The demigod surnamed Yu had no time to pay attention to Zhou Yang. He just tried his best to sacrifice each magic weapon into the air, struggling to resist the wave of powerful demigod-level thunder tribulations, and the color on his face had long since disappeared.
Zhou Yang swept with lightning for a long time, and his body was already bruised. Then he stopped and hurriedly offered up a high-level ancient treasure to resist the calamity.
Although the power of the Heavenly Tribulation is strong, after all, he has not broken through to a great realm, nor is he a demigod like Yu, so the advanced defense ancient treasure can withstand it.
However, Zhou Yang was just getting started with the Lianshan Ancient Technique, and when he was in high spirits, after the high-level ancient treasure blocked the first wave of heavenly calamity, he put it away and punched it out with both palms continuously, trying to use the Ancient Technique to move Summon the phantoms of the mountains to resist the catastrophe.
"Kala!" A bolt of lightning struck him directly, and Zhou Yang flew out.
Fortunately, his physical body was almost invulnerable to high-level magic weapons. His skin and flesh were only torn open by the split, but his muscles and bones were not injured.
"What's going on?" Zhou Yang was a little confused. He had just played the Ancient Mountain Lian Technique, but why didn't it have any effect now? Apart from his two-color dragon-shaped palm power, there was no hair on the phantom of the mountain!
"Kala!" Another bolt of heavenly calamity lightning struck down, frightening him and he hurriedly propped up the high-level ancient treasure to resist.
"What's going on?" Zhou Yang was a little crazy. He had successfully performed the ancient Lianshan technique before, and the strength and technique used this time were no different, but why didn't he have the same effect as before?
Zhou Yang was unwilling to give up and could not defeat the calamity, so he struck down along the bell mouth of the ancient treasure, over and over again, but it still had no effect at all.
"No, my last blow before was to use up all the mana and power, and then I successfully triggered the Ancient Lianshan Art. Could it be..." Thinking of this, Zhou Yang's heart moved.
However, this is just a guess. If the mana is exhausted and he still fails to perform the Ancient Mountains, then under such a terrifying disaster, wouldn't he be seeking death?
As if to verify his words, the second wave of lightning struck violently, causing the high-level ancient treasure to tremble.
There was no other way, Zhou Yang could only inject mana again, and then he stabilized the ancient treasure.
Hundreds of thousands of miles away, the man named Yu was already seriously injured and dying. He stood at the pinnacle of the demigod realm, but under the unpredictable power of God, his fate was already doomed.
But another demigod master was slowly approaching Zhou Yang.
He used secret techniques to hide his aura, and he was already less than five thousand miles away from Zhou Yang.
At this time, Zhou Yang was struggling to comprehend the Ancient Lianshan Technique while holding up high-level ancient treasures to resist the calamity, and did not even notice the danger coming. Even though his strength increased greatly and his consciousness could reach as far as five thousand miles away, there was no reaction.
After a while, the lightning paused, Zhou Yang gritted his teeth, and suddenly used his palm again, striking downward again and again. The dragon-shaped palm force hit the ground below into deep pits.
Finally, when he struck out more than a thousand palms, the blurry shadow of a high mountain suddenly appeared below!
Done!
Zhou Yang was overjoyed and quickly stopped.
Because he couldn't hold it back anymore, after the last two palms, he had less than 10% of his mana left, and the high-level ancient treasure had shrunk a lot.
This was a huge risk. If he still failed, it would be difficult for him to survive the catastrophe in front of him.
Fortunately, he had enough understanding and God had mercy on him. He finally triggered the ancient mountain art again and successfully created the mysterious mountain shadow.
However, before he could appreciate the beauty of the Ancient Lianshan Art, two rays of white light burst in close to the horns of the high-grade ancient treasure, shooting directly into Zhou Yang's body.
The incident happened so suddenly that he had no time to react. Even if he wanted to react, his mana was already insufficient.
At the critical moment, Zhou Yang twisted his body desperately and managed to avoid one of the flying swords at an incredible angle, while the other high-grade magic weapon-level flying sword pierced his chest firmly. Under his ribs, after the white light passed, a blood arrow spurted out.
Zhou Yang's mouth was bleeding, but he ignored it at all and instead released his breath outward with all his strength.
The figure that was more than a thousand miles away was shocked. Without thinking, he activated the secret technique of burning essence and blood, and used his speed to the extreme. In an instant, he was thousands of miles away, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
It's a pity that Zhou Yang's aura can reach the second demigod by just a hair. This is enough to show the power of the demigod master.
The two high-level ancient treasure-level flying swords lost their master's blessing and lost their spirituality. They fell one after another.
At this moment, the phantom of the mountain suddenly disappeared, but Zhou Yang's magic power was instantly replenished, as full as ever!
At the same time, the trumpet-shaped advanced defense ancient treasure also shrank rapidly and could no longer cover Zhou Yang. The terrifying tribulation lightning struck him directly, beating him to the point of bleeding again.
Fortunately, his mana was instantly replenished and he withstood the blow with his strong body. Then without any hesitation, he injected the surging mana and true energy into the ancient treasure again.
The ancient treasure grew in size again, blocking the terrible punishment.
Zhou Yang was not idle. He summoned two high-level magic weapon-level flying swords. His consciousness comparable to that of a demigod master acted on them, and began to forcibly erase the soul mark of the strong man to prevent him from being summoned. And go.
Tens of thousands of miles away, the strong demigod looked very ugly. He had tried his best to avoid Zhou Yang's aura before, but now he was beyond the scope of his consciousness. Although he had the soul to sense the two flying swords, he knew that Zhou Yang was moving. There was nothing he could do about his hands and feet, and he was so angry that he couldn't describe it.
After spending a long time to wipe away the demigod aura, Zhou Yang nodded with satisfaction and started to play with two high-level magic weapon-level flying swords.
High-level magic weapons are high-level magic weapons. They are much stronger than ordinary items. Their spirituality and power are not the same.
It stands to reason that at his mid-stage Golden Core level, superior magic weapons are enough, and it is a bit reluctant to use high-level magic weapons. However, he is not an ordinary person. He has been able to destroy high-level defensive ancient treasures before, let alone high-level magic weapons.
Moreover, he also benefited greatly from the Ancient Lianshan Technique, and his strength soared again, and he could no longer control advanced offensive magic weapons.
"By the way, the effect of the Ancient Lianshan Jue this time is..." Thinking of the benefits brought by the Ancient Jue, he suddenly realized that this time the mountain shadow had less replenishing power!
"Needless to say, after replenishing the mana and true power, my metal and gold elixir cultivation level has also increased a lot, but it is far from reaching the mid-term peak, and there is still a gap between the two elixirs of fire and wood. Could it be that the power of this ancient formula will increase with time? Is it getting smaller and smaller? Or is it that the higher the strength and cultivation level, the less and less it plays?" Zhou Yang couldn't help but frowned.
"Forget it, we'll make plans after we survive the catastrophe." After a moment, Zhou Yang ignored the matter and began to imprint his soul mark on the two flying swords.
