he was exposed and there was no way to survive tonight, so he was desperate. They say that one person who fights hard can be as brave as ten people! We must not be impatient, we just need to surround him.
Attack him and this person will die!"
"good."
Judge Yang among the Yin and Yang Judges nodded and said: "The war is coming, we can't harm ourselves. This man is trapped in a beast fight, and of course he wants to kill as many people as possible. You must not be reckless, and trap him first, and then wait.
We two brothers are here to try his methods."
After saying that, he turned his left hand over, and there was an extra chain. At the end of the chain was a silver hook, which was the magic weapon he used to enchant the soul.
After hearing what he said, everyone dispersed in a tacit understanding, with Liang Yan as the center and surrounded by water from all directions.
Judge Yang held a hook in his left hand and a flag in his right hand. He entered the arena first and said calmly: "Judge Yang of Yama Island, I'm here to teach you your brilliant moves."
"Okay, I'll sacrifice your head to the sword first!"
Liang Yan didn't say much, pointed with his hand, and the Purple Thunder Sword Pill pierced the sky, and slashed towards Judge Yang.
Judge Na Yang did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly threw out the silver hook in his hand and began to mutter something.
The silver hook is not very fast, but it turns into a white mist in mid-air and separates into hundreds of chains. Each chain has a hook. They are densely packed, like a huge iron net, locking the surrounding space.
The Purple Thunder Sword Qi rushed forward, and fiercely fought with these chain silver hooks. Both sides had their own strengths, and in a short period of time they were evenly matched.
The sword technique in Liang Yan's hand changed, and he used the "Tianzi Sword Technique". The sword ball swayed with the evil-killing god thunder, and the purple rainbow thunderbolt, like a thunderbolt, rushed into the white mist instantly.
Boom!
Amidst the loud noise, the white mist was split open by the sword light, and Silver Hook's true form appeared, fighting with the Purple Thunder Sword Pill again.
The fight lasted only more than ten rounds, and Judge Yang's face changed slightly. He knew he was outmatched, and hurriedly pulled the chain, trying to take back the silver hook.
But the Purple Thunder Sword Pill was chasing after them, and the two sides were fighting all the way. Those with low cultivation levels could not see the trajectory clearly at all. They could only see a series of afterimages, and the crisp sound of "Dang! Dang! Dang!" could not be heard.
"No, my 'Thousand Ghost Soul-Seizing Hook'!"
Judge Yang's face was no longer calm, he yelled and yanked the chain.
But the sword light followed him like a shadow, like a maggot attached to the bone, never letting it escape. However, in just a few moments, tiny cracks appeared on the silver hook and the chain.
Seeing that the magic weapon was damaged and there was no way to avoid it, Judge Yang was so anxious that he hurriedly shook the white flag in his hand.
I saw gusts of dark wind, howling ghosts and wolves, and countless miserable souls rushing out from the flags. From a distance, it looked like a river of souls rushing towards Liangyan.
"Well done!"
Liang Yan gave a long laugh, pinched the sword in his hand again, and the purple thunder sword light swayed the "Wugou Divine Thunder" again, falling into the soul river, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, rushing left and right, as long as there is a soul ghost approaching, instantly
He was turned into ashes by a sword.
The "Innocent Divine Thunder" is also the nemesis of this spell.
The white flag in Judge Yang's hand is called the "Ten Thousand Souls and Blood River Flag". The souls in the flag have been imprisoned for hundreds of years or thousands of years. They have deep resentment and strong hostility. Ordinary magic weapons will be tainted by the spiritual spirit when they are approached, let alone resisted.
Already.
But the "Innocent Divine Thunder" can purify the resentment of these souls. As long as the soul comes close, the resentment will be immediately dissipated, so where is the power? Once swept away by the sword energy, it will immediately turn into fly ashes and be freed.
The two fought for a while. Judge Yang's spells were weird and endless, but Liang Yan only had a flying sword. No matter how his opponent changed his moves, he used the "Tianzi Sword Technique" to defeat him.
In an instant, the number of souls in the Ten Thousand Souls Blood River Banner was reduced by 30%.
"Oh, this person is my nemesis!"
Judge Yang yelled, not daring to fight any more. He used his magic weapon to cushion his back and wanted to retreat to the rear.
Liang Yan didn't allow him to escape. He took advantage of the victory and pursued him. His sword was flying at full speed, and he laughed and said, "Since I'm going to sacrifice your head to the sword, why should my fellow Taoist refuse? It's better to keep the head on your neck!"
After saying that, the sword light turned again, breaking through the soul river, and went straight to judge Yang's head.
Lu Xiuguan and the two were fighting, and he saw thunder and swords flying in the distance. He suddenly thought of something and shouted: "It turns out to be him! This person is the master of Bihai Palace in Wushuang City, Liang Yan!"
After hearing this, Judge Yin suddenly smiled strangely, nodded and said, "Now that I know this person's name, it's easy to handle. Let me help my junior brother."
Before he finished speaking, a strange writing brush appeared in his hand. The barrel of the pen was pitch black, with nine white skeletons hanging on the top. The tip of the pen was dipped in blood, and he splashed ink in mid-air to write a few big characters.
It's exactly: "Liang Yan, the unparalleled city, died in an ugly moment today!"
