"Oh, it seems that you can't be merciful when facing a mountain monster known for its ferocity, a mountain spirit monster known for its ferocity! However, being soft-hearted is power only by the strong. That is, I don't care about these guys at all. If I were still weak, I would have killed it in minutes without leaving any trouble."

Fu Yang thought casually in his heart, and was not in a hurry.

In fact, he himself wanted to see the scene when facing a large group of mandrills alone with his own strength!

After all, less than a year ago, a large group of supernatural people were chased by the mountain mandrels and fled. They were very frustrated. This time I wanted to come back to Yuhengzi's tomb ruins again, and I could also pretend to be a fool...

really.

After this strong mandrille sent a signal to call her friends, rustling sounds immediately sounded in the surrounding dense forests.

Fu Yang was soon surrounded. One by one, tall figures like ghosts emerged from the forest. They all had blood-red eyes, sharp claws and teeth, giving people a terrible shock and deterrence.

Even an ordinary Silu Zhenren is probably frightened when facing such a scene.

But Fu Yang was not afraid at all.

Facing the mandrills surrounding him in groups all over the mountains, he just twisted his neck easily and moved his wrists. He said to himself: "Since the cultivation of orthodox Taoism has been promoted to the Four-List Real Person, he has not yet tried to practice it. Weike had previously advised him to pay attention to the cultivation of ghost paths, and he should not fall behind the Maoshan School's magic. He just used these mandrills to practice his hands."

Roar roar roar!

The mandrille, whose claws were injured by Fu Yang, roared angrily, and there were many responses in the mandrille group. It was probably all of them who had a relatively high status.

Rumble, rumble.

Dozens or hundreds of terrible mandrills were besieging Fu Yang at the same time. They were fierce and more amazing than the power of hundreds of tigers at the same time. If it weren't for the super strong man, he would probably be scared to death on the spot when he saw such a scene.

However, Fu Yang was not in a hurry and directly stretched out his fingers and drew talismans in the air.

The speed of his fingertips slashing through the void was so fast that the naked eye could not see clearly. A talisman figure took shape in an instant.

Almost in a moment!

Fu Yang actually drew a phantom of the talisman in four directions, east, west, south, north, and each of which floated around his body, releasing a slight ray of spiritual power.

call!

He took a deep breath, then his body was filled with spiritual power of Taoism and suddenly shocked.

"As urgent as the law, the three purities give me power. The fog comes, the fog surges, and the fog becomes a gate!"

Fu Yang hasn't cast such a complete spell for a long time. As soon as he finished speaking, hula!

A large amount of white thick fog appeared out of thin air, and quickly gathered into four tall white mist doors in all directions!

Each block is as high as three meters high and about two meters wide. It stands on the clearings in the forest, which looks very magical.

This is the four-tale real-person Maoshan Taoist technique - the Gate of Mountain Mist!

Bang!

The door formed by four white mist suddenly opened, making the heavy sound of the real big iron door when it opened. Then, a huge suction force emerged from the white mist door.

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A hurricane that is almost visible to the naked eye is formed, spiraling toward the inside.

Those marls rushing towards Fu Yang desperately, how could they find such a slutty operation?

All were confused.

But it's too late.

The Gate of Mountain Mist sucked at least half of the mandrills in. Then the gate of fog closed again with a loud bang. After about a second or two, it suddenly opened again.

The violent suction force suddenly turned into a strong repulsive force. It threw out all the mandrills that had just been sucked in, with a huge force. It was like putting the mandrills into the cannon's barrel and then igniting the fire and bombarding it.

The miserable mandrills flew out like shells. If you look closely, you will find that their size was almost reduced by a circle than before. The majestic muscles also shriveled at this time. I don’t know what kind of magic attacks they experienced in this "Gate of Mountain Mist"...

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

The mandrills that were ejected from the door just hit the mandrills that rushed over from behind. They knocked the rest to the ground and rolled into a ball, and at the same time made waves of wailing sounds.

"I'm awesome or I'm awesome! With one Taoist technique, at least half of the mountain mandrills here lose their combat power in a short period of time. How can an ordinary Silu Zhenren be able to do it in the early stage?"

Fu Yang was complacent.

That's true!

Although his Maoshan Technique has just been promoted to the level of the Four-List True Man, his true Taoist Technique is at least comparable to the mid-stage to late stage of the Four-List True Man.

Of course, if you consider the power of the ghost path and the state of the magic ghost armor, you can even work directly with the Wulu Zhenren!

In fact, this move "The Gate of Mountain Mist" was originally an advanced Taoist technique that could only be practiced in the middle of the Four Talisman Real People. Fu Yang's ability to use it shows his high talent.

It’s a pity that although this pussy is pretty good, no one looks at it in the wilderness...

Although the mandrill is fierce and brutal, he is a king in groups in the mountains. However, it is not a pure fool.

When he saw that Fu Yang's power was so fierce, how could he dare to rush forward again?

One by one, they made a terrifying sound from their mouths, and soon they disintegrated and fled back to the depths of the dense forest and disappeared. Some of the remaining injured were lying in the clearings in the forest waiting to die.

Fu Yang lost interest in killing them. He originally wanted to get a roast to eat - this pure wild game is absolutely delicious! But when he thought that the mandrill was walking upright and looked like a humanoid, he would definitely feel uncomfortable when he tasted it. He could only give up.

So I continued walking forward with a whistle, feeling happy.

"If I had this strength at the beginning, would it be so troublesome? Well, go to the main tomb chamber in Yuhengzi's tomb. Last time the tomb collapsed, I was still very weak and did not have the ability to store a large number of rare treasures. I only took less than one-fifth of the funeral belongings and left, and most of them were picked up by Mr. Xiong's fat cat. I tried to take them away this time."

It turns out that this guy is not only thinking about Mr. Xiong and the little turtle, but also visiting them. By the way, there is also this purpose!

but……

Anyway, Yu Hengzi is an old senior of his sect, and he is the only Taoist descendant of Shushan Ghost Sect in this era. Is it okay to accept the legacy of the seniors of the sect?

Fu Yang's idea is indeed very reasonable.

If Yu Hengzi knows, he will definitely hope that he can accept more of his own legacy. He will have the opportunity to revive the Shushan Ghost Sect in the future! Although this goal seems to be a long way to go now. Second update)

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Chapter completed!