"Chicken and tile-dog?!"

The white-haired old man who spoke had his eyes narrowed, "Zhou Yang, in your eyes, we are just chickens and dogs, so what do you think we are not?"

"Do you need to be in the Nascent Soul stage? Or will you feel the pressure only if Master Kesi comes to you in person?"

Zhou Yang looked indifferent, and the silver-white spear in his hand shone coldly, "It's all the same."

Hearing Zhou Yang's words, the white-haired old man laughed angrily, "Okay, they are all the same. Zhou Yang, you are only half a step away from me in the Nascent Soul stage. I want to see it today. Why do you say they are all the same?"

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After saying this, the white-haired old man raised his hand to form a seal, and then, a huge red palm print flew out of his hand.

"A small trick." ??

Zhou Yang saw this and didn't take it seriously. He pointed out the silver-white spear in his hand. The light on the spear was restrained. The moment it came into contact with the red palm print, the red palm print shattered.

Moreover, Zhou Yang's shot did not end. His figure turned into an afterimage and appeared behind the white-haired old man in an instant.

However, when Zhou Yang appeared, the white-haired old man's eyes widened and he looked down at his chest.

At this time, there was a blood hole the size of a fist on his chest.

With just one move, the white-haired old man died!

Lin Zifeng was secretly shocked, and everyone else present was also shocked.

Also at the half-step Nascent Soul stage, the white-haired old man was like a baby in front of Zhou Yang. He had no power to fight back and was instantly killed with one move.

"This...this...how is this possible?"

Another monk who was traveling with him was at the half-step Nascent Soul stage. He couldn't believe it. With just one move, the white-haired old man was killed.

His strength is only about the same as that of the white-haired old man. If Zhou Yang can kill the white-haired old man instantly, he can also kill him instantly.

Zhou Yang's next actions also proved that his idea was correct.

Zhou Yang's figure once again turned into an afterimage and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already behind this half-step Nascent Soul master.

Knot

As expected, there was also a blood hole in this man's chest, and he died!!

With just a few breathing exercises, the two half-step Nascent Soul stage monks who took the lead died, and the remaining Golden Core stage monks were trembling.

"Traitors of the human race and lackeys of the gods must be punished!!"

Looking at these people, Zhou Yang had no intention of letting them go and planned to take action again.

The body turned into an afterimage, and it seemed that he could kill again in the next moment.

But at this moment, a large seal came from a distance at great speed, arriving first and knocking Zhou Yang away, who had turned into an afterimage.

"Zhou Yang, you are too arrogant!"

A muddy voice came from a distance, Zhou Yang's face changed drastically, and he looked into the distance warily.

Lin Zifeng, who was watching the battle, also instantly put Ye Changsheng into the space ring, because Lin Zifeng knew that a Nascent Soul stage monk had arrived, and the situation became more complicated.

With Ye Changsheng's method of hiding his aura, it would be easy for him to be discovered by the Nascent Soul Stage monks.

"Haha, Ke Tan Si is not too stupid, he knows how to let you come."

Zhou Yang held a silver-white spear and stood proudly in the void. Even if he knew that a strong man was coming, he had no intention of surrendering.

"Zhou Yang, from the moment you offended Master Kesi, you should have known that your fate has been determined."

An old man in brocade clothes walked over slowly, but every time he took a step, he was already a thousand meters away.

"Shrunk to an inch?"

Lin Zifeng raised his eyebrows. As far as he knew, shrinking into an inch was a special little magical power. Almost all Yuanying stage monks could use it.

"Really? My destiny is up to me and not to God. God can't even control my destiny, let alone you?!"

Zhou Yang's face was stern, and he remained neither humble nor overbearing when facing the Nascent Soul Stage monks, without giving in at all.

When Lin Zifeng heard Zhou Yang's words, he felt quite emotional in his heart. He said, "My fate is up to me and not up to God. His death at the age of thirty was because God wanted him to die."

Thinking like this, Lin Zifeng raised his eyes to the sky, with an indescribable fighting spirit in his eyes.

If God wants him to die, he will fight against God!

Compared with Lin Zifeng's feelings, when the old man in golden clothes heard Zhou Yang's words, he looked quite disdainful and even laughed outright.

"Haha, Zhou Yang, you are really arrogant. Since you think we can't control your destiny, then I want you to see how I can control your life and death."

The old man in golden clothes raised his hand, and the big seal that flew before grew when the wind blew, and in the blink of an eye it became as big as a mountain.

"Press!"

The old man in golden clothes pressed his palms, and a large seal like a mountain pressed down towards Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang shouted low, and the sound of a dragon's roar came from the spear in his hand. The next moment, the spear was pointed out, facing the pressing mountain seal.

"boom!!"

With a muffled sound, the spear hit the mountain seal.

Zhou Yang's face changed slightly, his strength increased to the extreme, and a shadow appeared behind him. This was his law shadow, the gun's law shadow!!

"A worm shakes a tree, and you don't know whether to live or die!"

The old man in golden clothes gave a light scold, and the strength in his hand increased. In the next moment, an even more terrifying power blessed the mountain seal.

Zhou Yang's body was slightly bent, his hands holding the spear were trembling slightly, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

Seeing this, Lin Zifeng already understood in his heart that Zhou Yang was indeed very strong, but compared with the real Yuanying Stage monks, he was still too weak.

Just when Lin Zifeng was just thinking that Zhou Yang was about to lose, Zhou Yang's eyes suddenly appeared

The silver-white flame was the same as the silver-white flame of the spear in his hand.

When silver-white flames appeared in Zhou Yang's eyes, the aura around him instantly surged.

He was originally half a step into the Nascent Soul stage, but his cultivation reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage in an instant.

"broken!!"

A strange voice was heard coming from Zhou Yang's mouth. It was not Zhou Yang's own voice at all!

The next moment, the mountain seal shattered.

There was a look of disbelief on the face of the old man in brocade clothes, as well as a look of fear.

He turned around and wanted to run away, but the weird sound behind him sounded again.

"die."

As the word fell, Zhou Yang arrived in front of him without knowing when.

Also arriving at the same time was the silver-white spear in Zhou Yang's hand.

At this time, the silver-white spear had penetrated the chest of the old man in golden clothes.

"you you……"

The old man in Jinyi raised his hand and pointed at Zhou Yang. He wanted to say something, but Zhou Yang pulled out his spear, and the old man in Jinyi spurted blood from his mouth and fell from the air.

At the same time, a shadow the size of a palm flew out from the body of the old man in Jinyi. It was the Nascent Soul of the old man in Jinyi.

He wanted to escape, but as long as Nascent Soul escaped, he would still have a chance to be reborn.

However, Zhou Yang obviously would not give the old man in Jinyi this chance. He pointed out the spear in his hand again, and a spear light flew out, directly blasting away the old man in Jinyi's Nascent Soul.

When Lin Zifeng saw this, it could be said that he didn't dare to breathe, because he had already seen the changes in Zhou Yang with his eyes.

The current Zhou Yang is no longer the Zhou Yang before. The person controlling Zhou Yang now is another soul, a soul that is far stronger than Zhou Yang.
Chapter completed!