Chapter 684: Blood **** treasure

The fierce roar sounded through the valley, and the violent fist wind was like a black raging dragon. When it fell on the mountain wall, the whole valley was suddenly trembled, and the horrible vibrations continued.
"There is no such simpleness. This mountain wall is filled with a lot of divine power, with the power to guard it..."
Looking at the trembled mountain wall in front of him, Luo Yang’s face not only did not have the slightest joy, but the brow was slightly wrinkled.
This punch seems to be simple, but it contains all the repairs he has made at the moment. Even a monk with a peak of spirituality will be seriously injured in this boxing, not to mention a mountain wall.
Surprisingly, although this mountain wall is constantly shaking, but there is no sign of any damage, even a crack has not appeared, just like the fist just lost!
"On the basis of your ants, you also want to destroy the god's soul sacrifice? It is simply an idiot saying a dream!"
Seeing the mountain wall safe and sound, the red-haired young man's heart was relieved, and his face was also with a sardonic smile, and he said with sarcasm.
"Although I don't know what method you used to do the fellow practitioners, but without the power of the avatar, you are just an ant!"
The sardonic sound of the red-haired youth continued to reverberate in the valley. When it fell into Luoyang’s ear, Luo Yang’s brow was picked, and it was even a smile.
"In this case, Luo will let you take a good look today. How can my ants break your life and sacrifice?"
In the eyes of Luo Yang, the light flashed. When the laughter fell, the spiritual power in the body once again ran wildly. After the right hand swung from the waist, the two black iron swords were taken out from the Qiankun bag.
"The ants, you will make you swear by the gods!"
Looking at Luo Yang’s confident appearance, the red-haired youth’s heart that had just been put down was raised again. After the cold light flashed in the eyes, the foot stepped out and turned into a red light and went straight to Luoyang. go with.
But the red-haired youth had just moved, and Luo Yang’s Yuanlinghua was acting at the same time. Although he was not a real blood at the moment, the body of the protoss was activated by the blood, and it broke out. The power of stock horror!
"God punch!"
A low-sounding voice rang from the mouth of Luo Yang's Yuan Linghua. When the sound fell, a boxing style suddenly fell and turned to the red-haired youth.
"Damn!!"
Feeling the horror of the power of the fist, the red-haired youth's face changed, and he had to stop his body and turn around and fight with the Yuanling God. Almost at the same time as the two of them played against each other, Luo Yang’s hand was suddenly a sword!
Ling Xiao’s Jianguang straddles the heavens and the earth, even the red-haired youth who is entangled in the spirit of the Yuan, is turning his head to look at Luo Yang, and his eyes show a strong uneasiness.
boom!
The roar of the shaking of the heavens suddenly blew in the valley, and when the swordsman swept across all directions, a crisp cracking sound rang from the mountain wall.
Although the cracking sound was light, it clearly fell into the ears of Luo Yang and the red-haired youth, especially the red-haired youth, whose face was suddenly changed, and it was unprecedentedly shocked!
"This is impossible!!!"
The red-haired young man’s look was horrified, and he looked at Luo Yang’s gaze and revealed an incredible look. It seemed that he could not believe that the mountain wall that was condensed with divine power would be destroyed by Luoyang.
In fact, not only was the red-haired youth's look shocked, but even Luo Yang himself, his face was amazed.
"Isn't it still broken?" After looking at the mountain wall, Luo Yang's face flashed a trace of surprise.
At the moment, the mountain wall has been broken and covered with a spider web-like crack, but it still has not been completely broken. The seven vortexes in the mountain wall have not been destroyed.
"It seems that for thousands of years, this remnant has not used the soul to nourish oneself. Even this mountain wall is covered with the blood of the soul..."
After shaking his head slightly, Luo Yang’s look was indifferent, and when his right hand was lifted again, he looked slightly toward the mountain wall.
"broken!"
The sound of low drink sounded from Royan's mouth, echoing in this valley, the crack on the mountain wall suddenly expanded, and in a blink of an eye, it was bursting!
"Do not!!!"
Looking at the mountain wall collapsed in front of his eyes, the red-haired youth's look showed unprecedented madness, and the mouth was even more screaming.
But for the reaction of the red-haired man, Luo Yang did not pay attention to it. Instead, he looked closely at the mountain wall that was breaking down.
I saw that the mountain wall collapsed at the same time, the seven vortexes in the mountain wall were also bombarded, and the souls of the road disappeared in an instant, completely falling from this world.
Among these souls, there is a very weak soul. The appearance of the soul is a boy in his teens. It is the Taoist boy named Luo Mao among the Luoyang people.
As soon as this little Mao's soul flew out, it was immediately approached by the blast of the aftermath. When the soul was flying, a gentle spiritual power was instantly incorporated into the soul, and the soul was saved from destruction.
"You are very similar to me, so I am willing to make this good relationship. If there is a reincarnation in this world, then you will be a mortal in your afterlife, and you will have to step into this comprehension."
Luo Yang’s gaze looked at the stunned soul in front of him. His face showed a complex look. After a sigh in his mouth, the long sleeves were a glimpse. This soul detached from the broken aftermath and dissipated. Between heaven and earth.
"I... I won't let you go!!"
The fierce snoring sounded from the back of Luo Yang, almost when Luo Yang rescued the boy’s soul, the punch of the Yuanling suddenly fell and fell on the red-haired youth. The body of the red-haired youth immediately flew out and the figure was dimmed.
"You are just a mutilation. There is no soul sacrifice. You have no threat to me at all." After suppressing the emotions in his heart, Luo Yang turned to look at the red-haired youth and said faintly.
"Cough... Do you think that you can kill me with this ants? Even if there is no formation, this is not dead!!"
The red-haired young man coughed up a blood, looked at Luo Yang with a sly look, and said coldly.
"With my current cultivation, I can't completely erase you, but it will be more than enough for you to seal it for thousands of years."
Luo Yang’s look was indifferent and whispered, and the of the Yuanling spirit suddenly flew out and appeared in front of the red-haired youth.
"You can't seal me! I... I know the whereabouts of the blood treasure!!" After hearing the words of Luo Yang, the red-haired youth's face was completely scared, and shouted in his mouth.