I, Shushan Juggernaut, signed in Jianzhong for a hundred years

Now is the time.

Even if something goes wrong later, the ancestor of Tianmomen will be watching from the side.

The violent power of all things surged out, and the armor on his body creaked.

Constantly exuding resentment and domineering deep demonic energy.

The fist that looked as big as a sandbag made a buzzing sound.

Bombarding out with infinite magic energy and a special artistic conception, the fist as big as a hill pierced through the sound barrier and rushed towards Yang Hun.

"Demon world!"

Yang Hun didn't even blink, and was directly enveloped by the fist of demonic energy the size of a small mountain.

"Boom!"

The huge explosion was mixed with violent demon energy, completely submerging Yang Hun's direction.

A bench under Yang Hun's buttocks turned into fly ash and scattered in the air.

Seeing Yang Hun's skin so crispy, his suzerain Wan Wusheng punched him silently.

The eyes of the rest of the Tianmomen elders and hall masters shone, and they shouted loudly.

"Brothers, the ancestor is watching us from behind, and now he has to show his housekeeping skills."

"Take care of this ignorant master of the Tang Dynasty."

There are more than a dozen elders and hall masters of the Heavenly Demon Sect who are in the realm of the earth fairy.

They all used their own means.

The billowing devilish energy mixed with the magic weapon and the breath of heaven and earth artistic conception, covered all directions like black clouds covering the sun.

The breath alone almost shattered the entire palace.

If it weren't for the protection of top-notch formations, it is estimated that this place would have been razed to the ground long ago.

Seeing that Yang Hun was enveloped by the demonic energy and did not fight back, a trace of disdain flashed in Wan Wusheng's eyes.

Then he raised his hand to signal.

"Stop attacking, don't beat him to death, the old ancestor still needs to keep it useful."

After hearing these words, the elders of the Heavenly Demon Sect stopped.

Then they all recalled the attack power they emitted.

at this time.

Wang Tang, who was sitting on the throne in the palace calmly, suddenly changed his eyes.

Looking in the direction of the palace gate, he was puzzled, and the law of God's will in his body was constantly warning him.

There is great danger at hand.

"Sect Master, something is wrong!"

"Our magic energy and the artistic conception of heaven and earth that we attacked have been absorbed, so we can't take it back at all?"

"The magic energy on the field is not under our control at all."

The seductive woman from Tianmomen walked up to Wanwusheng with a frown.

"what!"

Wan Wusheng suddenly felt bad, waved his right hand, and began to absorb the black air.

It was found that the Mo Dao Tian Xia he had sent out could not be recovered at all.

The most critical point.

Even the bit of devilish energy that he just tried to radiate was like a mud cow entering the sea.

"It's really a good feeling to have so much magic energy and attacks coming over!"

Yang Hun's faint voice came from the demonic energy.

"The strength of the few of you is not bad. It just so happens that there are still a few errands in our teacher's residence."

"If you take the initiative to deliver it to your door, I will accept it."

As soon as Yang Hun's voice fell.

All the magic energy and artistic conception of heaven and earth in the palace dissipated immediately.

Yang Hun still stood at the original place, but there was an extra thumb-sized black crystal on his hand.

A trace of blood-red anger flashed on Wang Tang's face, he slapped the armrest and sat up.

The handsome face began to become a little distorted, and the ever-changing power of law condensed in his hands.

Wan Wusheng stood beside Wang Tang cautiously, feeling that something bad was about to happen in his heart.

He took out a magical low-level magic weapon that he kept at the bottom of the box.

He found.

Now the situation on the field is becoming more and more unclear, and it is only an hour or two.

It seems that it is not enough to use my own cultivation base of the peak of the earth immortal.

"come on!"

Yang Hun smiled mysteriously, flicked his right hand, and a wave came out from his hand.

As for the other elders of the Heavenly Demon Sect whose strength was lower than the peak of the Earth Immortal, they suddenly shouted in horror.

The figure floated in mid-air, uncontrollably flying towards Yang Hun.

"boom!"

"Sect Master, Patriarch, help me!"

Wang Tang waved his hand, and the special power of incomparable law gushed out in his hand, trying to stop Yang Hun.

But his power of law was intercepted in mid-air, but it still didn't have the slightest effect.

The past is still the past.

"Clap!"

An angry Wang Tang crushed the precious handrail made of fairy treasures.

I wonder when he has been insulted like this since he practiced.

Which shot is not a good one, strategize and solve things easily.

Even Mo Zunlou never teased him like this.

But this Yang Hun who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger.

He kept challenging his bottom line, and even robbed people from his side of Tianmomen.

It's hard to get rid of the hatred in my heart without killing the other party.

Except for the big tripod.

His life will be taken by himself.

Seeing his throne crushed to pieces like a toy, everything hurts.

After seeing that Wang Tang was already so angry that he could swallow people alive with his eyes.

He forcibly held back what he wanted to say.

"Old Ancestor, us!"

And at this time, more than a dozen elders of the Heavenly Demon Sect in the air began to pour cold water over again.

"I feel that my body is out of control, and I don't need half a point of cultivation to walk towards this person."

"Damn it, it's okay for the hall masters of their combined state to do this."

"Why am I a majestic Earth Immortal, but someone plays with me?"

More than a dozen demon elders blamed and complained to each other.

It's just that when he saw the expressionless look on Yang Hun's face, he didn't dare to say anything.

Apart from Wan Wusheng and Wang Tang, the two strongest people on the opposite side.

The rest of the Heavenly Demon sect floated behind Yang Hun one after another, waving their hands in the air like toads.

Yang Hun continuously injected special power into the black crystal in his hand.

That's why it works like this.

"Bastard, do you want to make enemies with our entire Demon Dao, let them go!"

Wan Wusheng took out his magic weapon, opened his mouth and roared angrily.

He seriously suspected that this was an old monster with a deep secret and their vengeance with the demons.

Came here on purpose to make trouble.

The other party is not a Great Tang Guoshi at all.

"Tie Zhan, Tu Jiaonu, Liu Xing..."

At this moment, Yang Hun stretched out his index finger and pointed at the dozen or so elders of the Heavenly Demon Sect floating behind.

Every time he pointed at an elder of Tianmomen, the eyes of the other party would suddenly change.

There was an extra light similar to a hexagram.

"Give it to me! Have a good chat with your suzerain and exchange feelings."

Yang Hun then said with a smile.

"Yes, Master!"

A total of fifteen Tianmomen elders and hall masters fell from the sky above the hall.

Line up in two rows and bow your head respectfully.

Then they looked fiercely at Wanwusheng, and took out their top magic weapons one after another.

Wan Wusheng realized something was wrong and shouted directly.

"What are you doing?"

"Boom!"

What awaited him was the gathered attack of the fifteen Heavenly Demon Sect elders.