Originally, at this moment, Yang Mucheng, who seemed to have fallen into a betrayal of his relatives, seemed to have become the center of the world and the focus of his eyes with Hua Tianci's faint finger.

At this time.

The decaying forest, which was already a little depressing, seemed to be quietly dropping three or two temperatures at this moment, a kind of cold swept by the biting killing intent. Not only that, but the gaze of everyone seemed to make a big mountain in the void, which suddenly pressed on everyone's hearts, making everyone a little breathless.

Retreat, retreat!

This moment.

It seems that Yang Mucheng has become a plague god, and everyone is a little avoidant!

Who would dare to meddle?

In the past, Jiang Tianyu spoke for Yang Mucheng, and was blasted out with a palm, and now he fell to the ground, not knowing his life or death.

Now, all the powerhouses of the Heavenly Demon Shura Temple have arrived, and under the current situation of this great enemy, whoever dares to say a word again will have to die!

"Old Demon Yang!"

Hua Tianci took a step forward, the blood-stained long whiskers stood up, and the blood-burning wide monk's robe agitated up. The aura of the peak of the Purple Mansion was released desperately, and the ground around him crackled, and cracks swept through Zhou Tian with his body.

Those warriors had already been frightened, and now under Hua Tianci's terrifying momentum, their faces were even more bloodless, and they couldn't avoid them one after another. For fear that after annoying this mad monk, they would eventually die.

"Senior Brother Abbot used to be known as the 'Blood Mad Monk'......" a white-eyed old monk shook his head and sighed.

"After the battle between good and evil, Senior Brother Abbot retreated to cultivate his self, so the name of this 'Blood Maniac Monk' gradually faded, and I didn't want today's 'Blood Maniac Monk' to rush out of the sky again!"

As he spoke, he shook his head, as if lamenting that he was about to shed a river of blood today.

"Blood Mad Monk!"

Hearing this name, the warriors who were already terrified couldn't help but gasp and almost suffocated.

The name of the Blood Mad Monk was not given by Hua Tianci himself, but by the people of the Evil Dao. Just listening to the words 'blood' and 'madness', you know how many terrifying killings Hua Tianci has brought to the evil people. Now, this monk, who has caused endless killings, is standing in front of him!

Hua Tianci swept around, and was very satisfied with his very fearful attitude towards the reappearance of his name as a 'Blood Mad Monk' in Kyushu. But when he saw Yang Mucheng standing there, with a flat face, he couldn't help but jump like thunder, and said in a cold voice:

"Old Demon Yang, aren't you afraid of dying?"

Hearing Hua Tianci's question, everyone looked at Yang Mucheng in surprise.

To know.

The martial artists present were either frightened by the terrifying cultivation at the peak of Hua Tianci Purple Mansion, or they were surrounded by so many great enemies in the Heavenly Demon Shura Temple and were difficult to control. Previously, just by relying on the power of Hua Tianci, he was able to suppress the whole audience, but now there are more than 100 Purple Mansion martial artists, and the scared people are simply soft-handed and weak-footed, and some people are even more frightened and can't stand steadily, he Yang Mucheng is not afraid?

"Senior ......"

Chen Bo and the others were paralyzed on the ground, suppressed by Hua Tianci's terrifying aura and even unable to move, and could only look at Yang Mucheng weakly.

"Afraid?"

Yang Mucheng suddenly sneered and looked at Hua Tianci mockingly.

"I still think you have any ability? It turns out that you are just relying on the large number of people, relying on yourself to cultivate to a higher level. Give me three years, and I alone can set foot in your Heavenly Demon Shura Temple. ”

"A small peak of the Purple Mansion dares to call it a 'blood mad monk', which is simply a big joke in the world!"

"You're not qualified to make me afraid!"

What the?

Yang Mucheng's words directly made Hua Tianci angry and anxious.

"When you die, you dare to be hard-mouthed, today I will abolish you first, and take you into the Heavenly Demon Shura Temple to suppress it for eight hundred years!"

Hua Tianci roared and pinched the seal violently. His silver beard was angry, and his right hand was towards Yang Mucheng and grabbed it, a fishy wind moved, and the blood stained on his monk's robe turned up with a bang at this moment, turning into a monstrous bloody palm, and grabbed towards Yang Mucheng.

The people who had been blown away by this fishy wind lost their balance again, and flew out backwards one by one, falling to the ground with a bang.

Yang Mucheng slowly took out the demon slaying pestle and sneered:

"This thing was originally yours, so I'll give it back to you!"

In the horrified eyes of everyone, he blasted out the demon pestle, only to hear the ghost shadow fly by with a 'bang', and it slammed into the bloody palm.

"Boom!"

It's like a bolt from the blue!

Two huge powers crushed together.

The demon pestle, which had originally been blasted out of a crack by the black lightning of the Yin Dragon, was now bursting open under this shocking palm, turning into a piece of powder. And that monstrous bloody palm was also torn to pieces on the spot under this huge force.

Rumble!

The rolling thunder churned, and the invisible waves swept out, and the rotten trees, rocks, and rocks around them were shattered on the spot. The decaying forest is like a typhoon passing through it, and it is in shambles.

"Demon Pestle!"

Hua Tianci looked at the shattered powder of the demon pestle in mid-air, slowly sprinkled it, and screamed miserably.

This is his magic weapon.

It is also a treasure that has been passed down from generation to generation in the Heavenly Demon Shura Temple, and it is enough to have the magic weapon of the middle grade of the earth. Now, it's actually ruined!

Seeing this scene, his heart was dripping blood.

"Demon Pestle!"

"This ...... Oh my God, the patriarch is afraid that he will die without turning a blind eye!"

As soon as the demon pestle was shattered, many monks cried out in silence, and their eyes were round one by one, unable to believe it.

"Senior Brother Abbot, I'm going to kill this kid!"

"This kid dares to destroy the magic weapon of our Heavenly Demon Shura Temple, if you don't kill him, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"

"This little brute ......"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the monks of the Heavenly Demon Shura Temple who were present almost ran away on the spot. A pair of eyes fell directly on Yang Mucheng's body, and he wanted to tear it to pieces. Yang Mucheng was still full of disdain:

"A magic weapon of the middle grade of the ground level is also regarded as a treasure by you bald donkeys!"

"You!"

Originally, the shattering of the demon pestle made these monks almost want to go berserk, but now Yang Mucheng's words are better like sprinkling salt on their wounds for them!

Everyone present only felt that Yang Mucheng had a big tone.

The magic weapon above the ground level, in any sect, I am afraid that it is the existence of inheritance. What's more, this Demon Descending Pestle is still the existence of a mid-level grade, which is a great loss for any sect. But they didn't know that Yang Mucheng was the master and ancestor of the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect, and this demon subduing pestle was really nothing in his eyes.

"If I don't put you to death to Ling Chi, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"

Hua Tianci clenched his fists and shouted angrily.

At this moment, a loud cheer came from a distance—

"Stop!"