Soul travels through the world of immortality

Even if he had the ability to reach the sky in the past, there was nothing he could do about the huge explosive force caused by the smoke, not to mention the tracking of the soul. He saw that the smoke passed through the exploded water vapor and followed the monster as it moved left and right several times, and finally hit it. On his transformed figure.

The huge explosion turned part of his body into powder. The monster staggered and escaped underwater, but Li Mingyang had no intention of letting it go. The second smoke followed the monster into the water and immediately followed it. The force splashed huge water splashes, and the waves formed on the water surface took a long time to calm down.

This time, the underwater monster seemed to have disappeared. Even though Li Mingyang searched with his soul several times, there was no reply.

After Li Mingyang had the terrible experience of entering the water last time, he no longer dared to go into the water to explore easily, so he simply continued to spit smoke into the water with all his consciousness.

After several blasts to no avail, the opponent was finally angered and could no longer bear it, and the humanoid monster emerged from the water.

At this time, the monster beast was blown up by the smoke of the Netherworld Art, leaving only half of its upper body and limbs, and its clothes were torn and bloody.

A powerful force burst out from the monster's body, nourishing his severed limbs. In the flash of blue light, the monster's body gradually grew new limbs visible to the naked eye.

After a moment, the monster stared at its newly grown severed limb, and then looked at Li Mingyang with a sinister look.

"I didn't expect that you are still alive, and your true body is still human. Junior, please give me your name. Mr. Yan, I will not kill nameless people."

The monster beast on the opposite side is actually made of underground rocks, and its cultivation has reached the late stage of soul transformation.

Li Mingyang's spiritual consciousness had already checked him out, and he snorted disdainfully at his higher cultivation than his own, and replied coldly.

"If one of us wants to die first, it must be you. My name is your grandfather's, and you are going to defeat my sword."

Hearing this, the monster immediately became furious.

"Junior, we originally hurt each other, and I wanted to discuss it with you. But if you are so disrespectful, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Li Mingyang felt vaguely in his heart that the monster was trying to give in, but he instinctively felt that it might be his trap, so Youyou said.

"What do we have to discuss? Do you think you can't beat me and want to beg for mercy?"

"Hmph! Don't push yourself too far. I just saw that you can actually make my unique skills fade away. You must have some connection with me, so I wanted to find out your inheritance. You think I am really afraid of you."

The monster didn't know that the technique was learned from a fragment of Xingqing's book. It thought that Li Mingyang was somehow related to his master, and was afraid that his family would kill each other.

Li Mingyang knew his situation and had a chance of winning if he confronted the monster in front of him, but it would be great if there was a local monster that he could use for himself. With this idea in mind, he said in a gentle tone.

"I have a lot of teachers under my belt. Who knows what you are thinking about? If you have anything, just tell me immediately. Don't delay in deciding the winner."

"Why did you become my Sunset Can? What is your connection with Hongshan?"

When Li Mingyang heard the monster in front of him mention Hongshan, he thought that he would not have anything to do with him...

Seeing that Li Mingyang was silent, the monster touched his chin and said.

"Do you really know that person from Hongshan?"

Just by looking at the nervous look on the monster's face, Li Mingyang concluded that his technique came from Hongshan. However, Hongshan could have such a soul attack technique, except for the soul-splitting ancestor of the national master...