The reason why it is called the Iron Beast.

This old man is also famous. When he was young, he was a foot tall, like a humanoid beast. It is rumored that his ancestors have the bloodline of the demon king, but no one has found out the root cause. Although Shouyuan is about to die, and he is buried in the soil from the neck down, he is still two meters tall, and his body muscles are complicated, unlike other remnants of the Soul Seeking Gate, shriveled and looking like a dried corpse.

He walked step by step, with a sonorous sound, and the ground under his feet was easily stepped on by him deep footprints.

Thundered~

And even more.

In his body, there were bursts of vast voices. It can be clearly seen that whenever this vast sound like the waves sounds, the eyes of Dugu Zhenyi and Chen Longxiang will involuntarily flash with envy.

"It's worthy of an iron beast!" Chen Longxiang couldn't help but sigh.

As the old man of the Spirit Seeking Gate, the people of the previous generations of the Spirit Gate died again and again like leeks, but he lived the longest and survived. Even now, there is such a powerful qi and blood, not to mention a lifespan of more than 200 years, which naturally makes everyone envious.

"What's your name?"

Yang Mucheng looked at the other party.

Rumble!

The Iron Beast was silent, moving faster and faster. With each step he took, the muscles in his body churned violently, as if a great dragon was writhing. It was under the shocked gaze of Chen Longxiang and others that he regained his peak posture.

Then, his bronze bell-like eyes snapped away, slashing at Yang Mucheng's body like a knife. At the same time, he slapped his palms, like Tai Chi hugging Yuan Shouyi, although there was nothing in his hands, his hands were trembling slightly, as if he was holding a mountain, and smashed it towards Yang Mucheng!

"Humph!"

Yang Mucheng frowned slightly and slapped his right hand.

At this moment, everyone's eyes widened and they looked ahead.

But see.

Yang Mucheng's white jade palm, which was enough to make women jealous, was slowly pushed out, as if everyone was playing and pushing water. But as his palm was pushed out, a terrifying force was churning in the void, as if a huge black hole had suddenly formed, and the aura of the entire cave was absorbed by the black hole at this moment. Under a pair of shocked gazes, a huge palm suddenly formed.

This palm is only about ten zhang, but it is a must-have for fiber patterns, and with Yang Mucheng's palm flipping, when even if it turns down, it slaps towards the iron beast.

"Get out of here!"

The Iron Beast let out a roar.

Between the churning of qi and blood, when the aura was turbulent, a majestic and magnificent mountain appeared between the palms of Bao Yuan Shouyi.

"Ten Thousand Souls Mountain!"

At this moment, everyone shouted.

This is the Iron Beast's killer move. It is a mid-grade martial art of the ground level, through the means of imprinting, incarnating himself into a mountain god, condensing and transforming things, and forming a sacred mountain. The power is immense, and the explosion is extremely fierce. It is a hard-hitting move, and ordinary people will dodge it in time in the face of this move, and they dare not fight against it. No matter how strong you are, if you are hit by the other party, you will be crushed into minced meat in an instant.

In the midst of the shocking gaze, the iron beast seemed to transform into an ancient water god who knocked down Buzhou Mountain, lifted the huge Wanling Mountain and smashed it towards the giant palm. That Wanling Mountain is many times larger than the giant palm, and the diameter is thousands of meters.

But it was smashed by Yang Mucheng's palm, and even just made the giant palm tremble slightly, and then continued to smash down.

"What?"

The iron beast's eyes were about to bulge, and he couldn't believe the scene in front of him. He let out a low roar, and his feet were firmly planted on his horse, and the strength of his heart was born, as if he did not believe in evil, and he wanted to hold the huge palm that was slapping at him with both hands.

"Bang bang bang!"

The crowd looked at it in horror.

I saw that the iron beast seemed to have truly transformed into a demon beast, and patches of thick hair had grown on its body, and the muscles swelled up like balloons, and the whole person was like molten iron poured into it, and in an instant, it had already recovered to its peak shape. But this is not the end, after the body returned to its peak shape, it actually skyrocketed again, and suddenly grew to a height of five meters.

He put his feet on the earth and his hands on the sky.

The whole person is like the Pangu god who opened the heavens and the earth in the eternal period.

But.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, the iron beast crackled and burst open like a thin branch of dead wood under the indifferent slap of Yang Mucheng's palm. By the time everyone looked again, the giant palm had already dispersed with the wind, and the iron beast was already a blur of flesh and blood, and there were no bones left.

It's like killing the Blood Demon, and everyone is not too surprised. After all, the Blood Demon is too old, and his strength is also the most powerful one among the people. But now that I saw this iron beast, I was also slapped to death by Yang Mucheng, which was shocking.

"Hiss !!"

Looking at the pool of blood on the ground, everyone only felt their scalps tingle.

"Is this Old Demon Yang?"

in the field.

Some people have already checked Yang Mucheng's roots, and they didn't believe in these contents too much. even sneered at Yang Mucheng's title of 'old devil', thinking that he, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, had the qualifications to be called an old devil?

But now after seeing Yang Mucheng's palm, everyone understands that there is no vanity under the fame. The reason why Yang Mucheng is called 'Yang Old Demon' is because of his strength and foundation.

"When you see my boss, don't hurry up and kneel. Maybe the boss is in a better mood and can spare your life!"

The golden retriever's mouth was bulging, and he looked at these old coffins with contempt. "A group of old things, don't spend their old age well, and dare to compete for the spiritual vein? Do you know how to write dead characters?"

Which of these remnants of the Soul Seeking Gate is not a powerhouse in the Purple Mansion.

Which one is not a one-size-fits-all existence in the sect.

If they had dared to humiliate them in front of the demon king like this before, they would have slapped them a long time ago. But now when facing Yang Mucheng, they are silent, and they don't know what to say. Before they met Yang Mucheng, they more or less despised this uncle, but after they really met, it was different.

No one thought that such a young man would have such terrifying strength!

"Let's go together!"

Dugu Zhen narrowed his eyes, grabbed the Shura blood spear and wanted to step forward.

But.

Immediately, Chen Longxiang stopped him.

Seeing Dugu Zhenyi's puzzled gaze, Chen Longxiang shook his head, but instead motioned for everyone to take a step back.

"It's not our turn to make a move now......"

"The true master of the spirit vein has come out!"

The real owner?

Everyone was shocked and hurriedly looked ahead.

I just saw that in the depths of the cave, one figure after another appeared. There are a lot of these figures, and at a glance, there are hundreds or thousands, obviously these guys are the demon king tribe in Zhu Hao's mouth!

"Oh?"

Yang Mucheng raised his eyebrows and looked ahead in surprise.

(End of chapter)