Xu Yang followed Di Yin and rushed all the way. He summoned the Xuan Ling of Zhuque and flew on the Xuan Ling. He flapped his wings and was a hundred miles away. The distance between him and Di Yin was rapidly shortening.

The sound of the flute became clearer and there was a dense coniferous forest in front of Xu Yang. He shouted loudly: "Who is sneaking, come out for me!"

Xu Yang's voice echoed in the woods, and pine needles fell down.

A black shirt in front of me quickly disappeared.

Xu Yang was excited and he cut out a blood-colored sword energy, and the arc light lit up, cutting off several pine trees, and Kerala fell down.

A gloomy and weird voice came: "Boy... I'm going to ruin my big deal... I can't spare you..."

Large clusters of black fog surged, and Xu Yang's blood-colored sword energy seemed to have slashed into the mud and was quickly wiped out.

The man groaned, and the black fog on his body faded a lot. He snorted coldly: "Boy... I will let you go today, and I dare to chase you... You are seeking death... death..."

"Pretending to be a ghost, I want to see, what tricks do you have?" Xu Yang put away the Xuanling of Vermilion Bird, extended his fire wings again, flew into the pine forest, and chased after him with his tail.

A mysterious figure wrapped in a black robe suddenly turned around. His body was hidden in the deep black fog, and it was not clear. Suddenly, a big hand poked out from the black fog and grabbed Xu Yang's chest.

"Lock!"

The dry sound sounded, and the air around Xu Yang suddenly stagnated, as if there was an invisible air shackle.

"What kind of mysterious technique is this?" Although Xu Yang was still shocked, he let out a long roar, and eight major trends surged above his head, turning into an illusory realm, suppressing all directions.

"The Eight Scenery of Xuantian!" The figure in black robe was shocked, and suddenly these words burst out from the gaps of her teeth. She became extremely resentful.

"Who are you? How do you recognize the Eight Scenery of Xuantian?" Xu Yang's shock was extraordinary. From him, he traveled over. In the land of Yingzhou, no one recognized the name of the Eight Scenery of Xuantian. After all, this is the clan-controlling technique of the Zhongzhou Tian clan. It is normal that no one hears it. Now he actually met a mysterious man who called the name of the Eight Scenery of Xuantian. How could he not shock Xu Yang?

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the black-robed figure and Xu Yang had a palm in front of each other and said in a stern voice: "Hehe... How can I recognize it... Boy, you are the descendant of the Xuantian Old Demon, right?"

"What Xuantian Old Demon, I haven't heard of it," Xu Yang poked out his palm again. He suddenly changed his claws and pinched it. An illusory palm with colorful light shining brightly. He also pinched it. He wanted to capture the man in black robe, "Where have you seen the Eight Scenery of Xuantian? Tell me quickly, otherwise you will die!"

The man in black robe snorted coldly, and the black mist turned into the shape of swords, guns, swords and halberds, and shot out, colliding with Xu Yang's illusory handprints. The explosion sound trembled, shaking the pine forests in this area to the east and west.

"Boy, you want me to die... I'm afraid it's impossible... because I'm already dead..."

"Stop pretending, the Eight-Pole Furnace, swallow the sky and the earth!" Xu Yang fired out the true fire. In the void above his head, the Eight-Pole Xuanling suddenly rushed out and turned into a huge melting furnace, covering the man in black.

"What move is this?" The man in black robe was obviously a little strange, "Boy... the Xuantian Eight Scenery Sutra you practiced does not seem to be authentic?"

"Kill you enough! Say it quickly, otherwise, I will always get some clues when searching for your cultivation experience with the Eight Pole Furnace." Xu Yang said coldly.

If you can obtain the complete version of the Eight Scenery of Xuantian, Xu Yang will no longer need to explore the skills of Xuanjun's realm. He can be promoted to Xuanjun's realm in a very short time!

Moreover, the perfect version of the Eight Scenery of Xuantian and the Eight Pole Furnace created by Xu Yang can also be verified by each other, which can not only avoid going astray, but also make up for each other's shortcomings, and the benefits are immeasurable.

"Hahahaha! Boy, the Eight Scenery of Xuantian you learned is arguably. It seems that you are not the successor of Xuantian Old Demon!" The man in black seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and his tone became arrogant, "What Eight Pole Melting Furnace? It's like a native chicken, tiles, shattered for me!"

The man in black robe was covered with black mist, and the sharp arrows were shot in all directions, hitting the wall of the Eight-Pole furnace, making a jingle sound. The inner wall of the Eight-Pole furnace trembled, and cracks appeared on it.

"No, let me get the Demon-killing Array!" Xu Yang pinched the seal with his hand, and a six-pointed star array rose from the Eight Pole Furnace, surrounding the man in the black robe.

Hundreds of heavenly-level mysterious techniques emerged, and under the leadership of the six heavenly-level top-grade mysterious techniques, they continued to bombard the man in black.

Xu Yang was ready. Once the man in black could withstand the Demon-killing Array, he would immediately start the blessing of the Ming King of the Three Worlds, the eight extremes fusion technique, and at the strongest state, he used the Great Sun Qianyuan sword technique to capture the man in black in one fell swoop and asked about the whereabouts of the Eight Scenery of Xuantian.

"There are so many false magical powers? There are six paths, and they are approaching the true magical powers!" The man in black murmured to himself, saying puzzling words, "But, boy, you still can't do anything to me... because I am a dead person, no matter what you do, you can't kill a dead person..."

"It's so much nonsense, the rain flows!" Xu Yang waved his hand, and hundreds of mysterious art lights fused, and a shocking rainbow, carrying the power of destruction, fell down with a bang.

With a loud bang, the power of the Demon-killing Array completely exploded, and the black fog on the man in black was shattered by a blow.

"So easy?" Xu Yang frowned slightly, which was slightly different from what he expected.

"Hey, something is wrong. The method of swallowing and sucking practice of the Baji Furnace did not work!" Xu Yang tightened his eyebrows, and he stared at the field.

At the location where the roaring rainfall fell, a huge hole was exposed. At the point of the hole, a ragged black robe was in sight.

Xu Yang removed the Eight-Pole Furnace, walked to the pit. He squatted down, twisted his black robe with two fingers, and gently lifted it up.

The black robe was like a butterfly in the wind, shattered into countless pieces and flew away.

"This dress is like a shroud, buried deep in the ground for many years...so it's just that it's like this," Xu Yang frowned and thought, "That person said, he is already a dead person... What does it mean? Why did he know the Eight Scenery of Xuantian?"

Xu Yang felt like he was trapped in a huge vortex.
Chapter completed!