Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

Zhao Yang's long sword turned into a phoenix, and the blade instantly hit the Frost Dragon's forehead.

"Om-"

This sword shocked the hundred-foot-long Frost Dragon, and then dissipated into the void.

Just as the giant dragon on this side dissipated, the other Frost Dragon was completely entangled by countless golden threads, no matter how much it twisted, it would be of no avail.

"hold head high--"

The golden thread was tangled tightly with the naked eye, and the Frost Dragon kept roaring, but couldn't break free.

"Oh!"

The Frost Dragon was strangled to pieces by the golden thread.

After the golden thread strangled the giant dragon, it was gently entwined and spun to restore it to the shape of a golden lotus flower.

The two Frost Dragons issued by the monks in the realm of the four phases of the Nascent Soul were killed in a few breaths in front of the two monks who could not see the realm, but were definitely not at the level of the Nascent Soul.

Such a picture surpasses the cognition of the surrounding practitioners.

For a moment, there was a sound of inhalation at the foot of Daheshan.

"In the past two years, you have grown a lot..." Mu Canghe looked at Zhao Yang, and then glanced at the golden lotus in Wu'an, and said with a sigh.

"court death!"

The Jinguan Lingyao clansman let out a roar, and a light green cloak rose up behind him, turned into a wind blade, and swept towards Zhao Yang in an instant.

The cloak was as fast as lightning, and it came to Zhao Yang in the blink of an eye.

This is a magic weapon, a powerful magic weapon.

Zhao Yang's figure flickered, and with a few flickers, the cloak was like a tarsus maggot, and he couldn't escape it no matter what.

"warehouse--"

At this moment, Zhao Yang paused, and a gray sword shadow cut out from his side, hitting the cloak hard.

The cloak let out a mournful cry, then dissipated with a "bang", and then appeared in midair, fluttering as if wanting to return to its master.

But the green cloak turned gray visible to the naked eye, and then slowly turned into nothingness.

This is the frightening thing about the power of black magnetism, it is simply the nemesis of all magic weapons.

"You, you dare to destroy my magic weapon!" The Jinguan Yaoling clansman twisted his face, roared wildly, waved his palm, a white extremely cold breath filled the air, and the entire river was instantly frozen.

Before the countless practitioners who watched the excitement could react, their bodies had already been frozen.

"Ming Wang Zhenshi—"

Wu An on the side put his palms together, and the golden Buddha light radiated from his palms.

After being refracted by the ice lotus, the Buddha's light turned into thousands of brilliance, which enveloped those frozen people on the big river, and then pushed them out.

"Thank you Buddha!"

"Master Wu'an is so merciful!"

……

Zhao Yang curled his lips, it's just that this guy is good-looking, and his kung fu moves are so dazzling, it's really unreasonable.

Seeing the icy aura rushing in, a gray aura emerged around Zhao Yang's body, no matter how much the extremely cold aura eroded, it would not be able to threaten him at all.

"warehouse--"

Without waiting for the Jinguan Yaoling clansman to make another move, Zhao Yang stretched out his hand and swung the two long swords in a half-arc, cutting down.

What's amazing is that these two long swords take different routes, have different moves in the void, but land on the same spot, both on the chest of the Golden Crown Demon Spirit Clan member.

The Jinguan Yaoling tribe reached out and fixed the two long swords.

Then his expression changed, and with a flick of his fingertips, the long sword flew away.

Just such a contact, his fingertips have been soaked in a gray dot by the power of black magnetism.

The power of profound magnetism is really pervasive.

It has been nearly 10 years in the Northern Territory that there have been no powerful practitioners who have mastered the power of black magnetism, so that even a Nascent Soul Daoist will suffer a small loss.

The little dot on the fingertips made the Jinguan Yaoling clansman furious, his body moved behind him, and just about to step forward, his whole body was shocked, and his body stopped abruptly.

After being silent for a while, he gritted his teeth, glanced at Wu An, then stared at Zhao Yang and Mu Canghe fiercely, then waved his hand and slowly backed away.

Those demon spirit clansmen followed and disappeared until they disappeared on the endless ice ocean.

Although he didn't understand why these demon spirit tribe members left, but Zhao Yang knew that relying on his own combat power alone, he was by no means an opponent of a Nascent Soul Four-Phase Daoist.

In other words, the reason why the spirit monster clansmen retreated was not on him.

Zhao Yang turned his head and looked at Wu An who was holding on to the flowers without saying a word.

The spirit demon clan is unwilling to confront Buddhism.

Wu An raised his head and looked at Zhao Yang.

The two slowly turned their heads and looked at Mu Canghe beside him.

Almost instantly, the three of them moved and rushed together.

The golden lotus in Wu An's hands turned into thousands of golden threads, entangled Zhao Yang's swords, and then there were countless golden threads piercing Zhao Yang's body, piercing his body into a transparent one.

Mu Canghe turned into a blood-colored long sword, and he slashed down with one sword, splitting Wu'an in half.

In the void, Mu Canghe waited and watched with his sword, only to see around his body, except for two sliced ​​lotus petals, there were only countless shattered gray ice crystals left.

Neither Zhao Yang nor Wu An were in front of him.

"boom--"

In the void, like a thunderclap, thousands of bowl-sized golden lotuses pressed towards a certain place like a tidal wave.

Standing in mid-air, Zhao Yang looked at the golden lotus pressing towards him without moving, as if he was insane.

"Benefactor, if you give me the words, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and you will be right when you turn back, and follow me to Dalun Mingwang Temple to be a Buddhist guardian." Wu An clasped his hands together, and said lightly to Zhao Yang, who was suppressed by the endless golden lotus.

Letting those golden lotuses hover above his head, Zhao Yang's sluggish eyes flickered, looked at Wu Ya and shook his head and said, "The world is like a sea of ​​bitterness, and it's hard to get out of the ups and downs. Buddhism is not a pure and holy place, which can make me carefree. "

"Who says Buddhism is not a pure place?" Wu An said loudly: "The world is like hell. When King Ming reigns and the light of Buddhism shines on the earth, you will understand that Buddhism is the only pure place in this world."

Zhao Yang shook his head, then lowered his head and muttered.

One after another roar came from nowhere, so that Wu An couldn't hear Zhao Yang's words clearly.

Just as Wu An frowned, Zhao Yang raised his head, looked at him, paused each word, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "The world is like hell, hell is not empty, and I swear that I will not become a Buddha."

"boom--"

Just behind him, the water of the rushing river suddenly rose, and the water was clear and blue, and surging.The hundreds of feet high waves washed away Zhao Yang's body.

Those golden lotuses that suppressed him swirled in the waves, wandering without support.

When the waves dissipated, the big river gradually became calm, and the figures of Zhao Yang and Mu Canghe had disappeared on the river.

Let those golden lotuses be washed away by the river, Wu An stepped on the river with both feet, and walked upstream step by step.

At his feet, golden lotuses bloomed and withered.

A long sword followed behind him.

The Battle of Dahekou came and went quickly.

Wu'an, the disciple of Buddhism, Zhao Yang, the peerless sword of Frost Snow Sword Academy, and Mu Canghe, the sword bearer of Daxue Mountain, the names of these three people spread along with this battle.

In a void three thousand miles away from the mouth of the river, Zhao Yang and Mu Canghe were sitting opposite each other on a flying boat.

"You mean, the Spirit Monster Clan reached an agreement with the Monster Clan to attack the Great Snow Mountain?" Zhao Yang looked solemn, his eyes fixed on Mu Canghe.

This is completely different from what he thought before.

How come there are demon clans involved in the Northern Territory.

"If not, why are they so eager to kill me?"

Mu Canghe shook his head and said in a low voice: "The Great Elder sent me the news at the cost of his life. Tens of thousands of people in my Cangyun Sword Academy are delaying me for time, just to allow me to pass the news back to Daxueshan." Reached?"

"It has arrived."

"Then, why didn't Daxueshan take action, and no one came to rescue?" Zhao Yang asked puzzled.

"The Snow Mountain Sword Master has transformed into the Dao."

Mu Canghe's words stunned Zhao Yang.