"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"

The famous sword that flew by the handle was like rain falling from the sky, and it fell heavily with the sound of sonorous gold and stone. It's a long story, but it's only a third of a moment. Then, the earth-shattering sword that was also thousands of zhang long was shattered and frantically disintegrated under this palm!

Rumble!

The old lion king's eyes widened angrily, and he slammed his scepter.

The next moment.

The giant palm that was like a bamboo, it was smashed down frantically with a posture that was several times more ferocious than before, or even dozens of times. Immediately afterwards, it can be seen that the 36,000 swords were actually slapped alive under this slap.

The peerless sword qi has already become extremely dim!

"It seems that your sword move was still broken by me!"

A hint of pride flashed in the old lion king's eyes.

"I still have a sword!"

Yang Mucheng's pupils exploded.

The sword qi that was already dim and was about to be extinguished at any time like a candle flame actually grew violently at this moment, bursting out with a burst of earth-shattering blood light.

"That's?"

Chen Longxiang and the others let out a burst of exclamations.

Saw.

The last sword that Yang Mucheng had left was actually bright red all over, as if it was made of blood jade. As the sword flew by, it was like a round of blood rising from the sun, and even rendered the entire cave in a bloody color at this moment.

"Boom !!"

This earth-shattering blood ray, like a sea of blood churning up from the underworld, slammed into the giant palm of the sky in an instant.

In a flash.

This giant palm was suddenly torn apart by this sword!

"What?"

A hint of shock flashed in the old lion king's eyes.

However, the next moment, only the sound of a sword blade and a tearing flesh was heard.

The blood-drinking sword was like lightning, quickly piercing the throat of the old lion king, carrying a splatter of blood. What a big head flew up on the spot......

"Father!"

"Father!"

The lion king tribe wailed.

Immediately.

These hateful eyes shot towards Yang Mucheng in unison. However, even the old lion king died in the hands of Yang Mucheng, how could these ordinary lion kings be Yang Mucheng's opponents? Within a moment, the entire cave was already full of blood.

"If you knew this was the case, why did you bother in the first place?"

Yang Mucheng shook his head slowly.

He had already let the Lion King tribe leave, but they didn't want to, and now they can't blame others for this kind of fate.

"Spiritual veins!"

But.

Yang Mucheng's attention was not distracted for too long, and all his thoughts were placed on the spiritual veins. Isn't it this spiritual vein that I have been looking for since I came to the Great Wilderness Mountain before?

Rumble!

He grabbed it with his big hand, and the spiritual veins suddenly trembled violently, as if they were resisting fiercely.

But.

After all, this spiritual vein has not yet produced an independent consciousness, so how can it break free from Yang Mucheng's palm. Just as the spirit vein was about to be subdued by Yang Mucheng, a long sigh came from a distance.

"Old Demon Yang, you better put it down!"

Talking.

It's Chen Longxiang!

The dying old man, who had already stepped into the coffin with half of his feet in it, held up his face full of corpse spots and looked at Yang Mucheng lightly. A pair of deep eyes were full of 'I want to grab the spiritual vein'!

"Oh?"

Yang Mucheng raised his eyebrows and looked at the other party with a smile. "I didn't expect you to refuse to repent at this level?"

Yang Mucheng didn't care about Chen Longxiang and the others at all.

In his opinion.

After killing the old lion king on the spot and leveling the entire lion king tribe, these people should be able to run away with their tails between their legs. But I didn't expect that at this juncture, they would dare to jump out?

But see.

Chen Longxiang sighed, as if he was very sorry.

"Old Devil Yang, you are unparalleled in talent and in the prime of life. Naturally, I don't know the distress of our people! I, Chen Longxiang, practiced boxing at the age of three, Neijin at the age of five, Xuanqi at the age of eighteen, Jin Dan at the age of three hundred and sixty, and half-step Shennian at the age of 1,600. ”

"I thought I would break through the shackles and reach the gods! Unfortunately, I didn't expect this shackle to be stuck with me for thousands of years. My life is at the end of my life, my body is covered with corpse spots, and my qi and blood have been weakened to the extreme. In addition to me, the same is true of these old brothers. ”

He pointed at Dugu Zhenyi, and then pointed at the others, with a look of hatred on his face.

"Now, this spiritual vein is our hope for the continuation of longevity. In order to survive, let alone you, even if it is the emperor Laozi, I have to pull off the horse. ”

Lonely Zhenyi clenched the Shura blood spear, snorted coldly, and said: "What are you talking about with this kid? He fought with the old lion king, and killed so many lion kings, now I am afraid that he has already been weak and has no strength to fight anymore! Let's kill this kid first, divide his five horses, and then assign the ownership of this spiritual vein!"

"I agree!" said an old woman whose hair was almost falling out, and took two trembling steps. "This spiritual vein is a little bigger than we imagined, enough for ten people to absorb it. We don't have to kill each other...... Each person absorbs one copy, first breaks through the shackles, relieves the worry of life, and then looks for the next spiritual vein, I don't know what this means?"

"I agree!" Dugu Zhenyi pondered for a moment and nodded very seriously.

"I agree!" Chen Longxiang nodded.

After all.

For them, if they can not fight, they will not fight. After all, the spirit vein is right in front of you, and no one wants to die at the last step.

As for Yang Mucheng.

They don't even care.

The combat effectiveness that this kid had shown before was indeed terrifying, not inferior to any of them at all. But now, when he fought with the old lion king, he was covered in wounds, and there was no good place on his body, and it was already good to be able to stand, and as for the battle, he naturally didn't have to think about it at all.

"The location of the spiritual vein was the first one I discovered, so I should get an extra copy!" Chen Longxiang said lightly. "In the past, when I was looking for the spiritual gate, I served as the owner of the door, and I also made a lot of contributions to everyone. So, if I get an extra copy, you should have no objections, right?"

"Why?" said Dugu Zhenyi with a sneer. "The Spirit Gate is long gone, don't take the credit of fifty-six years ago to the present. There is only one copy for each person, and the equal share is divided!"

Yang Mucheng stood in place.

He just thought it was funny.

He himself was still standing on the spiritual veins, and the people were not dead yet, and these people had already discussed how to distribute the spiritual veins. I didn't put him in my eyes, as if he didn't exist.

"Did you make a mistake?" Yang Mucheng unceremoniously interrupted the conversation of several people, and looked over with a smile. "I said, do you have your share in this spiritual vein?"

Swish!

At this moment, all eyes swept over in unison.

There is sympathy, there is disdain, there is sneer, but more often than not, it is mockery.

(End of chapter)