Yang Tian had just broken through the defense of the top of the mountain, and An Xia had already rushed in with the strong wind. A roar suddenly came from the top of the mountain. Two groups of figures circling up from the top of the mountain, but An Xia was obviously under the storm.

A fat monk in his forties had a round head, wearing a green patchwork robe, and a golden light flashed around his body, blocking all the aftermath of An Xia's magic.

"This layman has the Buddha's light to protect his body, what can you do to me?"

The fat cultivator Yuan Kun held a bronze bowl in his hand, which was actually a low-grade magic weapon, and his cultivation level was higher than that of An Xia. Although Yang Tiangang had attacked the mountain gate before, the bowl was "buzzing" and the golden light swept away, which eliminated An Xia's magic layer by layer, and at the same time tried to capture An Xia's traces in the air.

An Xia instinctively felt that the golden apertures were different, and he soared into the air with the turbid air of the Dantian. While avoiding the attack of the aperture, he continued to attack with the magic weapon in his hand.

At this moment, Yuankun suddenly muttered something. An Xia thought he was going to use some strange magic, so he gathered his mind to deal with it. Unexpectedly, a buzzing sound rang in An Xia's ears like a maggot on his bones. An Xia suddenly felt restless, the spiritual energy in his body was not smooth, the turbid air in the dantian sank, and the figure in the air began to be uncontrollable, and soon he was chased by a ball of golden aperture emitted from the bowl.

Although An Xia had never seen the strange means of his opponent in front of him, he could not only disturb his mind, but also interfere with the circulation of spiritual energy in his body. He was about to be affected by the golden aperture, but a dry tobacco pole suddenly appeared in front of him, knocking away the circle of golden wide patterns that seemed to be solid.

"This person's cultivation is similar to mine. You and I will never let him escape, otherwise he will make a comeback in the future and secretly take revenge!"

Yang Tiangangren was in the void and did not move forward. The top-grade magic weapon in his hand pointed at Yuan Kun from a distance, and suddenly shouted: "Broken!"

The golden aperture around Yang Tiangang's body suddenly collapsed layer by layer, and the momentum of disintegration continued to flow upwards towards the center of the aperture, breaking up the blocking light marks all the way, until a "date" sound touched the body of the bowl magic weapon, and exploded the deafening sound of gold and iron clashing in the air before giving up.

Yang Tiangang's lithotrip technique is so powerful that it is as powerful as Yang Junshan's lithotrip technique with the help of runes.

Yuankun obviously did not expect that Yang Tiangang's power could reach such a state of just one spell. Although he had suffered a loss in Yang Tiangang's hands before, he thought that it was because the other party was suspected of a sneak attack. However, he did not know that Yang Tiangang himself practiced a magic trick with earth attributes, which was not completely in line with the top-grade magic weapon with fire attributes in his hands. How could the magical powers he used to use fire attributes before were as powerful as the power of his natal magic when he took action?

Yuankun knew Yang Tiangang's power with just one blow. He saw that the two martial arts realms had little chance of winning, so he hung the bowl above his head, and circles of golden light patterns fell down to protect him. He pushed his palms towards the two of them, and a "卍" character appeared in the palms, which rose in the wind in the air, flashing with golden light and printing on the two of them.

At the same time, Na Yuanma shouted to the top of the mountain and said, "If things are not harmonious today, please step back first and contact us in the Buddhist silhouette and the gods of the gods in the future!"

"No, this bald man is going to run away!"

An Xia screamed, and a strong wind rolled up around him. He noticed that the power of the "卍" talisman that Yin Xiang was afraid to take it forward, and used the technique of driving the wind to avoid it. Although his figure was fast, he lost the opportunity to directly pursue Yuan Kun.

Yang Tiangang had a strong yellow aura around his body, but he didn't need to flash the "卍" character printed there, so he directly knocked it on his face with the dry tobacco rod in his hand.

"crack!"

The "卍" character suddenly split before it was printed in front of Yang Tiangang. Yang Tiangang directly broke through the obstacle and continued to stop and rushed towards the escaped Yuankun vest.

"Spiritual magic power!"

Yuankun's eyes were cracked, and he knew that it was already at the critical moment of life and death. He directly blocked the magic weapon above his head behind him. A loud bang came. The magic weapon bowl was directly cracked by Yang Tiangang's "Ground-breaking Spirit Technique" and fell directly to the ground. However, Yuankun opened his mouth and sprayed a blood arrow. His body did not dare to stop at all. He flew desperately outside Niushou Mountain. Even Yang Tiangang could not catch up with him for a while.

"Where to escape!"

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from the direction of Yuankun's flight. Yuankun felt panic in his heart, but he saw flying catkins in the sky suddenly rising from the bottom of the mountain, blocking the direction of Yuankun's escape.

Yuankun instinctively sensed that there was a risk hidden in this flying catkin. However, Yang Tiangang and An Xia were attacking each other from left to right, and he could not help but hesitate at all. Even though he knew that there was a sea of ​​swords and fire inside, he could only break through.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Kun crashed into the flying catkin without any obstacle. The flying catkin looked more like a bluff. Yuan Kun felt relieved, but saw the flying catkin falling towards his body. His heart couldn't help but move. The spiritual essence in his body shook secretly, sweeping the flying catkin around him.

Unexpectedly, it was poked into the hornet's nest. The moment the spiritual energy in Yuankun's body overflowed out of his body, the flying catkins in the sky were like bloody leeches, rushing around Yuankun's body.

Yuankun's shocked expression condensed the spiritual essence in his body and shook it again, turning the gathered ruins into powder again. However, the flying catkins in the sky became more and more crazy. Yuankun also noticed that as he shattered the flying catkins twice, the spiritual essence in his body was actually passing away quickly.

"It's those flying catkins, they are actually absorbing the spiritual essence in my body!"

Yuankun immediately understood the reason, but it was too late. Because he was seriously injured by Yang Tiangang, Yuankun could no longer control the vital energy in his body. After another shock, the leaking spiritual energy could no longer be bound. There were waves of empty space in his body, and he could no longer maintain the speed of flying.

An Xia chased after the wind, and the magic weapon in his hand spiraled and twisted. The big head of the round Kun Dou suddenly flew up and was killed.

At the same time, the fighting sounds at other intersections of Niushou Mountain gradually subsided. Yang Junshan and Han Xiusheng joined forces to kill two mortal realm fifth-level Buddhist monks who were trying to break through, and there were three low-level Buddhist believers.

Han Xiusheng and Han Xiumei practice the same wood-attributed skills. The nephew and uncle joined forces. Han Xiusheng was responsible for plaguing his opponent with wood-attributed spells, while Yang Junshan took the opportunity to attack and kill with lithotripsy.

Now Yang Junshan's lithotrip technique has become more and more powerful, and it is no longer the same as when he defeated Yang Junxian in front of the library. He pointed it out and directly shattered his opponent's internal organs, and he had no vitality. Even if he used the rune stone to guide the spells from the air, the power of the lithotrip technique could almost be comparable to that of the cultivators at the fifth level of the mortal realm.

With the assistance of Yang Junshan, after personally killing a rival who was evenly matched, Han Xiusheng's aura became more and more calm, and his cowardly temperament gradually disappeared. When he took action, he gradually brought a sharp aura comparable to that of Chu Chuang and others.

On the top of the mountain, An Xia looked at Han Xiumei in surprise and asked in disbelief: "Sister-in-law, are you just using spiritual skills?"

Han Xiumei smiled and said, "It's spiritual art. Unfortunately, the skills I practiced are too poor. The spiritual energy in my body cannot support the spiritual arts being used many times. It takes a long time to prepare once, otherwise the bald monk wouldn't have almost escaped."

An Xia shook his head and sighed: "The inheritance of spiritual art is more important than magical tools. My sister-in-law has mastered spiritual art. Her strength is not weaker than that of a cultivator of the same level who has mastered medium-grade magical tools. The third brother not only has the top-grade magical tools, but also has the family-born spiritual art "Earth-breaking Spirit Art". You and his wife join forces, and even the fifth-level monks in the Martial Arts Realm dare not underestimate it."

Han Xiumei said: "Where is that powerful? My spiritual skills are more of an auxiliary function. Just now, it was because the bald monk was injured by you and then attacked by me. Otherwise, my spiritual skills alone would not be the opponent of that person at all."

While the three of them were talking, eight or nine monks rushed up from the west side of Niushou Mountain. The leader was Yang Zhenbiao, an old man from the Yang family who took the lead in moving to Tuqiu Village last year. Even the brothers Yang Qingniu and Yang Tieniu were following him. The old man was already in his seventies or eighties, but he was still fierce. This besieged Niushou Mountain seemed to have regained the glorious years when he lived with Yang Lie in his hometown of the Yang family. He killed two monks of the same level of the Shu clan.

"Uncle Biao, everyone in the west has solved it?" Yang Tiangang asked with a smile when he saw the old man rushing to the top of the mountain first.

Yang Zhenbiao smiled "haha" and said, "Don't worry, third master, no one missed the net, just look at the people in the east!"

"We killed 16 people here, including twelve monks and six higher-level mortal realm, each of them escaped!"

Just after Yang Zhenbiao and others rushed up, Chu Chuang also ran up with his brothers and said without showing any weakness. Yang Junshan followed Han Xiusheng and went up the mountain behind Chu Chuang and others.

After Chu Chuang reached the top of the mountain, he first glanced at Han Xiumei and An Xia, then looked at Yang Tiangang, stepped forward and bowed two steps, "Chu Chuang has met Mr. Yang. Thanks to Mr. San for his support over the past six months, I, Qingshu Village, have benefited a lot!"

Yang Tiangang smiled and said, "Brother Chu is polite. Today's incident shows Brother Chu's loyalty. These cultists have collected a lot of cultivation resources. I'd better count them and leave here quickly. We're too disturbed just now, and I'm afraid it's already attracted the attention of those who are interested!"

Everyone said this time, it was for the cultivation resources collected by these Buddhist monks. When they heard what Yang Tiangang said, everyone was overjoyed and said, "That's what it should be!"
Chapter completed!