reborn as emperor

Chapter 1144 1144. Must court death!

Huhuhu~
As the wind surged, the middle-aged monk stood proudly in the void, his golden robes fluttered up and down, and a sense of chilling slowly spread.

no doubt.

He is the presiding abbot of the Moluo Tianxiang Temple!
"Old Demon Yang!"

boom!
The moment he showed his figure, the host abbot fell like a javelin from a height of [-] meters. At this moment, there was almost no obstacle, like lightning, he crashed down and landed on Yang Mucheng's body. in front of you.

"Boom!"

A loud noise broke out in the silent night, and the earth seemed to be torn apart.

A gust of wind spread out in all directions based on this figure.Those warriors from the four major families who stood respectfully in front of Yang Mucheng before were immediately blown away by this gust of wind like feathers.

"Old Demon Yang, I finally caught up with you!"

The presiding abbot grasped the Mara Zen staff, his eyes gleamed with anger.

How can he not get angry?
The Moluo Tianxiang Temple has existed for nearly ten thousand years, and it has survived through many catastrophes, but now it is completely destroyed by this kid in front of him.How can he not be angry, how can he not bleed in his heart?

He looked around, showing a difference.

"Where is the war against Moro?"

The host abbot kept in touch with Zhan Moluo all the way, but just a few hours ago, he suddenly lost the news of Zhan Moluo...

"You are late, he has already been beheaded by me!" Yang Mucheng looked at him quietly with his hands behind his back.

"What?" The presiding abbot's pupils were closed, and the pupils were almost narrowed into a line.

He looked around, only to realize that the entire Qicheng had been razed to the ground, and there were still chaotic remnants of power in the surrounding world, which obviously only happened after the war.

At this moment, the presiding abbot's complexion changed drastically.

boom!
Whether it's true or false, the presiding abbot already doesn't care about anything.He withdrew his right hand holding Mo Luo's Zen staff violently, and the power in his body burst out like a tidal wave.A huge blood light swept out directly from his body, and in an instant it was a bright red blood light reflecting the dim sky.

He is worthy of being a strong man whose cultivation has reached the Divine Sea.

If it is said that the aura of Zhan Moluo, who was killed by Yang Mucheng before, was surging like a river, then the power of the presiding abbot is as unfathomable as the sea.After all, a strong man in the Divine Sea Realm is equivalent to standing at the pinnacle of the entire Kyushu, the pinnacle of this star!

"The head abbot of Moluo Tianxiang Temple is here..."

"This is the strong man of the Shenhai?"

The ancestors around looked at each other for a while, seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

because.

They had also discussed before that with Yang Mucheng's cultivation level, ordinary Shenhai powerhouses could no longer deal with him, but now such a strong man with Shenhai's cultivation level jumped out.With this kind of cultivation, there is almost no pressure to crush Yang Mucheng!
With Yang Mucheng's strength, beheading Zhan Moluo is already a waste of strength. When he meets the abbot, he may never be able to recover.

"pity……"

Everyone looked at Yang Mucheng and felt regretful.

Yang Mucheng had just stood at the peak of Kyushu, and before he had time to enjoy more glory, a formidable enemy came.

Next, I'm afraid Yang Mucheng will be slapped to death, right?
However, when everyone's gazes were directed towards Yang Mucheng, they were shocked to find that Yang Mucheng was standing there with a smile on his face, not showing any fear of encountering a strong man, but full of ridicule and disdain on the contrary.

"If you get out now, I can spare your life!"

Yang Mucheng said lightly.

"what?"

The host abbot was almost stunned when he heard the words, his eyes widened and he couldn't believe his ears.

He is a god of cultivation.

And Yang Mucheng, only in the early stage of Shinto.

I wanted to kill him, but it was as easy as picking something out of a pocket.However, it was this kind of existence that was like an ant in my eyes, which actually let me go!
"Is this old devil Yang playing tricks?"

"That's right... Even if he kills Da Da Mo Luo, he still can't fight against the abbot who is the most powerful man in Mo Luo Tianxiang Temple!"

"Enrage me, this is the biggest mistake of your life!"

The presiding abbot gripped the Mara Zen staff tightly.

hum~
The Zen stick in his hand is very terrifying. From a distance, it looks like a weird head with three rings bitten by his mouth.

A trembling sound suddenly resounded.

The shocking blood was like fire, trembling crazily, burning blazingly outside his body.The surrounding area of ​​more than a thousand meters turned into a huge sea of ​​flames at this moment.From a distance, the presiding abbot seemed to be surrounded by a huge blood-red flame.But in front of him, Yang Mucheng was like an ant who had no power to resist...

Feeling this terrifying aura, the ancestors around were all pale with fright, and retreated towards the rear recklessly.

because.

They knew that the presiding abbot, who was furious, would not hesitate about anything.If they are still staying in place at this moment, once they are involved in the battle at that time, they will definitely lose their bones!

"Old devil Yang, you will definitely die today!"

"No matter who comes, they can't save you!"

The presiding abbot opened his eyes angrily, raised the Moluo Zen stick in his hand, and struck at Yang Mucheng.

boom!
When he smashed this Zen stick, he didn't hold back at all, it was powerful enough to break through ten thousand junctures, no matter who you are, you will die.And the presiding abbot's Zen stick has gathered all the strength in his body, and he is extremely confident in his heart. No matter how powerful Yang Mucheng is, he will be killed by himself on the spot!

But facing this blow, Yang Mucheng didn't panic in the slightest, instead he raised his head with a smile and looked at the dense dark cloud above his head.

"Senior, you see me being bullied by the strong in the Divine Sea Realm, don't you want to help me?"

"Who is he talking to?"

The host abbot was taken aback.

As early as when he came, his divine sense had already swept across the nine heavens and ten earths, covering this area.There was no one else here except Yang Mucheng and the natives in Qicheng.Now seeing Yang Mucheng speaking to the void where no one else is around, he couldn't help being a little surprised.But after a short shock, he quickly came back to his senses.

"Old Demon Yang, you still want to pretend to be a ghost in front of me when you are about to die..."

Just when the Zen stick containing infinite power was about to fall and hit Yang Mucheng's head, a voice in the void resounded in everyone's minds.

"Don't worry, under my nose, no one can kill you..."

This burst of sound is so huge, resounding between heaven and earth.

then.

Everyone saw a scene that will never be forgotten!

It was the clouds that shrouded the void, surging mightily, and a huge claw stretched out directly from the clouds, passing through the void without any barriers, like a huge lightning crashing down on the spot, bang On the body of the host abbot!

The huge animal claw fell to the ground, and slowly lifted up with the dust all over the sky.

And the head abbot of the Divine Sea Realm has no bones left.The existence at the peak of Kyushu, whose strength was at the top of the pyramid, was killed directly.

quiet!
There was dead silence all around, and under the inconceivable gazes of everyone, the young man held his hands behind his back, shook his head dejectedly, looked at the presiding abbot who had been blasted to pieces, and grinned:
"Let you go, if you don't..."

"I have to court death!"

(End of this chapter)