"This is... The power of time!"


    Meng Zhenghai was shocked, his eyes stared, and his face was unbelievable.


    In this world, there are two taboo forces.


    The first is fate, the second is time.


    No matter how high your talent and accomplishments are, as long as you are still alive, you have to be controlled by fate and eroded by time.


    It can be said that fate and time are the most terrible and inaccessible power in the world. No one can control it or dare to peep at it.


    A man who tries to control his fate and plunder time often ends up miserable and doomed to failure.


    But now, a young man, whose accomplishments are only in the realm of emperor, plays a secret skill containing the power of time between his fingers.


    Yang Xuan looked calm and said casually, "this technique was created by me. It''s not perfect, but it''s enough to kill you. I can only say that you shouldn''t have come here and are too confident to choose to take my finger. It''s suicide."


    Under the wind and smoke finger, everything will turn into nothingness. Let alone Meng Zhenghai, a little monk in the cave, is the extraordinary power of Tao, and he doesn''t dare to face his front.


    "No, I can''t die if I''m not willing."


    Meng Zhenghai roared up into the sky. In a twinkling, he was killed by the purple smoke, leaving only a black light and shadow, which suddenly turned into a wisp of black smoke and fled in the air.


    Needless to say, that is its original God.


    At the most critical juncture, Meng Zhenghai resolutely got out of his shell and forcibly abandoned his body after years of hard training, hoping to escape his life.


    Unfortunately, it only escaped more than a hundred miles, and then completely weathered and disappeared.


    That purple smoke can not only hurt people''s flesh, but also destroy people''s spirits. As long as the spirits are contaminated with a little, they will die of old age and be ruthlessly erased by time.


    At this moment, the whole Lingyun sword sect was dead silent, leaving only the sound of countless people sucking cold breath.


    A generation of evil lords, the great ancestor of the shapeless demon sect, was so pointed that he became fly ash. Even the yuan God was not spared.


    All this was done by Yang Xuan.


    The young man was domineering and decisive. He was like a demon God. He didn''t give Meng Zhenghai the chance to live at all.


    Quiet, absolutely quiet!


    After such a moment, Jiang Xin''er regained consciousness, covered her mouth and exclaimed, "young master, how did you do it!? my God, your strength is so strong!"


    Jiang xiner had contact with Yang Xuan, but he didn''t know that his strength was so strong.


    "I killed someone, don''t you feel afraid?"


    "I''m not afraid. The Wuxiang demon sect is a devil sect that does all kinds of evil. In recent years, it has killed many people in our xuanhuang territory. The childe killed Meng Zhenghai this time, which can be regarded as the right way in the world."


    "There are also black sheep and sneakers in the world. Don''t imagine the righteous friars so beautiful."


    Yang Xuan shook his head and shouted coldly in the distance: "a group of rats who hide their heads and show their tails immediately roll as far as I can."


    "Young generation, you are cruel. I have no face demon sect and you are sworn to each other."


    In the distance, someone roared and only received a sneer from Yang Xuan. "If you don''t speak, I may be invisible, but since you report your origin and threaten yourself, leave your life."


    After saying that, as soon as he grabbed it with his bare hands, a black robed old man was crushed to death in the distance and turned into a blood mist on the spot.


    This situation, this scene, also shocked the crowd hidden in the surrounding area. Someone immediately said in a loud voice: "little friend, calm down. I''m waiting to go, go."


    The voice was still there, and powerful figures showed their shapes one after another. Then they scattered and fled away without looking back. They dared not approach Lingyun sword sect again.


    It''s also terrible. Meng Zhenghai, the supreme ancestor of the Wuxiang demon sect, and Qin Xiangyun, the current leader of the Wuxiang demon sect, can''t even take a move from each other and completely disappear in the world.


    Who would believe it if he hadn''t seen it with his own eyes?


    It was in the dark that they saw it clearly that they were deeply shocked and had to retreat immediately.


    "See, there are many friars who call themselves the right way among those people, but now they can only flee in a hurry. They don''t even have the courage to see me."


    Yang Xuan smiled.


    "The childe is too strong. Of course they dare not come. It has nothing to do with good and evil."


    Jiang xiner whispered.


    "Yes, it has nothing to do with good and evil, but with power. In the final analysis, this is a world where strength is respected. Whether a monk of the right way or a monk of the evil way, the pursuit is power. Once this man has power, he will breed all kinds of desires in his heart until he becomes crazy."


    "Thank you for your advice."


    Jiang xiner benefited a lot, and many disciples of Lingyun sword sect not far away only felt that Yang Xuan''s words were quite reasonable, so they couldn''t help admiring Yang Xuan secretly.


    Even Mo Yuanzi was unprecedentedly convinced.


    At first, although he feared Yang Xuan, he was somewhat dissatisfied.


    But now, he is really convinced. It can be said that his magic Yuanzi can worship Yang Xuan, not yield, but really climb up.


    Although the cultivation of this master is not too high, his potential is boundless


    In particular, others are still a demon cultivation, a demon cultivation whose combat power is against the sky and can suppress the desire in his heart. His future achievements can be called unlimited.


    ……


    In the distance, a group of experts from various forces finally stopped, and their faces were full of fear and depression.


    The vast majority of these people come from Dayan Shenzong, ruthless sect and shadow sect. Among them, those with the lowest accomplishments have reached the realm of emperor.


    "Who is that man? When did such people appear in our xuanhuang world?"


    "It''s incredible that Meng Zhenghai, who took the cultivation in the imperial realm and killed half a step of the road by leaps and bounds. Nine times out of ten, that young man is not a monk in the xuanhuang world. In addition, if I expected it right, the killing of the five poisons gate was committed by the other party."


    "Who can see him clearly?"


    "It''s too far away to see clearly. There seems to be some kind of Qi mechanism on the other party, which separates us from snooping."


    A group of friars from both good and evil families gathered together and seemed very harmonious with each other. At the same time, their words could not hide their exclamation.


    "Let''s go to the Wuxiang demon sect. Anyway, Meng Zhenghai is dead. Instead of waiting for the Wuxiang demon sect to split itself, we might as well take the opportunity to search there."


    "I think it''s feasible."


    During the conversation, a group of people turned to Wuxiang demon sect one after another. It''s a bastard not to take advantage of it. Even Dayan Shenzong, who has always been the leader of the right way, didn''t want to let go of Wuxiang demon sect.


    They didn''t kill people, but took advantage of the fire and plundered all kinds of cultivation resources of the Wuxiang demon clan.


    The Wuxiang demon sect has existed so far, and the inside information is so strong and thick. There are absolutely all kinds of rare treasures in it.