Obviously, this Jindan monk mistakenly thought Zhang Yang for his fellow disciples in the Soul-Devouring Hall.

"Sir, could it be Dou Tianwei and the others?"

"I think it must be them. When the Sixth Elder distributed this territory to us, Dou Tianwei was the most dissatisfied. He felt that we had the largest number of souls, so he secretly took action to snatch us."

"That's right! Lord Deacon, please give an order, let's kill you now and cause trouble for Dou Tianwei."

The two foundation-building monks also looked extremely angry.

"Hmph! The blockbuster of souls in our territory has disappeared recently, so it will definitely be inseparable from Dou Tianwei. Let's go!"

The deacon snorted coldly, and made up his mind to leave, but he heard a voice coming from the side.

"You misunderstood Dou Tianwei, it's all done by the deity."

As he spoke, a figure slowly emerged, more than a foot tall, burly like an iron tower, with a green appearance all over his body, and a murderous aura in his ferocious face.

Hairy!

It turned out to be a slack hair!

The deacon also reacted quickly. Seeing that the situation was not good, he used a long banner in his hand, and in the gust of cold wind, thousands of souls rushed out; he paused his feet, his body retreated, and he was about to escape.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"I want to see if your banner is powerful or your banner is powerful."

As he said that, the Ten Thousand Demon Banners in his hand were also gusts of cold wind, but his aura was so strong that it was many times stronger than the deacon in the Golden Pill Stage.

call--

Ao--

The ghost cried and the wolf roared, and two gray-black fog rolled together. The Ten Thousand Demon Banners sacrificed by Zhang Yang immediately had an absolute advantage and instantly swept away the other party's fog.

After accumulating over the years, the number of living souls that had already reached millions was swallowed up in the blink of an eye.

The souls of the three monks were even more surging, and they were about to pull out the souls of the three monks.

Zhang Yang's spiritual sense moved, and the souls immediately turned to both sides and let the deacon go.

ah--

Amid the screams, the living souls of two other monks had been pulled out and were swallowed by the living souls who were like wolves and tigers.

The deacon's face was full of horror.

I saw a big palm grabbing him, and with his Jindan stage cultivation level, he didn't even have any room for resistance.

Immediately afterwards, the spiritual consciousness stinged, and then I knew nothing.

Zhang Yang stroked his hand on the forehead of the deacon, and took advantage of the excitement of his mind that his spiritual sense invaded and directly conducted a soul search. He succeeded in one fell swoop.

Soul search is an extremely dangerous thing. Unless the degree of power of the spiritual consciousness varies greatly between the two, it cannot be successful.

Moreover, even if the degree of power of the spiritual consciousness between the two is extremely different, if the other party has strong willpower, the search may fail.

Of course, with Zhang Yang's current strength, he would not be backfired by a Jindan monk using his soul search.

After searching, the man with his eyes scattered and his face was full of a confused expression, and he had turned into an idiot.

This is a very normal reaction after searching. Zhang Yang didn't take it seriously, but just took a big mouth and used the devouring technique.

The three corpses immediately swelled.

Puff puff puff!

Three blood gushed out and shot directly into Zhang Yang's mouth.

In the blink of an eye, three corpses turned into three mummies.

"It's true that it's the same as I guess. The Soul-Devouring Hall actually plans to operate this ghost cave as their retreat."

"The beast tide is raging, and even an old sect like the Soul-Devouring Hall can only withdraw in disgrace. It seems that this is really a great disaster for the human race!"

Zhang Yang sighed.

From the search just now, he also knew that among all the soul abyss they discovered, each of the soul abysses had at least one Nascent Soul Stage elder in the Nascent Soul Stage.

The person responsible for the charge of this Soul Abyss was their Sixth Elder, a monk in the late stage of Nascent Soul. The Sixth Elder also gathered a lot of people, and he also separated the Soul Abyss.

Obviously, there will be disputes when there is a separation of interests. There are disputes among the disciples of the Soul-Devouring Hall.

After Zhang Yang knew this, he was not excited. He did not think about using these disputes to do anything. After all, no matter how conflicts the members of the Soul-Devouring Hall were, as long as Zhang Yang appeared, they would immediately join hands and go to the outside world first.

Moreover, Zhang Yang was not in the mood or time to have these disputes. For him, he prefers to use his strength to solve problems.

"It's better not to provoke me, otherwise, I don't mind giving you some lessons while collecting my soul."

If it was at the narrow valley entrance, Zhang Yang would be afraid of being besieged and would be a little worried. However, in this spacious ghost cave, the range is so large that it is not much worse than a 100,000 mountain. Whether it is flying or teleportation, it is extremely refreshing, and it feels like a bird can fly high.

Swish!

Zhang Yang's figure flashed and flew away.

...

Just half an hour after he left, several figures came quickly from far to near.

Looking at the three mummies on the ground, feeling the breath around him, the fat old man showed a thoughtful expression on his face.

Then, the fat old man pinched the magic tricks in his hand and waved his palms in front of him.

The surroundings immediately waved with mist, and a picture appeared faintly. It was from the appearance of three monks that the entire picture was played back.

However, when the picture was interpreted to Zhang Yang's appearance, it began to become blurred. Especially Zhang Yang's figure was even more hazy, like a cloud of fog.

The old man's face turned red, his eyes were filled with unwillingness. He squeezed the magic tricks in his hand and beat them one by one.

As Zhang Yang's figure gradually began to become slightly clearer.

At this moment, the old man's face suddenly changed.

puff!

A mouthful of essence and blood was spurted out, and the momentum was abolished.

"Elder!"

"Sir, Elder!"

Several people around immediately surrounded him.

call--

The fat old man, known as the elder, breathed a sigh of relief.

"The enemy's magic power is too high and far beyond the old age, so the deduction just now was backfired. But one thing is certain, this person is not the person in my Soul Devouring Hall. Hurry! Go and report to the Lord of the Palace. Outsiders have already mingled in the ghost cave, so be careful in the next act."

...

"snort!"

Zhang Yang snorted coldly, with a contemptuous smile on his lips.

"A mere Nascent Soul monk actually wants to deduce the appearance of his deity. This time I will give you a small lesson. Next time I meet him, I will definitely take your life."

...

On the towering mountain peaks, stone caves intersect in series.

A gust of cold wind blew out from the cave.

The green flames wandered back and forth, and the wind was miserable.

In the middle of the mountain, a cave is particularly huge.

In the middle of the cave, a figure appeared and could not see his appearance clearly even when he was face to face.

At his feet, an obese old man crawled and shivered.

Looking at this fat old man, it was the "elder" who had just deduced Zhang Yang's whereabouts.

"An outsider with higher cultivation than you?" The buzzing voice was filled with majesty.

"Yes, Your Highness. Even an ordinary half-step god-transforming monk would not be able to cause his subordinates to be backfire and injured at such a long distance. The subordinate boldly speculates that the man's strength will not be weaker than a half-step god-transforming monk, or even a god-transforming monk. And..."

The fat monk hesitated for a moment, looking a little worried, and did not speak.

"Say!" The majestic voice was just a word, and the fat monk immediately shivered.

"Yes! Because my subordinates are not sure about this matter, I dare not make a mistake. My subordinates felt a trace of aura that does not belong to humans on the spot. The yin energy is extremely strong, and the enemy is either a corpse cultivator or a zombie ancestor."

"Oh? Zombie Ancestor? Are they going to come to this ghost cave to join in the fun? Humph! Those Zombie Ancestors are not in the eyes of the original deity, I'm afraid..."

As he said that, the voice became weaker and weaker.

Seeing the figure in front of him waving his hand, the fat old man immediately crawled out. Three green flames circling back and forth under his body.

The fat old man knew that although these green flames were inconspicuous, each ball had the strength not less than the half-step god-transforming monk.

call!

It was not until he left the cave that the fat old man breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his back. He had already felt soaked in sweat.
To be continued...