It was extremely thick, and the terrible internal energy slowly spread.

The strength of this internal strength is obviously many times beyond Ye Qinghan, and the breath that is rolling and spreading is slowly spreading like a tide, suppressing everyone's hearts.

"Humph!"

His eyes swept over the shocked faces, and Chen Jiuyang could not hide his smugness.

He has been cultivating in Xuanzong since he was a child.

The concentration of aura in Xuanzong is a hundred times higher than that of this Kyushu. Soaking in such a strong aura concentration is equivalent to his body **** washing with heavenly spirit treasures every night. He practiced for one day, which was comparable to the cultivation of a Kyushu martial artist for 100 days.

And.

The concentration of his internal strength is more profound than that of Kyushu warriors.

The quality of internal strength is also higher than that of Kyushu warriors!

Even in the same cultivation realm, Chen Jiuyang was enough to easily defeat his opponent with the quality and quantity of his internal strength.

"Old Demon Yang, this is the end! If there is no aftermath, this Immortal Mountain will be the day you will be buried. ”

Chen Jiuyang's voice resounded through the void.

Suddenly.

The disciples of the Thirty-six Sects, the people of the Great Qian Dynasty, their faces were also ugly at this moment. Although they trusted Yang Mucheng extremely much, but in this case, they no longer dared to hold out any hope.

Looking at the pair of eyes around him that quietly dimmed, and then looking at Chen Jiuyang's posture as if everything was confident, Yang Mucheng smiled faintly.

"Since you want to die so much, then I will fulfill you!"

"Magic ...... God...... Sacrifice!"

Airplanes~

The void shook suddenly.

Yang Mucheng's body seemed to have become a terrifying demon sun at this moment. With his body as the center, a black demonic aura continued to burst out from his body. A monstrous demon shadow holding the heavens and the earth in his hand was also slowly churning in this monstrous demonic aura.

With the gushing out of this demonic qi, Yang Mucheng's aura also skyrocketed wildly at this moment.

Originally, the momentum that was slightly inferior to Chen Jiuyang suddenly surpassed the other party in just a moment, as if he was racing. The monstrous demon shadow slowly lowered his forehead, and his two scarlet eyes stared at Chen Jiuyang's body.

"Chen Jiuyang, do you think that everything is in your hands? Unfortunately, things are often not as you imagined. If you dare to provoke me, you will have to bear the price of provoking me!"

......

Rumble!

When the Demon God Sacrifice was used, the aura that was comparable to Chen Jiuyang poured out from Yang Mucheng's body in an instant.

This momentum, which was not inferior to Chen Jiuyang, made everyone stunned.

"W-what's going on?"

"Why did his aura increase so much all of a sudden?"

Inside and outside the Immortal Mountain, all the martial artists watching the battle were shocked.

They didn't understand why Yang Mucheng's strength had suddenly skyrocketed so much, and it was so terrifying!

"What kind of exercise is this? When this kid fought against me, he actually hid his strength?"

Ye Qinghan, who had already retreated to the periphery of the battlefield, couldn't help but tremble in his heart when he looked at the churning monstrous demon shadow on Yang Mucheng's body.

Yang Mucheng's face was flat, but a pair of eyes stared at the front, staring at Chen Jiuyang. As his strength grew, the power of the Demon God Sacrifice became more powerful and terrifying than before. But at the same time, when the Demon God Festival is used, the burden on the body is not reduced in the slightest, and it is also increasing at the same time.

Of course.

At this time, because of Yang Mucheng's cultivation and the growth of his strength, he had been able to gradually exert the most terrifying power hidden in the depths of the Demon God Sacrifice.

"Humph!"

Chen Jiuyang's face changed.

At the moment when Yang Mucheng's aura surpassed him, he had already made a move without hesitation. I saw him facing Yang Mucheng directly, and smashed the small glass tower in his hand out. The small glazed pagoda turned into a piece of golden light in the eyes of countless people.

Chen Jiuyang's whole person was like a god holding a golden thunder, and he suddenly made a move.

"Wow~"

Even.

When the little golden tower roared, it brought a piercing thunderclap. Wherever the small tower passed, the void was torn apart, bringing out a rapid and continuous crack, and everyone was shocked when they saw it.

Strong!

It was just the first shot, and everyone was shocked.

Ye Qinghan's strength was of course very terrifying before, but compared with this Chen Jiuyang, it was simply not a one-grade existence. Chen Jiuyang's small glazed tower struck a blow, not to mention the Purple Mansion Grandmaster, a half-step divine thought, even if a real divine thought powerhouse is here, he will be killed in an instant!

"Get out!"

Yang Mucheng let out a low voice, his body moved, and in the face of the small glazed tower that was like lightning, instead of panicking, he shot forward desperately.

was even more in the direction of the glass tower, and blasted out his fist fiercely.

"My small glazed pagoda is a high-grade magic weapon on the ground level, so you also want to compete?"

Seeing Yang Mucheng's movements, Chen Jiuyang only felt funny.

How can anyone dare to smash the magic weapon with his fist?

A hint of banter flashed in his eyes, and he squeezed his five fingers violently, forming a strange mark. Then I saw that a surging internal force poured into the small glazed tower, and in the next moment, the speed of the small glazed tower suddenly increased several times, and the power also increased at the same time.

Then.

After the superposition of these two powers, the small glazed tower collided with Yang Mucheng's fist fiercely, and suddenly made a shocking explosion.

Rumble!

In the explosion, Yang Mucheng's body trembled violently and shot backwards.

Chen Jiuyang's face was full of ridicule, and he was about to say something sarcastic, but he saw that the small glazed pagoda that was smashed by Yang Mucheng's punch actually burst open, and the countless famous swords that had been swallowed by the glazed pagoda before were all released by it at this moment, sprinkled on the ground like rain.

"Poof~"

Chen Jiuyang almost spit out a mouthful of blood at the moment when the glass tower was shattered, obviously because this magic weapon was connected to his mind, the glass tower was shattered and Chen Jiuyang was also counterattacked and injured!

And his body was swept upside down by the shocking waves caused by the explosion, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

"How is that possible?"

Chen Jiuyang's pupils closed.

He was dreaming, and he didn't expect that Yang Mucheng would be able to smash his small glass tower with one punch. Looking at the broken tower, his eyes were full of incredulity. However, Yang Mucheng's attack is not over, this is just the beginning!

Looking at the thirty-six thousand famous swords that were spit out by the glazed tower, Yang Mucheng's eyes tightened, and he immediately stepped forward.

Rumble!

In an instant, he raised his hands. Obviously, there is nothing in his hand, but it seems to hold up Wanjun Mountain.

Qiang~

As his hands slowly raised, a sword roar rang out at the same time.

(End of chapter)