Roar!

If it is said that the finger of the corpse chaser before is a surging Yellow River, it can tear everything to pieces with the momentum of destruction and decay. Then, his current punch is a stormy wave that swept the world, enough to drown the world.

I just saw that the invisible fist power turned into tangible ripples, and even made the eyes of everyone around them become distorted and blurred at this moment.

Such a majesty made everyone lose their faces.

"I don't know how the Holy One should respond!"

It was Yang Mucheng who was worshiped as a god in the heart of the ancestor of Longtang, but when he saw the blow of the corpse chaser, the hearts of everyone present were still shaken.

"Emperor Yang, get out of the way!"

Seeing this, Qiong Qing shouted loudly.

And at this time.

The terrifying fist mark was already close to Yang Mucheng's body, and where the fist mark passed, the ground around it was lifted, like an ocean pouring out.

The power of this blow, even if it is a Tarzan lying here, can be broken by a hard backstop.

The corpse chaser is confident, no matter how strong Yang Mucheng is, he can't take his punch. In ancient times, the body sanctified, relying on the power of the body, after reaching the limit, it was enough to shatter the void and soar in the day. He turned his body into a refining corpse, and even in the face of a medium demon king, he dared to fight!

"Holy!"

The fist prints poured in, and Yang Mucheng stood there, but he unexpectedly did not dodge or dodge. Lu Yao'er's face was shocked, and she shouted in panic.

"Aren't you scared?"

Mo was cold, and a feeling of sadness for the dead rabbit and fox surged into his heart. If Yang Mucheng was bombarded and killed by this corpse chaser, then how could they still have a way to live?

"Old Demon Yang, your Great Qianhuang Dynasty has accepted it, and your woman has also accepted it!"

The corpse chaser smirked.

In the end, this punch smashed into Yang Mucheng's chest.

"Boom!"

A loud thunderous sound resounded throughout the imperial city. Even the Jindan powerhouses present only felt that this loud sound was like a piercing ear of thousands of steel needles, shocking their eardrums trembling, and their blood was surging. A huge wave of wind swept around along the center of the explosion, and crashed into the protective shield with a bang, only to hear the sound of 'crackling', and the huge protective shield was like glass, bursting with a bang.

Countless gravel, mud and dust, centered on Yang Mucheng's body, surged up to a height of 100 meters like a volcanic eruption, and after the strength subsided, it fell down densely like rain.

The ancestors of the Dragon Hall around were all swept away hundreds of feet away by this terrifying wind and waves.

They didn't even bother to get up, and hurriedly looked towards the middle of the field.

But see.

In the center of the explosion, where was Yang Mucheng's figure, and even the temple was razed to the ground.

"Holy!"

"Holy ......"

There was a burst of exclamations, and everyone's faces turned pale, almost in disbelief.

The corpse chaser laughed, put his hands behind his back, looked at everyone proudly, and said loudly:

"From now on, the Great Qianhuang Dynasty will become an emperor!"

"Anyone who refuses to accept the old decay is like this old demon Yang who has no bones!"

He looked around, looked at Lu Qianfeng, and said with a smile: "Old man remembers, you are the hall master of the Dragon Hall. You go and call everyone in the Dragon Hall, 'I' want to take over the palace!"

"You're daydreaming!"

Lu Qianfeng's eyes were almost popping out, and his fists were clenched.

The next moment.

A large number of Longtang members immediately came from all directions and gathered one after another.

"Hehe, I've already killed Old Demon Yang, I don't mind killing a few more disobedient people!" the corpse chaser sneered, and was about to speak. Suddenly, the corner of his eye swept across the field, and his face suddenly turned pale, and he cried out in a lost voice: "How is it possible?"

But see.

The dust in the sky slowly fell, revealing the picture in the field. Yang Mucheng stood in place, still with his hands behind his back, although the previous turbulent punch did hit his body, but Yang Mucheng couldn't find the slightest scar on his body, and he was unscathed.

Seeing this scene, the face of the corpse chaser turned from white to purple, from purple to blue, and he took three steps back, his eyes were about to bulge, and he looked at Yang Mucheng in disbelief, with an incredible look written on his face.

"It seems that your refining corpse is nothing more than that!"

Yang Mucheng patted the dust on his body lightly, and said with a smile: "Compared with my physique, it is still far behind......

The body of the corpse chaser is certainly strong.

But Yang Mucheng's body, how can he be idle? After three dragon blood tempering, the heavenly spirit and earth treasure are eaten, and the best elixir is made into tea and drunk, this body is several times stronger than the demon king, how can he be afraid of the punch of the corpse chaser?

"I said, your finger is nothing more than that, it can't even hurt half of my cold hair, how can I be afraid?"

Yang Mucheng put his hands behind his back.

All around him had been bombarded into a depression, except for a rock bulge under his feet, like an island in the ocean. Slowly raising his head, Yang Mucheng looked at the corpse chaser and said, "Just because you also want to take over my Daqian Dynasty, you also want to take over my Dragon Hall, and you also want to encroach on my women......"

Taking a deep breath, Yang Mucheng's eyes widened angrily, and he said word by word:

"Who gave you the courage?"

Kick, Kick!

With this deafening shout, the shocked corpse chaser's face trembled, and he took a few steps back in a row.

"How could anyone have such a terrible physique? It's the Demon King, I'm afraid it's just that!" Qiong Qing's eyes widened, barely in disbelief what she was seeing.

"Is this the true strength of Old Demon Yang?" Mo Li only felt trembling all over, and when he remembered that he had dared to laugh at Yang Mucheng before, and had said that he wanted to protect Yang Mucheng, his whole body was cold. "With his strength, I'm afraid he can kill me with a flick of his fingers!"

The ancestors of the Dragon Hall cheered happily.

Being able to eat the punch of the corpse chaser head-on without being injured, even if Yang Mucheng is not a god in their hearts, he is like a god!

"Come and don't be rude, since you have made so many moves, then see me with this snap of your fingers, how about it!"

Yang Mucheng smiled faintly, raised his right hand, and bent his five fingers, like a Buddha holding flowers, as if the world was in his hands at this moment.

The corpse chaser's face sank, he never expected Yang Mucheng to be so strong.

But in the past thousand years, in addition to digging the mausoleum, stealing corpses and refining corpses, he has also obtained a lot of magic weapons in the mausoleum.

Gritted his teeth.

The corpse chaser grabbed something from his bosom and threw it into the air. But he saw that the thing was actually a bronze bell with golden light, at first it was only the size of a bell, but after it was thrown out, it turned into a small mountain in an instant, and smashed down in the air to protect himself!

"That's ......"

Seeing this bronze bell, Qiong Qing's face was completely bloody.

(End of chapter)