Traveling through the heavens as a myth

The old man had animal skins around his waist and a basket on his back.

He occasionally bent down and grabbed a plant that seemed to be a weed, put it in his mouth and tasted it, and then threw it into the basket behind him.

The wilderness is endless, and the journey of the old man is also endless.

All this is fast, in fact only in a flash.

Bai Yulong was nearly several feet away, so Ning Yang raised his right hand, stretched it out towards the back, and then threw it forward.

Although Ning Yang's movements were fast and even formed afterimages, in Bai Yulong's eyes, every scene of Ning Yang's movements was as clear as engraved in his mind.

"Hey!"

With a soft sound, the thunder gun cut through the space and pierced between Bai Yulong's eyebrows.

Seeing his supernatural powers, Bai Yulong was shocked.

He knows how powerful his body is now, his supernatural powers, fundamentally...

The thought hadn't finished, with a "chih".The thunder gun pierced the head of the white jade dragon, and then disappeared to the side like a meteor.

Bai Yulong's eyes were black, the big dragon's eyes had no expression, and the dragon's body had no power, and it fell straight down.

The lord of the monster race, Bai Yulong, was killed by Ning Yang!

As soon as Bai Yulong died, Longwei dissipated naturally.

Although the King of Longevity regained his mobility, he was shocked by what he saw.

Everything that happened before him was almost dreamlike, making him suspect that his hundreds of years of cultivation had been cultivated on dogs.

A young monk who was just twenty years old actually killed the Great Demon King who had defeated him!

In less than an hour, a junior monk he was optimistic about actually surpassed him directly.

Why does this make him feel bad?

While the King of Longevity was immersed in shock, Ning Yang flew over the white jade dragon corpse, and fell down with the dragon corpse.

The falling speed of the dragon corpse was getting faster and faster, and in the middle of the journey, it returned to the form of the previous white jade dragon.

...

On the ground battlefield, monks or monsters with extraordinary hearing ability raised their heads and looked at the sky with some confusion.

They heard the whistling sound, the kind of whistling that cut through the air at noon, and it came from the sky.

The howling became louder and louder, even ordinary monks and monsters could hear it.

At this moment, the body of the white jade dragon fell through the clouds and appeared in the sight of everyone and the demon.

"What's that?" someone exclaimed.

"It seems to be the Yuming King of the Monster Race." The monk said with good eyes.

The Yaozu cheered suddenly.

In their opinion, it must be their master who won the battle of the two kings, and came down to win this war.

The Human Race monk also thought of this, couldn't help but feel bitter in his mouth, lost in his eyes, and secretly said, "Everything is over."

But soon someone discovered the anomaly.

The white jade dragon was getting closer and closer to the ground, but it didn't mean to slow down at all.

Moreover, knowing that just now, the white jade dragon seems to have not moved except for falling down.

A trace of ominous premonition appeared in the hearts of all the monster races, and a trace of hope rose in the hearts of all races.

When the body of the white jade dragon fell directly to the ground, smashing or shaking hundreds of demon races nearby, everything was finally clear.

"Master!"

"Master!"

The monster clan let out a cry of sorrow, the voice was extremely stern, and it could almost make June Feixue.

At this moment, the morale of the monster clan collapsed completely, and even the enemies fighting in front of him were ignored, and he turned his head and ran.

Even the remaining two monster clan leaders are the same, they led their men and fought and retreated.

The human monks cheered, their morale skyrocketed, and they began to chase the fleeing monsters.

Ning Yang broke through the clouds and came to the sky above the battlefield, as did that phantom.

Looking at the demon clan fleeing, Ning Yang's eyes flashed murderously.

"Wan Mu grows hair!"

On the battlefield, within a few breaths, a vast forest suddenly grew, almost filling the open space outside the city.

Immediately afterwards, in the forest that had just grown, there was a sound of the demon sword

The screams continued for a full quarter of an hour before stopping.

The Human Race was shocked by this strange method, and the eyes that looked at Ning Yang were full of awe.

At this moment, the King of Longevity finally recovered and returned to the battlefield.

Seeing that the King of Longevity was unharmed, the Human Race monk cheered.

Ning Yang didn't care about their reaction, put away the dragon corpse, and flew towards the Association of Alchemists with a "swish".

Chapter 180

Arriving at the Pharmacists Association, Ning Yang ignored the surprised gazes of others, and went straight to the 99th floor.

Mainly, Ning Yang's current image is really eye-catching, and he keeps jumping all the way.

As soon as I arrived on the 99th floor, I heard an old voice, "Who are you?"

Ning Yang turned his head to look, and saw that it was his master Jiang Ziang, and quickly replied, "Master, it is me."

"Ning Yang?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Jiang Ziang was a little puzzled, the appearance was so different.

Ning Yang said: "It's me."