I stack buffs in a weird world!

Ji Bochang threw the array plate into the air, and it immediately turned into a semi-illusory yellow line.

With Zhang Yang as the center, strange symbols were densely outlined on the ground.

Zhang Yang looked at the array plate, then glanced at the symbols on the ground, and teleported towards Ji Bochang with a grin.

He was not a fool. These people were using big moves, so he could see it naturally.

"Quick! Stand on the position of the circle!"

Ji Bochang's face changed drastically when he saw Zhang Yang's figure.

Others no longer hesitated. If this array plate was useless, they would have no way to deal with Zhang Yang.

"Shua~" Zhang Yang appeared twenty meters away, frowning and looking at the spell on the ground.

This ghost thing was still under his feet, and he couldn't even get rid of it with a flash of movement, as if it had consciousness.

In just such a short moment, ten Dynasty and Imperial Dynasty disciples were already standing in the empty circle.

The array was activated, and the yellow lines on the ground twisted like living things, climbing up Zhang Yang's body one after another.

Zhang Yang kept teleporting, but it was useless.

These yellow lines seemed to grow on his body. Wherever he was, these ghost things were there?

"Haha... Good, the formation is done!"

Everyone on the formation felt the energy in their bodies flowing away.

There were more yellow lines, densely climbing up Zhang Yang's body and began to bind him tightly.

Ji Bochang sneered as he watched Zhang Yang struggle to break the "yellow lines", but more "yellow lines" surged up.

"Zhang Yang, don't struggle. This is the 'thousand threads' unique to our Ji family. As long as the formation is completed, not to mention you, a third-level, even a fifth-level person can't break free."

Zhang Yang frowned and looked at the yellow lines on his body. These things are indeed a bit mysterious.

He used the Taotie chain blade to cut it off, but the chain blade went straight through the yellow lines.

The "yellow lines" kept coming, and in a short time, Zhang Yang was wrapped up like a dumpling.

Seeing this situation, Ji Bochang and others were relieved. Zhang Yang put too much pressure on them.

Especially the shadow of the demon Buddha was still there, looking at them with contempt for some reason.

Ahem....

Everyone couldn't help but mutter in their hearts, 'What the hell is this? '

"It's worthy of being the formation of the Great Wen Dynasty, it's really extraordinary."

Ouyang Long said with a thumbs up and a smile.

Other dynasty disciples also echoed.

Ji Bochang was a little complacent. This time he came out and begged for a long time, and the family gave him a life-saving magic weapon formation.

Although the faces of the dynasty disciples were indignant, they had nothing to say now. After all, they relied on other people's formations to control Zhang Yang.

However, some of them have begun to regret it, especially after knowing Zhang Yang's strength.

Just now, some people were also observing the strength of the dynasty disciples in the joint battle.

To be honest, it's far worse than that Zhang Yang.

They realized that they had picked up a diamond and were chewing it!

Persimmons... are still delicious when they are soft!

Dang Xiaojie showed an anxious look on his face, and he secretly took out a piece of white paper and was about to make a move.

"Dang Xiaojie, what do you want to do?"

Chang Sun Lian, who had been paying attention to Dang Xiaojie, deliberately shouted loudly.

He was obsessed with the fact that Dang Xiaojie had snatched his pills and injured him.

Chang Sun Lian's voice attracted the attention of others.

Several disciples who were not in the formation looked at each other and slowly walked over.

Dang Xiaojie's face changed slightly and he took a few steps back.

"Give us some face, we are all children of big families and elegant people, why do we have to use knives and guns?

I like making friends the most in my life. There is no hatred between us..."

"Why not? Aren't you and Zhang Yang teammates?"

Chang Sun Lian smiled sinisterly, not wanting to let Dang Xiaojie go.

"Fuck you, I %@%&&￥@!"

A word with a high content of "mother" came out of Dang Xiaojie's mouth, and Chang Sun Lian also cursed.

"Bang~"

The sound of the rope breaking was particularly harsh.

Everyone was stunned, and the whole stone platform was so quiet that one could hear the sound of a silver needle falling to the ground.

Then everyone turned their heads stiffly to the center of the formation...

"Bang~" Another "yellow line" broke.

"How is this possible?!"

Ji Bochang looked at it with shock on his face. Others didn't know, but he knew.

"Thousands of threads" is actually a kind of evil, and it is not from this world.

The family studied this evil for hundreds of years before they developed the "Thousands of threads" formation and made a formation disk specifically for controlling this thing.

As long as it is not the sixth level, there is basically no possibility of escape.

In the end, it will be strangled to death by "Thousands of threads"!

"Bang...Bang..." The sound became more and more dense, and finally even became one piece.

Then a giant figure slowly blocked the tinyweak light.

In an instant, the shadow not only covered their sight, but also their hearts.

"Is this... physical cultivation?"

Some disciples said in horror.

"It's not physical cultivation. Physical cultivation will only make people tougher, not taller."

Someone immediately denied it.

"It looks more like... the secret method of Shancang Temple, but... this is a human form."

No one knew what was going on. Looking at Zhang Yang who had become unusually tall, they couldn't help but feel terrified.

"Boom~" The formation was directly broken by Zhang Yang.

"Enough of playing?"

Zhang Yang's rough voice came, deafening.

"Then... it's my turn?"

Ji Bochang's face was pale, "Run!"

"Run to hell, where to run!"

Everyone was horrified. There was only a bare stone platform here, and there was no place to escape.

"Little bugs, let us play happily!"

Zhang Yang showed a hint of a grim smile. He would not let any of these people go.

With a light tap of his foot, a big pit instantly appeared on the hard ground.

The Wang Chao and Huang Chao disciples who began to flee were slapped on the stone platform by Zhang Yang like slapping flies.

"Pah..."

The disgusting flesh and blood exploded on the ground, splashing all over Dang Xiaojie, Ma Chao and others.

"Gululu~"

Dang Xiaojie swallowed his saliva and didn't even dare to wipe the blood on his face.

He was scared to death, 'Zhang... Brother Zhang, you won't kill me too if you are so excited about killing? '

Ma Chao, Lu Tian, ​​and Ren Zhong didn't dare to move, for fear that Zhang Yang would slap them to death.

If there was a hole in the ground, they would want to get into it and leave Zhang Yang's sight.

Too cruel!

There were no fancy secrets and magic, only pure physical destruction.

The whole stone platform was like a slaughterhouse, with stumps, bones and flesh everywhere.

Some people didn't even have time to scream, and were crushed like cockroaches.

At this time, Zhang Yang did not feel any discomfort, and was even in a very happy mood, because the system sound prompts kept ringing.

[Ding~ Congratulations to the host for getting the deduction BUFF (1). ]

[Ding~ Congratulations to the host for getting the immunity BUFF (fake). ]

[Ding~ Congratulations to the host for getting the fusion BUFF (1). ]

Three consecutive BUFFs, this explosion rate has never been seen before.

I can only say... worthy of being a descendant of a dynasty or imperial family!

In less than a quarter of an hour, all the disciples who participated in the attack on Zhang Yang, except Ji Bochang, had died.

Ji Bochang was left behind by Zhang Yang on purpose.

"I'm very curious about you! We didn't know each other before, right? Why do you have such a strong hostility towards me?

Zou Cuo provoked me, and he was also affected by your evil magic, right?"

Zhang Yang looked at Ji Bochang, whose limbs were broken, with a playful look.

"Ahem... What qualifications do you, a jerk, have to stand with us?"

Ji Bochang knew that he had no hope of survival, so he spoke without restraint.

"Oh? It seems that you are not targeting me, but jerk?" Zhang Yang touched his chin and guessed.