"Yang Mucheng, it turns out that you are hiding there!"

Hua Shengtian's eyes tightened, and his gaze fell on the depths of a large hall.

The Ghost Laughing Buddha held the 'gilded demon pestle', and his complexion changed slightly. He only felt that this momentum was frantically churning and converging, and suddenly slapped towards him. Although the momentum was invisible, the terrifying coercion was real, and his body trembled and took a few steps back. Gritting his teeth, he shouted:

"Yang Mucheng, dare to pretend to be a ghost in front of your ghost grandfather, you are still too tender!"

Boom!

As soon as the words fell, the gilded demon pestle in his hand shot out violently.

Whew-

This gilded demon pestle, only half an arm long, blasted out like a wild dragon attack. Behind him, he brought a tail feather that was tens of meters long, like a golden meteor that had already swept out in an instant. Everywhere he passed, the main hall was completely crushed in an instant, and it directly hit the secret room where Yang Mucheng was!

"Holy!"

"Holy!"

Bursts of chants rang out.

The Black Flag Army, the masters of the Great Interior, all looked towards Yang Mucheng's location in astonishment. When the Ghost Laughing Buddha made a move, it was not that they didn't want to stop it, but that they were powerless to stop it at all. This blow was too strong, and it brought up an infinite wind and swept them all away.

Although Zhang Jiao, Liang Xiao, Bai Zhong and others blocked the gilded demon pestle in time, they were directly knocked away. He couldn't stop it for even a moment, so he could only watch as this demon-slaying pestle bombarded Yang Mucheng's location!

"Boom!"

A terrifying loud sound rang out.

It's not just a secret room.

Even the entire hall was razed to the ground at this moment, and countless rubbles and rubble crackled on the ground like rain.

"Holy!"

Wu Guojian saw the dusty hall and shouted.

The Ghost Laughing Buddha was full of pride: "Old man Wu, you have the wrong master." This little emperor can't help but give me a blow! It's a pity that your master is dead, and you have to die next. ”

As he spoke, he shook his head, as if Yang Mucheng's bones were missing from his blow.

At this time, the field was shrouded in dust, and everyone couldn't see what was going on. Only Hua Shengtian stared at it deadly, his face changed suddenly, and he shouted:

"How is that possible?"

"What's wrong?" Ghost smiled and looked towards the location of the secret room.

I saw that the dust gradually dispersed, and a figure gradually became clear. On top of the jade, Yang Mucheng sat cross-legged, his eyes lowered. His skin was crystal clear, like ice crystals. Even through the skin, he could see the white jade-like skeleton in the body, and the blood in the veins mixed with a trace of golden dragon blood.

And the menacing demon pestle stopped in the void.

What blocked the demon pestle was just one finger of Yang Mucheng. No matter how the demon pestle rotated, how it roared, even a layer of oily skin on Yang Mucheng's fingertips couldn't penetrate it.

"This ...... Is this kid a man of steel and iron, and an incorruptible body of King Kong?"

The Ghost Laughing Buddha lost his voice.

His gilded demon pestle is hugely powerful, not to mention the steel and iron bones, even if you are a Xuanye Grandmaster, you don't dare to take it hard. Now he was actually stopped by Yang Mucheng with a finger, which made him not shocked and surprised.

"Congratulations to the saint for getting out of the customs, the miracle has been accomplished!"

Wu Guojian was stunned for a moment, his face was happy, and he hurriedly knelt down to Yang Mucheng.

"Congratulations to the saint for getting out of the customs, the miracle has been accomplished!"

A burst of cheers quickly rang out.

Black Flag Army.

Ouchi masters, all kneeling down.

"Get up, I'm still at the peak of the Xuan Liquid, and I haven't broken through. ”

Yang Mucheng's eyes were lowered, as if he was asleep, but he saw his right hand slowly raised, and a surging force slowly emanated. The people who knelt on the ground only felt as if they were being slowly helped up by a pair of invisible hands.

Hearing Yang Mucheng's words, Zhang Jiao, Bai Zhong and others couldn't help but be stunned, they had been in retreat for more than ten days without a breakthrough, so what kind of retreat was there?

But then Yang Mucheng's right hand was raised falsely, and he actually held up more than 20,000 people.

It's terrifying!

Looking at Yang Mucheng's ice-crystal white jade-like skin, and even being able to see bones and blood, they knew that even if Yang Mucheng's cultivation did not improve, his strength had a terrifying leap.

"Yes!"

Bai Zhong nodded respectfully.

With a wave of his right hand, the eight hundred Ouchi guards were immediately lined up in two teams. The Black Flag Army held its head high, forming a neat phalanx, lined up on both sides in front of Yang Mucheng. Like a tide, a wide alley of people has been spreading from Yang Mucheng to the Ghost Laughing Buddha.

I saw Yang Mucheng get up slowly.

Rumble!

At this moment, the momentum like a tide swept away madly. At this moment, Yang Mucheng is like a tiger slowly getting up. His eyes were slightly raised, and his gaze fell on the Ghost Laughing Buddha in front of him. At this moment, the Ghost Laughing Buddha only felt as if he was being targeted by a revived beast.

I saw that Yang Mucheng didn't say anything, just flicked his right hand lightly.

"Not good!"

The Ghost Laughing Buddha only felt that his scalp was numb.

He has been in the martial arts world for many years, and in addition to relying on this force, he has amazing intuition. Barely hesitating, he fled to the side in embarrassment.

At the moment when he escaped, he saw that the gilded demon pestle that was caught in Yang Mucheng's fingertips burst out wildly! At this moment, the gilded demon pestle was a rushing cheetah, the howling wind, the shocking lightning, with a golden glimmer, directly against the scalp of the Ghost Laughing Buddha, as if tearing his scalp, the blood all over his body was frozen.

The Ghost Laughing Buddha, who had turned around from the Ghost Gate, hurriedly looked back.

Saw.

The gilded demon pestle that was blasted out by Yang Mucheng was like a long dragon, and it rushed into the army of rebels. These rebels are all rebels from the Seventy-Two Cities, and their strength is the lowest and there is also the Xuan Qi Realm. The highest one, even reached the Xuan Liquid Realm.

But under the bombardment of this gilded magic pestle, it was as fragile as paper paste. Everywhere he passed, all the warriors were directly killed on the spot, a stump with a broken arm, blood flying sideways, and falling to the ground wantonly. The surrounding warriors were even more upturned by the fierce wind brought by the gilded demon pestle, and a wail arose, and they fled towards the surroundings in panic.

And the Demon Suppression Pestle continued unabated, blasting into the void.

Everywhere he passed, he left behind a hideous and terrifying Shura blood path.

Seeing this scene, the Ghost Laughing Buddha only felt cold. If he hadn't reacted in time and hurriedly dodged, I'm afraid he wouldn't have survived!

"Yang Mucheng, you're finally out!"

Hua Shengtian clenched his fists and stared at Yang Mucheng deadly.

He was still a little puzzled before, how did this little emperor of the mortal world kill Xu Yefeng. Did Xu Yefeng fall for some trick from him, so he died tragically in Yang Mucheng's hand. But the power of Yang Mucheng's attack before made him have to believe that Yang Mucheng really has the ability to bombard and kill Xu Yefeng!

"I've been waiting for you!"

Yang Mucheng's eyelids lifted slightly, looking at those martial artists who were full of fear, and couldn't help but slowly shake his head. "You three-legged cats, you also want to avenge Xu Yefeng?"

"Yang Mucheng, you don't have to be complacent! Our people will be here soon. They are all long-established old-timers in the martial arts world, and they are here to kill you this time!" the Ghost Laughing Buddha snorted coldly.

As soon as his words fell, he felt several breaths rushing from far and near, and the Ghost Smile Buddha looked happy and hurriedly looked towards the sky.

Immediately shouted:

"Haha, say Cao Cao Cao arrived, Yang Mucheng, they are here!"

(End of chapter)