Prehistoric Gourd Supreme

Chapter 23
"I smile smugly, I smile smugly, digging treasures everywhere..."

Zhang Yang hummed a little tune, shook his head, and looked around with his eyes like a thief. Whenever he saw something with a little spiritual energy, he would be happy, ran over, and poached it carefully. No matter how low the level of spirit grass is, in his words, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still useful, and it is shameful to waste it.

After decades of searching, the heaven and earth spirit marrow obtained almost filled the existing space of the congenital spirit beads, but most of them were acquired spiritual roots and elixir, and none of the congenital spiritual roots were found, which is Zhang Yang's only regret The place.
But after thinking about it, it was expected. If the Xiantian Spiritual Roots were so easy to obtain, then the Xiantian Spiritual Roots would be cabbage from the vegetable market, which would be too cheap.

"Hey, to vibrate the spiritual energy, the spirits of the heavens and the earth must be mature..."

Zhang Yang, who was glancing around, suddenly felt a strong aura of heaven and earth fluctuating. After decades of treasure-digging experience, he knew that this was a sign of the maturity of heaven, material and earth treasures. run in the direction.

As he got closer, the spiritual energy of the surrounding world vibrated more violently, turning three times and two times, passing through a jungle, Zhang Yang felt his eyes light up.

A pond appeared in front of the eyes, the water in the pond was emerald green, and a branch in the pond was like a dragon in the shape of twisting towards the sky, with five branches and leaves, the whole shape looked like a dragon about to ascend to heaven, and there was a faint sound of dragon chant.

"Five-leaf Dragon Grass?" Seeing it at a glance, Zhang Yang widened his eyes and exclaimed, his heart was inexplicably surprised. In front of the Dragon Grass, he stretched out his hands and was about to pick off the five-leaf Hualongcao.

rumbling,
There was a loud noise in the air, like ten thousand horses galloping, and there was a sound coming from the distant sky. Zhang Yang, who was about to pick the five-leaf Thanglong grass, paused, his face full of doubts: "En? What's the sound?"

Stopping his body, Zhang Yang looked in the direction of the sound.

In an instant, dozens of giants tens of feet tall, dressed in ferocious red phosphorous, with swords and spears in their hands, galloped across mountains and mountains with murderous intent.

"The witch clan of the Zhurong tribe."

In Sanguang Mountain, Zhang Yang saw the Wu clan, because he recognized the Wu clan at a glance, and wondered, what are these barbarians doing here if they don't stay in Pangu Palace?Looking at the murderous intent, it must be that unlucky child who provoked this group of lunatics again.

When Zhang Yang was thinking wildly, Zhu Rongyu brought a dozen or so witches from the fairyland to Zhang Yang with murderous intent, and stopped. Zhu Rongyu looked down at his lower body and looked at Zhang Yang coldly.

"Um, what do you mean by looking at me?" Seeing Zhu Rongyu stop in front of him, Zhang Yang was startled, a little confused, he didn't seem to provoke these barbarians, why were they staring at him.

"Are you Taoist Gourd?" Zhu Rongyu's eyes were cold, condescending, and his voice shook the sky, as if thundering.

"Yes." Zhang Yang frowned. He thought he was looking for someone unlucky, but he didn't expect that he was looking for him. He yelled bad luck in his heart, and asked depressedly, "What do you want me to do?"

"Since you are Taoist Gourd, that's good, we are looking for you." Zhu Rongyu smiled ferociously, his eyes were cold, and he waved the spear in his hand, pointing at Zhang Yang, and ordered: "Kill him!"

"Yes." In a blink of an eye, more than a dozen witch clans from the Heavenly Wonderland responded, and surrounded Zhang Yang in the middle of their steps, with a fierce aura on their bodies, they raised their long knives in their hands one after another. Give Zhang Yang a chance to speak.

"Wait a minute!" Zhang Yang's complexion changed drastically, and when he raised his hand, he just wanted to stop him and ask why he didn't offend the Wu Clan, why did they kill him, but what returned him was the cold sword.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but swayed his body, changing his form and shadow, like an old man in the mountains, moving a few times in the air, dodging heavy knives, turned somersault, landed on a white cloud, his face sank, to be honest, his strength was not high Under the circumstances, Zhang Yang really didn't want to have any grievances with the barbarians of the Wu clan.
It’s not that they’re afraid of the witches, but they’re afraid of trouble. In Zhang Yang’s impression, the witches are a group of barbaric, arrogant, arrogant, stubborn, simple-minded monks who like to solve problems with their fists. If you provoke one, you will eventually come to a group. , I don't like Zhang Yang very much.

Standing on the white cloud, Zhang Yang had a cold face, his heart was steaming with anger, and his whole body exuded a chill. Looking at Zhu Rongyu, he said calmly, "Can you tell me why you want to kill me?"

"Whoever kills my witch clan, die!" Zhu Rongyu licked Yin Hong's lips, his face was ferocious, his eyes were fierce, his body was full of flames, and his spear kept flaring.

"Kill the witch clan? When did it happen? Why didn't I know?" Zhu Rongyu's words stunned Zhang Yang, who didn't know what was going on at all. There were so many lunatics that he couldn't hide, so how could he have the leisure to kill him? Door.

"When did I kill the Wu clan?" Frowning, Zhang Yang looked at Zhu Rongyu and asked.

"What? He has the ability to kill my son of the Wu family, but he doesn't have the ability to admit it. I have seen a lot of you so-called Taoists. They are all hypocrites who specialize in sneaky things. Let's see how you escape today." Zhu Rongyu said. There was a sneer on his face, and he looked at Zhang Yang coldly.

With a wave of his hand: "Kill!"

"Wait, can you tell me when and where did I kill the Wu Clan?" Seeing more than a dozen Wu Clans attacking again with murderous intent, Zhang Yang hurriedly shouted, wanting to find out what happened. What's going on.

"I said kill it, so you kill it! How can there be so much nonsense, kill it!" Zhu Rongyu smiled proudly, and looked contemptuously at the still flamboyant, the cultivation base of his whole body exploded, and the blood and blood billowed into the sky, trembling the void, The spear in his hand was full of murderous intent, pointing at Zhang Yang from afar.

"Looking for death, really treat me as a sick cat, easy to bully." Zhang Yang's face turned cold, he had been in unreasonable ones, but never seen unreasonable ones.

Zhang Yang was angry.

Since it is unreasonable, then go all out and simply kill him.

With a big hand grabbing, a silver light flashed, and a middle-grade Houtian Lingbao long sword appeared in Zhang Yang's hand.

Zhang Yang's cultivation level exploded, his profound kung fu was activated, and the aura of heaven and earth around him surged and surged in. When he was sucked into Zhang Yang's body, the aura of his whole body rose steadily, and the fighting spirit broke out, facing Zhu Rongyu from afar.

"Fight with my witch clan? You can't!" Zhu Rongman sneered, looked at Zhang Yang contemptuously, shrugged his mouth, stretched out a finger, and shook it in the air.

"Okay, I'll know after comparing." Zhang Yang smiled lightly, he didn't care about Zhu Rongyu's ridicule, he just regarded it as a dog barking, and he was a human being, how could he be as knowledgeable as a dog? !

"Fight with me, you are not qualified enough, go ahead and kill him." Zhu Rongman smiled arrogantly, and ordered to the people around him again.

"Yes!" There were more than a dozen witch clans around, with murderous intent, and a dozen long knives locked on Zhang Yang at the same time.

"A small fairyland dares to fight with my Wu Clan. I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth." Zhu Rongyu, who was watching the battle, showed disdain when he saw Zhang Yang was instantly trapped by the knife net.

"Group attack? Don't you know that I'm the least afraid of group attack?" Seeing the light of knives all over the sky, Zhang Yang smiled confidently, put away the long knife in his hand, and the Great Teleportation of the Universe unfolded instantly, and his hands hugged in circles instantly, a chaotic and unknown Breath is born. ． ． ． ． ．

"Huh? He even took the Lingbao. Did he think he was fighting with my Wu Clan's weapons with his small arms and legs? He thought he was my Wu Clan's warrior body and magic weapon? How could I pick such a challengeless one? Mission? Hey! If I had known this, I would not have come." Zhu Rongyu was disappointed, and he could no longer be interested in Zhang Yang, and he was very annoyed.

Looking at the dozens of sharp long knives that fell, Zhang Yang's eyes flickered, his hands suddenly parted, and an innate Tai Chi gossip diagram instantly appeared on top of his head, spinning slowly, exuding an invisible and mysterious meaning.

He forced him to be strong, and the breeze was blowing on the hills.

He runs his side, and the bright moon shines on the river.

The moment dozens of long knives fell on the Xiantian Taiji gossip map, a force of heaven and earth shifting exploded instantly, hitting each long knives with four or two strokes of a thousand catties, and the power of each long knives instantly moved out. The power instantly converges on the entire Xiantian Tai Chi Eight Diagrams.

"Eh?" The witch clan holding a long knife felt the strangeness of the long knife, and was stunned when he saw the slowly rotating Tai Chi Bagua diagram under the knife. ． ． ． ． ．

Strands of power came together, and under the action of the spiral on the Tai Chi Bagua diagram, they instantly turned into a Tai Chi power ball, which slowly spun.

Zhang Yang is also uncomfortable, every time he gathers the power of a knife, the mana in his body is consumed seriously. When he finally gathers the power of the last knife, Zhang Yang starts to sweat on his forehead, his face is flushed like a red apple, and more than half of the mana in his body is consumed .

"It's not a gentleman who comes and doesn't go, since you like it, I'll give it to you, go!" Feeling almost the same, he shouted loudly, Zhang Yang pushed with his big hand, and cast the magic of transformation, the ball of power instantly shattered and turned into a boundless ball. Power, poured away.

Rumble!
The huge power, under the action of the Great Teleportation of the Universe, suddenly reversed and turned back. With the stupid kung fu of all the Wu Clans, the huge power instantly bombarded every Wu Clan.

what. . . . .
With a scream, more than a dozen witches flew in all directions like fireworks, spitting blood, hitting the surrounding mountains, and fell to the ground. ． ． ． ． ． ．

(End of this chapter)