"The Wu clan's sense of smell is well-deserved."

Deep in the jungle, among the giant trees that were shattered by Xiangling Zhanwu's blow, a man walked out. He was wearing black black armor and a scarlet cloak. He had a strong figure and a dark golden vertical pattern on his forehead that kept opening and closing.

The stern young man.

"Yang Zhan?"

Although it was obscured by smoke and dust, there was no fog in this area, and Yang Yunfan could easily see the appearance of the peeping person.

Yang Zhan!

This guy actually appeared here?

"Powang Shengmu, are you a descendant of the Yang family in Qingyuan Mountain?"

Looking at the golden eye on Yang Zhan's forehead, which was hard to distinguish between reality and reality, Xiang Ling and Wu bit their red lips and suddenly became excited.

After the great witch Jiufeng came back, he once told them that the Yang family in Qingyuan Mountain had a very powerful young man who could withstand the sound of the Donghuang Bell three times and keep his soul awake.

This level of soul is already infinitely close to that of a holy monk.

And that young man's name is Yang Zhan.

If you encounter them, be careful.

This is because the most powerful bloodline secret technique of the Yang family [Breaking the Holy Eye] is driven by the power of the soul. Theoretically, the stronger the power of the soul, the greater the power of the Holy Eye. Yang Zhan's soul power

The power is so powerful that once he uses the Holy Eye of Destruction, he will be absolutely invincible under the holy level.

"No matter how powerful the Yang family is, they are just subordinates of the master of the Heavenly Temple!"

Xiang Ling Zhan Wu was not convinced.

Jiufeng Great Witch General Yang Zhan, a young man, almost praised him to the sky. She wanted to see how many tricks Yang Zhan had?

boom!

At this time, Xiangling Zhanwu raised his hands, and the golden bells on his fingers began to ring loudly.

As her bell rang, the two yellow electric snakes accompanying her were immediately stimulated, and "bang bang bang" they continuously spit out lightning bolts from their mouths and shot towards Yang Zhan below.

"snort!"

Yang Zhan's spiritual sense was so keen that he made a judgment in advance almost at the moment the lightning fell. His body flashed back and forth rapidly in the jungle, dodging one attack after another, looking very casual.

"hateful!"

Seeing this scene, Xiangling Zhanwu couldn't help but become furious.

"call--"

However, at the moment when Xiangling Zhanwu set off, there was a golden sword light, which was about to reach its peak.

, coming quickly from the other side.

"What?"

Xiangling Zhanwu didn't expect this attack at all. At this time, his body was in mid-air and he moved abruptly to avoid the fatal blow.

However, the golden sword light was too fast and the angle was very tricky. With a "poof", it struck Xiangling Zhanwu's waist.

"Bang!"

The skin of Xiang Ling Zhan Wu suddenly turned golden where it was attacked, and a series of mysterious witch inscriptions appeared. Then, under the light of the sword, these witch inscriptions shattered one by one and turned into smoke.

However, the mysterious golden halo emerging from the witchcraft text always acted like a protective shield, blocking out the sword light.

Until the end——

The sword light couldn't hold up any longer, and it shattered with a pop, turning into countless rays of sword energy that shot out in all directions.

"The Golden Body of the Witch Clan is really powerful!"

Behind Xiangling Zhanwu, Yang Zhan's figure appeared again, but this time, his face was much clearer, and the golden vertical lines on his forehead were even more shining, making people unable to look straight.

See.

"Clone Source Technique?"

Xiangling Zhanwu stared at Yang Zhan coldly, "I didn't expect you to master such a move?"

At this time, Xiangling Zhanwu already understood.

Just now, the person who provoked her and fought with her was just a clone of Yang Zhan.

Yang Zhan's true identity has been hiding behind them.

While she was not paying attention, he launched a sneak attack with [Breaking Holy Eyes].

If it weren't for Xiangling Zhanwu's own golden body of the witch clan, which has been cultivated to a small level and is surrounded by witch patterns anytime and anywhere, forming a unique defensive barrier, she would have been seriously injured just now.

"It's just a little trick, it's nothing."

Yang Zhan smiled softly, quite proudly.

This is not a clone origin technique, but a spiritual clone from the secret art stream back then.

Only these aristocratic families with ancient inheritance and holy-level monks in their families still retain the cultivation method of the secret method... Moreover, not everyone can practice this cultivation method successfully.

Only those with strong enough soul power can get started.

In the Yang family, there are quite a few people who have awakened the [Destroy the Holy Eye], but there are only a handful of people whose secret techniques have flowed into the door.

This spiritual clone possesses one-tenth of his strength.

At that time, it was more than enough to deal with ordinary Qiankun realm monks. He did not expect that the attack power of the two electric snakes used by Xiangling Zhanwu was so powerful that his clone could hardly hold on.

He had no choice but to act with his true self.

"Your Excellency, your strength is pretty good in this realm of war witches..."

At this time, accompanied by a burst of hearty laughter, Yang Zhan was about to leave.

"Now that you're here, you still want to leave?"

"Everyone, stop him!"

Of course, Xiangling Zhanwu couldn't stand this tone, so she immediately ordered several strong Zhanwu warriors around her to take action together.

Swish, brush, brush!

Xiang Ling Zhan Wu's companions immediately took action and rushed directly towards Yang Zhan himself.

"Oh--"

However, before those people could get closer, Yang Zhan chuckled lightly, flicked his scarlet cloak, leaving behind a cloud of smoke, and the whole person disappeared.

"hateful."

As soon as Yang Zhan left, Xiang Ling Zhan Wu no longer had any scruples. She groaned, and her whole body suddenly softened, almost collapsing to the ground.

When Yang Yunfan saw this scene, he was about to go up to help him, but he was beaten by another female monk from the Witch Clan.

The witch held Xiang Ling Zhan Wu up, and soon she saw a huge black lump appearing on Xiang Ling Zhan Wu's waist. Obviously, although Yang Zhan's sword was blocked, the strength of the sword was

, but it penetrated in and injured Xiangling Zhanwu’s internal organs.

"Xiang Ling Zhan Wu, are you okay?"

Seeing the injury, the witch immediately became nervous.

"It's okay. Just rest for a while."

Xiangling Zhan Wu took a look at his injury, his expression changed, and he thought to himself: "The Yang family's [Breaking Holy Eye] is really powerful. My Wu Clan's golden body can block most of the attacks in the world.

But he was still seriously injured."

"Without the defense of this golden body, I'm afraid that blow could have cut me into two pieces."

Thinking of this, Xiang Ling Zhan Wu also felt lingering fear.

"Senior, can you let me take a look?"

At this time, Yang Yunfan stared at Xiang Ling Zhan Wu's wounds, his eyes couldn't help but flicker, and he was extremely surprised: "How could this happen? Earth, water, wind and fire, destruction, life, light and darkness, thunder, the power of the eight laws,

They all condense into a sword light."
Chapter completed!