Your Chance Is Good, Now It's Mine!

Deep in the prison of Boyang City.

A huge open space has been cleared here.

Sixty-four blue and black formation flags were planted in the open space.

The two figures stood quietly.

One was dressed in a fine attire with an old face.

The other person was dressed in rags and looked like a human being at first glance, but there were some strange tumors and scales on his body.

The figure is extremely strange.

Both of them had fanatical devotion on their faces.

As if waiting for a god to be born.

Not long after, a ray of dense black air suddenly gushed out from the formation.

Both of them looked happy, and quickly stretched out their hands.

The wisp of black air split into two and sank into their bodies along their arms.

The faces of the two showed intoxication.

It seems that just now I experienced the happiest and most exciting thing in the world.

His body was floating, as if he could Immortal Transformation Immortal Ascension at any time.

"Murong Zhen, I have lived for nine hundred and eighty years in vain, and only now do I know that magic power is the only power in this world, and magic energy is the purest and most powerful force in this world, and the devil... is the one... The most blessed creation in the world!"

The old man had a look of excitement and madness on his face.

Murong Zhen gave a strange laugh, "Fifth Elder, it's not too late to abandon the darkness and turn to the light."

"When the resentment and murderous aura erupt here and sweep the whole city, we will gain more resentment and murderous aura."

"At most one hour, Lord Mozun will wake up!"

"We can abandon the weak human body and completely become a member of the demon race!"

Zhang Peng, the fifth elder of the Tianhe Sect, laughed happily, "Okay! I've wanted to abandon this old body for a long time!"

"If I can't improve my realm, I will definitely die in five years at most!"

"Demon Race, I want to become a Demon Race!"

"kill!"

"I am going to kill you!"

"You stole my love and my wife, and I will eat you alive!"

There were roaring and fighting sounds one after another in the surrounding cells.

Blood is splashing, and flesh and blood are colliding.

But even so, they fought endlessly.

He didn't care about his injuries at all.

It was as if the pain was no longer felt.

More and more resentment and murderous aura poured out of their bodies, rushing towards the formation.

"Enough, enough!"

Murong Zhen showed joy, and immediately mobilized his spiritual power to move the formation flag.

With just a slight movement, the resentment and murderous aura accumulated in the prison for a long time were all released towards the outside.

If you look down from the sky above Boyang City, you will find it.

Those grievances and murderous aura raged like demons with real entities.

Get into everyone's mouth and nose.

Manipulating them to continue the endless fight.

Inside the prison.

Pat, clack.

Footsteps came quietly.

A figure walked over the prisoners who were fighting to kill, and walked towards Murong Zhen and Zhang Peng.

Wherever he passed, the prisoner's eyes suddenly became clear.

The injured one fell to the ground with a plop.

The one with the slightest injury immediately sat down on the ground in fright, huddling in the corner and not daring to move.

The sounds of fighting and roaring gradually disappeared.

The noisy prison became quiet again.

Murong Zhen and Zhang Peng noticed something strange and immediately cast their gazes away.

It was a figure in Tsing Yi.

His body exudes the aura of a monk in the Nascent Soul realm.

"I don't know, I'm not from Tianhe Sect." Zhang Peng shook his head.

Murong Zhen raised his eyebrows, "It's probably just a passing Nascent Soul, just mind your own business."

"Kill it, Fifth Elder, I'll leave it to you."

Zhang Peng laughed strangely, "Okay, I just want to try how strong I am after absorbing the magic energy!"

He immediately swung his fist and slammed towards the figure in Tsing Yi.

It didn't mean to use spiritual power at all!

The figure in Tsing Yi is Ling Xuan.

He didn't arouse the cultivation of soul formation monks in the first place, but deliberately suppressed them around the Nascent Soul realm Dacheng.

In the established destiny, he suddenly descended to the realm of a monk in the Soul Formation realm, but Murong Zhen was extremely vigilant.

Feeling an unrivaled aura, he directly activated the small teleportation talisman and teleported it to another place.

The awakening of the devil has not been completed.

The Jiuyou Ice Flame, which was used to suppress the devil, naturally failed to show up.

Ling Xuan knew what his predetermined fate was, so he would not make mistakes again, but deliberately suppressed his realm to show weakness.

In this way, Murong Zhen will not run away.

"interesting."

Ling Xuan noticed that a faint black flame suddenly ignited above Zhang Peng's fist.

The flame made people instinctively feel flustered and disgusted.

It does not belong to this world at all.

That is not spiritual martial arts.

Not Strange Fire either.

Obviously, it is magic energy.

Ling Xuan also stretched out his fist, instead of using his spiritual power, he aroused his blood energy.

In an instant, it seemed that countless ancient giant elephants walked out of the wild ancient times.

Giant hoof tramples!

Qi and blood gushing!

At this moment, Ling Xuan suddenly punched out.

boom!

The fists of the two collided.

Suddenly there was a loud noise.

Air waves swept in all directions.

The gates of many prisons were overturned and smashed in the blast.

Murong Zhen also had to stretch out his arms to block the air waves.

He said dissatisfiedly, "Fifth Elder, don't make such a big noise, you..."

At this moment, the smoke and dust cleared, and Murong Zhen choked on the spot before he could say the last words.

He saw that Ling Xuan was still in the posture of throwing out his fists.

But Zhang Peng's entire right arm was gone.

Zhang Peng lowered his head in disbelief at this moment, and suddenly found that his heart had been pierced.

The opponent's arm was like steel, piercing directly through his body.

"Your physical body..."

Zhang Peng still wanted to talk.

Ling Xuan punched again.

The power of a hundred giant elephants burst out.

It directly blasted Zhang Peng's head, and crushed the Primordial Spirit who was about to escape.

This Zhang Peng is a monk of the Soul Formation realm.

Zhang Peng thought that Ling Xuan was only at the Nascent Soul level, and he had absorbed the magic energy, which was too much. He actually wanted to use the magic energy and physical strength to deal with Ling Xuan.

Zhang Peng's whole body was almost defenseless.

Ling Xuan was able to instantly kill him so simply and decisively.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for other cultivators in the Soul Formation realm to die so quickly.

No matter how you can support it with three or five moves.

When Murong Zhen saw this scene, his pupils trembled.

Subconsciously, he wanted to inject Entering Spirit into the small shifting talisman in the palm of his right hand.

For the sake of caution, there is always a small shifting talisman hidden in the sleeve of his right hand.

Because of this, he was able to escape from the siege of Tianhezong many times.

However, just as he was about to raise his hand, he found that his right arm had disappeared.

When he took a quick look, he suddenly found that his right arm had been broken at the root!

There is only one blood hole in the sleeve!

At this time, severe pain suddenly struck!

At this time, Murong Zhen heard plain words.

"You are really timid."

"If you don't move, you will run away."

"In order not to let you escape, I have spent some effort."

Ling Xuan stood behind him, holding his right arm with one hand, and spoke lightly.

Murong Zhen's pupils narrowed to the extreme.

What kind of cultivation is this young man?

terrible.

One punch blasted Zhang Peng's heart, and one hand squeezed Zhang Peng's Primordial Spirit.

After finishing the two moves, he appeared behind him in an instant.

Before he could react, he took off his right arm directly!

What kind of strength does this have to do? !

When did such a terrifying figure appear in Jiangzhou? !