Zhao Yang thought they would have internal conflicts...

Um.

Thunder Dragon’s idea is not reliable.

These great monks of the soul may mock each other, but if they start to fight at this time, they will be simply a halo of wisdom reduction.

Originally, Zhao Yang's soul splitting did not have much expectation.

At present, there will naturally be no great loss.

Since it hasn't worked, then just roll up your sleeves and do it.

Holding the evil intention in his hand, feeling the numbness and pleasure from the sword, Zhao Yang stared at the many monks below with a smile:

"Since you don't plan to argue, I'll take action and just take my sword."

As soon as the words fell, the thunder surged above the evil intentions.

"Thunder Prison!"

Rumble!!!

With the wave of the long sword, a huge amount of thunder fell like raindrops!

Thunder more than ten meters thick.

With unrivaled natural power,

Covering the entire battlefield below...

In the thunder, the monks' eyes were dumbfounded.

Looking at someone who came to the world like Thunder God on his head, and the countless thunder around him, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

What the hell?

Can you still play like this?

Who was designed to confuse?

Who is the bloody hand?

You are not the Daqin priest, but the reincarnation of the Thunder God in Kunlun, right?

Otherwise, this Thunder God could listen to you like this?

As soon as the thunder prison came out, all the monks on the field understood that the thunder just now were not a misunderstanding at all, and it was clearly a trick caused by the person in front of him!

But then what can I do?

These people wanted to kill Zhao Yang!

Isn’t it normal for Zhao Yang to fight back now?

No matter how much I say, it's just a trick...

Thinking of this, a group of great cultivators of the soul quickly protected their disciples and transformed into light and stayed away from the battlefield.

A thunder prison can't kill them.

However, the disciples under their command cannot be just broken into this thunder prison.

On the battlefield, there are ever-changing changes.

A group of great cultivators who had just broken through the formation were now fleeing out like a stray dog.

Of course, this is not to say that Zhao Yang's soul splitting could drive away these great monks so easily.

The departed monk did not go far, but left the thunder prison and watched coldly with his disciples.

In the Thunder Prison, there are always iron-headed kids in dozens of great monks.

Although they are leaving in a mess, there will still be someone resisting in the Thunder Prison!

really.

Just as the thunder gradually weakened, a blue-black beam of light rose up, pressing against the thunder on his head, and hitting Zhao Yang's soul-dividing step by step!

Meanwhile, a hoarse voice began to echo in the air.

“Hahaha, that’s how happy!

I just said that the idea of ​​the righteous group of scraps is not good, hahaha, now I still have to do it with real swords and guns?"

Under the blue and black light, a monk in armor laughed wildly.

And this large group of blue and black light columns came from a cylindrical magic weapon in his hand.

"Come on, Daqin sacrifice wine, let me learn about your wonderful methods!"

"Rare!"

The demon cultivators below were still talking nonsense, but Zhao Yang had no interest in listening to the soul splitting.

The entanglement of ill-fated heart was in his hands, and another white thunder slashed hard on the blue and black light column in the sky.

Boom!

A thunder thunder directly knocked down three feet!

after....

"Is this over?"

A sarcasm flashed in the eyes of the monks of the Demon Sect: "Is this the only way to sacrificial wine in the Great Qin Dynasty?"

"Um?"

Zhao Yang showed a sneer at the corner of his soul-stirring: "It's over? Do you know what coordinates are?"

Next second.

Above the sky.

The thunder of countless numbers was like the Yellow River flooding, breaking through the clouds and directly flooding the blue-black light column...

If that Demon Sect cultivator is weak, he has no clones and other means... I am afraid he will die under the thunder...

There is no complete corpse after death!

......

......

"Is it so fierce?"

"Just a Nascent Soul monk, how much magic power does he have to squander?"

“So many thunder….”

In the distance, the many monks who watched the scene of thunder submerging the great monks of the Demon Sect were beating.

They were shocked by the scene in front of them!

It is easy to attract thunder.

It can be said that as long as you just need a golden elixir or even a congenital monk, you can attract thunder as long as you set the coordinates.

Small means such as the Five Thunder Palm and the Palm Thunder are even more rampant!

But!

What they attracted was just a mere thunder...

Even the thunder-induced formation set up by the great cultivators of the soul just now was just a formation similar to the heavenly tribulation!

The ultimate goal is to break the sword formation.

Who can make a thunder waterfall like Zhao Yang?

This is no longer something that a normal monk can do.

Even the great monk of the soul who specializes in thunder magic has to kneel down and call Baba in the face of this miraculous scene in front of him!

This is a cheat!!!

The thunder is extinguished.

On the earth, the hill was gone.

On the spot, there was only a huge pit of 100 meters deep, full of crystal-coated objects!

It was all kinds of ores melted by the power of thunder...

As for those monks who were originally within the thunder range?

Or, the person who just ran out and broke up with Zhao Yang head-on?

Now it has become part of the crystalline object...

It slowly fell from mid-air.

Zhao Yang looked at the evil intentions in his hand, and a look of unknown breeding appeared in his eyes.
To be continued...