Chapter 16 Surrounded

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Mengling Mountain is like a landslide cracking, rolling airflow containing terrorist power, and hundreds of miles of mountain stone and earthwork are all turned into powder. The powerful monsters hidden in the mountains and forests didn't even have time to dodge, and were bombarded by thousands of flesh and blood in bursts of roars. Many monks who entered Mengling Mountain to search for Zhang Yan also tried their best to hold up the Zhenyuan shield, but they were still frightened by the horrible scene like the collapse of the pillar.

Mengling Mountain is as turbulent as the end!

All this comes from the confrontation between Zhang Yan and a team of Qingfuzong in the East China Sea.

All this has not ended here.

With Zhang Yan shouting the word "kill", the combat effectiveness of Bu Ruo and Uhou'er has almost improved a lot.

Bu Ruo's face became more and more transparent, and his sharp hands grabbed him fiercely. The Xuanyan bead was suddenly adsorbed in his hand, and then almost substantial black light gushed out of his body and poured into the Xuanyan soul beads.

The mysterious flame beads suddenly lit up, like a black hole spinning crazily, and the surrounding void was instantly crushed.

"It's not good!"

Wen Haoyan felt the destructive power from the air, and his face suddenly changed. He didn't care about anything else. He quickly tried his whole body to pour the pure cyan jade fan into his hand, and then waved it forward fiercely. The overwhelming blue light was like a bloodthirsty and crazy thick green weed, rushing towards Bu Ruo.

Madness flashed in Bu Ruo's enchanting blood pupils and screamed sharply, "Your Lord Bu Ruo will let you know what heaven and earth is today!"

With the sound, the Xuanyan soul beads in Bu Ruo's hand splashed black silently, just like the night covering the whole sky in an instant. There was no light or sound, and everything around him turned into a dark silence.

Zhang Yan was sacrificing Lingbao Jinlian and wanted to join the ugly regiment. Suddenly, he felt that it was dark in front of him and seemed that he could not see anything. At this time, when he heard Bu Ruo's arrogant forehead, he couldn't help thinking that there were other powerful tricks?

As soon as this idea flashed in his mind, there was a muffled sound in his ears.

The muffled sound was extremely short, like a blink of an eye, and the blackness of the whole world faded away. Zhang Yan saw the scene in front of him again.

Except for Bu Ruo, Wen Haoran has completely lost his bones!

When Bu Ruo has made the whole space completely dark, the Chongguang, who was fighting with Chou'er, also stagnated. Hearing the muffled hum, he almost broke his courage, and Wen Haoran died! Wen Haoran, who was the eldest aging god of Qingfuzong, died...

Wen Haoran is the biggest support of Qingfu Sect. With him alone, Qingfu Sect can stand as one of the three sects in the East China Sea and will never be defeated. But now he has been killed. Is Qingfuzong really going to die?

chong guang has a trance.

And at the extreme of his trance, the ugly golden wings suddenly came out and turned into two streamers like golden dragons, hovering around, instantly crushing the worship into a ball of blood and mud flying in the air!

The water-blue long gun is still roaring and spinning in the air, but Chongguang, the three elders of Qingfuzong, also died in a trance.

Zhang Yan looked at the scene in front of him with a little tongue, looking at the two inhuman guys, and couldn't help but be envious.

These two guys are too tough. As soon as they said that they would fight quickly, they cut down the divine monks... They didn't cut watermelons so fast, did they?

"There!"

"Zhang Yan is there!"

" Surround him and don't let him run away!"

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A burst of shouts came to his ears from the sky, and Zhang Yan's consciousness swept away. He couldn't help but be shocked when he saw the dense monks rolling thousands of feet away from all directions.

He quickly picked up the three magic weapons that the three god-level monks of Qingfu Sect roared and fell, and then hurriedly rushed to the west.

And Bu Ruo and Chou'er didn't need his prompt at all, and turned into two streamers to follow closely.

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The battle between Zhang Yan and Qingfuzong only lasted less than a cup of tea. In this short period of time, Zhang Yan killed seven Yuanying monks with Lingbao Jinlian, and Chou'er swept two monks with golden wings under the ribs. The injured Bu Ruo was even more fierce and extincted the highest monks among these people in an instant. , its ** posture is unmatched.

Their battle almost bombed a thousand-told mountain into a big pit, and the movement caused by it spread hundreds of miles away. How can the monks from all walks of life who are searching for Zhang Yan in the mountains and forests be unconscious?

However, the time taken from the time to the end of the battle was too short, and the breath emanating from the battle was too horrible. Even if someone was about to approach the position of Zhang Yan and others, they were horrified by the almost devastating battle.

Therefore, when Zhang Yan fled the battlefield with Chou'er and Bu Ruo, they woke up and rushed here.

However, it is impossible for Zhang Yan to escape from the west easily.

These monks from the ancient continent went up the mountain from Mengling Mountain in all directions, like a ubiquitous net. Gradually, Zhang Yan walked west and was bound to encounter more enemies.

In this battle with Qingfuzong, Zhang Yan killed seven Yuanying monks because of his frequent use of Lingbao Jinlian, but nearly half of the Buddha yuan in his body was consumed.

And Bu Ruo's cheeks became more and more transparent, and the breath on his body became slightly messy, which obviously consumed a lot.

Only the ugly man seemed to be the same, flapping his golden wings and following Zhang Yan closely.

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At this time, more and more monks came to the battlefield, and there were thousands of people.

These people are mostly in groups of three or five. The leaders also have the lowest level of infancy cultivation, and the highest are old monsters that have not been born for thousands of years. Like Hengyuezong's Taishuang Elder Lie Binghan and Dongfumen's Taishang Elder Xuanting...

In front of them, there is a large pit with a range of nearly 100 feet. The ravines of burnt black earth are scattered in the pit, and there are still violent and scattered spiritual power and various obscure breaths in the air.

Here, there is a battle between high-level monks!

Almost everyone knows this. What surprises them is that there is more than one deity monk in the team that seems to have been destroyed by Zhang Yan...

More than 50 years ago, Zhang Yan was only the son of a hunter in a mountain village in northern Xinjiang; but now, he can kill a team led by a priest...

Everyone was shocked and thought of how profound Zhang Yan's cultivation should be now?

Breaking their heads can't figure out what a panacea can turn a mortal into a strong figure who can kill a divine monk in more than 50 years.

Even if it is a hundred years, a thousand years... Such an advanced speed seems a little strange, isn't it?

Everyone can't figure it out, but they agree that Zhang Yan's advanced speed must be related to the Buddha and demon treasure!

This judgment seemed to have unparalleled magic, which made all the monks who were originally afraid of Zhang Yan's strength crazy again in an instant.

At this time, they can't care how horrible Zhang Yan's strength is, and they just want to catch Zhang Yan.

Catch him and hand over the Buddha and demon treasure!

The atmosphere suddenly became a little weird.

This group of monks from the ancient continent gathered on Mengling Mountain and gathered around the big pit left by the battle. Some of them know each other and hear their names, but there are also people who hate each other...

But at this moment, they seem to have forgotten everything, regardless of greetings and revenge, one wave after another, and scrambling to rush to the west.

Zhang Yan fled there.

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"It's amazing, amazing. This boy seems to have another great opportunity. His strength is growing so fast, which is rare in the world."

After the sloppy old man in a tattered Taoist suit gradually disappeared from the crowd, he came out of the dense forest and came to the pit, feeling the remaining horrible smell in the pit, and his old face was full of sigh.

"Let's go quickly. After this battle, maybe he has been seriously injured. Don't be robbed by others."

The old man in white clothes and ruddy cheeks paused in front of the big pit and was surprised. He couldn't help saying anxiously, "Last time, you delayed a big event because of your sleep. Don't linger this time, or I won't lie for you..."

"Well, he's not dead. What's the panic? The old way is a fairy god hexagram. If we are here, the boy will certainly not be preempted by others. Although the sloppy old man said so, he still turned around and left with white eyes.

The old man in white smiled bitterly, shook his head to follow, and muttered, "Your fortune-telling ability has been effective once in ten times, and I won't panic like this..."

"Wait."

After walking for a short time, he suddenly stopped his body, his eyes flashed blue, and sneered, "Kid, it's time to follow us for so long, should we come out?"

The old man in white was stunned and looked back into the jungle, but saw a young man wearing a scribe's scarf and small-eyed young man in a pale white Confucian shirt came out.

The young man still held a roll of yellow books in his hand, and his face was calm, and his body exuded a vast and straight breath. He walked to the front of them, bowed slightly and said with a smile, "Student Zhang Baocai, I have met two predecessors."

If Zhang Yan is here, he will be surprised to find that this is the only son of his second uncle's family. Zhang Baocai, a little fat man who likes to play behind his buttocks!

However, Zhang Baocai is no longer a little fat man. After more than 50 years of polishing, he has transformed into a mature and steady tall young man. His eyebrows are smiling and his posture is vigorous, and it is difficult to see what he looked like when he was a child.

When Zhang Yan left Longyuan City, Zhang Baocai was left to follow his master Wang Daoqi to practice Confucian martial arts - Yujin Dingkunshu.

Zhang Baocai is the body of the innate golden spirit. When he practiced Yujin Dingkun, he was only nine years old. Under the cultivation and polishing of Wang Daoqi, the leader of Confucianism, he entered the territory quickly. Now he has cultivated in the middle of Yuanying.

Zengfuzi once said that the body of the innate golden spirit is the main character, and there is no courage invincible. Zhang Baocai is not only the body of the golden spirit, but also the martial arts of Yujin Dingkun. It is not surprising that there is such an entry.

The sloppy old man shouted in surprise, "Kid, are you a Confucian? Who is your master?

Zhang Baocai smiled and said, "Exactly, the student learned from Wang Daoqi, the leader of Fengchi."

"Ouch."

The sloppy old man patted his forehead and shouted, "Wang Laoer! You are actually the apprentice of this stubborn and rigid guy, but why do you follow us?"

Zhang Baocai smiled and said, "I saw that the senior also came to save my brother Yan, so..."

"Brother Yan?"

The old man in white took the lead in asking, "What is your relationship with Zhang Yan?"

Zhang Baocai said righteously, "Zhang Yan is a student cousin."

The sloppy old man and the old man in white suddenly appeared at the same time.

The three of them didn't have time to greet each other, so they went west one after another. On the way, Zhang Baocai also knew their identities and couldn't help smacking in his heart. When did Brother Yan know such a noble person?

The sloppy old Taoism is the first person in the Middle Tu Daomen, and the post-level Taoist cultivation of the Xuanmen in the Taiqing Dynasty; while the old man in white is the three elders of the Chu family, the first hermit family in the Middle Earth, and Chu Yu, a monk in the later period of Yuanying.

In Qianjing City, Caikong had seen Zhang Yan as a fortune teller, and asserted that Zhang Yan had a blood disaster in three days. Zhang Yan sneered at that time, but after the experience of the underground of Huxin Island, he was stunned and convinced this sentence.

However, the friendship between mining and Zhang Yan is almost nothing, and it is not an irreversible friendship. He and Chu Yu came to rescue Zhang Yan, but received an order from Chu Xiushui, the proud daughter of Middle Earth.

Of course, perhaps only Chu Xiushui and Zhang Yan know the reason.

Caikong, Chu Yu and Zhang Baocai walked side by side and run very fast. When they approached a mountain pass to the west of the Mengling Mountains, Huo Ran stopped.

In front of them, many monks' cities surrounded Zhang Yan standing in the middle of the mountain pass. Ten feet in front of Zhang Yan, a group of more than ten monks were confronting Zhang Yan.

To Zhang Baocai's surprise, a young man at the front of the dozen people put a blade against the throat of a woman in front of him.

The woman's yellow palace costume, melon seed face, slender willow eyebrows, quiet and beautiful, is Yue Yunshi!

Zhang Baocai knew Yue Yunshi. When he was in Longyuan City, Yue Yunshi still took his little hand and bought him a lot of snacks.

How could she be caught? Did those people use her to threaten Brother Yan?

Zhang Baocai's eyes swept over Zhang Yan's cheeks. Sure enough, he seemed calm, but his ordinary calm eyes were filled with anger at this time.

Zhang Baocai also had a burst of anger in his heart. He looked at the young man behind Yue Yunshi again, but he saw the young man's thin lips and narrow eyes, giving people a gloomy atmosphere.

is him!