Such a zombie is destined to be his enemy.

Therefore, Weng Qingyu had only one choice, which was to kill the zombie as soon as possible. Otherwise, letting the other party continue to grow, he would probably surpass himself in strength soon. At that time, it would be his own disaster.

Weng Qingyu had no doubt that this zombie would definitely have the chance to grow into the legendary drought. Of course, he did not think that this opportunity was great, because too many geniuses and stunning people were smooth sailing on the road of cultivation and successfully advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, but they could no longer make progress. Even the existence of a half-step transformation of gods is extremely rare, let alone a god-transforming cultivator.

And the god-transforming monk is just equivalent to a flying zombie; if this zombie wants to have no foothold in the world of cultivation, it must advance to the drought bar above the flying zombie.

This opportunity is very small.

However, no matter how small it is, it is a chance. Weng Qingyu cannot tolerate such threats.

What's more, Weng Qingyu believed that he had asked him to take care of the other party now, so he would never let him go no matter what.

"I know you are angry, but anger cannot save your life. Under my Immortal Clawing Circle, all your defenses are useless.

It was the substitute puppet who saved you just now, but one substitute puppet can only be carried by one. This time I want to see what else can save you!"

Weng Qingyu's eyes were cold and he squeezed the magic trick in his hand.

The immortal-killing circle on his head trembled, making a clear and jittery sound, drew an arc and headed towards Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang's green fluff suddenly rose, and a breath of death hit his face.

This immortal killing circle can definitely kill yourself! This is Zhang Yang’s first thought.

Since he merged the Eight-Way Seal and achieved an almost immortal existence, he has never encountered such a crisis.

I used to worry about being sealed, but now I am worried about being killed!

This is a real kill! I have just tried it. In front of this immortal killing circle, my defense is countless times stronger than steel, and I am even worse than tofu.

What's even more hateful is that Weng Qingyu didn't know what method he could make time slow down instantly.

Therefore, Zhang Yang did not dare to use teleportation rashly because the other party was able to delay a moment before he performed teleportation, and this moment was enough to kill himself.

Hide, you can't hide!

The circle of killing immortals is so sharp that it cannot be regarded as!

Zhang Yang faced a great crisis.

In the blue sky, a red stream of light dragged the long flame tail, and human Zhang Yang was flying away quickly.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang's flying movement stopped, his body was suspended in the air, and a solemn expression appeared on his face.

"Weng Qingyu! It's so damn!"

Under the investigation of the spiritual sense, he found a monster rushing on the ground and couldn't help but shake his head.

"This is not a safe landing site, but there is nothing to do now. The zombie is in danger. Although it can consume mana to reshape the body after falling, the two treasures, Fucang Sword and Wan Yao Banner, are probably lost. This is unbearable no matter what."

"If I had known this, I would have left one Hunyuan Ring or Solo Ring. Even if I could not subdue the Immortal Clashing Circle, I could at least deal with it."

Human Zhang Yang sighed and immediately a stream of light pierced into the mountains and forests.

Even the protective formation was too late to be arranged, so he waved his sleeves and released the psychic puppet Tie Kui.

"Tiekui, kill all threatening beings close to me!" Zhang Yang gave a death order.

"Yes, master!" Tie Kui agreed, holding an axe in his hands, and his burly body stood in front of Zhang Yang, as strong as an iron tower.

After giving the order, human Zhang Yang didn't care about anything, and immediately closed his eyes and was in a state of fake death.

In this way, all your energy will be blessed on the zombie Zhang Yang, and you will do your best to fight Weng Qingyu.

I and my clone share the same soul, and both sides act at the same time. It doesn’t matter in normal times, and even if they fight fiercely, the impact will not be great. However, if the impact is not great, it does not mean that there is no impact.

The battle between the strong is a slight difference, but it is a huge mistake. Zhang Yang does not want to leave any regrets, so he can only let human Zhang Yang stop his activities.

Swish!

A green light flashed in Zhang Yang's hand, and the Fucang sword was sacrificed.

The Fucang Sword is both an immortal weapon, which is also the only way Zhang Yang thought of to resist the immortal killing circle.

bite!

Zhang Yang held the sword in both hands and chopped down fiercely.

With a crisp sound, the Fucang sword slashed heavily on the immortal-killing circle, and the latter immediately ejected.

Weng Qingyu's eyes widened in an instant.

No matter what, he never expected that the attack launched by his commander's Immortal Slaying Circle would be blocked by the other party like this.

"Immortal weapon! What you are in your hand is actually an immortal weapon!"

Weng Qingyu shouted.

This is not a fault for his later realization. At the beginning, he hid in the dark. Although he saw Zhang Yang showing his might, he did not dare to use his spiritual sense to explore, and he didn't even dare to take a look at him, for fear of arousing Zhang Yang's alertness. Therefore, except for knowing that Zhang Yang knew how to teleport, he did not obtain too much information.

He knew that Zhang Yang knew how to teleport, and he still dared to attack because he had the means to deal with teleportation.

However, the other party actually had a fairy weapon in his hand, which was beyond his expectations.

"No! How could the power of the immortal weapon in your hand be so small?"

"I understand! Because you haven't recognized your master yet! Hahaha... I don't know where you got this immortal weapon, but if there are no god-transformed existences, you cannot recognize your master for the immortal weapon without the help of the original owner. Hahaha... If you have an immortal weapon, you cannot use your power! I have an immortal weapon and can use your power... God helps me! This is really God helps me! Hahaha... If you kill you, this immortal weapon will also belong to me!"

Weng Qingyu laughed loudly when he released the animals, obviously very proud.

Zhang Yang was not happy or surprised. He seized the opportunity and teleported to Weng Qingyu with his spiritual sense. The Fucang sword in his hand instantly swung out and slashed towards Weng Qingyu.

Seeing the blue light approaching Weng Qingyu, he was about to penetrate his body. At the critical moment, Zhang Yang felt a strange wave, and time seemed to slow down suddenly, and Zhang Yang's movements also slowed down.

Weng Qingyu smiled contemptuously, and his figure flashed and he easily avoided.

"This..., this is impossible!" Zhang Yang was no longer calm.

What's the situation?

Time has slowed down?

Is this possible?

But that feeling was so real. It was obviously a must-kill attack, but the opponent easily avoided it, and it also brought the opponent's contemptuous smile.

What's impossible?

Why can't there be a technique to slow down even teleportation? Or is it also a kind of talented magical power?

Zhang Yang instantly adjusted his mentality.

"Hahaha..., despair! Monster! You have no power to fight back in front of me. If you can recognize this immortal weapon, we may still have the possibility of a fight. But now,"...hehe! I am torture and kill you!"

Weng Qingyu smiled wildly.

"Hmph! Since that's the case, why haven't you taken action?" Zhang Yang snorted coldly.

He knew that Weng Qingyu said this on the one hand, but on the other hand, it was also to destroy his will. The attack that Weng Qingyu launched just now was avoided by him, which means that he did not have the power to fight. Although the chance of victory was very small, Weng Qingyu did not dare to take it lightly, so he said those words to attack him.

Of course, Zhang Yang will not be fooled. The more dangerous and difficult he is, the more he should treat it calmly.

Sure enough, Weng Qingyu looked shaky when he heard this.

"Okay! Since you are asking for death quickly, I will fulfill your wish!"

As he said that, he pinched the magic trick in his hand and pointed forward.

The immortal-killing circle rotated rapidly, drew, and slashed towards Zhang Yang.

No evasion!

Zhang Yang held the Fucang Sword tightly in both hands and swung hard towards the immortal killing circle.

As the Fucang Sword and the Immortal Clashing Circle were about to intersect.

But at the critical moment, there was another strange rhythmic fluctuation. Zhang Yang only felt that time slowed down again and the speed stuttered.

At this moment, it seemed as if the speed of things in the world suddenly slowed down, and the passage of time slowed down, except for the circle of killing immortals.

The Immortal Clawing Circle is still spinning rapidly and is still as fast as lightning.

Zhang Yang's pores suddenly arose, and his soul rose. His body twisted hard but could not dodge at all. Seeing the immortal-killing circle coming straight towards his chest, he would definitely cut himself from his chest to two.

With a roar, a thick black figure suddenly jumped out of Zhang Yang's waist and barely blocked his chest.

Xiao Hei!

The Spirit of Yinquan Xiaohei! He stood in front of Zhang Yang at a critical moment.

Bo!

The Immortal Killing Circle hit the black figure directly.

A shrill howl.

Xiao Hei is the spirit of Yinquan, but he cannot resist the attack of the Immortal Killing Circle.

Sizzling

The moment the Immortal Claw Circle was sank into Xiao Hei's body, it was like a sharp sword that was burning red suddenly penetrated into the sewage. Most of Xiao Hei's body was instantly burned away, and the light of the Immortal Claw Circle was also dim.

However, it was just dim and did not completely dissipate, and it was still slashing towards Zhang Yang.
To be continued...