Prehistoric Gourd Supreme

Chapter 153
"Whoever stops me will die!"

Zhang Yang was very upset, and with a cold snort, he used the combat skill knife Juan Tianhe suddenly, and the sword rolled Tianhe backwards, cutting through the void, with boundless murderous intent soaring into the sky.

"Little Da Luoxian, dare to be arrogant in front of me!"

Lang Fanyun had a look of disdain on his face, he flicked his sleeves, and suddenly a hurricane of silver light appeared, directly facing Zhang Yang's black knife.

"Gourd Taoist, if you dare to swing your knife at Lang Fanyun, you are doomed!"

Seeing Lang Fanyun, Mu Gong breathed a sigh of relief. Lang Fanyun's cultivation was at the early stage of Dao Slaying, and dealing with Da Luoxian was like crushing an ant to death. Looking at Zhang Yang, his face was full of complacency and a sneer .

"This Calabash Taoist is finished this time, the God of the Taiyin will take action and finish him every second."

"That's right, Senior Lang is a Daoist quasi-sage who can kill Daoxian. How many people can be killed with a single slap. The two of them are basically on the same level. No matter how powerful Calabash Taoist is, he will finish the game."

The people around looked at Lang Fanyun with respectful expressions on their faces, and they were not optimistic about Zhang Yang at all.

But what happened next left everyone dumbfounded, as if they had seen a ghost.

Rumble!
With a loud noise, the black knife with an incomparable black awn, forcibly split the silver hurricane in half, splashing around, smashing many tables, chairs and cloud beds, but Zhang Yang also took a few steps back.

I only felt the blood on my face churn, the hand holding the black knife was trembling slightly, my eyes were fixed, dignified, and I watched Lang Fanyun vigilantly.

He deliberately slashed at Lang Fanyun just now, because he wanted to know how different he was from Zhan Dao Zhunsheng. After trying it, Zhang Yang felt that Lang Fanyun was as deep as the sea, unmatched.

Lang Fanyun was startled. Although he attacked casually just now, he still had [-]% of his mana. With [-]% of his mana, he just pushed back Taoist Gourd without seriously injuring him, which made him look a little ugly.

"Oh, this gourd Taoist is really powerful. He can withstand the waves with less than [-]% of his mana. He is absolutely invincible among the Daluo Immortals!"

A look of dumbness appeared on Di Xingchen's face. He thought the battle was not suspenseful, but he didn't expect Taoist Hulu to resist it. Although he was at a disadvantage, he blocked it after all.

"So what if you block it? The ultimate fate is inevitable!"

Mo Wuhui snorted coldly, the power of Zhang Yang was a bit beyond his expectation, which made him very upset.

"What a gourd Taoist! He really lives up to his reputation!"

Haotian was also amazed, he had only heard about the strength of Calabash Taoist in the past, but he didn't think that he would only know how powerful he was when he saw it!
"Did Taoist Gourd learn this combat skill from it? Taoist Fulu only knows supernatural powers, and he never has such powerful combat skills."

The Queen Mother of the West stared at Zhang Yang with her beautiful eyes, muttering to herself and falling into deep thought.

"That's right, that's right, Taoist Calabash, you are indeed powerful, you are the pride of a generation, and you will have immeasurable achievements in the future."

Lang Fanyun showed contempt, and said: "It's a pity, you killed my Taiyin God Clan, you must die today, obliterating Tianjiao is my favorite thing to do."

"What? Calabash Taoist actually killed people from the Taiyin God Clan?"

Hearing Lang Fanyun's words, Mu Gong was stunned for a moment, and then gloated. This time, Calabash Taoist is really dead, and the Taiyin God Clan holds grudges the most. As long as you make enemies with them, you will get their endless pursuit in the future. kill.

"Lang Fanyun is the quasi-sage of Dao Zhan. He will definitely not be able to beat him head-on. He can only use extraordinary means."

Zhang Yang stared at Lang Fanyun, thinking about how to solve the immediate crisis in his mind.

"Calabash Taoist, you can die!"

Lang Fanyun waved his sleeves, and a silver sword energy, icy cold and murderous, turned into a silver line, leaving a white mark in the sky, piercing the speed of sound, and heading straight to Zhang Yang.

This silver sword qi gave Zhang Yang a strong crisis. Without thinking about it, he took out the nine-nine scattered soul gourd, opened the mouth of the gourd, and a devouring force sucked in the aura of the surrounding world one after another.

Although the silver sword energy is powerful, it is just a sword energy, but it can't withstand the devouring of the nine-nine scattered soul gourd. There is no suspense, it is sucked into the gourd in an instant.

At the same time, Zhang Yang flicked his fingers and cast the magic light of suction, and a purple light flew out, faintly visible, elusive, flying into the dark, and went straight to the sea of ​​fortune.

"A small purple awn, dare to show it!"

Lang Fanyun glanced at the divine light. He didn't feel any danger or discomfort. He showed a hint of contempt. He stretched out his big hand, which turned into a giant silver palm, covering the sky and sun, and slapped Zhang Yang.

Where Zhang Yang would meet him head-on, with a movement of his body, the heaven and earth moved and unfolded, turning and moving, turning into afterimages, hiding out, and at the same time sinking his mind into the divine light.

brush!
Inhale the divine light and instantly enter the sea of ​​turbulent luck. The turbulent luck is like a lake. Compared with the sea of ​​luck of the Holy God, the waves are less than half.

Suck!
In this crisis, Zhang Yang didn't dare to let the divine light absorb the luck like last time. This time he took the initiative to control the divine light and devoured the luck of the waves.

With Zhang Yang's control, the speed of absorbing the divine light increased a hundred times in an instant, like a long whale absorbing water, being sucked into the purple divine light, and then continuously melting into Zhang Yang's body, the sea of ​​luck gradually Expanded to the extreme, slowly compressed inward.

Absorbing the luck of Gonggong and Holy God, the sea of ​​luck that is publicized cannot become a lake, but a real sea, and the rolling luck is almost condensed into a liquid state.

"Calabash Taoist, let me see how long you can escape?"

He slapped the air with his slap, but Lang Fanyun didn't take it seriously, then swung his slap, and then slapped Zhang Yang, just like swat a fly. For him, it seemed too boring to solve Zhang Yang all at once. Solution to hatred.

While Zhang Yang was running away, Lang Fanyun's big slap followed behind him. Whenever Zhang Yang arrived at a place, Lang Fanyun's slap followed him.

Zhang Yang didn't notice anything at first, but later he felt something was wrong, and he guessed that this was Lang Fanyun deliberately humiliating himself, which made Zhang Yang very angry, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Let you play, I will make you cry later!"

As Zhang Yang ran, he felt ruthless in his heart. At the same time, he increased his motivation to absorb the divine light, and the luck that swallowed the waves and clouds became more powerful, and as the luck continued to pour into Zhang Yang's sea of ​​luck.

The Qi Luck that was about to turn into a liquid state slowly condensed a drop of golden liquid at this time, followed by the second drop, the third drop...

With the appearance of liquid luck, Zhang Yang's sea of ​​luck is shrinking rapidly. When all the gaseous luck is in liquid state, Zhang Yang's sea of ​​luck turns into a small pool with a radius of one meter, and the water flowing in it Golden liquid.

In the dark, there was a loud bang, as if some confinement had been broken, the whole world was shaken, and the sky above the Yaotai was instantly lightning and thunder, and dark clouds were densely covered.

An aura of the mountain and rain that is about to come and the wind is filling the building, in the hearts of all the people present, is constantly permeating...
(End of this chapter)