Chapter 580

Yang Junshan has never encountered such a crisis. The people who killed him were not only friars of major sects, but also black hands of foreign races. There were not only friars of the same level in the real world, but also friars in the later period of blood witch.

Yang Junshan is not a person waiting to die. His soul skill of hiding from the earth failed, and he immediately turned into "shrinking the earth into an inch" and ran away.

However, although "shrinking the ground into an inch" is also a quite exquisite escape technique, how can it escape the snare laid by outstanding people.

Before Yang Junshan could escape fifty feet, a roaring wind blade rolled up in front of him.

Yang Junshan was forced to withdraw his escape light and fight with the wind blade in front of him. The wind suddenly raged around, and countless trees broke. The huge movement must have alerted the monks farther away. Next, more monks are bound to come when they hear the news.

Yang Junshan frowned. Even if the friars brought out natural materials and earth treasures from the magic fog space, there was only one treasure. Besides, let alone spiritual tools, even if they really brought out a treasure, is it really worth so many friars to rob and fight?

It seems that forces from all sides and friars from outside the region have poured into the Liangyu mountains, but it is rare that the two sides are evenly matched, reaching a balanced point. Because of this, no one dares to let go and kill each other. Now the treasures brought out from this magic fog space have become an opportunity for both sides to vent.

Even Yang Junshan admires himself when life and death are at stake and he has leisure to think about these things.

Yang Junshan appeared in the magic fog space and was attacked and killed by various monks ambushed nearby. It was only a short time before and after. Between lightning, stone and fire, Yang Junshan had fought with at least three monks in three directions, but they were blocked.

"Boy, put down the baby you got from the magic fog space. I promise I won't do it to you."

This is bullshit. There are no less than ten real people hidden around. If one doesn't do it himself, can he deal with the other nine?

Although he ran into walls everywhere, Yang Junshan still didn't dare to let himself stop at all. He kept swimming in different directions and trying to break through. Only in this way could he delay the people to narrow the siege to him to the greatest extent.

"The boy's strength is good, but it's a pity!"

A friar in JUGANG territory can persist until now under the siege of the crowd. Although other people throw a rat repellent weapon and don't kill, even so, it can be regarded as valuable.

"I'm afraid I would have come here long ago if there had been a response from zongmen forces for such a long time. Don't talk nonsense and make a quick decision to avoid long dreams. At that time, the things on this boy will depend on his abilities."

When the people who besieged him became serious, Yang Junshan immediately felt the pressure doubled, and it could even be called difficult.

Knowing that it was a critical time for life and death at this time, Yang Junshan directly sacrificed the mountain cleaving knife, gathered all his efforts to display the magic power of "earth shaking and mountain shaking", and beheaded the friar who had previously blocked his way.

Suddenly, the earth moved and the mountains shook, just like all the people and things in this area were put in an empty box, and then they were shaken fiercely.

"Ouch, Baoshu magic power, help quickly. Be careful that he escapes!"

"Oh, earth shaking and mountain shaking treasure art!"

"I said, this boy is really not a fuel-saving lamp!"

Yang Junshan's magic power was released, and the monks who ambushed him around exclaimed one after another, but there was not much surprise in these words. It seemed that it was expected that even if Yang Junshan displayed his magic power, it would not be possible to stand out from the siege, or there were many accomplishments among the monks who ambushed him around, Even far more powerful than his sect, powerful ethnic friars, and precious magic powers are not rare for them.

Of course, Yang Junshan doesn't expect a magic power to turn defeat into victory. He just wants to force the two monks opposite to make way, just want to break through the siege.

The body surface of the mountain cleaving knife is already full of cracks. The successful application of the magic power of the treasure has shown Yang Junshan's determination to break the boat. Although the two monks opposite are responsible for blocking Yang Junshan's breakthrough, they are not responsible for working hard with Yang Junshan. Therefore, under the strength of Yang Junshan, they finally give way to the blocking road.

Yang Junshan was overjoyed. He forced Zhenyuan in his body and tried his best to escape.

However, a whistling sound came, and a white light had taken a step first and stabbed a pair through the back of Yang Junshan!

"Ha, if so many people besiege you, a monk in JUGANG territory, and you can run away, where can we put our faces?"

A joking voice came from behind Yang Junshan. Listening to the sound, Yang Junshan was approaching quickly, and Yang Junshan had not lost his smart eyes. At this time, he was also seeing the monks who avoided one left and one right in front. At this time, he was also looking at Yang Junshan with mocking eyes at the corners of his mouth.

"You see, the things are mine. Of course, everyone has their own share!"

The voice sounded again. A monk in Xuangang territory who didn't know which family was wearing clothes reached out and touched the storage bag around Yang Junshan's waist.

"Eh?" a voice of surprise came from the depths of the woods.

Just at this time, the monk who stretched his hand behind Yang Junshan's waist also froze on his face. Yang Junshan, who originally seemed to have been hit, suddenly burst open and a canopy of colorful feathers flew all over the sky.

"For death!"

"Puppetry?"

"Double feather!"

Most of the monks who still didn't show up around screamed one after another. These secrets are rare in the cultivation world, but because they can save people's lives at a critical moment, many monks can't get them by breaking their heads and asking for a double treasure.

"Come on, the boy's real body should not be far away. Find it quickly!"

"Shit, this boy brought a treasure out of the magic fog. I don't want it anymore. As long as I can get his stunt secret skill!"

"He doesn't necessarily know such secrets. Maybe he got it from good luck!"

"Ha ha, Liang Leng of the wind and snow sword sect is so stupid that the duck has flown!"

The friars of various forces around talked casually, and their spiritual consciousness swept around like a storm. Soon, Yang Junshan's hidden trace with the help of the double feather was discovered by everyone.

"Here it is, good fellow, almost let him escape!"

"Boy, look where you're going this time!"

"Oh, he's hiding again. Come on, stop him!"

At this time, Yang Junshan was pale. The double feather was refined with the help of his hard work. Although it saved his life, it still had some damage to Yang Junshan himself.

Almost at the moment when the people found Yang Junshan, he had once again performed the spirit of hiding from the earth and tried to escape. Before he dived into the ground, he suddenly looked back and happened to meet the eyes of the Xuangang monk who had almost killed him. It was just the so-called enemy's road is narrow. This person is not someone else, It is the Xuangang monk who pursued and killed Yang Junshan for a long time because of pith coins on the polar ice sheet. Yang Junshan has just heard what others call him, Fengxue sword Zong Liang Leng!

When Liang Leng was seen by Yang Junshan's eyes before he left, he felt a little cold at the bottom of his heart. When he first saw Yang Junshan, Liang Leng was also surprised. Even when he realized that Yang Junshan was gathering Gang cultivation, Liang Leng was still a little surprised. This is why he tried his best to kill Yang Junshan when he besieged Yang Junshan.

However, Yang Junshan finally escaped. The look in his eyes when he left made Liang Leng believe without doubt that if he let this person go this time, it would certainly become a big trouble for himself in the future.

However, at this time, he had no time to stop it. He could only hope that the witch friar of the Houtu tribe could stop it again.

However, this time, the witch friar who had never appeared in the depths of the forest did not stop him.

However, if the witch friar doesn't do it, it doesn't mean that other friars have no means to crack Yang Junshan's hiding spirit.

A monk of the human race in Tiangang territory, who had never been seen before, suddenly made a move at this time. The magic weapon he offered was a top-grade spiritual weapon like a wooden spade. He shoveled the ground where Yang Junshan disappeared into the ground, and the ground 100 feet deep suddenly surged. If Yang Junshan was still in the soil, it would be turned out by this spade.

The cultivation world has the magic power of mountain moving, and the monk who controls the spade exerts the spirit level magic power extended by mountain moving, which can instantly turn the ground tens or even hundreds of feet around. In such a short time, even if Yang Junshan exerts the spirit of hiding from the earth, he can't run so fast.

But things are often unexpected. Friar Tiangang turned the ground ten feet deep within a hundred feet with a necessary magic power, but there is no trace of Yang Junshan. Can he really escape from the ground between lightning, stone and fire?

More than ten monks in the real world who ambushed here could not help but be happy with a real person in the gang world. Many people were naturally dissatisfied. They had nowhere to vent their resentment, so they complained about other monks participating in the war.

"Liang Leng, if you weren't in a hurry to kill, you wouldn't have been deceived by the secret art of substituting for death. The secret art of substituting for death is also limited. If you were hit by the joint efforts of our supernatural powers at that time, I'm afraid he wouldn't even have the opportunity to use the double art."

"Fart, if the man and demon in front didn't suddenly get out of the way, I would be in a hurry to kill him?"

"Why do you want us to resist the opposite impact? That's a magic power. Why don't you try someone else? Don't stand and talk without backache."

"Well, shut up!"

The last monk in Tiangang territory burst into a drink, which made the woods suddenly quiet. Then he heard him think about the depths of the woods and asked, "Wu, monk of the witch family, why didn't you stop him because you had the ability to break his spirit of hiding from the earth?"

A moment later, a slightly hoarse voice sounded in the depths of the forest: "this man has the blessing and curse of our Witch friar, and there is more than one kind. Previously, the witch was anxious, but he didn't care. Since he has been found, there is no reason to do it again."

The friar of Tiangang territory smiled coldly and said, "what a blessing mantra. It seems that there are people in the cultivation world who have colluded with people outside the territory!"