"God, is that man really the supreme ancestor of the Wuxiang demon sect? How can such a demon lord condescend to come to our Lingyun sword sect?"


    "If someone comes, there must be something important to discuss with our ancestors. Don''t neglect it."


    "It''s terrible. The young man surnamed Yang drives people directly as soon as he comes up, which is bound to annoy Meng Zhenghai and cause great trouble to Lingyun sword sect. If it''s bad, we''ll all die."


    On the ground at the top of the peak, many Lingyun sword sect disciples whispered, and their hearts were filled with fear and anxiety.


    Even Lin Hai and Jiang xiner''s face changed slightly and their hearts tightened.


    Although they are only disciples of small sects, they also know that there are two sects, three sects and five forces outside the Dahuang mountains.


    These two three sects are Wuxiang demon sect, Dayan God sect, ruthless sect, shadow sect and the last five poisons sect.


    In this, the strength is the most important among the Wuxiang demon sect and Dayan God sect.


    There are two major sects, one is the demon overlord of xuanhuang territory and the other is the leader of the right way of xuanhuang territory. There are tens of millions of disciples, including experts, hidden dragons and crouching tigers.


    It can be said that no one knows the name of Meng Zhenghai, the supreme ancestor of Wuxiang demon sect.


    Meng Zhenghai has become famous for more than 100000 years. He is a strong man who has practiced for endless years and reached the peak of Dongtian.


    The peak of Dongtian, that is, the half step road.


    These people, turning their hands to the clouds and covering their hands to the rain, can easily destroy their Lingyun sword sect, which is not the existence they can provoke.


    What''s more, the other party is still a demon. He is moody. If he moves, he will kill.


    Jiang xiner hesitated a little and immediately trotted to Yang Xuan. He gasped and whispered, "childe, this person is too strong. You need to be careful, or you will be in danger."


    "Ancestor worship is a very solemn and solemn thing, which can''t be disturbed by outsiders. In addition, you can rest assured that I will be fine."


    Yang xuandao.


    "But..."


    Jiang xiner wanted to stop talking and felt a little uneasy. After all, the man was the supreme ancestor of the Wuxiang demon sect. He was a strong demon cultivator who was really killed from the sea of corpses and blood.


    Even if Yang Xuan is a hero with extraordinary talent and strong strength, he cannot be Meng Zhenghai''s opponent.


    "It turns out that your sect is offering sacrifices to their ancestors. In this case, it''s really a bad time for someone Meng to come."


    Meng Zhenghai obviously heard Yang Xuan''s words, looked at Yang Xuan from a distance and asked, "who is your excellency? It doesn''t seem to be from Lingyun sword sect?"


    The words were polite, but there was a trace of anger in his eyes.


    "Whether it is or not has nothing to do with you. You know it''s not the right time to come, so you can go back and forth from where you come now."


    Yang Xuan looked up at Meng Zhenghai with an indifferent face.


    "You..."


    Anger turned to anger. Meng Zhenghai didn''t act rashly. He was more or less cautious before he knew the origin of Yang Xuan.


    After all, not long ago, the big five poisons gate was destroyed, and Ling Yunjian sect happened to be involved.


    No matter how high his accomplishments are and how conceited he is, Ren Meng Zhenghai doesn''t dare to underestimate such a seemingly fallen sect.


    At the same time, the appearance of Yang Xuan''s fresh face also made him quite vigilant.


    He also had to be vigilant, because in addition to Yang Xuan, there was a silent and cold devil Yuanzi standing behind Yang Xuan.


    This man is also a stranger. It seems that he is not a local demon cultivation in xuanhuang, but his cultivation achievement is very high, which is equal to him.


    "After three breaths, if you don''t leave, you''ll never have to go."


    Yang Xuan soon spoke again. His voice was not loud, but it rang through the world and clearly spread to Meng Zhenghai''s ears. How could the dignified ancestors have been humiliated?


    His face was gloomy, his eyes were full of murders, and he said angrily, "how dare you talk to me like this, young man, the cultivation in the imperial realm?"


    "Three!"


    "Two!"


    "One!"


    The voice fell, and Yang Xuan seemed to have changed. He was cold and murderous all over.


    Mo Yuanzi sneered. He knew that Meng Zhenghai was dead, but this was also the time for him to show his loyalty. He immediately took one step and said, "it''s just a monk in the cave. How can I help you personally? It''s better to let his subordinates come down and solve this person for the Lord."


    "Lord, Taoist friend is this son''s follower!?"


    Meng Zhenghai was surprised.


    "You are mistaken. I am a slave of the Lord, not an escort."


    Mo Yuanzi shook his head and was about to start,,


    "No, with your strength, you can''t kill him for a while and a half."


    Yang Xuan waved his hand and pointed to Meng Zhenghai across the air, "to kill you, just one blow."


    "Damn you, wait, this is..."


    Meng Zhenghai was furious at first, and then his pupils contracted. As Yang Xuanyi pointed out, a purple smoke like fire but not fire, unreal and uncertain, shot at himself at an incredible speed.


    "Damn it, what kind of secret skill is this? It gives me a feeling of extreme danger. I have to play cards when I come."


    Meng Zhenghai had no time to think more and suddenly propped up the cave.


    His cave, also known as the ghost world of the cave, is a boundary surrounded by a layer of black fog. It seems that there are thousands of ghosts howling and wailing, which makes people feel trembling unconsciously.


    However, even with the defense of Dongtian, Meng Zhenghai was still a little uneasy. Almost at the moment of the expansion of Dongtian, an ancient mirror the size of a palm appeared in front of him.


    This is the xuanming mirror. It is his magic weapon. It can reflect all the attacks of the enemy and greatly offset the external forces. As soon as it comes out, it will meet the storm and rise to several feet. The whole body emits a light cyan light gang.


    "Die!"


    The color of disdain flashed in the eyes of Mo Yuanzi. Yang Xuan pointed to purple smoke, but he once killed Hu Yankang, the supreme ancestor of the five poisons sect. Even if Meng Zhenghai''s strength was better than Hu Yankang, it was impossible to live.


    Meng Zhenghai didn''t know this. Under the double protection of Dongtian ghost world and xuanming realm, he believed that the purple smoke could never hurt himself.


    "Die!"


    As soon as Yang xuanleng''s voice came out, the purple smoke took the lead in colliding with Meng Zhenghai''s cave ghost world.


    Boom!


    As soon as the collision happened, the heaven and earth changed color and roared like thunder. The cave ghost world collapsed on the spot and turned into nothingness.


    "Poof!"


    Meng Zhenghai vomited blood and was shaky. His cave was destroyed by a blow, and he himself suffered heavy damage. Even his cultivation fell to the bottom of the valley.


    "Bang!"


    Soon, a dull sound came out again, but the purple smoke blew on the xuanming realm, which made the whole xuanming realm vibrate violently and began to break up at a speed visible to the naked eye.


    No, not fragmentation, but weathering, a little weathering.


    "It''s impossible. This mirror is made of the gold of the supreme star God. It can''t stop you!"


    Meng Zhenghai''s face changed greatly and his fear twisted!


    "The road of cultivation is slow, and time is the most ruthless. You can be the most arrogant and powerful man in the world. In front of the power of years, you will return the dust to the earth and completely disappear."


    Yang Xuan said coldly.