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A person, a knife, and Su Yang stood there calmly, giving people a nearly invincible attitude, shocking all the saints so much that they dared not act rashly. What a style.

Could it be that there are only twenty saints who have attained enlightenment that have nothing to do with Su Yang?

No, if the twenty saints who have attained enlightenment cooperate, if they don’t even have the courage to fight, and let Su Yang leave calmly, it would be a real joke, and shame is enough to throw it to grandma’s house.

Therefore, it was just a brief shock, and the twenty saints who attained enlightenment responded immediately.

"Hmph, how could we be afraid?" A saint with bloodshot eyes was seen glaring at the scene after a cold shout, and two lines of scarlet blood and tears were shedding, and there was already a rumor in his mouth.

As the blood-filled saint of Taoism began to chant the mantra while bleeding and tears, a god of death appeared behind Su Yang, holding a lantern in his left hand, holding a command with his right hand, and raising his hand to capture Su Yang, he saw that the soul in Su Yang's body had left the body in an instant and was almost hooked away.

Fortunately, Su Yang's spiritual soul was not weak, and he immediately activated the Heaven and Earth Yuan Furnace in his body, and pulled his soul back into his body. A strange color flashed in his eyes. He realized that the eyes were covered with bloodshot and had never appeared in the previous few times. It was definitely not a simple character.

That's right, if Su Yang wants to break through the siege, this blood-filled saint of enlightenment must pay close attention to it.

This person is named Santu Jun. He comes from the Nether Realm. He practiced an extremely special curse and killing technique. He is born with the power to communicate with the underworld. Therefore, he can summon the soul-capturing god of death, which is specifically designed to attract people's souls, and is extremely unpredictable.

For example, at this moment, Su Yang had to deal with the simple method of summoning souls in Santu Jun, so he was not captured.

At the same time, in order to deal with the method of summoning the soul of the Santu Jun and protecting the soul, Su Yang inevitably felt a moment of stiffness, which made the other saints who were already eyeing him immediately have the opportunity to stay.

"Amitabha, donor Su should put down the butcher's knife in his hand, you can't hold it!" The monk who had persuaded Su Yang had clasped his hands together again and sincerely persuaded him again.

This persuasion is obviously very different from before, and is a magical power containing the great magic power of Buddhism.

Therefore, as the Buddhist monk finished speaking, Su Yang immediately felt that the knife in his hand was extremely heavy, and the high temperature of the thorn palm was emitted, just like a cannon. The tighter he held, the more painful the palm of his hand was.

Yes, this is another existence that deserves great attention from Su Yang. He is known as the Mantra Monk. He practices the Dharma of Buddhist Mantra. Every word contains great wishes for Buddhists and every sentence contains great supernatural powers.

For a moment, Su Yang's soul was restrained at first, but now he was all banned by swords, and he was really restricted.

However, after seeing Su Yang's previous strength, the saints changed their previous attitude and no longer dared to underestimate Su Yang. Even if they took action to limit Su Yang one after another, they would not dare to relax at all. They threw all the abilities of Su Yang to Su Yang.

"Treasure rope, treasure rope, as I like!"

"The Buddha said: One sand is one world!"

"Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and coexist, give me a trap!"

Master Jin Bao, the Supreme Elder of Lingbao Sect from the Five Great Dao Sects of the True Realm, Venerable Yanhua from Buddhism, and Wu Ling, also took action without hesitation, and he was the only one of his own talents.

In an instant, a silver magic rope, a grain of golden sand, and a five-element ring hit Su Yang one after another.

The next moment, the silver treasure rope was wrapped when it touched, and directly tied Su Yang into a rice dumpling; the golden sand seemed to have a world-weight, and Su Yang's legs were bent; the five elements rings were directly attached to Su Yang's body, and the tighter it became, which was a kind of meaning that Su Yang was directly tied into two ends.

In short, five kinds of magical powers that specifically restrict movement have fallen one after another. I am afraid that even if the real immortals descend to earth, they are destined to be unable to move.

Therefore, seeing Su Yang getting hit in turn and making extraordinary moves, the saints showed some gentle smiles on their faces, so that the pressure Su Yang had brought them before had greatly alleviated a lot.

However, I don’t know if Su Yang did it on purpose. When the saints just smiled and prepared to continue to work hard and take down Su Yang, Su Yang, who had been silent, suddenly raised his head suddenly.

The silver eyes flashed with a cold and ruthless cold light; the corners of his mouth were filled with mockery sneer; Su Yang still looked so evil and calm and shouted: "Born!"

In the response, a terrifying power of the prehistoric divine power burst out from Su Yang's body, and the spurted muscles broke the five elements rings and silver treasure ropes on their body layer by layer, and untied the two bonds on the spot.

Then, Su Yang raised his hand and picked it up. A grain of golden sand containing the power of a world was easily grasped in his hand, and he squeezed it out with a little force.

Then, Su Yang opened his mouth and squirted out a blood thunder of heaven. The blood thunder turned directly in front of him, and then he penetrated through the soul-sucking god of death behind him.

"Sigh!" The soul-sucking death god screamed, staring at Su Yang in horror, and kept pulling away quickly, as if it was a little closer to Su Yang, which was a very dangerous thing.

The fear and retreat of the soul-capturing death god also had a certain impact on the Santu Jun who was casting the spell. His eyes were extremely painful, tears were surging, and everything he saw in front of him became very blurred.

Finally, Su Yang seemed to feel that the fireworks were all coming from the sword. He raised his hand and brushed it over and shouted, "Ye, as my sword, how could he be tamed by Buddhist mantras so easily?"

Buzz!

When the sword vibrated violently, it seemed like it was getting angry, and a shocking sword intent burst out. When the Zhenyan monk heard the muffled groan and fell into a brief sound.

this……

All the saints who attained enlightenment were stunned because they found that they had overestimated Su Yang, but unexpectedly they still underestimated a lot in the end. They watched Su Yang break the five seals in just a moment, and they didn't even have the chance to react at all during the whole process.

However, the most terrifying thing is that after Su Yang broke the five seals in a row, he seemed to have done something insignificant, and said softly: "I have already said clearly that you can't do it. If you want to capture me, you must at least be in the fifth level of the saint."

A hint of chill burst out from the hearts of the saints again. They couldn't figure out that Su Yang was just the realm of the second level of the saint, how could he be such a monster?

But this fact was right in front of me. Su Yang still looked calm and evil. He raised his knife slightly and stated in a simple and straightforward manner: "Reciting the rituals, it's my turn to the next one!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a little golden light appeared between Su Yang's eyebrows, forming exquisite purple-gold divine patterns, covering his whole body, releasing a unique true meaning of thunder and aura of great Tao. Su Yang looked like the God of Thunder descending into the world.

Mantra of Purification, cast!

Golden Light Curse, cast!

Then Su Yang shouted "Slaying the Sky", and then saw an extremely mysterious sword intent, which gently slashed by the blade, and then it seemed as if something had been cut.

shock!

All those present were saints who had attained enlightenment, and naturally they were very sensitive to the way of heaven. They immediately felt that Su Yang's sword of the sky seemed extremely simple, but it really had the power to kill the sky.

For a moment, the saints did not dare to be careless at all. They broke out one after another, and each used their own unique skills. One after another, one after another, one after another, and a lot of magical powers bloomed, and even sacrificed various powerful magic weapons, and tried their best to resist Su Yang's sword of the sky.

It’s a pity that even if they try their best to face this knife, they still can’t stop it.

Shengyuan was beheaded!

The magical power was killed!

The magic weapon was killed!

Thousands of currents spread, fireworks extinguished, and magic weapons were split on the spot. This sword of the sky was absolutely unstoppable.

Fortunately, Su Yang and these saints had no grudges or grudges. They were only caught in this situation because they were caught by Qin Lan's trick. So even if Su Yang had said that he was not merciless before, it was really a critical moment that Su Yang still kept his hand a little.

After destroying all the holy primordials, magical powers, and magic weapons, the sword left a scar on the saints, which was almost at a slight degree of serious injury, and immediately restrained them all.

After retiring the knife, Su Yang stood with his hands behind his back, still so calm and so evil. He seemed to be explaining a simple fact and said lightly: "When I step into the realm of a saint, I can already match the second level of the saint. Do you think that my cultivation level now reaches the realm of a saint, how many levels of the saint can I fight against?"

Without waiting for the answers of the saints with complex expressions, and no longer cared about these people, Su Yang calmly put away all the swords after he finished speaking, then turned around and stepped across the starry sky, leaving step by step.

At this moment, no one dares to stop it!

In other words, Su Yang used the simplest action to explain it like a group of saints, that is, he was really just playing with you before, and when I became serious, you were no match for you at all.

All geniuses and saints retreated in front of me, Su Yang.

This is Su Yang.

It is now conceivable how complicated the saints' mood should be when facing such a terrifying Su Yang.

He came so confidently, but he had to give up so frightenedly. Could it be that no one in this world can stop Su Yang?

No, although Su Yang is very strong now, he still cannot be invincible.

"I'm asking Lord Ling of Clan to take action!" Just as Su Yang turned around, he saw Wu Ling bowing head with a complicated expression on his face, and his words were filled with some respect from the heart.

"I beg Lord Ling of the clan to capture this beast!" After Wu Ling, the saints also bowed to each other, and their complex expressions contained a strong respect.

"Hmm?" Su Yang's expression changed immediately when he heard this. He seemed to sense something, and looked up slightly towards the front.

At the same time, a monk with thin figure, ordinary face, and vicissitudes of life and hesitation in his eyes was walking towards this side step by step, as if slow and fast, but in just three or five steps, he had already crossed the starry sky. It was the holy spirit born from a holy object created by taking the blood of all races, the characteristics of all races, and gathering the power of all races, the holy spirit - the Tao Spirit of all races.

"Oh, come with me!" The Dao Ling of Wan Ju looked at Su Yang quietly, with a bit of vicissitudes and helplessness in his voice, and a bit of convincing and unquestionable force. On the first day of the first day of the New Year, Su Yang was deeply attracted, bringing a kind of pressure that could not be described in words, as if facing the ancient history, full of heavy feeling.

In trouble!

The evil Yi on Su Yang's face finally disappeared, and he silently stared at the Taoist spirits of all races, and an unprecedented seriousness appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!