Prehistoric Gourd Supreme

Chapter 38
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"Thank you for getting the Xiantian Lingbao, you don't need to give it away!" Zhang Yang laughed loudly, unfolded his profound kung fu, turned into countless afterimages, and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

"Ah... Taoist Calabash, if I kill you!"

Lang Bubu and Lang Buhui burst into anger, raised their heads to the sky and screamed, just about to chase Zhang Yang, but they were attacked by overwhelming magic weapons.

"Go away!"

One after another suffered losses in Zhang Yang's hands, Lang Bubu and Lang Bugui had already gone mad, and endless murderous intent erupted from their bodies. Facing this overwhelming attack, they did not dodge. Cancan.

Suddenly, the waning moon turned into a prehistoric giant beast, a huge devouring force, like a sea embracing all rivers, absorbed a large number of attacks, and in a blink of an eye, a huge silver-gray light ball that rotated at high speed appeared.

With the continuous absorption of a large amount of attack power, the silver-gray light ball became bigger and bigger. Gradually, the mana of the two became a little weak, and their faces turned pale. At this moment, the two of them smiled cruelly and roared to the sky.

"Give me death!"

Gathering a massive amount of attacking power, the silver ball of light was pushed out by the two fierce men, and turned into two silver lights, meeting the power that continued to attack later.

not good!

When Zhu Wuneng saw the actions of Lang Bubu and Lang Buhui, his expression changed drastically. Regardless of Chang'e's willingness, he took her jade hand, set up the light and fled far away.

The prodigal son had already run far away, and they had just escaped when they heard a loud noise that shook the ground and the mountains.

Rumble!
The silver ball of light collided with the attack from behind. In an instant, as if a gunpowder barrel was ignited, it exploded like fireworks.

The magic weapon behind was reflected back and hit the loose cultivators around before they had time to dodge. In an instant, blood was sprinkled in the sky, limbs were broken, and many people were blasted to the sky screaming, and quickly disappeared. Some casual cultivators directly turned into blood mist.

The smoke cleared and the dust settled.

With disheveled hair and tattered clothes, Lang Bubu and Lang Buhui, how embarrassed they are at this time, if they take a broken bowl and a stick, they will become veritable beggars.

puff!puff!
The two of them didn't speak for a while, and suddenly their faces turned red, their hearts were filled with anger, and they opened their mouths to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"You two uncles, are you all right!" The prodigal son You was shocked, ignoring the horror in his heart, he hurriedly ran towards the two of them, checking whether Lang was doing well or not regretting, he was as anxious as a child in a hot pot. Ant.

Can you not be in a hurry, his safety this time comes out, it all depends on the wave and the wave not regretting, if there is something wrong with them, then his safety is really not guaranteed, especially when he meets the gourd Taoist...
"Ah... Taoist Gourd, I won't kill you, I will not be a human if I can't do it!"

"Ah... Taoist Gourd, I won't kill you, I will not regret it and swear not to be human!"

After vomiting blood, the two of them seemed to be much more awake and had a tacit understanding. They suddenly raised their hands high and roared to the sky. Then, regardless of the injuries on their bodies, they frantically chased in the direction where Zhang Yang disappeared.

"No uncle. Don't regret uncle, wait for me..." The prodigal son was in a hurry, and he didn't dare to neglect, shouting and chasing after him.

"Where did this gourd Taoist jump out? He is so bad, and his supernatural powers are also weird!"

On the head of the cloud, Zhu Wuneng and Chang'e, standing with their hands behind their backs, watched the chaotic and bloody scene. The corners of Zhu Wuneng's mouth twitched a little, and his eyes fell on the prodigal son You and the three who were fading away. He Lang doesn't regret the pain, this time the karma has grown, and with Lang's protective character, they will never let him go!"

"You are not much better than him!" Chang'e rolled her eyes at Zhu Wuqiang and snorted coldly.

"I've been wronged, Fairy. No one in the Taiyin clan knows that I am the most honest and down-to-earth old pig. I am loved by everyone, and the flowers are blooming. I am a model for all young talents..."

Zhu Wuneng wanted to say more, but Chang'e interrupted him impatiently and said, "Get out!" After speaking, she flicked her sleeves, turned around, and flew towards Penglai Xiandao like a silver rainbow.

"Fools just get out!"

Zhu Wuneng rolled the eyes of the bitch, saw Chang'e flying away, and shouted: "Fairy, wait for me..." and hurriedly followed with the silver light.

..........
Zhang Yang unfolded his profound kung fu, turned into afterimages, and ran all the way, passed countless people in a blink of an eye, and came to the Penglai Immortal Island, stepped out, and landed on the Penglai Immortal Island.

brush!
The sky and the earth are changing, and the stars are changing, and they come to the foot of a huge mountain. This mountain is just the faint peak seen from the outside, and there is only a sky-reaching step, which spreads rapidly from Zhang Yang's feet to the top of a huge mountain. .

Zhang Yang took a look and saw that there were [-] steps in total, and there were dense crowds of people on the steps, all of them were walking towards the top of the mountain, and the more they went up, the fewer people there were.

"What's the situation? Why are they all so slow?" Zhang Yang looked at many people walking up with difficulty, and he was puzzled, but he couldn't allow him to think too much, because there were still two half-step golden immortals chasing after him. Woolen cloth.

Suddenly a piece of information came to Zhang Yang's mind: Sancai Taoist Stage, Penglai Immortal Palace.

"Sancai Taoist rank? What the hell is this?" Zhang Yang was puzzled.

But he still walked up the steps, his expression changed, and he finally understood why the others walked so slowly, because an inexplicable force fell, sealing Zhang Yang's cultivation, and at the same time, there was a huge pressure on him.

"Damn, you don't need to cultivate, you have to walk these steps with your feet, it won't be such a trap?!"

Zhang Yang swears, scolds his mother non-stop in his heart, his face is as ugly as it is, without cultivation, he is no different from ordinary people, which makes Zhang Yang how to deal with the two half-step golden immortals of Lang Bubu and Lang Buhui.

Isn't this looking for death? !
"If I had known this before, I shouldn't have come!" Zhang Yang felt a little regretful in his heart, and now he wanted to leave. Zhang Yang looked back, and there was nothing but white mist around him. went in."

Since you can't go back, you can only go forward.

Zhang Yang tried to take a step forward, and felt the pressure on his body suddenly doubled. After taking another step, he found that the pressure had doubled again.

"It seems that if you want to get a chance, you have to pass this so-called three-talented Taoist test!" Zhang Yang understood what was going on in a blink of an eye, and his heart was relieved, and he walked forward.

Zhang Yang once climbed Buzhou Mountain and experienced the mental pressure of Pangu, so he quickly adapted and walked forward with great strides. When he reached the [-]th step, Zhang Yang felt the pressure.

"There are still one hundred steps."

Zhang Yang looked up at the steps in front of his eyes, took a deep breath, felt a ray of victory in front of him, and was about to take a rest before walking up, when he heard two crazy roars suddenly coming from behind.

"Calabash Taoist, hurry up and die!"

"You can't run away?! Taoist Calabash."

Hearing these two voices, Zhang Yang's heart trembled, his complexion changed drastically, he turned his head suddenly, and looked behind him, only to see that his whole body was in tatters, his disheveled hair was unruly and unrepentant. People are still running towards Zhang Yang like crazy.

"Damn, I'm really afraid of something!"

Zhang Yang sighed secretly, he could still take a rest, he stepped up to the [-]st step, but the moment he stepped on the [-]st step, Zhang Yang's face changed suddenly.

A gray air flow followed the soles of his feet and penetrated into his body.
(End of this chapter)