Zhan Ziyang has already made a decision in his heart. Even if he cannot escape from the interception of the seven sects, he can still hide in the reincarnation space. It is absolutely impossible for him to be captured without help. Even if the Taoist Wushu doesn't kill him, he will still be the same when he gets to Shake the Rain Palace.
Danger
Taoist Wuwei's face turned red. He had been practicing for thousands of years and no one had dared to speak to him like this. However, Zhan Ziyang mocked him again and again. His expression instantly turned ferocious and he shouted angrily: "Junior brother, get him here."
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"Yes." Another monk in the late stage of divine transformation nodded slightly, looked at Zhan Ziyang with murderous intent, and said: "Junior, if you obey obediently, I will not make things difficult for you, otherwise don't blame me for bullying the younger ones.
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Zhan Ziyang smiled indifferently, not afraid of the other party's threat, and said with a cold look: "Then try and see if you can capture me, Zhan Ziyang!"
"court death!"
The monk in the late stage of becoming a god suddenly became angry. Looking at the entire Xiazhou County and several surrounding counties, no one dared to talk to him like this. Even the elders of the other second-rate sects, no one dared to offend him easily.
But Zhan Ziyang didn't take him, a monk in the late stage of spiritual transformation, into his eyes at all. His eyes suddenly turned cold, and with a wave of his big hand, a strong wind suddenly blew up, and he transformed into a big hand and covered Zhan Ziyang.
The big hand is like a dark cloud covering the sky, with the power of thunder and lightning appearing on it. The strong pressure, like a tide, quickly sweeps towards Zhan Ziyang
The Xuantian Sect disciples who surrounded Zhan Ziyang burst out with exclamations. This seemingly random blow had the full power of a late-stage True Spirit monk. Zhan Ziyang would definitely not be able to resist it.
But the next scene filled their eyes with shock, completely subverting their thoughts.
Zhan Ziyang's eyes were solemn, and the Yin spirit power in his body boiled instantly and poured into his right fist.
The entire right fist suddenly flashed with a burst of black light, like a heavy hammer, bursting out with a huge force that shook the sky, and immediately hit the huge palm.
"boom!"
The space shook violently, and the big hand flashing with thunder was immediately smashed by Zhan Ziyang's punch and scattered instantly.
"What kind of strange power is this, that it can break the martial arts uncle's moves with one blow?"
"How can his physique be so strong? This punch is enough to compare with the attack of a low-grade spiritual weapon."
The disciples of the Xuantian Sect who were watching Zhan Ziyang were all surprised and doubtful. Even some monks in the Phantom Infant Realm even secretly guessed in their hearts that if they faced this seemingly random attack from the monk in the Transformation Stage, they might not be as good as Zhan Ziyang.
Ziyang broke through so easily
Moreover, Zhan Ziyang's current cultivation level is only at the level of the Great Perfection of the Innate Ninth Level, but he has such a powerful combat power. If he is allowed to grow, no one can imagine his future achievements.
Wu Wu Taoist and the monk in the late stage of divine transformation were also amazed, but they woke up instantly. They thought that Zhan Ziyang had a special physique of Yin Yang Holy Body, and he had such combat power.
Taoist Wuwei's eyes were solemn, and he had some understanding of the Yin-Yang Holy Body. He couldn't help but feel a pity. If it weren't for the existence of the curse, Zhan Ziyang's future achievements would surely shock the world. He sighed, and Taoist Wuwei urged: "Junior Brother,
Don't get entangled with him, just capture him directly."
The monk in the late stage of spiritual transformation nodded lightly, glanced at Zhan Ziyang with a cold look, made a secret with his left hand, pointed forward with his right hand, and a blue beam of light suddenly shot out like a bright train.
Zhan Ziyang's face was extremely solemn. Looking at the blue beam of light that was shooting quickly, he did not dare to be careless in the slightest, and even felt a little palpitated.
He felt from the blue beam that it was not weaker than the full blow of the monk in the middle stage of the Phantom Infant. With his current strength, there was no way he could take it hard.
When the blue beam of light was about to reach in front of him, Zhan Ziyang's eyes narrowed, and the ten-finger spirit formula flashed quickly, and pieces of flame suddenly appeared around him.
Like a flame that can burn the air, it beat violently, and an extremely powerful wave of spiritual power floated out. In an instant, it gathered into three shields, blocking him in front of him. At the same time, a set of flame armor also appeared on his body.
This is the top-level fire defense magical combat skill left by Jiuli that Zhan Ziyang obtained, "Flame Armor"
"Such a powerful spiritual power fluctuation, senior brother, what kind of magical power is this?" A monk in the early stage of the Phantom Infant asked with surprise in his eyes.
"This terrifying spiritual power fluctuation, if I guessed correctly, should be the top-level defensive magical power of the fire system." Another monk in the early stage of the Phantom Infant also said with an incredulous look on his face.
The other disciples who besieged Zhan Ziyang suddenly burst into exclamations after hearing the conversation between the two men, and some even had greed in their eyes.
The monk in the late stage of becoming a god was also surprised. The news he got from the Qingyun Sect only said that Zhan Ziyang had mastered the top-level combat skills of the thunder system, but he did not know that he also had the top-level defensive combat skills of the fire system.
technology
However, this monk in the late stage of divine transformation does not have too much to worry about. Although the top-level magical combat skills are powerful, they also depend on the realm in which they are used.
Zhan Ziyang is only in the realm of the Great Perfection of the ninth level of Xiantian, and cannot yet exert the true power of this combat technique.
"Hmph, even with the top-level combat skills you have displayed, you still can't stop me. Break it for me." The monk in the late stage of becoming a god shouted with greedy eyes. The spirit formula changed several times in succession. The power of the blue beam
, suddenly increased by two times, which is enough to compare with the full blow of the monks in the late stage of Huanying.
"Whoosh!"
The blue beam of light, swirling with terrifying thunder, quickly crossed the night sky, like a bright meteor, and suddenly hit the three flame shields.
“Bang bang bang!”
Three consecutive vibrations were heard, and the flame shield was instantly blown away like porcelain. The blue beam of light was not offset much, and it hit the flame armor straightly.
"Bang!"
The flame armor blocked it for a moment and then was shattered. Zhan Ziyang opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood. He was shot down high into the air and fell quickly to the ground.
And that terrifying blue beam was completely offset at the moment the flame armor shattered.
The monks in the late stage of transformation saw Zhan Ziyang being shot down, and without stopping at all, the flying sword at his feet stretched out his big hand and grabbed him towards his rapidly falling figure.
But at this moment, a blue flying sword quickly shot over from the far sky with a "swish", and stabbed straight at the monk in the late stage of spiritual transformation who stretched out his big hand to grab Zhan Ziyang.