The strongest husband in the world

However, Wu Yong actually said that Yang Yu was a monk in the Mahayana period, and, looking at Tang Linger's performance, it didn't seem like it was fake.

"Dying yourself!"

Yang Yu's face was completely cold, and he didn't care about the Haoran Immortal Sect. He stepped out one step, and there was a chaotic energy emerging in a pair of eyes, and the mysterious light was extremely bright.

Yang Yu punched, and as his eyes opened and closed, a wave of the power of a human king swept through, just like the arrival of a human emperor, and the power of the extreme humane was terrifying to the extreme.

"boom!"

With a punch, the fist print was golden, and the bombardment came out, filling a void.

Moreover, at this moment, Yang Yu is a peak monk in the Mahayana period, and his cultivation is the ultimate in humanity.

Yang Yu's fist mark at the moment is Humanity - Human King Fist!

Humanity is the pinnacle, power is unparalleled!

Daoist Haoran wanted to make a move, but just after taking a step, he stopped and sighed heavily.

Yang Yu's killing intent is extremely strong!

Moreover, the power of this punch is equally terrifying, and the power of the extreme humane is unparalleled!

Last time, Yang Yu had no intention of killing Wu Yong, but this time it was obviously different.

"Oh!"

The fist print bombarded in the void, shrouding Wu Yong in it, and a terrifying coercion was suppressing his body, giving Wu Yong no chance to escape at all.

"Do not……"

A terrified roar sounded in the golden light of the fist print.

But it soon disappeared, and strands of bright red threads and brilliance appeared in the realization of everyone.

"..."

At this moment, everyone's face sank.

Because Wu Yong is dead!

Must die!

"Under 30 years old, Mahayana period?"

The old man of the Demon Sect looked very heavy, Yang Yu's realm and combat power shocked him, and his heart was shocked at this moment.

"Who is it? A disciple of the Immortal Buddha in the Heavenly Realm?"

The luxurious old man frowned, feeling extremely puzzled.

A peerless evildoer who suddenly appeared, really scared him.

After beheading Wu Yong, Yang Yu regained his composure, looked back at Taoist S Haoran, and said nothing.

Taking a step, Yang Yu walked to the golden portal on the cliff, ready to step into the Xianjia ruins.

"Little friend, stop!"

The Demon Sect old man frowned and looked at Yang Yu with a sullen face.

Yang Yu can't enter the Xianjia ruins, otherwise what's the point of their three major sects sending Nascent Soul disciples into it?

Chances must belong to Yang Yu.

When the Yuan Ying period faced the Mahayana period, Yang Yu could kill a large piece of it with one punch!

"Do you have any question?"

Yang Yu frowned and looked at the old man of the Demon Sect with a cold face.

"This little friend, you are in the Mahayana period, and you really shouldn't enter this immortal family ruins, otherwise, it will be unfair to us."

The Demon Sect old man opened his mouth and said with a frown.

"The younger generation under the age of 30 can enter it, why can't I?"

Yang Yu said coldly, he really didn't want to give up this immortal family ruins.

"You are a peak monk in the Mahayana period, and the people of our three major sects are only in the Nascent Soul period. If you enter the ruins of the immortal family, it will be unfair to our disciples..."

The Mozong old man frowned and said in a deep voice.

"But, I have to enter it, you, have any objections?"

Yang Yu spoke with a cold face, staring at the old man of the Demon Sect.

"Little friend, don't go too far, otherwise, don't blame the old man for being rude!"

The old man of the Demon Sect spoke in a deep voice, staring at Yang Yu coldly.

"Try." Yang Yu narrowed his eyes and looked at the old man of the Demon Sect with an indifferent expression.

"Just a junior, do you really think that you are invincible if you have a Mahayana cultivation base?"

The old man of Mozong snorted coldly. He has been in the world of cultivating immortals for hundreds of years, and he thinks that his combat power will not be weaker than that of a kid under 30 years old.

"boom!"

The old man of the Demon Sect flew out, directly pinched the palm print, condensed a terrifying mana, and was about to slap Yang Yu's head.

"Seeking your own way."

Yang Yu spoke indifferently, and then punched out directly, also hitting the head of the old man of the Demon Sect.

"Six Path God Eyes, Human King Fist!"

Yang Yu's fist mark is still golden and dazzling, and he has the power of the most humane.

"Hey, Xiang and this seat are fighting for their lives, you are a junior, you are simply courting death!"

The old man of the Demon Sect snorted coldly, and the palm print did not retreat, but instead became more severe, and slammed directly at Yang Yu.

At the same time, in his body, strands of pitch-black mana emerged, and a pitch-black shield protected his head.

"I want to see who is courting death!"

Yang Yu also snorted coldly, and the power of the fist seal did not diminish, becoming more and more fiery and powerful.