"Who am I? You don''t have the right to know." Yang Xuan sneered. He disappeared from where he was, and suddenly appeared in front of the horse faced man, with a thunderous explosion.
The horse faced man was surprised. The middle-grade spirit knife in his hand was fiercely blocked and hit Yang Xuan''s fist with a clang. However, Yang Xuan''s physical defense was strong and collided with the spirit knife, but nothing happened.
Kick! Kick! Pedal!!!!
On the contrary, the horse faced man retreated seven or eight steps in succession. The ten thousand jin Juli from Yang Xuan''s fist shocked his hands.
"How could it be!?" the others couldn''t believe it. Is it still a fucking person? They stopped the middle-class spirit knife with their flesh and blood fists and shook their boss out.
"Kill!" Yang Xuan ignored the man with horse face, shook his body and hit with his fist, directly exploding the head of a man in jiuchongtian, Vientiane territory.
At the same time, he kicked out another man at the peak of Vientiane realm. His strength was too great. The man disintegrated in mid air before landing, his body exploded with a bang, and his flesh and blood flew in disorder.
Bang bang!
Yang Xuan''s body was like a flash of lightning. Without stopping, he continued to kill. His moves were simple and fierce. Where his body passed, the shadow of his fist was flying, the blood was splashing, and no one could stop it. When the rabbit rose and the bird fell, several martial artists in the Vientiane realm were destroyed, and their deaths were miserable and shocking.
"Now, it''s your turn." soon, Yang Xuan walked towards the horse faced man, full of murderous spirit, as if the God of murder had been born.
"You monster!" the horse faced man screamed wildly. Without any hesitation, he turned and left. He tried his best to escape. He was already scared and just wanted to stay away from Yang Xuan, a boy like a demon king.
"Can you go?" a cruel smile appeared at the corners of Yang Xuan''s mouth, prompting his blood wings to flash suddenly, and hit the horse faced man''s vest with a fist. The latter sprayed blood wildly, flew out and hit a piece of rubble.
Yang Xuanlong took the tiger step and pursued it.
"Beast, I''ll kill you." when he couldn''t escape, the horse faced man threw himself out like an angry lion. His right hand turned into a palm knife and cut into Yang Xuan''s neck. His left hand bent his fingers and grabbed Yang Xuan''s left chest.
"The robber is the robber. Sure enough, the move is fatal." Yang Xuan sneered, put his hands forward, banged, firmly grasped the palm knife and claws, twisted violently, and suddenly heard the sound of bone fracture.
The horse faced man looked miserable. The sharp pain twisted his face, and his right leg kicked frantically into Yang Xuan''s lower abdomen.
"Sure enough, you''re cruel, but you''re too weak." Yang Xuan''s eyes were cold, and he put his foot first on the other party''s left knee and made a click sound.
"Ah!" the horse faced man screamed, feeling that the kneecap of his left leg was shattered.
"Don''t blame me for being cruel. If you blame me, blame you for provoking people who shouldn''t be provoked. Remember to make a bright spot in your eyes in the next life." the voice was still there. Yang Xuan worked hard with both hands and tore the horse faced man into two pieces.
It shows how terrible Yang Xuan''s physical strength is.
It''s no exaggeration to say that he is now a humanoid killing weapon. Even if he doesn''t urge Zhenyuan, he can crush ordinary warriors in heaven and man.
……
Along the way, there are giant snakes with big peaks and giant bears with red all over. These are ancient relics living in lava mountains. They are powerful and frighten one area. Fortunately, Yang Xuan has a strong perception and a shadow cloak. They all avoid it from a distance.
In such a small half day, I saw many strong people passing by on the road and rushing to the depths of the lava mountains.
Yang Xuan knew that the demon emperor''s mausoleum was ahead, where opportunities and crises coexisted. Whether he could get any treasure depended on luck.
Yang Xuan felt that he was going all out. He was afraid to meet Yan Ruyue and Jin Ming on the way. It was good to meet Yan Ruyue. The witch would not kill him after all, but if he met the domineering Jin Ming, the result would be different. He estimated that he had to use the shadow cloak to escape.
"Jin Ming!" Yang Xuan clenched his teeth and firmly remembered the name. He would go to seek revenge as long as his accomplishments were improved.
Time flies. Two hours later, the scene ahead changes, and a boiling magma Lake comes into view, hot.
"Everyone, the demon emperor''s mausoleum is in the depths of this magmatic lake. Let''s go now."
"Is there no danger ahead?"
"There must be danger, but if you don''t go into a tiger''s den, you can''t get a tiger''s son?"
"That''s right. We''ve come here after thousands of hardships. How can we go home? We have to fight anyway."
There was a lot of noise in the open space on the Bank of the lake. When Yang Xuan came here, he was surprised to find that it was a sea of people and gathered tens of thousands of martial artists.
These people have scattered cultivation, including sect experts from bajianmen, Qingyun sect, Yunlan mountain villa and so on. In addition, there are many martial arts aristocratic families outside the dark forest. In short, there are all kinds of people with mixed fish and dragons.
However, no matter what the origin, people who can come here have one thing in common, that is, their cultivation is high enough.
After glancing around, Yang Xuan found that among the crowd, the one with the lowest accomplishments also had the five Heaven of Vientiane realm, and the one with the highest accomplishments even reached the peak of life meteorite realm.
"Is the little brother alone?" at this moment, a man at the peak of Vientiane came to Yang Xuan.
"Yes." Yang Xuan nodded.
"Tut Tut, little brother, it''s amazing, but this lava lake is huge and it''s estimated that the road will not be peaceful. How about you join my team?"
"No, I''m used to being alone. I don''t like forming teams with people."
After that, Yang Xuan, regardless of the unhappy man, came to an open space alone to meditate and regulate his breath.
All the way here, he also consumed a lot of real yuan and had to restore the real yuan to a full state.
"Everybody, it''s not too late. Let''s go now."
"Go."
While Yang Xuan regulated his breath, many martial artists rose in groups and flew to the depths of the magmatic lake.
In half a quarter of an hour, there were only a few hundred people left on the Bank of the magmatic lake. These were low accomplishments. I hesitated to go further.
"Who is that boy? If he dares to fly over this lava lake alone, he is not afraid to die on the road?" suddenly, someone exclaimed.
"Shit, those who are brave enough to hold on and those who are timid enough to starve to death dare to pass the six heavens in Vientiane territory, and I have no reason to shrink back." a big man at the peak of Vientiane territory roared and soared into the air with a spirit weapon.
……
At a height of 100 feet above the magma lake, Yang Xuan''s sword flew with black hair flying. With a large group of martial artists flying forward, he didn''t encounter any danger on the road.
It is not surprising that this world is full of a field of terror, such as the top of 100000 mountains, which makes people breathless. Everyone, regardless of their cultivation level, sweats profusely after entering the schist lake, feels uncomfortable, and almost wants to turn around and escape from suffocation.
This force field is obviously emitted from the corpse of the demon emperor.
This is a powerful supreme realm. Even though the demon emperor has died for many years, this supreme realm has never disappeared, or even weakened by half, and can be called immortal.
Yang Xuan''s face turned white and he was sweating. He flew forward slowly. The deeper he went, the stronger the fire between heaven and earth, emitting a hot high temperature.
He finally flew over the magmatic lake and came to the other side with the effort of incense.
Here, the mountains are towering and endless. In the deepest place, the fire lights up the heaven and earth. It is dazzling, just like a red sun, pointing out the direction to many martial artists. Everyone took a breath on the shore and flew towards the fire light. Yang Xuan was no exception, flying a Chinese flying sword.
Purgatory sword is an artifact. Although it doesn''t look strange, there are many capable and strange people in the world. If people see that he is armed with an artifact, he will be in danger.
"Dong!"
After flying for more than ten miles, a dull sound came, like a beating heart, strong and powerful.
Dong Dong, Dong Dong, Dong Dong!!!
At the beginning, the muffled sound was still very weak, but as he kept moving forward, the muffled sound was like a war drum. It was earth shaking and terrible. Yang Xuan urged Zhenyuan to protect his body and felt very uncomfortable.
"Dong!"
Every half minute, the muffled sound resounds through the world.
Soon, another muffled sound came, and Yang Xuan''s body trembled. The spirit seemed to be hit hard and almost wanted to collapse.
"Damn it, what''s this sound? How can it be so terrible?"
"No, we can''t move forward, or we will definitely kill with this sound!"
"Guys, do you think this sound is a little like a heartbeat?"
"It''s really like that. It''s hard. Isn''t it hard that the demon emperor hasn''t died yet?"
"What, don''t be kidding. How could the demon emperor not be dead?"
High above the sky, many martial artists screamed and stopped one by one. They didn''t dare to cross the thunder pool any more. Many people were suspicious and worried that the demon emperor was not dead.
A generation of ancient demon emperors, if they really didn''t die, it would be a very terrible event.
"Isn''t the demon emperor really dead?"
Yang Xuan looked dignified. He also felt that the sound was the heartbeat. He hurried up the sword and fell on the top of a mountain thousands of feet high.
There was no vegetation on it. It was very open. Hundreds of martial artists came here one after another and looked into the distance.
For a moment, everyone opened their mouths and their eyes were full of surprise. They looked like they couldn''t believe it.
At a distance of two or three thousand feet, nine huge peaks thousands of feet high are located in a circle, surrounded by the hanging ancient hall in the center like the stars and the moon.
The ancient hall is incomparably majestic. It is suspended at an altitude of 2000 feet. It is tens of thousands of square meters. It is red and glows in ten directions.
Dong! Dong Dong! Dong Dong!!!
The dull sound, like a beating heart and a war drum, came from the ancient hall every half a minute. It never stopped and shocked people''s soul.
"Hanging ancient hall, is that the demon emperor''s Mausoleum?"
"Certainly not wrong."
"Hundreds of thousands of years have passed since ancient times, and the demon emperor''s mausoleum is almost immortal. I don''t know what material it is made of?"
"If I''m not mistaken, it should be Huo Yaojing. A piece with a big fist is worth millions of inferior yuan."
"Hiss, is it as expensive as you said?"
"No, it''s not expensive at all. Do you know what fire Yaojing is? That''s the best Yuan Stone, or the best Yuan Stone with a single fire attribute. It''s invaluable to those who practice fire attribute skills."