His mind was running quickly, and he wanted to find a way to save himself.

He didn't expect that the old bald donkey Tianyun looked harmless, but he didn't expect that he would be so cruel. Looking at the old bald donkey, he wanted to refine himself directly! He had to admit that this time, he underestimated the enemy.

In the eyes of the people around him, at this moment, Han Yang and Monk Tianyun's bodies were in the air. Old Monk Tianyun was bathed in a golden light, looking extremely sacred. At the same time, a golden light emitted from his body, entangling Han Yang.

At this moment, Han Yang was full of black air and looked very scary. Judging from his appearance, he was constantly struggling.

Seeing this scene, Zong Shenglong's face showed a deep joy, and he cursed with a look of relief, "Boy, aren't you very powerful?"

Are you showing off, ah?"

Not only him, but also those in the Divine Sword Sect behind him, were also filled with a strong look of joy on their faces at this moment.

Even Ximen Feng couldn't help but say, "Master Tianyun is still powerful. As soon as he takes action, this little devil will no longer do it!"

There was a hint of pride on the face of the little monk.

However, Dongfangzhu's face was extremely ugly, and she was very anxious at this moment.

Shen Feiyang, with a gloating expression on his face, laughed and said, "Hahaha, I knew that this kid, but this guy, dared to challenge a person like Master Tianyun, is really impatient to live, hahahaha..." Dongfang Zhu glared at him coldly, without saying a word.

The people from the Phantom Demon Sect were a little panicked at this time, and Hu Yixian even said: "No, we can't watch, we should take action immediately and rescue the sect leader!"

However, Mei Ruofang frowned and said, "No, if we take action, so many enemies will definitely take action. At that time, we will definitely be outnumbered. Besides, the sect leader and Monk Tianyun are a one-on-one competition, so how can we help?"

"That's right, why are you in a hurry? Let me tell you, your sect leader is definitely fine!"

Zi Ling said with a smile.

The others didn't say much, but there was still a strong sense of worry in their eyes.

The competition between Monk Tianyun and Han Mo is still continuing.

Han Yang hid in the corner of his body and paid close attention to this competition, but as the competition was over, his face became increasingly ugly.

The strength of the old monk Tianyun is not ordinary. Even if Han Mo activates the Tianlang Transformation, he is not his opponent.

He watched helplessly, Han Mo's struggle gradually became smaller.

The golden light began to gradually invade Han Mo's body and began to refine the demonic energy in his body. A strong look of pain appeared on Han Mo's face.

Han Yang was extremely anxious. If this continues, Han Mo will definitely not be able to support him. Even if he takes action, he will not be the opponent of the old monk.

He frowned and thought for a while, and soon had an idea. It seemed that the only way to find an opportunity to move away from here is to move.

In this way, you can find a place first, restore your strength, and then take revenge.

Thinking of this, he began to wait carefully. He knew that there was only one opportunity like this, that is, the moment when the old monk Tianyun relaxed.

The black aura on Han Mo's body became weaker and weaker, and his breath became weaker and weaker. He was about to be unable to resist.

And at this moment, the opportunity that Han Yang waited patiently finally came.

He saw the old monk Tianyun who had been closing his eyes, at this moment, opened his eyes, looked at Han Mo, shouted the Buddha's name, and said lightly: "Han Duke, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore. If you are willing to give up your cultivation, go to my Tianyin Mountain, and serve the Buddha for life, today, I will spare your life!"

But even though he said so, the golden light of the old bald donkey was not taken away, but it was a little dimmed.

Han Yang's brows couldn't help but frown. This old bald donkey is really hard to deal with.

But unexpectedly, at this moment, Han Mo suddenly shouted loudly, and then an extremely violent force erupted from him.

Han Yang's face was shocked. He was very familiar with this power. It was the power of the city of death.

At this time, Han Mo actually launched the City of Death.

The old monk Tianyun accidentally fell into the trap. His true soul was instantly pulled out and directly pulled into the City of Death.

However, he was not panicked. After looking at the surrounding environment, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth and said coldly: "It seems that Mr. Han is really stubborn. Since that's the case, don't blame me for being rude!"

As he said that, he slowly sat down cross-legged, folded his hands together, and recited the scriptures.

As soon as he read the scripture, the golden aura wrapped around Han Mo instantly became even stronger. Han Mo let out a painful roar. Obviously, he was suffering a great torture.

Han Yang frowned and thought for a while, and soon had an idea.

The next moment, his true soul penetrated into the city of death.

This city of death was used by Han Mo, which was equivalent to that of him, so his true soul could perfectly integrate into the city of death without any sense of incongruity.

After entering the City of Death, he quietly walked behind the old monk Tianyun.

He stared at this guy, and a faint sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Then, without hesitation, he punched him directly.

This punch contained his greatest strength. Not only did he exert all his cultivation, but he also directly used the twelfth punch of the Sky-Splitting God Fist.

Monk Tianyun, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, looked suddenly shocked, and a golden light suddenly burst out behind him. Obviously, he noticed Han Yang's attack.

However, at this time, it was too late.

First, Han Yang was too close to him, and second, Han Yang's attack was too fierce.

Therefore, although Monk Tianyun noticed the danger, it was still too late.

Han Yang's punch hit his back with extremely terrifying power.

The golden light on Monk Tianyun's body was instantly dispersed by Han Yang.

His mouth opened and spit out a few mouthfuls of golden blood. Then, he turned his head and looked at Han Yang in shock.

"You...you..." Han Yang said with a faint smile on his lips: "Master Tianyun, it seems that you lost this competition!"
Chapter completed!