The fountain of life, in terms of its rarity, is comparable to those rare divine medicines. However, after absorbing a little, Yang Xuan felt that a powerful life energy flowed continuously in his body and was comfortable.


    In a short moment, his face was ruddy, his body glowed, and his lost blood became full. There was no weak feeling of serious injury, and the whole person was full of vitality and energy.


    Soon, even the broken bones and broken internal organs healed.


    However, this is not over. There are still strands of strange divine energy in Yang Xuan''s body to nourish his physical body. His physical body has not become stronger, but he has a faint feeling that his body is more and more healthy, some imperceptible hidden diseases disappear, and Shouyuan is growing rapidly.


    A drop of life spring can make an ordinary person live for thousands of years, which is by no means empty. Yang Xuan can live for thousands of years even if he doesn''t practice in the future.


    "You can''t eat the liquid to prolong your life for nothing." he muttered. He dipped a drop in his hand and put it into his mouth.


    ……


    A quarter of an hour later, Yang Xuan took out a millennium cold jade bottle from the storage ring and carefully loaded the spring of life in the spring pool.


    Conservatively, there are about 40 drops.


    "When I get out of the ancient secret place, send a drop of manba and make a good relationship with the barbarians. I''ll keep the rest for my life." Yang Xuannan said to himself and solemnly put away the cold jade bottle containing the spring of life.


    This is a life-saving treasure. It is much more powerful than jiuzhuan Ning Bidan. With this thing, he can bring back the dead even if he is seriously injured and dying in the future.


    "The sacred peak is very big. I''ll see if I can get something else." Yang Xuan swept his eyes and found a path winding down not far away. He was ready to go down the mountain to find treasure, but he didn''t take a few steps. A mysterious force fell from the sky and shrouded him.


    Then, a whirling feeling came.


    ……


    In the huge Valley, Yan Changkong, Tu Tianjue, Jiang Shuitian, the heads of the eight martial arts aristocratic families, the leaders and elders of various sects, as well as the power holders of many foreign forces are waiting, hoping that their disciples who enter the ancient shenmi territory and the younger generation of the family can gain something.


    Of course, what people want most is their disciples. The younger generation of the family can come out alive.


    As long as we can come out alive, we will make some achievements in the future.


    "What''s the matter with sect leader Jiang? He doesn''t look good. Is he worried about your disciples?" at this time, sect leader Tu Tianjue of Shenxing found that the moon watching sect leader Jiang Shuitian was absent-minded, so he couldn''t help asking.


    Jiang Shuitian returned to his senses and glanced at TU Tianjue lightly: "look at TU Zong''s calm appearance. Don''t you worry about your disciples at all?"


    "Life and death are destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven." Tu Tianjue said, looking aside at Yan Changkong: "all the disciples under the master of Yanmen are elites. I think we will have a great harvest this time."


    "Ha ha, thanks for the good words of Lord tu." Yan Changkong smiled, still a little worried on his face.


    Time flies, just as everyone looks forward to it. Three days pass, and it''s three quarters of noon on the fourth day.


    Buzz!


    Not surprisingly, the transmission light gate over the valley reappeared, and human figures flashed and fell from the light gate. Some people fell off guard, fell over and shouted pain again and again.


    "What''s the matter? Why didn''t none of my Yang family come out?" looking at many people jumping out of the light door, Yang Dingkun, the owner of the Yang family, felt dizzy, because he didn''t see even one Yang family among the people who came out.


    "Alas, master Yang, I''m sorry for the change," comforted the master of a martial arts family who had a good relationship with Yang Dingkun.


    "Poof!" Yang Dingkun was so sad that he opened his mouth and vomited blood.


    He understood that more than a dozen young members of the Yang family and several Vientiane elders died in the ancient shenmi territory. Although he had long known that the mortality rate in the ancient shenmi territory was very high, he still couldn''t bear to see the whole army destroyed, and the blow was too great.


    "How could it be that they were all dead and none of them came out alive!"


    "Ha ha, that''s good. You little guys will make great achievements in the future if you can come out alive."


    In the valley, some people are happy and others are sad. After a few minutes, the light gate has not disappeared, but no one has appeared from the light gate.


    "Wuzhou, how can you be the only one left, other elders and disciples?" Jiang Tianmu glanced at the crowd coming out of the light gate, saw Zuo Wuzhou''s figure from a group of 70 or 80 disciples, and hurriedly asked.


    "Lord, old man is guilty and ashamed of you!" Zuo Wuzhou stumbled to the river and fell to his knees.


    "What''s the matter? Get up and talk." Jiang Shuitian frowned, and a very ominous premonition rose in his heart. He glanced at the seven or eight or ten disciples, and suddenly his face changed. He drank and asked, "there''s nothing missing, isn''t it!?"


    "Everything... Everything fell."


    "What, dead, it''s impossible. Say, how did Wuke die?"


    "Zong, suzerain, Wuque was killed by Yang Xuan of Qixuan gate." Zuo Wuzhou choked. He was also a man who lived 70 or 80 years old. But he still felt sad and ashamed when he thought that Hong Wuque died under his eyelids and was still twisted off his head by Yang Xuan. He wanted to commit suicide on the spot.


    "What are you talking about? Wuke was killed by Yang Xuan!" Jiang Shuitian staggered and blackened in front of his eyes. He felt that his soul seemed to have taken away from his body and almost fainted. His face was pale without any blood.


    After a few seconds, he came back from his absence. He was immediately angry. His eyes suddenly turned red and roared, "Yang Xuan, I swear I won''t be a man if I don''t kill you."


    This remark shook the whole valley and attracted countless people''s eyes.


    For a time, the leaders, masters and elders of various forces were asking about their disciples from the ancient secret territory and the younger generation of the family. They soon learned about Yang Xuan''s killing Hong Wuque and Nangong Tian outside the sea of clouds.


    One man fought two people and killed two great talents. This is a great event, which has set off a storm in the hearts of everyone.


    Wang Chuan, Xie Fei, Xia Yuwei, Liu Yueer, Cheng Shaofeng, Zhou Hu and other people who left the ancient secret land by chance were shocked, and their faces were filled with incredible colors.


    Although they knew that Yang Xuan was a monster and powerful, Nangong Tian and Hong Wuke were both extremely talented people who were destined to be famous in the future, but they actually died in the ancient shenmi territory and were killed by Yang Xuan.


    "What are you talking about? Yang Xuan killed nangongtian!" on the other hand, Yan Changkong heard from Fu Hongyun that Yang Xuan killed nangongtian, and couldn''t help shouting.


    "Yan Changkong, if you don''t give Yang Xuan to me today, Jiang will fight with you even if he is not your opponent." Jiang Shuitian roared, his voice full of endless sadness and anger.


    As the leader of the school, Jiang Shuitian has also lived for more than 200 years. In recent decades, there have been few things that can make him angry, but when he learned that Hong Wuque was killed by Yang Xuan, his anger was immediately ignited and out of control.


    "Yang Xuan is crazy, but he doesn''t like killing. He will kill Hong Wuque for a reason." Yan Changkong snorted coldly. Although he hasn''t had time to learn the story from Fu Hongyun, he also knows that Yang Xuan is not a wanton person.


    "Tell the sect leader, it''s like this..." Fu Hongyun quickly sorted out the words and simply said that Hong Wuque robbed Qin LAN of the magic medicine and Nangong Tian''s sneak attack on Qin LAN.


    "Bastard, it''s time to kill. It''s not worth dying." Yan Changkong was furious when he learned the truth.


    "The sect leader is right. Those two despicable people deserve what they deserve. It''s really not worth dying." suddenly, a figure jumped out of the light door.


    This is a slender young man in white with a sword eyebrow star. When his clothes fluttered, he fell steadily to the ground, so free and unrestrained.


    Needless to say, the young man in white was Yang Xuan. He didn''t know what was going on. He was the last one to be transmitted. However, he didn''t study this problem. He turned his eyes and soon saw Su ziyao, Shen Yuexin and manba from the crowd. He immediately put his heart down.


    "Evil animal, you deserve to die!" over there, the river was angry and blood rushed to the top. A pair of red eyes stared at Yang Xuan. Their murderous Qi was like a mountain torrent, oppressing Yang Xuan.


    "The patriarch said nothing to him and directly killed him to avenge wuduan." several elders of the heaven and human territory of the moon watching sect were also furious. They came here today to welcome the disciples of the sect. Who knows that hundreds of disciples entered the ancient secret territory, only 70 or 80 people came out alive. Even the genius cultivated by the sect died.


    With Hong Wuque''s intelligence and cultivation strength, generally speaking, even if he can''t get any great opportunities, he will definitely not die in the ancient shenmi territory, let alone be killed by Yang Xuan.


    It has to be said that this is really a shame. Several elders of Wangyue Zongtian and Renjing feel ashamed and angry. They want to frustrate Yang Xuan, the culprit, to vent their hatred.


    "Little beast, my Lord will kill you today. Go to hell." with a low roar, the green veins on the river''s forehead jumped violently. With a stroke of both hands, the cold turned into a skate, cut through the world, flew quickly and attacked Yang Xuan.


    "Jiang Shuitian, you dare to hurt our disciples." Yan Changkong was furious. His eyes stood up and his body moved like a blink. He appeared in front of Yang Xuan. He took a palm and a red palm with the size of a millstone. The fire was raging. He broke the ice skate like a broken bamboo. Without saying anything, he roared towards Jiang Shuitian.


    "Break it for me!" the sky''s eyes in the river were ready to crack, his black hair was upright, a long gun in his hand was cold and spitting, and a gun went straight to the incoming palm strength.


    With a roar, the river was invincible, and the blood gushed from his mouth. Even people with guns retreated. Yan Changkong couldn''t stop it at all, and all the protective yuan power on his body exploded one after another.