Campus Beauty's Peerless Master

The head of the Old Dragon Mountain, Palace Mistress Ning Xuan, suddenly died.    

    

The three Peak of Domain Level experts' heads were smashed into pieces while they were still in the air. Blood Light s appeared, and red blood and white brain matter splattered everywhere. The scene was bloody and cruel to the extreme.    

    

The surrounding people watched in a daze, not even daring to breathe rapidly. A pungent smell of blood filled the air, and everyone's heart was beating crazily as they watched the demonic figure in the arena.    

    

The dozen or so people who were captured were all paralyzed with fear at Zhang Yang's feet. Their bodies were trembling and only endless fear enveloped them.    

    

Zhang Yang had clashed with the monks in the Floating Tower several times in the 49th World, so he was very clear on the style of these virtuous bald donkeys.    

    

Just like the Golden Buddha in the void before, although it was a type of energy, it was also an illusion. It was able to induce the thoughts of ordinary people, allowing them to stand at the peak of morality at all times.    

    

However, if they wanted to resist, it was easy, that was why he mercilessly killed Wang Yi Bei and the rest. They were not bewitched, and truly wanted to curry favor with these two bald donkeys from the bottom of their hearts.    

    

He did not pay attention to the dozen or so people below him, his cold eyes still sweeping through everyone around him. The Dark Light in his eyes surged crazily, filled with ruthlessness and cruelty.    

    

Suddenly stopping, his gaze locked onto two people not far behind Holy Monk Dazhi and Nebula Magic Master. They were Master Beimie and Zen Master Shaman.    

    

Seeing Zhang Yang's eyes that were like the pupils of a sun, Master Beimie and the Shaman simultaneously trembled and couldn't help but lean towards Holy Monk Dazhi.    

    

"I once said that if I ever saw you again, I would turn you into tombstones!"    

    

With that, Zhang Yang took a step forward.    

    

After hearing what was said, Master Beimie and the Shaman's bodies trembled, their eyelids twitched wildly, and their faces could not help but twitch.    

    

"Martial Uncle, he wants to kill me …"    

    

"Nebula Magic Master, save me, he …" "He's coming …"    

    

The two of them looked at Zhang Yang in fear. Their voices trembled as they asked Holy Monk Dazhi and Nebula Magic Master for help. Their expressions were filled with extreme fear.    

    

Holy Monk Dazhi naturally would not let Zhang Yang succeed so easily. Of course, he could not figure out Zhang Yang's strength and did not dare to act rashly. Previously, he had already asked for help from Hanging Temple, so what he needed to do now was to stall for time.    

    

"Zhang Yang!" Are you really going to go against my Hanging Temple? "    

    

Zhang Yang turned a deaf ear. When he took a second step, his body exploded and he completely disappeared.    

    

Where was he?    

    

The Mourning and Shaman's faces were filled with fear as they looked around. Although they were domain level and above, they had seen Chiba Kumotsu being violently beaten up without being able to fight back. Naturally, they did not think of themselves as Zhang Yang's match.    

    

Holy Monk Dazhi and Nebula Magic Master did not dare to be negligent and used their Spiritual Sense to check. What was unbelievable was that they could not detect any aura!    

    

Suddenly!    

    

The expressions of the two holy monks changed at the same time. They waved their robes and retreated like lightning. The moment they left, Zhang Yang's figure slowly condensed like a wisp of smoke. Then, crackling sounds of bones could be heard.    

    

As he looked towards the source of the sound, he saw Zhang Yang's arms were stretched out with one hand holding a person. It was Master Beimie and the Shaman. With a sudden swing, the two of them flew into the center of the stage like two kites with their strings cut.    

    

"How dare you!"    

    

"Stop being so arrogant!"    

    

Holy Monk Dazhi and Nebula Magic Master shouted at the same time. They had originally hoped to lead the crowd to group attack, but the golden buddhist magic was shattered and no one dared to do so.    

    

"Zen Extermination Seal!"    

    

Holy Monk Dazhi did not hesitate to launch his strongest attack. The golden light around his body surged and a faint shadow appeared behind his back. When Holy Monk Dazhiping threw out his palm attack, the shadow behind him also fell down.    

    

At the same time, a holy white light flashed around Nebula Magic Master. Dazzling specks of starlight appeared within the white light as a magic wheel appeared in his hand.    

    

The magic wheel looked simple and unadorned. However, when Nebula Magic Master started to drive it, it immediately began to emit a dazzling light. The runes on the surface of the magic wheel flashed even more crazily.    

    

Instantly, the surrounding space began to distort. No, it wasn't that space was warping, but rather the magic wheel was frantically spinning. Due to the fact that its speed was too fast, it seemed to be stationary.    

    

"Capture!"    

    

Nebula Magic Master shouted and the magic wheel in his hand suddenly attacked. Like a shooting star in the night sky, it rapidly rotated. The white light around it seemed to have merged into many layers of resplendent rings of light.    

    

The three groups of people attacked almost at the same time. When Zhang Yang threw the Mourning and Shaman into the air, a giant golden palm and a rapidly spinning magic wheel attacked at the same time.    

    

Zhang Yang did not dodge. In the blink of an eye, he retracted his killing intent and suddenly raised his palm. His five fingers were spread open and there was an illusory Dragon Head roaring ferociously in the center of his palm.    

    

This was the ultimate spirit of the holy dragon among Eight Heavenly Dragons. In fact, no matter if it was Holy Monk Dazhi's golden elemental energy or Nebula Magic Master's silver elemental energy, both belonged to the type of holy energy.    

    

Zhang Yang could not condense his Yuan Power in this space, nor could he do so. The Eight Heavenly Dragons's Eight Stage Peak Yuan Spirit's demand was too great, even if he absorbed all the elements in this space, he would not be able to condense much Yuan Spirit.    

    

Although the holy monks did not have much light elemental energy, it was still better than nothing. No matter how little the mosquitoes were, they were still flesh. He decided to absorb the elemental energy from both sides.    

    

Therefore, when the two attacks came, they completely enveloped Zhang Yang's figure. The space was constantly twisting, cracking, and shattering. Accompanied by a dazzling light, no one was able to see what was happening inside.    

    

"Evil creature!" Today, this humble monk will stand up for the heavens and take down the demons and exterminate the devils! "    

    

Holy Monk Dazhi's expression was very solemn, but he could not hide the pleased look in his eyes that disappeared very quickly. He was originally very afraid of Zhang Yang's strange Dark Light, but he never thought that it would be kept.    

    

From his point of view, even though the Dark Light was strange and strong, he could tell that there was a time limit. If that was the case, the other party would definitely die, his Zen Extinguishing Seal was an ultimate technique of the Hanging Temple, an ordinary three to five Transformer s would not be his match.    

    

What's more, Nebula Magic Master's powerful Magic Wheel did not even dodge. No matter how strange Zhang Yang was, he would be destroyed in body and spirit.    

    

"Evil creature, although you are extremely strange, in front of my future Buddha, everything is fleeting. Die!"    

    

"Future Buddha? "Hahahaha!"    

    

The wild and evil laughter resounded within the resplendent light. The sound shot straight up into the sky. However, it suddenly stopped, and the distorted space gradually calmed down. The violent wave of air disappeared without a trace.    

    

Inside the field, a strange white mercury swirled around Zhang Yang. In his hands, he was holding Nebula Magic Master's magic wheel, the only difference was that the magic wheel was dim and the Dark Light seemed to not have any power.    

    

"You … "You …"    

    

At the same time, Nebula Magic Master spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked at Zhang Yang's face that was filled with shock, but he could not say a single word.    

    

Holy Monk Dazhi's face turned pale. He felt the Golden Buddha Dharma behind him tremble slightly and it even showed signs of collapsing!    

    

This... How is this possible!?    

    

How could this be!    

    

Zhang Yang's cold face was filled with evilness, the white mercury around his body seemed to be boiling as he suddenly shouted, "I want to see if your future is unparalleled or not!"    

    

After saying that, he raised his arm. His arm was completely enveloped by the boiling mercury, and with his five fingers spread out, there was a faintly roaring Dragon Head in the center of his palm. Suddenly, he clenched his fist in the air!    

    

In an instant!    

    

The Golden Buddha Art behind Holy Monk Dazhi started to twist. The Dragon Head in his palm opened its mouth wide and sucked. With a 'chi' sound, the Golden Buddha Art that was glowing with a golden light was swallowed completely!    

    

Puff!    

    

Holy Monk Dazhi spat out a mouthful of blood as he was forced to retreat. His face was pale without a trace of blood. The golden light around his body bloomed once again as he tried to reform his Dharma Idol.    

    

"You …"    

    

"Whiz!"    

    

An afterimage flashed. Zhang Yang appeared in front of Holy Monk Dazhi out of thin air. He raised the dim magic wheel in his hand and slapped Holy Monk Dazhi.    

    

With a "pa" sound, Holy Monk Dazhi's left cheek swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.    

    

"What about your future Buddha? Where's your Floating Cloud! "    

    

Pow!    

    

Another wave of a magic wheel hit his right cheek, causing Holy Monk Dazhi's head to expand!    

    

Holy Monk Dazhi felt a burning pain on his face and could not stop his body from retreating. He looked shocked and angry as he roared, "I am the sacred monk from Hanging Temple, there are many of my disciples in the Federation …"    

    

Pow!    

    

Another blast on the back of his head.    

    

"So what if you're a holy monk with Hanging Temple?"    

    

Tat tat tat!    

    

Holy Monk Dazhi lost his center of gravity and the back of his head swelled up. His body could not help but lean forward.    

    

"We preside over the reincarnation of the Buddha!"    

    

Pow!    

    

Another magic wheel was drawn.    

    

"How about the Buddha's reincarnation?"    

    

Pah! Another round of magic wheel hit him.    

    

"We are the future Buddha decided by Upper Master Zhan Tai!"    

    

Zhang Yang walked over, raised the magic wheel in his hand and slapped it, "So what if it's Buddha in the future? "So what if it's Zhan Taixuan!"    

    

Holy Monk Dazhi's head became three big punches, completely lacking the majesty from before. He grinned, pointed at Zhang Yang and shouted, "You … Don't you dare go too far! "    

    

"So what if I'm going too far!"    

    

Zhang Yang raised his hand and smacked his magic wheel on his face. Immediately, streams of blood shot out.    

    

"You … "You demon …"    

    

"Sooner or later you're going to be punished. Upper Master Zhan Tai won't let you go!"    

    

"Whiz!"    

    

Zhang Yang strode forward and slapped him again, then suddenly shouted, "I was just worried that she wouldn't come. If she dares to come, I'll make her kneel and worship for three thousand years!"    

    

"You … "Ah!    

    

Holy Monk Dazhi raised his head and yelled, "You..." This demon, you … "I will die a horrible death …"    

    

"Laozi is the devil, Laozi is the devil, what do you think!"    

    

Zhang Yang slowly walked over with killing intent surging from his palm. He grabbed onto Holy Monk Dazhi's neck and flung him through the air.    

    

"You bunch of bald donkeys, wearing the clothes of a human, you did the work of an animal. Since that's the case, I'll grant your wish!"    

    

As he said that, he punched Holy Monk Dazhi's abdomen at lightning speed. With a "kacha" sound, Holy Monk Dazhi fell to the center of the arena. For the first time, his face showed an extremely terrified expression.    

    

Zhang Yang ignored him. He shook the magic wheel in his hand and glanced at Nebula Magic Master. The only difference was that Zhang Yang's gaze was slightly complicated.    

    

They looked at each other. Nebula Magic Master, who rarely spoke, suddenly did something that no one could believe.    

    

He suddenly raised his arm and struck the top of his head, causing the Blood Light to fly out.