Although I don''t know what Yang Xuan is holding in his hand, with the strength of the ghost king, I can obviously see how terrible power it contains.


    Yang Xuan smiled at the ghost king, and the red beads in his hands were smashed to the ground by him.


    After him, the surviving people of fenglingwei have withdrawn from the scope covered by the magic power of the ghost king, so Yang Xuan has no scruples when he exerts it.


    The red beads fell to the ground with a crisp sound.


    Then, like a hot iron ball falling into ice, the bead fell into the ground. When Yang Xuan threw the bead, he had activated the power of fire with his spiritual power. The temperature of the fire bead has already exceeded thousands of degrees. Under such high temperature, even the rock paved ground in the ghost King City will be melted.


    The fire bead soon fell into the ground and disappeared. There was no trace on ground except a small hole. But the temperature in the surrounding air began to rise gradually, just like a steamer.


    The ghost King''s forehead is full of bean sized sweat. It''s not because of the rising temperature. He''s scared.


    When they first met, he had seen the details of Yang Xuan. In Yang Xuan''s body, there is phoenix blood flowing, which is the reason why he didn''t shoot Yang Xuan immediately.


    In ghost cultivation, the ghost king is a well deserved genius, and he is arrogant and won''t admit defeat easily. However, such a person is afraid of the Phoenix God, just as mice are afraid of cats. The biggest reason is that the Phoenix Sky fire mastered by the Phoenix God is like a violent poison of arsenic to him.


    As like as two peas, Yang Xuan''s breath is the same as the smell of Phoenix God when he first saw Phoenix.


    Although he knows that Yang Xuan''s strength is far inferior to himself, the shadow at the bottom of his heart is like a heart demon, which can never be removed.


    The temperature in the air was getting higher and higher, and the ground under Yang Xuan''s feet began to deform. The ground has cracked some cracks, and hot magma ejects from it from time to time.


    How much energy can a sixth boundary friar produce when he exerts all his strength?


    There are many answers to this question, and now Yang Xuan is proving one of them. The power in the fire bead was cleverly controlled by Yang Xuan within the range of the ghost King''s magic power, and did not exceed this range.


    The magma melted by Liyan also contains some of the power of Liyan. These magma fell on the puppet controlled by the ghost king. At this time, the puppet, which was as hard as iron, did not lose its previous strength and left a large trace where the magma fell.


    The power of Liyan has not dissipated yet. The red spiritual power, like a small snake, penetrates into the puppet''s body from the wounds on the puppet and comes out of the puppet''s seven orifices.


    One puppet after another fell to the ground. Although their appearance looked intact, their bodies had already been burned to ashes by Liyan.


    Yang Xuan looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction and looked at the ghost king.


    At the foot of the ghost king, it was released from the fire beads, but the strength that had not been exhausted was separated from each other, broke through the ground and wrapped the ghost king.


    The ghost king immediately shouted, and Li Yan''s strength attached to him, making him feel extremely painful. His eyes were full of blood and looked at Yang Xuan fiercely.


    Although the biggest idea in his heart now is to tear Yang Xuan to pieces, the severe pain makes him unable to move. He can only stand still and constantly expel the Liyan attached to his body with spiritual power.


    Bursts of black smoke rose from him, including bursts of meat smell.


    "If you want to attack the city Lord, pass me first." Seeing the ghost King''s embarrassed appearance, Wu Changlao hurried forward, drew out his weapons and aimed at Yang Xuan.


    Yang Xuan shrugged his shoulders indifferently. How about the strength of Wu Changlao? Yang Xuan already had a general idea on the way from the blood bat city to the ghost King City. His martial arts skills are more similar to those of killers. Every time he opens his mouth to instruct the people of Tianji Pavilion, he can give some strategically advantageous opinions, which makes the people of Tianji Pavilion surprised. But when it comes to defense and frontal warfare, Wu Changlao''s attainments are much shallower.


    Therefore, Yang Xuan is not afraid of the elder who has little status in the ghost King City. The two top-grade martial arts give Yang Xuan the qualification to cross the border against the enemy, and the martial arts skills of the martial elder are doomed that he will fall to the disadvantage when he confronts Yang Xuan in the front. You know, although Yang Xuan doesn''t master many martial arts skills, each one can be used as an heirloom in some Damen sects.


    Yang Xuan knew this, and Wu Changlao knew it better. He had two broken swords in his hand. Although his posture looked majestic, he lacked some confidence in looking at Yang Xuan.


    "Give it to me and kill him." Seeing Wu Changlao hesitant, the ghost king was furious and pointed to Yang Xuan and said to Wu Changlao.


    At this time, a loud and clear sound of Phoenix came from the sky.


    People raised their heads and looked at their heads. The sky did not know when it had become a golden red, just like the rosy clouds in the evening. The Yin Qi released by the ghost king when he used his magic power had dissipated long ago.


    There was a wave of psychic power over everyone''s head, in which Yang Xuan was familiar. Yang Xuan looked at the sky and showed a helpless expression.


    A woman slowly appeared in the sky, looked at the people below without expression, and her eyes were full of cold. Although I haven''t seen the Phoenix God for ten years, the ghost king still hasn''t forgotten the pain of that year. Now when I see this beautiful face again, the ghost king has only fear in his heart.


    However, Shu Fengming''s eyes just swept over the ghost king. Seeing the ghost King trembling for a while, he could not help frowning and falling on Yang Xuan.


    "Senior, we meet again." Yang Xuan grinned at Shu Fengming and said.


    However, Shu Fengming was not in the mood to answer Yang Xuan''s playful smile. He snorted coldly and said, "smelly boy, just left me, he began to show off his strength?"


    "Wronged, elder, you can''t blame me. I was surrounded by them as soon as I returned to the ghost King City after I left from you. Moreover, the city master called the ghost king also used his magic power to deal with me."


    "Hum, after you come out from me, you can leave directly. But you must have no good intention to come back here." Shu Fengming said unhappily. Then he ignored Yang Xuan''s sad face, turned his head to see the ghost king, looked at elder Wu, and said, "I thought the LORD had left, but now the Lord is still there, so I''ll say it directly. When you see this smelly boy in the future, you''ll be like seeing me."