"No, how could this son be a demon clan? How could he be so strong!? this is not true, it is by no means true. I must have had an illusion."


    He Shiming''s eyes were bloodshot and his expression was ferocious and distorted.


    He couldn''t believe it and couldn''t accept the fact. He hated his incompetence and Yang Xuan''s cruelty. At the same time, he was mixed with anxiety, fear, despair, and a trace of jealousy and unwillingness.


    "Why is it that he is not me? I have become the youngest true disciple of Lingxiao sword Pavilion at a young age. I am also good enough. I am confident that I will be respected as an emperor in the future, and even become an extraordinary person. Thief God, tell me why?"


    "No, I can''t show my hatred for him, otherwise I will die, I will die."


    "Yes, I''m too weak. I''m not his opponent now, and I won''t be his opponent in the future. Even if he doesn''t kill me today, he will kill me in the future. No matter how hard I struggle, I can''t escape death in the end."


    All kinds of negative emotions are intertwined in his heart, which makes he Shiming crazy and almost want to collapse.


    "Hehe, your disciple doesn''t seem to be in good shape! Do you need me to calm him down?"


    Yang Xuan smiled and looked at he Shiming with pity, and then at the gloomy left cold Zen beside he Shiming.


    "Don''t cheer me up for useless things."


    Zuo lengchan kicked he Shiming. He looked like he hated iron and didn''t become steel.


    "Ah! Elder Zuo, we have to go quickly. This boy is a murderous devil. He really, really will kill us."


    He Shiming gave a painful cry and couldn''t speak clearly. He was really afraid. He just wanted to leave here as soon as possible and escape to a place where Yang Xuan would never find it and hide all his life.


    "Elder martial brother he... Crazy!"


    On Ziwei peak, Wu Gang and others turned pale, looked at each other, and then looked at Yang Xuan, all filled with righteous indignation.


    This guy is the culprit. He Shiming was hurt by this son because he Shiming fell into such a field today.


    "Shut up, don''t you think you''re ashamed enough?"


    In full view of the public, Zuo lengchan just felt that his old face was almost lost.


    "Zuo Changlao, take me away quickly. No, he, he has come and is going to kill us."


    He Shiming shouted, obviously insane.


    "Bastard, it''s hopeless!"


    Zuo lengchan lamented his misfortune and was furious. With one hand, he Shiming was completely patted into a pile of meat cracks.


    "How cruel!"


    "Alas, even my disciples are killed. This family will be afraid and go crazy."


    On the main peak of the inner gate, the faces of the leaders of all parties changed slightly, and all subconsciously stepped back a few steps, afraid to stay too close to the left cold Zen.


    At the moment, Zuo lengchan was full of anger, which made people feel palpitation from the bottom of their hearts.


    "Ha ha, your skill is really beautiful. It''s better to kill this waste than to keep it and waste food."


    Yang Xuan smiled and pointed to Wu Gang on the crape myrtle peak. Instead, he said to Zuo lengchan, "have you killed enough? If not, there are still a few here."


    "No, I don''t want to die!"


    "I know I''m wrong. Master Yang, spare your life!"


    Wu Gang trembled all over, almost scared to death, and begged Yang Xuan for mercy.


    "Don''t beg me, it''s no use begging me."


    Yang Xuan looked indifferent.


    Hearing his words, Wu Gang quickly turned his eyes to Zuo lengchan and said in panic: "elder Zuo and Zuo, we are all disciples of Lingxiao sword Pavilion. You, you can''t kill us anymore."


    "Waste, a group of waste, all die for me."


    With a wave of his big hand, Zuo lengchan broke through the air and killed Wu Gang and others in an instant.


    Yang Xuan stood in the air and didn''t stop him. He just sneered at Zuo lengchan. He didn''t know whether he was appreciating or ridiculing. He arched his hands and said, "your decision to kill the feller is also a bit of evil. I admire it!"


    "Vertical son, you forced it."


    Zuo lengchan roared, hating heaven and earth.


    "You killed people yourself. How can you blame me? Don''t you think that''s ridiculous?"


    Hearing the speech, the leaders of all parties felt speechless. They said that if you hadn''t fanned the flames and constantly stimulated Zuo lengchan, Zuo lengchan wouldn''t have killed one after another.


    An emperor who has practiced for many years should not be happy with color, angry with form, and confused with his heart. However, facing Yang Xuan, Zuo lengchan seems to have changed a person and can''t control his inner emotions at all.


    "Well, even if I forced you, what can you do to me?"


    Yang Xuan shrugged and soon spoke again, "I''m a devil. I can do whatever I want. To be honest, even if you don''t do it, I didn''t want to let them go."


    After that, the evil spirit soared and became more and more intense.


    "Damn it, who the devil are you in your previous life?"


    Zuo lengchan glared at Yang Xuan, with both anger and deep shock in his heart.


    The terrible evil spirit rising into the sky is like a huge black cloud, which hides the sunshine all over the sky, just like the coming of night, which makes people feel depressed unconsciously.


    Yang Xuan glanced at Zuo lengchan disdainfully and said, "the so-called demons in the mouth of your righteous friars are just fake demons with evil in their hearts. Real demons have no distinction between good and evil in their hearts. When they are good, they can help the world, and when they are evil, they can also kill the people."


    "Evil ways and crooked ways are punishable by everyone. Don''t you feel uneasy about protecting the way for such demons?"


    Zuo lengchan suddenly gave a loud drink, and his words obviously had the smell of questioning. His intention was to lead to the mysterious expert of Dongtian realm behind Yang Xuan.


    This person could not hide, so Zuo lengchan''s heart was uneasy, and he dared not act rashly and shot Yang Xuan.


    "I''m a dead man, dead man. Where''s my conscience?"


    At this time, an old and hoarse voice sounded out of thin air, and then there was another person beside Yang Xuan.


    "I''ve seen old Ming."


    Yang Xuan saluted with a fist. The people around him were dressed in coir raincoats and hats. They all exuded a faint sense of death. Who was it, not Ming Lao?


    Old Ming, whose real name is unknown, has been waiting with old Liu around Xiaoyao Xianjun all the time. However, as Xiaoyao Xianjun went to find the reincarnation, old Ming was arranged by Xiaoyao Xianjun to Yang Xuan.


    When Yang Xuan thought of this, he was also very grateful to Xiaoyao Xianjun. He hoped to have the opportunity to meet each other again in the future to repay his kindness.


    "There''s no need to salute. There''s no need to be so polite between you and me."


    Old Ming waved his hand to Yang Xuan and looked up to the left. "The devil also has Tao and the devil also has emotion. As long as the son''s initial heart remains unchanged and has emotion in his heart, I will never regard him as a different kind."