Chapter 342 Assault

The next day, when the sun was shining on the snowy mountains, Jinyang left Mengli's cave alone. That night, Aunt Mengli told him a lot about his absence. Many details that Xiaoyun didn't know were revealed to Jin Yang from her mouth.

The reason why Mengli's brother can resist the attack of so many people is that he practices a great magic power that ordinary people can't cultivate. The magic skills practiced by the senior brother combine the fairy treasures at the peak of the three illusion gods, a psychic fairy treasure, which is a huge lethal power between his hands and feet. A jump, turn around and fall, can step on and death an opponent in the same realm.

At the same time, Meng Li was also practicing this great power. Jin Yang also learned that this great power was personally granted by the president. After he came, he didn't know how many times he had saved them.

Jin Yang, who had just got this point, was silent and walked out of Mengli's cave alone. Her words were right. A sacred weapon could change a lot. Finally, he touched his bag and storage space. There was no powerful fantasy fairy treasure, let alone a psychic fairy treasure. The only thing that can be held out is the moment of the underworld, the extreme edge.

Stepping on the snow, deep footprints step by step, there was an abnormal snowstorm on the snowy mountain last night. If it hadn't been for Jinyang's cultivation, he would have fallen into the snow and couldn't move. Looking up at the steep snow-covered mountain path, it has become as high as the two sides.

Jin Yang, suspended in the sky, was suddenly shocked, "Someone is staring at himself! Does it seem to be a little murderous?" Feeling looming and disappearing, Jinyang, standing on the mountain road, slowly closed his eyes and stood there quietly.

The moment when the right hand raised and pulled out the underworld, on this snowy mountain, hundreds of paths leading to the top of the mountain suddenly added a fighting person. Are those people? The person who killed the uncle?" Jinyang, who held the moment of the god of hell, expanded his spiritual power to the extreme. A wave of spiritual power spread out and became a blue field within 30 meters.

"Brother Nian, will we be found by him?" There were two people standing ten meters behind Jinyang. They turned their backs to the foot of the mountain and suspended a silk scarf-like fairy treasure above their heads. Zhao Yi, who was nervous, seemed to have a sharp decline in his ability to think around him at the end of the year. What are you worried about? Without the perception of the immortals of the three worlds, our spiritual power can't find us. What are you worried about?"

A dark silk scarf suspended above their heads. Zhao Monian glanced at Zhao Yi beside him. A trace of lunar calendar flashed in his eyes. His body did not avoid Jin Yang's detection at all. He walked towards him step by step. The closer he approached Zhao Yi beside him, the more pressure he felt, and his heart jumped straight. It seemed that he would jump the next moment. From hunter to prey.

Jinyang, who stared nervously at the surrounding environment, took a deep breath. The snowy mountains with the rising sun were a little dazzling. The moment of the underworld in his hand did not dare to relax at all and patrolled his four directions in his hand.

"Brother Nian, let's take action!" Zhao Yi, standing side by side with Zhao Monian, looked at Zhao Monian, who controlled the ribbon-shaped report first. "If you don't take action again, it will be difficult to identify that he wants to get close after seeing through it." Zhao Yi, who walked faster and faster his heart beat, said anxiously.

"What's the hurry!" Standing three meters away from Jinyang, he carefully observed every trace of Jinyang's body. With the hard lines on the face and the stylish muscles wrapped in the clothes, Zhao Monian knew that these were not personal. They really had explosive power and were a big killer when they moved.

Jin Yang, who closed his eyes and was about to stop breathing, was like being stabbed by a needle, and his big foot on the snow sank in little by little. The carving of the underworld in both hands stood upright in front of his chest.

"The enemy is around."

Zhao Monian, with hot eyes, decided that Jin Yang could not see him and could not feel his position. He stared at Jin Yang unscrupulously and said something in his mouth: "Zhao Yi, you Jin Yang, the sword in your hand is definitely above the level of spiritual virtual fairy treasure. How powerful can it be in our hands?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Brother Nian, as long as we take action, this sword will definitely be yours."

Just as Zhao Yi spoke, Jin Yang's perception finally had some strangeness. Without thinking about it, he waved a fierce sword behind him, with a 30-meter-long sword spirit, glowing black and gold.

Jinyang, who didn't open his eyes, suddenly heard a scream and the sound of tearing sounded. At the same time, hot blood shot on his body, like an iron tree poured out of an iron water stove, with a thorn, and his clothes were full of holes.

"Is there another one?" Jinyang, who opened his eyes, looked at the fall to the ground. Yin's sticky blood was watered with snow, and his unconsciously convulsions were dazzling on the snow. Run away." Jin Yang looked at the footprints that disappeared less than ten meters away, with different depths. It seemed that the person who ran away was also injured.

"Amazing!" Zhao Monian, who ran 100 meters, turned his back to Jinyang and dared not look at him again. He faintly knew in his heart that it was his hot eyes, so that Jin Yang could feel it at a distance of three meters. Looking at the silk scarf above my head, I laughed silently, "The guy who has no opinion makes me want to live. Zhao Qing, you little bitch, I want to avenge you" sighed, a little helpless.

A flashing figure at the end of Zhao disappeared on the snow-covered path.

Jinyang carefully inspected the surroundings, and his eyebrows had long gone like a mass of twists. Some people really dared to stab on the snowy mountain. The fairy treasures used were specially hidden. If it hadn't been for the hot eyes, he would not have found anything strange.

The pounding heart gradually returned to normal. He walked to the two sections and fell on the ground in front of Zhao Yi's body. The two pieces of the body basically maintained the posture of falling directly and lay on the ground. Jin Yang, who squatted down with the moment of the underworld, looked at the broken body with his eyes. In an instant, the large pupils were a little unbelievable, and there were more deep regrets of being deceived.

"Interior?" Jin Yang, with amazing observation, is like a person who can grasp other people's hearts. Even the dead can see one or two. The eyes wandered to the two-broken fracture, with smooth, strong muscles and red blood-flowing bones, even as smooth as a mirror. Does the sharpness of the moment of the underworld extend out? Jin Yang looked at the fracture strangely, and the organs inside were ignored by him.

"How dare you kill in the Prince's Palace! Arrest it!" When the deaf roar came from Jin Yang's ears, then a slender rope like a poisonous snake fell from the sky and couldn't help wrapping it directly around Jin Yang's body.

Jinyang, who squatted on the mountain, flashed with cold eyes, and his body squatting in the snow suddenly stood up. The god of hell rotated around his body, and the squeaking sound kept ringing, and the rope wrapped around him broke inch by inch.

"How dare you arrest, let's kill him."

At this time, Jinyang saw clearly the person, the generous brown standard monk's clothing, with two men standing on the left and right, one holding a sword and the other holding a strange fairy treasure in his hand.

"It turned out to be in the same group as the assassin." Staring at the man under the command, he said in a muffled voice, "There are still people who dare to pretend to be law enforcers on the snowy mountain." Looking at the people in the sky with a sneer, the moment of the underworld raised to see who would die first.

"Is the dead person the assassin, so who are you?"

Although Jinyang's voice was very small, it was not far from Jinyang. The monk who seemed to be a law enforcer attached great importance to it. When the monk with a sword on his left was about to kill Jinyang, he stopped him.

"Are you blind?" Jin Yang snorted coldly and didn't want to really have a conflict. He shouted at Zhao Yi's body under his feet, "Two people assassinated me, one of them explained, and the other ran away."

The master monk looked at the two corpses at the feet of Jinyang. The cold weather coagulated the blood that was just flowing. The red blood penetrated into the snow layer, and the whole snow surface became a little dark.

"In this case, you can go back and investigate with me." The person in charge also doesn't want to embarrass himself. No one on the snowy mountain knows the name Jinyang. What happened decades ago can hardly be said to be finished in the end, and he doesn't want to offend Jinyang.

"I'm going to meet the dean. There is no time. If you want to know something, wait until I come out. When Jin Yang said these words, he had turned around and looked at the mountain, and finally added, "There is another person who ran away."

Originally, he was a law enforcer looking down at Jinyang, but his face was a little blue. He looked at the two men around him and snorted, "Go and protect him!"