The First Immortal of the Heavens

In front of the Qingque Palace, there are lots of people.

The originally noisy scene calmed down with the appearance of Zhang Yang.

He stood in front of people and looked around, and he could feel the hostility from many people, but also the eager eyes of many people, even more indifferent.

This is completely different from the generation when he challenged the Jinding Holy Land in Mocheng.

His heart is full of water.

After a month of retreat, he has gained a lot.

The Thunder Sacred Power of Complete Slaughter is completely straightened out, consolidated, and mastered.

The sacred power of the King Kong Dragon reached the level of Consummation.

The martial art realm has also entered the sixth level of the ascending sky realm.

He is now at his peak, and the whole person is full of fighting spirit.

He is straight ahead.

There are people who can't see the end. They are all young people. The oldest is in their thirties, and the youngest are eleven or twelve.

"There are a lot of people, have you over a million?"

He talked like usual, while watching with his hand in the pergola, he sighed: "Hey, this number of people, it seems that my public appeal is still very strong. It can actually make the land of southern Xinjiang more than one million new generations. Come."

"Although I don't know how many of you will challenge me, but I will continue!"

These last words immediately aroused an uproar, commotion, and passion on the scene.

No one thought that he was really not afraid of everyone, even if the number of people exceeded one million.

"You are too arrogant!"

"I've seen a lot of arrogant people, as arrogant as you, the first time I saw you, you didn't put the new generation of southern Xinjiang in your eyes."

"Do you think you defeated the Seventh Prince, you defeated Yao Ruoxian, you defeated a lot of people, you can already dominate the new generation of Southern Xinjiang? Tell you, there are so many geniuses of the new generation of War God in Southern Xinjiang!"

"You don't need genius, you can be exhausted by the number of people."

"I don't know something good or bad, you are deliberately provoking us, brothers, everyone said that, do we want to give him face, go together, and destroy him."

It was an uproar, but quietly driven by the rhythm of many people, it became a passionate excitement.

Regarding this, Zhang Yang had an air of calmness and no anger at all, and did not even deliberately point out these people with ulterior motives.

He stepped back.

Go straight to the top of Green Bird Palace.

With his hands on his back, I look down at all the living beings below.

I have to say that there are so many people.

After the number of millions, the end is densely packed, and it is difficult for many people to even see him. It is too far away, but they still do not leave.

This is the effect he wants.

In front of all the people, he climbed to the top of the throne of the new generation of southern Xinjiang and completely activated the stagnant southern Xinjiang in the most passionate way.

There is Chi Shinichi Tu Sheng before, shaking southern Xinjiang.

Later, there was an immeasurable ice jade and Yan Tu, deterring southern Xinjiang.

Today, he is blatant, stepping on blood and bones, reaching the top of southern Xinjiang.

The three wars completely shook the pattern of southern Xinjiang.

The excited crowd did not kill anyone, but slowly calmed down again, still looking at him.

Zhang Yang smiled and said: "People with ulterior motives can continue to lead the rhythm. I give you the opportunity. If the people in Southern Xinjiang are clear enough, they will not be brought to the rhythm, and they will naturally distinguish between right and wrong."

"Of course, you can also gather your people, it doesn't matter how much, I still said that."

"As long as those who come to fight, I will open up, and force the next."

"Anyone can fight!"

This attitude, this momentum, this confidence all impacted everyone on the scene.

Even if they retreat into the Green Bird Palace, the audiences Xue Feishhuang, Yuluan, Lang Xiaotian, Flower Ghost, Ghost Shura, etc. are all enthusiastic.

This will be the third and final battle in which the Great Forest of Recklessness is officially based, and it will be the craziest battle.

One person against a generation of southern Xinjiang!

"I have seen a lot of arrogant people; there are also many domineering people, but it is the first to be as arrogant as you to see the new generation in southern Xinjiang as nothing."

A cold voice rang, overwhelming the noise.

Some people separate automatically.

Many eyes gathered in the past.

A woman with a hot body came out.

She is obviously a person, but she gives people the momentum to come with thousands of troops.

She has a beautiful appearance.

She has a noble temperament.

She exuded a cold breath, as if she was provoked.

She is Mu Xiaoer, the third princess of the Great Xia Empire, and will be the first princess in the history of the Great Xia Empire to formally fully assault the imperial empress position.

"You are crazy." The third princess said coldly.

Zhang Yang carried his hands on his back, smiled leisurely, and finally came a worthy opponent.

He could see through the realm of the three princesses at a glance, opening the world to the first level!

At his age, being able to reach such a realm is truly extraordinary.

"You have some achievements, but you arrogantly challenged the Southern Frontier generations, which really makes me feel ridiculous and naive." Another voice was heard, "So I, Yuelong Elephant, came to kill you."

Yuelong Elephant, the natural son of Jinding Holy Land.

He is tall, majestic, and two meters tall. Between walking, he looks like a dragon and a tiger. He doesn't need to do anything deliberately. There is a threat of pressure.

Standing in front of the crowd, Yue Longxiang was at the forefront of the three princesses. He folded his arms and said coldly: "You, make such a big movement, don't be too weak. In that case, I will make you regret it. This battle."

Zhang Yang looked at him, his heart finally aroused a trace of excitement, this is an opponent.

Born to be a son, it's really different.

He is the Eucharist!

Others can't sense it, he can see through it, and it's still a very powerful Eucharist, and his blood is also holy blood, extraordinary and extraordinary.

The realm of Yuelongxiang was high enough, reaching the ninth level of the heaven realm.

"Brother Yue, I don't think he is qualified to make you enjoy yourself." Another voice was heard.

What came out this time was the Saint Son Yuntiange of Ziyang Holy Land.

When he competed with Darifengxu for the sacred fruit tree on the road, it was very different.

At that time, he was like a divine sword out of its sheath, with sharp edges.

Now he is like a divine sword, hiding his edge. This is an increase in strength, and it is a performance after the sublimation of his mood. He is even more extraordinary.

Zhang Yang spoke to him: "Yun Tian Ge, deputy head of the Demon Slayer Group, right?"

The head of the Demon Slayer Group, the Seventh Prince.

The two deputy heads were the sons of Ziyang Holy Land and Jinding Holy Land. Now the Jinding Holy Son Jiang Chao is dead and Qiu Lingshui replaces it.

"Exactly!" Yun Tian said, "The mission of the Demon Slayer Group is to kill all the evil demon men who have troubled the land of southern Xinjiang. You are the one I will kill in the Demon Slayer Group."

Zhang Yang nodded, that's it.

The people of the Demon Slayer Group are here, and they must die!

He continued to watch.

Soon, someone walked out again.

All of them were from the Ten Great Sage-level powers, especially those from Langya Cursed Land. The woman who came out was a woman who claimed to be Langya Tianjiao, who came to kill Zhang Yang and Yuluan, and also caused Zhang Yang to give birth to her fierce murderous intent.

Langya cursed the land, it can be said that the last enemy to the vast forest, but also the most radical.

They actually have the least number of saints, so their desire for the sacred fruit of the Dao Dao is beyond imagination.

The two who played last were also the most dazzling.

Ghosts and gods, gods and kings, Zhentian!

Demon Sword One of the Forbidden Land!

The appearance of these two means that no one has come to the ten saint-level powers except Lanyuelou, and all the other nine have the strongest appearance.

Zhang Yang's gaze swept one by one, and he paused slightly on Shenwang Zhentian, and paused on Yaojian Yi for the longest time.

He is the first level of Open Heaven Realm.

He pressed against the demon, known as the first person in the new generation of the Demon Sword Forbidden Land.

Whether he is relying on realm advantage or not, it means that he is strong.

Zhang Yang said: "Everything that should come is here, let's go to war."

The nine masters all moved forward.

The terrifying coercion instantly caused ripples in this world, and cracks appeared.

"You don't deserve to let me wait to join forces." The third princess Mu Xiaoer said coldly, "And you, let me fight with me. You will pass the test before you speak." She is domineering to reverse the identity of the challenger and become Challenged.

As if responding to her, the void suddenly appeared in darkness.

That's human!

Three hundred black-clothed killers from the black-clothed building!

The open corner of Qingque Palace's mouth raised a smile: "Then... let's go to war!"