The First Immortal of the Heavens

Under Zhang Yang's desire to pursue his own fighting and enjoyment, he recklessly played the method of superimposing the sacred power of the earth based on the killing thunder sacred power, which was an extreme loss to himself, making him staggered and almost sat down. On the ground, the consumption was too great, and the holy water of life prepared by the left hand was quickly plugged into the mouth, adjusting his breath.

One can imagine how powerful this punch is.

Through the blessing of the holy power of the earth, which originated from the explosion of the earth, the power is of course unparalleled.

The violent light rushed for a long time before slowly dissipating.

Look around him again.

The blood invaded the ground, causing the sacred fire here to be dyed red, but it was not burned. The suppressed sacred fire had no power to attack and kill.

Broken limbs on the ground.

There are also the limbs of some monster beasts, such as the scorpion tail, which are the characteristics of the monster beasts inspired by the melting of the beast souls belonging to the Great Creation Pavilion.

Zhang Yang panted heavily and stood up.

He caught a glimpse of Jin Zhilong who fell to the ground. He said that he was hit hard by Zhang Yang's first punch, and he was taking advantage because he was also out of this attack range.

When he saw Jin Zhilong, he screamed in fright and almost didn't pee his pants, so he started the ancient teleportation formation and ran away.

This made Zhang Yang startled, and the closure of the Holy Fire Land was opened.

So fast?

Who did it? Doesn't this mean supporting the coalition forces in southern Xinjiang and West Desert?

In the Chiyan Dynasty, there were also traitors with high status.

Zhang Yang looked at the living demon Zhutian and the others again, and he smiled slightly.

"Oh!"

This group of geniuses were scared to their mother.

They also used the ancient teleportation array to escape.

Zhang Yang didn't chase, because he was too worn out, and even after hitting this punch, the excitement a bit passed.

There are no shortage of masters on the corpses on the ground.

For example, Jin Zhihu, the master of the Good Fortune Pavilion, even brought the masters he brought out of the Good Fortune Pavilion to death in a united battle.

For example, in the hunting pavilion nine heroes, the elder Xiao Xiong was removed, and the wind passed the dragon who died early, and the remaining seven people all died in battle.

Like ghosts and gods, all the geniuses of Jinding Holy Land were bombarded and killed.

Zhang Yang muttered: "Without the Seventh Prince, the excitement is limited after all."

He thought that the Seventh Prince would be among them, so it would be very interesting.

As a result, not only the Seven Princes were not there, but also Jin Liuli, Nie Bahuang, Su Guanchao, etc. were also not there. I don’t know if it was because that night to get rid of the immortal soul and return to nothing, it brought them too much insight. the reason.

At this time, the first Hou Xia Hou Zun, Tong Lieyang and others rushed over from a distance.

They didn't really leave either, but were left behind by Yan Chihuo, staring secretly, and if Zhang Yang couldn't beat them, they would help.

However, seeing Zhang Yang just blasting all the horror with one punch, they were all dumbfounded, and their hearts trembled in horror.

"Is he still a human?" Tong Lieyang said in a speechless voice.

Xia Houzun smiled bitterly: "The title of the God of War of South Xinjiang, God of War of West Desert, and the God of Two Great Wars is not fake. By the way, I remember that you used to contempt him with your own identity."

Tong Lieyang jumped high in fright, and shouted: "Stop talking about it, I will have nightmares."

With reverent eyes, they rushed over to deal with these corpses.

There are a lot of holy treasures and storage bags.

They didn't dare to embezzle them, put them all away and handed them to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang is very generous, and distributes some of them to everyone to get the unanimous favor of these people.

"Someone has opened the ban on the land of the holy fire. First Hou hurried to check to see who did it." Zhang Yang said.

Xia Hou Zun was ordered to leave.

Zhang Yang was almost recovered, and went straight to the place where the Yin Yang Bagua furnace was located.

When he arrived, the Yin Yang Bagua furnace was already operating.

There is an arrangement for the foundry, who is still the top of the Chiyan Dynasty, who will do it personally.

The red sun stick has already been thrown in.

At present, the heavy gold of mountains and rivers, the holy gold of the earth, and the iron heart of Ruyi have not been applied.

The masters of the Chiyan Dynasty are all around.

Yan Chihuo, Yan Mengqing, and Yao Jianyi were among them.

The yin and yang gossip furnace is three meters high and has four gossip patterns. It is fully operational at the moment, and the holy fire inside is boiling, stirring, and roaring.

When Yan Chihuo, Yan Mengqing and others saw Zhang Yang, they were full of stars.

They also watched indirectly, because Xiahouzun used the psychic holy stone to reflect the whole process to them.

"Holy Lord, God of War!" Yan Chihuo gave a thumbs up.

Yan Mengqing pursed her mouth and said, "Holy Sword Huangyan can propose marriage."

The corners of his mouth twitched openly, not forgetting it.

Only Demon Jianyi whispered: "Thank you."

He knew that if Zhang Yang had not been merciful, Yao Zhutian and the people waiting for the Demon Sword Forbidden Land had died early, and that this was still the case where the limit of Zhang Yang broke out, and he was still thinking about the reason for him. This adult favor, he must remember.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Hundred-year thugs, work hard."

Demon Sword was speechless, this matter was about to come true.

"Holy Lord, it will take a lot of time for the Chiri Sacred Rod to be made into a sacred weapon. Anyway, it's okay. How about looking at the battles in other battlefields?" Yan Chihuo rubbed his hands straight, looking forward to it.

Everyone looked expectantly at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang smiled and said: "The prohibition here is opened, but I can see it. By the way, how about the holy war here? How about the holy war outside the palace?"

Yan Chihuo said: "The ghost king Youlong and the Golden Sword Saint are okay. The other saints have been killed three and are still fighting; the holy war outside the palace is relatively peaceful, Jin Wudi thought it was confining us, but in reality It’s not that the saints of our dynasty are also restraining them, so the fight is calm and meaningless, but I don’t know what happened to the holy war between the Ghosts and Gods Terrace and the Taixu Palace."

Zhang Yang took out the psychic holy stone and said with a smile: "Let's take a look too."

After the psychic sacred stone entered the Nine Extremes True Essence, it bloomed brightly.

The opposite immediately responded.

Zhang Yang was also worried about whether the four sacred sites were not working hard, so the saints of the Chiyan Dynasty stared secretly.

The picture reflected through the psychic holy stone is very shocking.

Guishentai is an independent small world of its own, which has already been destroyed.

The ground was in chaos, the aftermath of the saint's fighting power raged, and the huge damage it brought was very astonishing, and it was often more than ten kilometers of sword marks.

There were more dead bodies on the ground, and blood flowed into rivers.

There are still saints fighting today.

The biggest attraction is that the ghost king statue erected on the stage of ghosts and gods for thousands of years has actually ended, fighting more than 20 saints alone, killing very fiercely.

"This time, the Guishentai suffered a great loss." Yan Chihuo was sighed, "Ghostshentai's influence, even in West Desert, knows that they have sent too many people, but the headquarters is relatively empty, if it weren't for the ghost king. When the statue goes to battle, it is likely to suffer devastating damage."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Who said there would be no devastating damage? This is the beginning."

Yan Chihuo said in shock: "Does the Holy Master still have a back hand?"

Zhang Yang smiled and said: "Almost."

That is, a short time later, a team of ten people suddenly rushed into the stage of ghosts and gods. All of the ten people were saints, and they were all saints in the middle of the upper high realm, and even great saints. There is no saint who has just entered this realm. Under the leadership of a top saint, he crossed the battlefield and went straight to the depths of the ghost and **** platform.

"Who are they?" Yan Chihuo said.

Yan Mengqing and Yao Jianyi also looked at Zhang Yang in surprise.

Zhang Yang smiled and didn't answer.