Yang Mucheng stood quietly in place.

Though.

In the eyes of others, he is a pointer to kill the Great Demon Luo, but only he knows the danger in it. He poured the internal strength of his whole body, even the monstrous demonic qi generated by the Demon God Sacrifice, into the Peerless Tribulation God Finger, and bombarded the eyebrows of the Great War Demon Luo.

The Great War Demon Luo forcibly used a force that did not belong to him, so that his body could not support it, and Yang Mucheng injected his power into it again. Suddenly, the Great War Moro was like a balloon filled with water, and something was forcibly stuffed in, and it burst on the spot.

Now.

He was casting the Ancient Heaven Swallowing Technique, absorbing the qi and blood of the Great Battle Demon Luo.

"Yang Zu!"

The four ancestors of the four major families came to Yang Mucheng and shouted respectfully.

"You're not afraid I'll kill you?"

Yang Mucheng stood with his hands in his hands and asked with a smile.

The four major families seemed to be headed by the Qian family, but they saw the ancestor of the Qian family respectfully bowing to Yang Mucheng. The ancestor of the Qian family is thousands of years old, but now he worships a young man, but everyone doesn't think it's abrupt, they just take it for granted. In martial arts cultivation, the master is the first. They had just reached the half-step Divine Dao, and in the face of Yang Mucheng's strength and status, respect was inevitable.

"Ancestor Yang, as the Thirty-Sixth Grandmaster Ancestor, you are an absolute existence, and you are a formidable and powerful being. In front of you, we are just a swarm of ants. The ancestor of the Qian family replied respectfully. "You came to Qicheng, we didn't know that you were coming, and you missed the welcome, so please rest here for a few days......"

"No need, the reason why I stayed in Qicheng was to kill the Great Demon Luo. Now that he's dead, I'll have to go!"

Yang Mucheng shook his head and said.

After all, this is an evil way, and other sects may give up chasing him because of today's battle, but there is still the last presiding abbot left in the Moluo Celestial Elephant Temple. This presiding abbot is a strong man in the Shenhai Sea. The original powerful first-line sect has thousands of disciples, but now he is the only one left, I am afraid that he will be immortal with Yang Mucheng!

"Yes!"

The people did not dare to speak falsely.

Whew-

At this moment, a gust of wind struck, and the sky that had been sparse with stars was suddenly obscured by a thick cloud. This huge cloud cover almost 10,000 meters in radius.

"Yang Mucheng!"

Just when Yang Mucheng looked up suspiciously.

In the thick clouds, there was a cry. This cry was connected in a line, and it was the purest divine thought, which directly drilled into Yang Mucheng's mind.

"You are?"

Yang Mucheng was surprised.

He could feel that there was a large presence hidden in the clouds. "Could it be that you are the ancestor of the Mengqi clan?"

"Exactly...... I have been commissioned by Monchi to come to your rescue. It's just that the concentration of aura in this star is too low, and my strength will also be somewhat limited. It's your previous fight that made me feel your presence. Looking at this look, it seems that I don't need to make a move!" the master of the divine thought, with a bright smile.

Yang Mucheng nodded suddenly.

He already understood the other party's intention, "Are you going to take Xiaojin out of here this time?"

The Old Ancestor replied, "That's right, its body contains enough pure dragon blood, but the bloodline is not pure...... Half of it was occupied. ”

Then.

Yang Mucheng suddenly felt the other party's divine thoughts sweeping over his body, and suddenly the whole person had a feeling of being exposed in front of the other party. However, this feeling only lasted for a moment before it faded.

Immediately after, there was a slight hint of consternation in that divine thought, "Your body also contains some dragon blood. However, it seems that there is still phoenix blood and holy lion blood...... It's a bit of a mess. It's a pity that you're not a demon ......."

Everyone around stood quietly beside Yang Mucheng.

This piece of sky is shrouded in dark clouds.

It looks the same as before the storm, and there is nothing unusual about it. Yang Mucheng looked at the sky with his hands down, his expression was sometimes surprised, sometimes dignified, and sometimes happy, this attitude made everyone in the four major families shocked in their hearts, and they looked at the sky one after another.

Then.

A ridiculous thought floated through their minds.

'Could it be that behind this cloud is some powerful being?'

"You took Xiao Jin away, how can I see him in the future?" Yang Mucheng suddenly thought of a key question.

"It stands to reason that the clan and ancestral land of the demon clan are not allowed to be set foot in by others. However, since you're the big brother of the Sky Devouring Dragon Rat, I'll make an exception. ”

Call!

As the sound rang out, I saw that a drop of white fell from the top of the clouds, falling on the palm of Yang Mucheng's hand like rain. On closer inspection, it turned out to be a beastly tooth.

"This is my missing tooth......"

"If you want to see the Sky Devouring Dragon Rat in the future, you can take it with you, and it will guide you to the ancestral land of our demon clan!"

"Okay!"

Yang Mucheng looked at the tooth.

After all.

The other party and the Sky Swallowing Dragon Rat are both demon clans, and they will not harm each other.

"Well, someone looks like they're coming?"

A terrifying sound of shock flew swiftly from the place outside the sky. This terrifying figure rushed madly at a terrifying speed.

"Huh?"

Yang Mucheng frowned slightly, looking at the terrifying figure, his eyes flickering.

At the same time, the eyes of the terrifying figure also seemed to feel something at this moment, looking towards Yang Mucheng. And in that pile of eyes, there was an endless killing intent, which bloomed directly.

This is an aura very similar to that of the Great War Moro.

But.

This aura is several times more powerful than the Great War Moluo, or even dozens of times.

That terrifying speed, at this moment, seemed to have cut the entire void in half, and with a flying attitude, it was already from the place where heaven and earth meet, and it quickly flew above Yang Mucheng.

"It's ......"

"This force is so powerful!"

"Could it be that it is the powerhouse of the Divine Sea?"

I thought that the battle was completely over, but who would have expected that at this moment, it would be a sudden mutation, and this situation suddenly appeared?

The speed of that figure was almost unimaginably fast. When everyone found out, it was still in the sky, but in the blink of an eye, it had already come to the top of everyone's heads, and between the howling winds, it suddenly stopped in the sky.

"Boom!"

The huge retreat suddenly dissipated, revealing a middle-aged man in a golden monk's robe, holding a dark golden Demon Luo Zen staff in the other party's hand, which was suspended in mid-air at the moment, staring at Yang Mucheng deadly.

"He's ......"

When they saw the middle-aged man's face, everyone couldn't help but lose their voices.