The First Immortal of the Heavens

Zhang Yang was surprised.

Hellhound, was cracked, was about to burst, immortal.

The hellhound's head was cut off, immortal.

The only thing left of the hellhound's head is full of cracks, and the broken skull is still alive.

At this time, Zhang Yang firmly believed that this was the ghost from the real underground Netherworld Mansion, and it was definitely not on the surface of the vast world.

Of course this kind of thing must be completely destroyed.

He shot again.

Cut a corner of the clothes.

Hellhound roared and flew out.

call!

The Chiri Sacred Rod also started at the same time, and Zhang Yang mobilized the Xiaocheng King Kong Dragon Sacred Power, and smashed it to the extreme.

The former Thousand Wolf Stone Pillar, and the Chisun God Rod now weighs an astonishing ninety-nine thousand catties. To a certain extent, the sheer weight is even more terrifying than some sacred artifacts.

Plus the power of publicity.

A lore stick.

Click!

The hellhound's head that had been repeatedly tortured exploded on the spot.

That's not a big deal, a blazing sun divine fire surged from his body, burning the broken bones.

Seeing that the hellhound is so difficult to kill, he didn't consider leaving a little residue, completely burned to ashes, to see how the hellhound lived.

The Hellhound’s skull suffered too many devastating blows. Even if it was normal, it was a simple matter to fight the sun’s sacred fire. Now it’s no longer possible. It was burned and quickly turned into fly ash.

Zhang Yang just breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt something wrong. He looked down and saw that it was the initial violent fight with the Hellhound's head. The wounds and the drips of blood were actually pulled out by a force.

He looked in the direction of the blood flow.

I saw a suspended holy mountain with lush forests and a flat cliff on one side, as if it had been cut out by a sword.

On this flat mountain wall, there is a pattern of a white-haired young man who is actually resurrected, his eyes blooming with light, and he is swallowing public blood.

This action immediately stimulated the publicity and blood boil, as if encountering a major crisis.

Rumble!

The broken heaven in the bloodline reappeared.

The terrifying power reappeared, cutting off his swallowing.

The white-haired youth on the mountain wall seemed to sense the existence of the broken heaven, and suddenly walked out of the mountain wall, turning from a painting into a real flesh and blood, and also a terrifying saint.

Click!

As the white-haired young saint came out, the holy mountain also shattered.

This weird sight shocked Zhang Yang, how dare he stay and run wild.

The white-haired young saint looked at him and wanted to chase, but the shattered sacred mountain shocked, unexpectedly inspired a terrible power to envelope him again, making him unable to chase.

Zhang Yang doesn't care about other things, just one thought, run!

Escape from here.

His three steps of mountains and rivers were brought to the extreme, coupled with the halo released by the white bamboo leaves attached to his forehead by the ripples of water, so that he was not afraid of the influence of the Holy Power, the Holy Light, the Holy Spirit and the Holy Breath, and quickly escaped. here.

call out!

As he was running, the white bamboo leaves on his forehead trembled slightly, as if to inform him of the great danger.

Galloping like electricity, he stopped abruptly and paused high in the sky.

Woo!

A purple light passed in front of him, rubbing the tip of his nose.

This dangerous horror is better than all before.

The white bamboo leaves are alert.

When the purple light passed by, the corners of Zhang Yang's eyes throbbed.

It turned out to be a purple hair!

A strand of hair is like a peerless holy sword, better than many holy artifacts.

What a horror this is.

He turned to look in the direction of the source of the purple hair.

I saw a group of saints in the distant sky, nearly two dozen were besieging a purple-haired youth. He looked very young, that is, in his twenties, but the star mark on the center of his eyebrows made Zhang Yang's heart look. Trembling wildly.

God King Taiyi!

He actually looks like this.

Thousands of years ago, the number one saint in the world, like a young man, belongs to the peak of his prime.

He was swallowing the essence of heaven and earth, causing the space around him to begin to collapse, so that the more than twenty saints who besieged him began to crack.

The most frightening thing is that the God King Taiyi in this state is still staring at him.

Far away, among the flying purple glittering hair, one locked him.

Also kill him!

Zhang Yang strongly realized that the suspicion of Water Ripples earlier was correct.

This terrifying king Taiyi was interfering with the activities of Water Ripples outside, so he also locked on himself, the person sent by Water Ripples early, to kill him, warning Water Ripples and also showing his invincibility.

For an instant, he felt bad.

Being watched by God King Taiyi, I can't run away!

He still ran forward, and at the extreme speed, but while running, his red sun rod swept back and forth.

Those sacred objects that were straight in the air were all smashed by him, and all flew towards the **** king Taiyi.

Regardless of whether your sacred artifacts will be stimulated, anyway, a rush of brains is right.

Hum!

The purple hair of God King Taiyi's head flew up suddenly, and it was still growing rapidly, piercing through the sacred artifacts that blasted through, and attacking the saints who had been killed.

At the same time, Zhang Yang emerged from behind God King Taiyi.

"No matter how you were, if you want to kill me, I will kill you!"

He is also crazy.

Since you are locked and can't escape, fight, no matter how you die, you must fight before you die.

At this moment, he has only one thought, war!

call out!

As he leaped up, a broken holy spear was kicked straight to the back of God King Taiyi's heart with a full kick.

Obviously, the condition of God King Taiyi is very bad.

Even if he swept invincibly between more than twenty saints and waved his hands, he was still restricted by a strange force, and his actions were difficult. If the whole person fell into a swamp, only Zifa could fly freely.

This is why Zhang Yang dared to fight.

The broken holy spear was hitting the heart of the Queen Mother of God for a moment, and a strand of purple hair fell suddenly, winding the holy spear with incomparable accuracy.

However, the leaping publicity, swiping the Red Sun Magic Rod and smashing it down, aimed at the forehead of God King Taiyi.

This time is also the ultimate expression of the least amount of power left.

call!

The void that was full of cracks was smashed open.

Fractured cracks suddenly exploded.

The horrible red sun **** came suddenly.

call out!

With endless contempt, a purple hair flew out.

Ding!

A purple hair was in the middle of the red sun magic rod, and it bounced, and the bones all over the body shook loudly, and the internal organs rolled and vomited blood.

Zifa followed upwards, and swiftly wrapped the Chi Sun magic stick.

God King Taiyi looked up to him, resisting the mysterious power limitation, he still suppressed the past as if facing an ant.

At this time, Zhang Yang was also angry.

The other sacred artifacts are nothing more than that, this Red Sun God Rod is his most beloved immeasurable artifact, even if it is not yet advanced, he can't bear it.

Furious, he also went mad, and directly pulled out an object emitting a cyan hazy halo from a storage bag, picked it up, and smashed it at the **** king Taiyi.

This is the one that was once suppressed by the ghost coffin, if there is life... Qingshan!