Your flesh, I want it!

Beixuan Zhenren's words were like thunder, and all the half-step Xuanqi martial artists were shocked in their hearts. No matter how idiotic they are, they understand that Beixuan Zhenren is trying to seize Yang Mucheng's body and want to resurrect him!

"It's over!"

"Let's not talk about the strength of Beixuan Zhenren, just his eight-headed demon, no one can beat it!"

"Even the powerhouses of the Xuan Qi Realm can't resist the blow of Bei Xuan Zhenren, and I'm afraid that Yang Mucheng won't be able to resist ......"

"We're all going to die here!"

Everyone recalled the picture of Beixuan Zhenren killing the thin old man with one palm, and they were shocked in their hearts.

Coupled with the eight-headed demon eyeing the tiger, who else can survive in this tomb?

"How can it be so easy to take my body...... Even if you die, you won't stop, see how I beat your soul away today!" Yang Mucheng clenched his fists, and anger burst out in his eyes.

Bei Xuan Zhenren smiled faintly and shook his head. "How dare you talk to me like this? However, at your age, you can reach the half-step Xuan Qi, and your talent is far beyond mine. If you are given a period of cultivation, your future achievements will definitely be above me!"

"It's a pity that you met me!"

"Your body, I'm going to fix ......"

Bei Xuan Zhenren's face turned cold, and he suddenly shouted. "Give it to me, get this kid here!"

Rumble!

At this moment, the eight-headed demon pounced on him in unison.

Each of these big demons has the strength of the Xuan Qi Realm, if there is one, Yang Mucheng can still deal with it, and now that the eight heads are out, who else can prevent the resurrection of Beixuan Zhenren?

Liang Xiao's face changed, and he hurriedly shouted: "Let's join forces, kill the big demon, and rush out of the tomb." Once Beixuan Zhenren is resurrected, we will inevitably die!"

Seeing the big demons come out together, Liang Xiao also hurriedly drew his sword and stepped forward.

The other warriors also looked at death as if they were at home.

"No, you don't!"

Yang Mucheng shook his head.

"But ......"

Liang Xiao shouted.

Everyone else looked at Yang Mucheng in confusion. Eight-headed demon, this is not the time for you to do it. The wizened old man is dead, and you are the only one who is the strongest among all the grave seekers, if you die, what hope do you have?

Liang Xiao gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry about it for now, let's work together to kill a big demon first!"

"Let's take you first!"

Before everyone could make a move, they saw Yang Mucheng set his eyes on the old turtle who pounced on him. This old turtle is called the Xuanying Turtle...... As the saying goes, the thousand-year-old king is 80,000 years old. The lifespan of the Xuan Ming Turtle is extremely high, and after the accumulation of endless years of physical qi and blood, it will reach a terrifying level.

Although the cultivation of the Xuan Ming Turtle is equivalent to the early stage of the Xuan Qi Realm, its physique is enough to compete with the martial artists in the middle stage of the Xuan Qi Realm.

"You shouldn't have taken it!" Liang Xiao jumped to his feet anxiously.

"The Xuan Ming Turtle has strong qi and blood, strong defense, and is difficult to hostile. These eight-headed demons should be the first to kill the Eagle Demon! It is the fastest, and most of the previous warriors have been killed by him!" Zhang Jiao sighed.

"Oh no, the Dark Turtle is coming!" someone exclaimed.

But I saw that the Xuan Ming Turtle rushed to the extreme, and every time the stone pillar-like limbs stepped on the ground, there was a rumbling sound, and the huge body of seven or eight meters high was like a moving hill. This crazy surge made the faces of many warriors change in unison.

"Beixuan Zhenren, open your eyes and watch how I bombard and kill your Eight Great Demons!" Yang Mucheng shook his hands into a fist and stomped his feet.

"Boom!"

As if a landslide and the ground cracked, the entire Burial Dragon Mountain was shaken by this terrible step in an instant. Under Yang Mucheng's body, he was stepped on a depression several meters long, and this huge depression was the shape of a foot.

Thirty-six Styles of True Martial Arts!

At the beginning, in the Valley of the Medicine King, Yang Mucheng killed Zhou Xiaotian with the integration of thirty-six forms, and at that time he only had a horizontal refining grandmaster. And now, his cultivation has reached the half-step Xuan Qi, and under the integration of the thirty-six forms, the power has increased tenfold compared to the beginning?

"Roar!"

The Xuanming Old Turtle let out a roar, and the giant palm slapped down heavily, trying to stop Yang Mucheng's terrifying punch.

But, it's late!

Yang Mucheng's punch was too fast, too fierce, and too strong. He didn't even deliberately look for the weakness of the old turtle to attack, but directly hit the hardest shell of the old turtle. The shell of this old turtle, which had grown over thousands of years and was strong enough to withstand all attacks, shattered directly under this punch.

"Click!"

The old turtle let out a wail.

A crack broke in its shell. And the power of this punch did not stop at all, but pierced the old turtle's body under the shocked gaze of everyone.

This Xuanming Turtle, which had lived for nearly a thousand years, had been completely killed under Yang Mucheng's punch, let out a wail, and slammed into the ground.

"Close!"

Yang Mucheng used the Ancient Heaven Swallowing Technique, and unceremoniously collected the thousand-year-old qi and blood of this Xuanying Turtle into his body.

Thundered~

The sound of the corpse of the Xuan Ming Turtle smashing to the ground came like thunder.

There was a dead silence in the tomb, and everyone's eyes widened as they watched it all.

"Killed the Xuan Ming Turtle with one punch?" The long sword in Liang Xiao's hand fell to the ground with a clatter, without knowing it.

"Instant kill, almost no resistance!"

Zhang Jiao gasped.

The warriors present all looked at the young man standing proudly in the field with awe-inspiring eyes.

Strong!

Even if the wizened old man didn't die, he couldn't kill this Xuan Ming Turtle so easily. Perhaps, only in his heyday could have done it!

"Good time!"

Seeing the remaining seven demons in the field rushing towards him in unison, Yang Mucheng was not surprised.

It is worthy of being a demon beast in the Xuan Qi Realm, and his qi and blood are too huge, even making his cultivation faintly turbulent, and he has the feeling that he is about to break through the half-step Xuan Qi at any time. If you can collect all the qi and blood of this great demon into your body, you may be able to reach the Xuan Qi Realm in one fell swoop!

Thinking like this in his heart, Yang Mucheng leaped up and rushed towards the oncoming eagle demon. He slashed down with his right hand, and an extremely condensed white light slashed down from above. I only heard a tearing sound, and the big demon was split in half on the spot, and in the blood in the sky, the body that was broken in two fell heavily to the ground.

He turned around and punched, and the thirty-six forms merged into a single blow, smashing into the tiger demon that was biting at his throat. The punch slammed into the opponent's head, shattering its skull directly, and a burst of blood flew sideways, and flesh flowed sideways.

The elephant demon who trampled on him, not only failed to trample Yang Mucheng into meat sauce, but was attacked by him with one hand. The right leg slashed down from top to bottom like a giant axe, smashing this big demon that was not inferior to the Xuan Ming Turtle directly into the depths of the earth, and the bones of his whole body burst.

(End of chapter)