Long Kun couldn't control his hot temper. The attack outside the city gate just now failed to break through the city wall, and was instead taught a lesson by dozens of archers. Long Kun was feeling depressed and was worrying about having no place to vent his anger. Suddenly, these three guys came to him on their own initiative, which immediately made Long Kun very interested in taking action.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Phoenix Totem behind him began to burn again, and his entire body was surrounded by red flames. He rushed towards the three disciple-level warriors in front of him like a moving fireball.

The powerful fire attack force immediately locked onto the one standing in front of the three people, but the other party did not seem to be panicked by the overly violent power of the dragon soul.

He quickly moved his hands and began to mobilize the powerful martial arts energy in his body.

Soon, an exquisite butterfly flower totem appeared behind the silver-robed disciple who was leading the group.

Xu Yang was not unfamiliar with this kind of plant totem. In the previous battle in the forest of flowers in the Lost Mountains, he had experienced the unique and powerful charm of this kind of flower.

Obviously, the appearance of these three guys is to split up the overall lineup of Xu Yang's team, and what they are best at is indeed the means of confusing the mind, breaking up Xu Yang's complete team formation.

From beginning to end, Xu Yang did not take any action personally. He just wanted to see what purpose was hidden behind these people's deliberate mystification and formation.

Sure enough, Long Kun was hit again.

When his real body rushed into the triangle formation occupied by the three ten thousand year old silver robed warriors.

An extremely fierce flaming fist blasted out, but it was like a punch on cotton. All the violent power was turned into nothingness in an instant. It was obvious that the disciple with the Butterfly Flower Totem who had just been targeted by him was just a cover.

When Long Kun's powerful punch missed, he fell into a dream that was specially created for him.

"how so?

I missed again!"

Long Kun instinctively became furious.

Little did he know that the more anxious and hot-tempered he was, the easier it would be for him to be caught in this kind of martial arts that focused on the mental level.

"Not good, that guy Long Kun is too anxious. It seems that he has been controlled by the opponent again. I will go and rescue him."

Dawn beside him rushed out without hesitation.

In Xu Yang's opinion, even if this girl also took action, it would not have any positive impact on the situation Long Kun was in at the moment, and Poxiao himself would definitely be brought into that exclusive dream space.

Sure enough, everything was proceeding slowly as Xu Yang had expected, except for the little mushroom standing on Xu Yang's shoulder, which was not suppressed by the situation because it was too timid and did not take the initiative to fight.

Although the old emperor did not choose to take the initiative to attack, his teammates around him fell into the opponent's trap one after another, and the old emperor seemed very empty.

In a blink of an eye, only Xu Yang and the little mushroom on his shoulder were left without any movement. At this moment, a martial god-level believer wearing a golden robe suddenly appeared above his head.

Without any more nonsense, the other party raised his hand and released a powerful mental force, and the fighting spirit totem that burned behind this martial god-level believer was also a plant totem with very powerful charm ability.

Xu Yang sneered and decisively chose to take advantage of the situation. He had no intention of fighting back and just let the golden light and shadow above his head continue to rush towards him.

Little did he know that although he seemed to have no backup plan, he had actually quietly released another phantom of himself in the surrounding space.

And after the main body enters the dream state, the meditation mode is immediately activated.

A sufficiently powerful soul origin can ensure that even if Xu Yang enters the dream created by this Martial God-level believer, he will never suffer any harm from the other party.

Instead, it was the phantom that he secretly released outside the battlefield that played its role silently.

Sure enough, everything was just as Xu Yang had judged. After his teammates around him entered the dream one by one, Lan Ling'er, whose eyes were always wandering around, suddenly had a black figure appear not far behind her.

As soon as the other party's breath appeared, Lan Ling'er became extremely excited.

According to Xu Yang's observation, the man in black who suddenly appeared behind him had also reached the level of a martial god.

"Uncle Nangong!

I knew you would come to rescue me."

The guy whom Lan Ling'er called Uncle Nangong did not make any movement. He just stood there expressionlessly, waiting for Lan Ling'er to throw himself into his arms.

Little did he know that Xu Yang, who had remained absolutely lucid in his dream, raised the corner of his mouth with a slight sneer, and then suddenly opened his eyes.

In this instant, the dream space in front of him that blocked the origin of his soul was torn into pieces, causing the soul world of this ten thousand year disciple in front of him to completely collapse in an instant.

For the Ninth Human Emperor Xu Yang, tearing apart the opponent's soul suppression technique is easy with just a glance.

What's funny is that the other party thought that he could easily suppress Xu Yang, who was regarded as not a strong enemy by the High Priest. Little did he know that Xu Yang was just cooperating with him in a play.

The soul and the phantom returned to the main body. At this moment, Xu Yang's body speed increased to the limit. He turned into a stream of light and appeared in front of Lan Ling'er, blocking his contact with Nangong who was dressed in black.

"You can't go with him."

Xu Yang landed in front of Lan Ling'er. His tone was very calm, but his eyes were always fixed on the man in black in front of him.

Lan Ling'er immediately looked flustered.

Suddenly, he looked at Xu Yang beside him with an expression of incomprehension.

"Why are you stopping me?

He is one of the seven elders in our Changyuntian.

Didn’t you say that you would let me go back when our sect’s people come to pick me up after we enter the imperial capital?”

This silly girl foolishly thought that Xu Yang wanted to force him to stay as a hostage.

However, Xu Yang just chuckled and swung his palm violently. A powerful martial arts aura suddenly rushed towards the man in black in front of him.

And this Nangong is worthy of being a powerful warrior at the level of a god of war. Suddenly, a black shadow appeared under his feet and he floated in the air. He stared down at Xu Yang below and Lan Ling'er behind him from a bird's eye view.

“If he is really an elder of your Changyun Tianzong, I can naturally give up and leave with him, but the guy standing in front of you now has been brainwashed and controlled by those disciples.

If I don't stop him, you will be torn to pieces by this guy in an instant.

If you don’t believe me, I will lift the veil on him and let you see.”