"Alas, it seems that in the face of mandrills, a mountain spirit and wild monster known for its ferocity. You really can't be merciful! However, soft-heartedness is the power of the strong. That is, I don't care about these guys at all. If the strength was still weak, it would have been killed in minutes long ago. ”

Fu Yang thought very casually in his heart, and he was not in a hurry.

In fact, he himself wanted to see the scene when he faced a large group of mandrills alone!

After all, less than a year ago, a large group of their supernatural beings were chased and fled for their lives by mandrills. Very aggrieved. This time, I want to come to the ruins of Yu Hengzi's mausoleum again, and I can also pretend to be a ......

Really.

As soon as the sturdy mandrill signaled to call for companionship, the surrounding dense forest immediately resounded with the sound of rustling.

Soon surrounded Fu Yang. Tall figures like ghosts emerged from the forest. All have blood-red eyes, sharp claws, and teeth. It gives a terrible shock and intimidation.

Even if it is an ordinary four-pot real person, in the face of such a scene, I am afraid that it is also terrifying.

But Fu Yang was not afraid at all.

He faced the mandrills that surrounded him in droves all over the mountains, but he easily twisted his neck and moved his wrist. He said to himself: "Since the cultivation of orthodox Taoism has been promoted to the four real people, I haven't had a good test and actual combat. Wei Ke had told him before, let him pay attention to the cultivation of the ghost path, and the spells of the Maoshan faction should not be left behind. Just use these mandrills to practice your hands. ”

Roar, roar, roar!

The mandrill that had been injured by Fu Yang's claws just now let out an angry roar, and many echoes of harmony immediately sounded among the mandrill group. It is estimated that they are all some mandrills with relatively high status.

Boom, boom.

Dozens or hundreds of terrifying mandrills came towards Fu Yang at the same time. The momentum is violent, and the power is even more amazing than the impact of hundreds of tigers at the same time. If it weren't for the super strong, it would be scared to pee on the spot when I saw such a picture.

However, Fu Yang was not in a hurry, and directly stretched out his finger and drew talismans in the air.

The speed at which his fingertips slid across the void was so fast that the human eye could not see it clearly. A talisman phantom was formed in an instant.

Almost in an instant!

Fu Yang actually drew a talisman phantom in each of the four directions of east, west, south and north, suspended around his body, releasing wisps of spiritual power.

Call!

He took a deep breath, and then his Dao spiritual power shook, and he was suddenly shocked.

"Urgency is like a law, and Sanqing gives me authority. The fog comes, the fog surges, and the mountain fog becomes a door! ”

It had been a long time since Fu Yang had cast such a complete spell. As soon as his voice fell, hulala!

A large amount of white fog appeared out of thin air, quickly converging into four tall white mist gates in all directions!

Each wall is three feet high and about two feet wide. Standing in the glade, it looks very magical.

This is the four real-life Maoshan Dao Techniques - the Gate of Mountain Mist!

Bang dang!

The four gates formed by the white mist suddenly opened, and there was a heavy sound like that of a real big iron door when it opened. Then, immediately afterward, a huge suction force emerged from the white mist gate.

Whew!

A hurricane was formed almost visible to the naked eye, spiraling inward.

Those mandrills who desperately rushed towards Fu Yang, screaming and screaming. Where did you expect that there would be such a sassy operation?

All confused.

But it was too late.

The Gate of the Mountain Mist sucked in at least half of the mandrills. Then the fog gate closed again with a thud. After about a second or two, it suddenly opened again.

The intense suction suddenly turned into a strong repulsion. Throwing out all the mandrills that had been sucked in just now was extremely powerful. It's like putting a mandrill in the barrel of a cannon and then igniting it and blasting it out.

One by one, the mandrills flew out like cannonballs. If you look closely, you can see that they are almost a circle smaller than they were just now. The strong muscles also dried up at this time. I don't know what kind of spell attack I experienced in this "Mountain Mist Gate......

Bang bang bang, bang bang!

The mandrills that were ejected from the door just happened to hit the mandrills that rushed behind them. The rest of them were knocked to the ground and rolled into a ball, with a burst of wails.

"Awesome or me! With one trick, at least half of the mandrills here lost their combat effectiveness in a short period of time. How can it be possible to do it in the early stage of the ordinary four real people? ”

Fu Yang was complacent.

That's right!

Although his Maoshan technique has just been promoted to the cultivation realm of the Four Jar True Beings, in terms of the strength of the True Dao Technique, it is at least comparable to the middle to late stage of the Four Jar Realms.

Of course, if you consider the power of the ghost path and the state of the phantom god armor, then you can directly work hard with the five real people!

In fact, this move, "Mountain Mist Gate", was originally a high-level Dao technique that could only be cultivated in the middle of the four real people. Fu Yang can show it, which shows his high talent.

It's a pity that although this forced pretending is not bad, no one looks at it in the wilderness......

Although the mandrills are fierce and brutal, they gather in groups deep in the mountains to dominate the king. But it's not pure silly either.

Seeing that Fu Yang's strength was so fierce, where did he dare to rush forward again?

One by one, they quickly let out frightened sounds from their mouths, and soon scattered in all directions, and fled back to the depths of the dense forest and disappeared. The rest were more seriously injured and lay down in the glade waiting to die.

Fu Yang also lost interest in killing them. I wanted to get one to eat - this pure game is absolutely delicious! But when I think that mandrills walk upright and resemble human shapes, I must be in my heart when I eat them. I can only give up.

So he whistled and continued to walk, and his heart was happy.

"If I had the strength to do this? Why bother? Well. Let's go to the main burial chamber in the Yuhengzi Mausoleum. The last time the mausoleum collapsed, I was still very weak, and I didn't have the ability to store a lot of rare treasures. only took less than one-fifth of the funeral goods and left, and most of them were picked up casually by Master Xiong's dead fat cat. This time I tried to take them all. ”

It turned out that this guy was not only thinking about Master Xiong and the little turtle, but came to visit them. By the way, there is also this purpose!

But......

Anyway, Yu Hengzi is an old-timer of his own sect, and he is the only Taoist descendant of the Shushan Ghost Sect in this era. It's okay to accept the inheritance of the sect's predecessors, right?

Fu Yang's idea is indeed very reasonable.

Yu Hengzi wants to know, and he must also hope that he can accept more of his inheritance. There will be opportunities in the future to revive the ghost gate of Shushan! Although this goal now seems to be a long way off. (2nd Update)

Writing this, Lao Wu has a feeling that time flies. Think about Fu Yang at that time, a group of people were chased by mandrills......

(End of chapter)