The return of a thousand years of monasticism

Chapter 504 Erase the Soul
Even Kong Zhou was surprised when he saw this scene on the ring.

Due to the barrier of the array shield, he couldn't perceive the situation above the ring, but what he saw with his eyes was enough to surprise him.

Lin Yang was able to catch Wan Wushan's flying sword with his bare hands!

"It should be a coincidence!"

Taking a deep breath, Kong Zhou did not believe that Lin Yang had this ability.

……

"Okay, I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it, you dare to take my Flying Ice Sword with your bare hands, you are kind, but, there is no next chance, Flying Frost Sword will directly kill you."

Seeing that Lin Yang caught Feijian with his bare hands, there was only a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and there was no serious injury, Wan Wushan couldn't help being startled.

But the next moment, he smiled coldly, full of murderous intent.

The Frost Flying Sword was sacrificially refined by him, even if Lin Yang clamped it with both hands, it was impossible to get out of his control. To take back the Flying Sword, all he needed was a formula and a thought.

So, he didn't worry at all.

"I'm afraid it can't be what you think."

With blood on the corner of his mouth, Lin Yang raised his head, looked towards Wanwu Mountain, and suddenly smiled mysteriously at the corner of his mouth, and said lightly.

He fought hard but suffered some internal injuries, and he wanted to hold the flying sword in his hand, so naturally it couldn't be for the sake of being handsome.

It was for the soul attached to the flying sword by Wan Wushan.

In the world of cultivating immortals, if one wants to erase the control of the surviving cultivator over the magic weapon, there are two ways. One is to let the monk cut off the connection with the magic weapon by himself, and the other is to use a person who is one level higher than the magic weapon. The power of the soul, forcibly erasing the soul on the magic weapon.

It is naturally impossible for Wan Wushan to cut off the soul on the flying sword by himself.

However, for the second method, he, Lin Yang, can do it. Relying on the power of the soul at the peak of Jindan, it only takes an instant to erase the soul of the innate mid-stage peak of Feijian on Wanwu Mountain.

At the same time, in this way, Wan Wushan's soul can be severely damaged, causing him to be seriously injured and his strength reduced by [-]%, which is of great help to the final beheading of Wan Wushan.

"Son, you are still stubborn, you really want to die! If that's the case, then I will use this Flying Ice Sword to take your head."

Seeing the mysterious smile on the corner of Lin Yang's mouth, Wan Wushan's heart tightened for no reason, feeling a little strange.

Immediately, he raised his right hand, quickly squeezed out a seal formula, pointed at Lin Yang's Frost Flying Sword between his palms, and shouted angrily: "Flying Sword, come back!"

Almost as soon as his drink sounded, Lin Yangsen sneered, gritted his teeth, and rubbed the palms of both hands hard on the flying sword.

"Break me!"

Lin Yang roared in a deep voice.

The power of his soul at the pinnacle of Jindan directly penetrated between his brows and enveloped the flying sword. With a destructive force, in the blink of an eye, he directly annihilated a trace of the soul on the flying sword on Wanwu Mountain.

In an instant.

puff!
With a tactic in hand and a cold grin on his face, Wanwu Mountain, who was waiting for the Flying Sword of Frost to turn around, opened his mouth abruptly under the eyes of everyone, and sprayed out a mouthful of blood mist, forming a brilliant red glow.

Under the arena, everyone was shocked. Looking at this scene in disbelief, their faces were dull and their minds went blank.

all stupid!
Wanwu Mountain clearly had the upper hand, why would it suddenly spurt blood?

Although Lin Yang clamped the flying sword between his palms, after receiving the blow from the flying sword, the corners of Lin Yang's mouth were bloodshot, and he was obviously injured.

But now, what happened?
No one can explain it clearly, no one can understand it, it's too weird on the stage.

Even Kong Zhou and Chang Qingfeng on the second floor of the Hall of Life and Death stared with surprise when they saw this scene.

"How could he have such strength? It was obviously not like this during the Ascension Trial."

Chang Qingfeng grabbed the railing with both hands and stared at Lin Yang on the ring with disbelief in his eyes.

"How did he do it? Damn it, there is a formation blocking it, so I can't perceive the situation inside, otherwise, I would be able to know what method and means this son used to injure Wanwu Mountain."

Kong Zhou also grabbed the railing in front of him, the doubt in his eyes lingered for a long time.

……

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, how could you have such a powerful soul that can erase my soul consciousness on the Flying Ice Sword?"

Enduring the tearing pain in his mind, Wan Wushan stared at Lin Yang and asked in a dark voice.

The trace of his spirit attached to the Flying Ice Sword was forcibly dispersed.

And with the collapse of that trace of soul, his soul has also been severely injured, with internal injuries, which will affect his performance of Taoism, because powerful Taoism not only requires cultivation, but also needs the power of soul It is so powerful that it can control all aspects of Taoism.

But now, the damage to his soul will affect at least [-]% of his cultivation.

"The dead don't need to know."

Lin Yang picked up the flying sword exuding cold air in his palm, smiled coldly, and put it directly into the storage bag.

Then, he raised his head and said indifferently.

Now, it is easier for him to kill Wan Wushan.

It can even be said that it is [-]% sure.

"Do you think that with some inexplicable means, you can conquer me? Hehe, I'm not afraid to tell you that even if I can only display [-]% of my cultivation, I, Wanwu Mountain, can kill you, my son, die!" !"

Hearing Lin Yang's words, the killing intent in Wan Wushan's eyes soared, his face was ferocious and extremely ferocious.

When the words fall.

Without the slightest hesitation, he took a deep breath, put his feet on the ground, lifted his body into the air, stepped on the air, raised his palms, and pressed towards the place where Lin Yang was standing.

call!
In the sky above the vast arena, the wind howled.

With the Hall of Life and Death as the center, within a range of ten miles, countless auras of heaven and earth surged in like a rolling river, gathered under the right palm of Wanwu Mountain, and turned into a milky white jade palm print in a blink of an eye.

This palm is obviously the palm print of Lin Yang on the top of the mountain during the trial of ascension to immortality.

At this moment, as if the memory had been awakened, Lin Yang raised his head and watched the palm prints take shape.

He suddenly discovered that the power of this palm is a bit stronger than that during the trial of ascension to immortality.

It is enough to show that Wan Wushan did not use his full strength in the trial of ascension to immortality.

"die!"

Watching the palm prints take shape, Wan Wushan's mouth was bloodied, his face was ferocious, and after a loud shout, the pressed palm shook violently.

call!
The huge jade palm print, like a Mount Tai, from slow to fast, rolled down towards Lin Yang, full of momentum, which shocked people's hearts.

Immediately, under the arena, all the Zhenxing Pavilion disciples couldn't help breathing when they saw this scene, and their faces showed excitement.

This palm is enough to see that it was Wan Wushan's hatred, and he did it with all his strength, possessing unparalleled strength.

With Lin Yang's cultivation base that has just stepped into the innate realm, it may be extremely difficult to resist this palm.

(End of this chapter)