Traveling through the heavens as a myth

Situation!

As soon as he sensed the breath of a middle-aged monk, Ning Yang's heart shuddered, with a hint of bad luck.

Ning Yang stared into the eyes of the middle-aged monk and asked, "Who are you and why are you blocking my way?"

The middle-aged cultivator swept away the lazy appearance before, and said in a deep voice: "Ning Yang, you won't forget who you killed?"

He knows my name!

Ning Yang's pupils contracted and a huge wave appeared in his heart.

Although I don't know who passed the message, my identity is indeed exposed.

It seems that these are the people sent by the Xuanwu dynasty to kill him.

Looking at Ning Yang's expression, the middle-aged monk said, "It seems that you already know our identity. If that's the case, then you can go to death with peace of mind!"

In the end, the words of the middle-aged monk were close to roaring.

The energy surged in his body, and the two bright flowers above his head bloomed with radiance and communication, as if possessing infinite power.

"A great deal! Vulcan body!"

Ning Yang exploded with all his strength, his aura skyrocketed, and faintly surpassed the Yuan Dan realm limit.

"Thunder Gun! Differentiation!"

Without waiting for the opponent to attack, Ning Yang acted first, slam slam, stabbed more than thirty shots in one breath!

Each gun has undergone the effect of "differentiation" of special supernatural powers, and turned into three guns, which respectively attacked the middle-aged man and the monks.

Ning Yang turned around, desperately urging the "Golden Light in Vertically", and flew in the direction of the weakest encirclement.

Chapter 183 Resonance

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The thunder muskets, with shocking power, exploded the air, pierced through the space, and stabbed at more than a hundred basalt army monks.

The thunder gun came very fast, but the faces of more than a hundred basalt army monks did not show the slightest panic.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!"

They drew their swords abruptly, raised them high, and pointed them straight into the air.

They moved quickly, forming a strange formation.

"Xuanwu!"

More than a hundred monks from the basalt army shouted, neatly and uniformly, just like one person.

With the loud shouts, the Dan Yuan surged and rushed up, and a phantom shadow of a hundred-zhang basalt slowly emerged, covering all the basalt cultivators in Qizheng.

The phantom gradually solidified, the black turtle roared upward, and the snake vomited hiss.

One after another thunder guns pierced the basalt shadows that seemed to be real, and the sound of "chis" was endless.

However, the thunder gun pierced half of it at most, and then it was weak. Then, with a "boom", it exploded into thin thunder and flames.

The leading middle-aged monk was outside the Xuanwu phantom, his face was calm, but with a wave of his right hand, a pound of vitality formed by pulling out like a whip.

"Snapped!"

The thunder musket attacking the middle-aged monk was scattered with a whip.

He glanced at it already thousands of feet away, like a point of Ning Yang, the corners of his mouth cocked, and he smiled slightly.

In his opinion, this Ning Yang is quite self-aware.

Although Ning Yang's breath and strength exploded in an instant surprised him, the gap in the great realm was not so easy to bridge.

Maybe Ning Yang could use the sudden eruption to make the cultivators of the human realm rush into a mess, and if he is lucky, he might be able to reach the opponent.

But facing him, Ning Yang didn't have the slightest chance.

There are only two options to catch with one's hands or turn around to escape.

Obviously, Ning Yang didn't want to get caught.

The vitality of the middle-aged monk surged around his body, and a strange wave spread, covering all the monks of the basalt army.

That is spatial fluctuation!

"Om"

There was a strange buzzing sound, and the middle-aged monk and more than a hundred basalt army monks suddenly disappeared together.

As they disappeared, the spatial fluctuations gradually subsided.

Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!

Ning Yang desperately urged the Dan Yuan in his body, and the Yuan Dan domain was also urged to the limit. He began to run away with all his strength regardless of the consumption.

The middle-aged monk felt too terrifying for him. At the first glance, Ning Yang knew that he was not his opponent.

Maybe he still has the power to fight after drawing the brand of Zhihai, but he can't guarantee victory.

What's more, the power of Shennong's brand was almost exhausted in the battle between the Longevity Realm and the Yaozu, as well as the confrontation with Jie.

He has no way to proactively urge the power of these imprints.

Therefore, he can only escape.

Although they had escaped for more than a hundred miles and could have been far from their sight, Ning Yang didn't mean to relax at all.

Ning Yang could feel that a kind of crisis was approaching, getting closer.

He dared not stop and could only continue to escape with all his strength.

at this time.

"Om"

A few miles ahead of Ning Yang, a strange wave came, and the space began to twist.

More than a hundred figures appeared out of thin air, it was the middle-aged monks and those basalt army monks.

"Space shift!"