Da~Da~Da~

The square of tens of thousands of people was silent.

Only the footsteps of Yang Mucheng slowly walking out of the imperial tomb.

Wu Dizu Yuanying rolled over and got up, staring at the figure that came out. His eyes were blood-red, and he couldn't wait to eat Yang Mucheng alive!

But see.

After a fierce battle, Yang Mucheng's shirt had already been torn, revealing a slightly emaciated body. The golden appearance of his five-clawed golden dragon did not emanate from the outside, but coiled around his body like a tattoo, and the open dragon's mouth occupied the right side of his face.

A long hair rose wildly, covering the sky and the sun.

The terrifying aura made him look like a god but not a god at the moment, like a demon but not a demon!

"So it's all there?"

Yang Mucheng swept his eyes and looked at everyone one by one. Not only Wu Dizu, the ancestor, but also Wu Shanhe, Ghost Mother-in-law, Ziyang Zhenren, Moshang Zhenren...... These 'old acquaintances'. He nodded, and said with a smile, "It's okay, it will save me trouble." ”

"Yang Mucheng, bold!" Ziyang Zhenren shouted angrily, "This is Tuotian Palace, your time of death has arrived, and you dare to talk nonsense here if no one is around, it's just a ...... to find death."

Ziyang Zhenren naturally can't bear it.

In order to prevent Yang Mucheng from killing Fang Baiyu, he did not hesitate to meddle in the battle between the two sides, so he was punished for facing the wall. Even the Xuan-level magic weapon used was crushed by Yang Mucheng's Nine Dragons Flying Sword. Now it can be regarded as an enemy meeting, and it is very red-eyed.

"Yang Mucheng ......"

The real person on the ink also laughed coldly.

In this case, it is naturally impossible for him to sit idly by. Yang Mucheng, this kid, made a bet with him to learn martial arts and won his dragon rank tail bracelet. This bracelet, he even dreamed of wanting to come back. Now as long as he kills Yang Mucheng, he will be able to get the treasure back!

But.

Just when Ziyang Zhenren was shouting angrily, just when Mo Shangzhen was about to open his mouth to ridicule, he saw that Yang Mucheng didn't look at it, and waved it away directly. Before everyone could react, they felt a gust of wind sweeping quickly, and even when they saw Ziyang Zhenren's chest suddenly sunken a deep palm print, the whole person was shot backwards, and after hitting seven or eight people, they rolled to the side and died on the spot.

"What kind of thing are you that you dare to talk to me like that?"

Outside the square, there was a dead silence.

The people of Tuotian Palace seemed to be sprinkled on their heads by a basin of ice water. Ziyang Zhenren is a Xuanhai Grandmaster, if he doesn't agree with a word, he will kill with a wave of his hand, and he doesn't even have the ability to resist.

Mo Shangzhen was frightened and quickly closed his mouth, and his whole body was almost paralyzed to the ground.

He was secretly glad that he was a beat slower to speak, and if he continued to speak, he was afraid that he would die!

"Yang Mucheng, the deity can't spare you!"

Wu Dizu slowly suspended in the air, staring at Yang Mucheng with a pair of eyes, eager to tear Yang Mucheng to pieces.

"You?" Yang Mucheng glanced at the other party, shook his head slowly, and said with a hint of mockery: "Wu Dizu, your body was shattered by me, and now there is only one Yuan Infant left. How much more do you have?"

That's right.

The powerhouse of the Yuanying realm is certainly terrifying.

But Yuan Ying has no physical support, and he can't send out the slightest internal strength at all. Otherwise, Wu Dizu would not have been pressed and beaten by Yang Mucheng since his body was shattered in the imperial tomb. Now, even his immortal primordial infant body is already full of cracks!

"Humph!"

Wu Dizu Yuan Ying trembled, and directly drilled into the head of the real person on the ink. But I saw that the body of the real person on the ink trembled as if it were electrocuted, and the breath of Jindan, which was originally only half a step, suddenly slammed into a crazy ascension, and directly reached the realm of Jindan.

"As long as the original infant is not extinguished, the deity can be taken away again!"

Ink on the real ...... No, it should be said that it is Wu Dizu. He stood up with a sneer at this moment, moved slightly, twisted his muscles and bones, and there was a crackling sound of fried beans all over his body. His eyes swept over everyone, and he said coldly: "What are you still doing in a daze!"

At this moment, everyone came back to their senses.

Teng! Teng! Teng!

Wu Shanhe, the ghost woman, and another high-level member of Tuotian Palace directly surrounded Yang Mucheng in the southeast, northwest, and northwest with Wu Dizu.

And even more so at the same time.

The half-step golden pill outside the square, the Xuanhai Grandmaster, the Xuanhai Consummation......

One by one, they flew up.

Almost in an instant, the entire Tuotian Palace was already surrounded by water.

"Yang Mucheng, after all, you can't escape the fate of being occupied by the deity!" Wu Dizu said in a cold voice: "The deity's Tuotian Palace, counting the deity, there are four Jindan powerhouses, forty-eight half-step Jindan, and nearly three hundred are Xuanhai Grandmasters. You can't fly even if you have wings!"

"Really?"

Yang Mucheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a faint smile: "When my Dragon Hall comes, I'm afraid you won't be able to laugh anymore!"

Wu Dizu shook his head and said mockingly: "Dragon Hall, your Dragon Hall, I'm afraid you can't even enter the gate of the Heavenly Palace. ”

"Hahahaha......"

This moment.

There was a burst of laughter in the square, as if I had heard the most ridiculous joke in my life. Even, one by one, they can't straighten their waists.

"What did I hear just now? Yang Mucheng is still expecting his own Dragon Hall to save him? Is it possible?"

"The so-called Dragon Hall, in our Tuotian Palace, is just a child's trick, a group of guys in the late stage of the Xuanhai Realm, the pinnacle, dare to call themselves Dragon Hall?"

"If they don't come, if they do, they won't be able to get out of this Heavenly Palace alive!"

Wan Dao Zhenren shouted and said, "What are you talking about with him, take him down......"

Call!

At this moment, a surging momentum suddenly swept from afar.

There are more than 100 strands of these momentums, and each strand is comparable to Yang Mucheng. Feeling this sudden momentum, everyone couldn't help but look up.

And then.

They saw a scene they would never forget!

Saw.

From the depths of the Zangyuan Mountain Range, hundreds of figures dragging meteor tail flames had already flown to the sky above the Tuotian Palace in an instant. Then, suddenly, it fell directly from a height of 10,000 meters, almost without any interval, and it smashed down!

"Boom!"

A terrifying loud sound rang out, accompanied by the dust in the sky, and the entire Tuotian Palace trembled at this moment.

In the dust, a figure gradually became clear. This person is none other than Lu Qianfeng. His advent is like an ancient god and demon descending from the sky, like a stone statue that has been there for eternity. Lu Qianfeng, who appeared in shape, knelt down on one knee in front of Yang Mucheng and shouted:

"Longtang Lu Qianfeng!"

His voice had just fallen.

The Dragon Hall Ancestors in the sky fell one by one like meteorites, smashing into the square in no particular order. This time, the cheers shook the sky!

"Longtang Xiao Tiancheng!"

"Longtang Ye Shujin!"

"Longtang Yaochen!"

"Longtang Gong Shaohai"

......

"Meet the Holy One!"

(End of chapter)