Looking at the busy figures of everyone, Zhang Muyang sneered: "I was in a good mood. You insisted on coming over and killing yourself, so don't blame me."

With the actions of these monks, light curtains rose next to Zhang Muyang. Zhang Muyang raised his eyebrows and glanced. He didn't know whether it was their group who found the correct usage of the formation or because they increased the supply of spiritual energy. This formation was much stronger than just now, but it was only a little stronger. For Zhang Muyang, there was not much difference.

He glanced at it and smashed it out hard.

"Bang!"

It seemed like the clay pot was broken. The light curtain that had just risen just now made a sound of breaking through the air under Zhang Muyang's punch, and then broke open. Those who had just tried their best to give Zhang Muyang a blow, all spitted blood and flew backwards. After struggling on the ground for two times, they all had no resurrection.

Just after Zhang Muyang crushed the formation, the remaining cultivators all used their unique skills to attack Zhang Muyang. In an instant, all kinds of spells around Zhang Muyang exploded with a burst of colorful spells.

The explosion caused by this resounded throughout the valley. The monks who did not participate in the siege for various reasons looked sideways and guessed in their hearts what was going on here.

This trip to the ruins encountered too many accidents. First, the tentative battle between major forces, followed by inexplicable pressure and thunder, followed by the endless sea of ​​skeletons. Now, in the unknown valley, such a burst sound came.

The remaining casual cultivators were trembling in their hearts, wishing they could get away from this place of right and wrong as possible. When they first entered here, they still hoped to fantasize about the adventure they could get here, and from then on the verge of the white, rich and beautiful woman, but the ruthless reality shattered their fantasies in ruthlessness.

Perhaps the lucky ones who counterattacked because of picking up bargains do exist, but the probability of such a thing falling on their heads is almost zero, and they have to experience death threats again and again. So after feeling this burst, they will go as far as they can, for fear of being implicated.

Among these people, there was a beautiful girl who turned her head to see her frequently. She kept thinking in her heart: "Is it you? Brother Zhang Mu."

Zhang Muyang, who was hooking and killing people, suddenly sneezed. He frowned and rubbed his nose, muttering in his heart: "Who is thinking about me again."

Now Zhang Muyang was surrounded by corpses. In just less than three minutes, Zhang Muyang almost killed half of the people besieged him. He stood among the corpses all over the ground and felt that he had thought about fighting with someone more and more intense. The action just now could only be considered a warm-up for him, and he could not even be considered a warm-up. He barely used his swordsmanship and Taoist arts after breaking through to the third turn of the magical powers.

"Do you have any more powerful tricks? Let me see, if only you have such a little ability, then you can't get away today."

The only ordinary monks left looked at Zhang Muyang, and some one said, "Zhang Muyang, don't be proud, you are the one who will die today."

Although Zhang Muyang killed nearly half of them, and had worked hard to set up the formation for a long time, it was so vulnerable in front of Zhang Muyang, they still had a glimmer of hope in their hearts. This hope and courage seemed to come from their hearts. It also seemed to come from this valley.

"Kasibara, jump right away..."

With the costumed and the chanting of the African indigenous chief figure, Zhang Muyang finally waited for a long time to release the ultimate move.

"roar!"

A strange roar sounded, and the roar seemed to contain endless murderous intent. As the roar became more and more real, a monster slowly walked out of their newly carved stone carvings.

The whole body was pitch black, huge like an elephant, and there was a third eye as big as a copper bell on his forehead.

Zhang Muyang looked at the dark guy in front of him speechlessly, and couldn't help pinching his nose. He couldn't figure out why these foreigners played summoning techniques once they couldn't beat him. As San from Yin, the Japanese people who had fought several times before, and even the monks from Yue were still. They were so boring that they couldn't play with something new? Moreover, the things summoned every time were so ugly that they didn't have to look at them. They knew they were a fucking villain, and they still could not live for five hundred words.

"Go and kill him."

Under the control of those African chiefs, the monster roared at Zhang Muyang, and was rushing towards this guy with a fierce momentum and fierce spirit. The person involved, Zhang Muyang, seemed to have not seen it. His attention was now shifted to the other side, and he ignored it at all, and could crush a tank into a random monster.

Zhang Muyang was so arrogant that in addition to the impact caused by this monster, it did not pose much threat to him, he also had a divine object that restrained the so-called summoning beast, which was the tentacles left by Zhang Muyang after he was struggling with the monster insect in Wula Province, and the feathers left by Zhang Muyang that had not yet been dealt with by the strange bird.

You know, although they were criticized by Zhang Muyang, they were all advanced creatures, and even in the world of cultivation, they could still be ranked higher-ranking species. This kind of blood pressure on the bloodline at the level of life is the most deadly for these monsters. Just like the strange snake before, the monsters summoned by the African chiefs turned against each other after approaching Zhang Muyang several meters.

"This...this is impossible! How could he control Gondola?"

Looking at the monster that turned against the water before the attack, several African chiefs began to scream. They couldn't understand. The monster Gondora, who had always been in trouble in the previous struggle, could even destroy an armored team of monsters. Why was it suddenly controlled by Zhang Muyang? They didn't even see Zhang Muyang taking action.

"Is he the real monster? He is the devil sent by heaven? He is the real master of these monsters, otherwise how can I explain this situation."

This idea is not just about them thinking, but many monks present are suspicious that with the revival of spiritual energy and the resumption of practice, some things that were once refuted as feudal superstition will flourish in the world again, especially among monks, their thoughts are even more serious.

Without mentioning their strange thoughts, Zhang Muyang turned his head and looked at several Japanese people.
Chapter completed!