"Yang Wucheng, are you crazy?"

"He must be crazy. He actually used all of us as chess pieces, and then hit it all in one go. The masters of the Eighth Layer of Longevity Mixed Cave Realm are here, and they dare not say this. You actually said it, very good, very good!"

"Crazy man, I don't want to care about him!"

Suddenly everyone was angry.

"Yang Wucheng, you are probably crazy. I don't think you know what you are talking about, what you are talking about, what kind of scene, and what kind of person you are talking to!"

Patriarch Sun shouted.

"What nonsense, it's all this time!"

Patriarch Ma took the shot directly, he really didn't bother to talk nonsense with Yang Ming.

He will do his best to kill everything.

Not only him, but everyone couldn't help it at this time, and they didn't want to talk nonsense with Yang Ming anymore, and shot directly to kill Yang Ming.

Suddenly at this moment, hundreds of mana brilliance and hundreds of Taoist artifacts were bombarded out.

Unspeakable power is coming at this moment, heaven and earth vibrate, time and space collapse.

The space in front of him, at the moment this force appeared, transformed into a world of chaos.

nothing at all!

Everything is gray!

This power is too tyrannical, too tyrannical to describe.

This is no longer a human force!

And Yang Ming's figure, when this force appeared, seemed to instantly turn into chaos, and it was no longer separated from the world in front of him.

"Is this the situation where all the Patriarchs of the North Immortal Realm took action together? This is too exaggerated, the space has been turned into chaos by this force!"

Seeing this horrible scene, everyone around couldn't help but marvel.

"It's really too exaggerated, but it's normal. After all, these people have gathered all the masters of my Northern Immortal Realm..."

Some people nodded, although shocked, but not surprised.

Instead it seems to be so.

"Where's Yang Wucheng? Where is he? Why doesn't he see his figure? Is he dead?"

Someone looked for Yang Ming's figure, but to his disappointment, he failed. At this time, he couldn't find Yang Ming's figure.

Yang Ming seems to have become one with the chaotic space.

"Dead, if he can live in this situation, write my name upside down."

An old monk, disdainfully said.

"Yes, it's impossible to live, no one can survive this kind of power!"

The other old monks nodded one after another.

They have experienced countless battles in their lives, and they have sharp eyesight, so it can be judged in an instant that Yang Ming is definitely dead.

There can be no way to survive.

"Really? Do you think this can kill me? That would be too small for me, Yang!"

Just when everyone thought that Yang Ming was dead, a loud voice suddenly rang.

Then Yang Ming was born from the chaos and appeared.

The chaotic space around him not only did not hurt him at all, but it was used by him, forming chaotic air around the body to increase strength.

"Great Chaos Technique!"

Yang Ming sneered, pointing to the heavens and the earth, people were born out of chaos.

Coming to everyone, sneered again and again.

"Three Thousand Avenues, Great Chaos Technique, huh, it seems that your life is pretty hard. Since one hit kills you, then two hits, three hits, four hits, until you kill you."

Seeing that Yang Ming was not dead, everyone couldn't help being shocked, but then sneered.

With so many people here, how can they be afraid of a Yang Ming?

Since one hit can't kill you, then two hits, three hits, four hits, until you kill you.