"Isn''t the old guy too confident? Can he really let you kill him? Well, it''s rare for me to spend more words with you. Let''s see now. It''s really comparable to the power of a real fairy."


    Yang Xuan''s words were low, his eyes opened and closed, and his momentum suddenly became fierce, just like a peerless sword out of its scabbard, with a frightening edge.


    He no longer dodged, raised his hand directly, broke the large claw shadow in front of him, and pressed his finger on the body of the ghost claw.


    Boom!


    The moment the two collided, a breath that made time fly and weathered everything suddenly burst out.


    At this moment, the whole world was trembling. Whether Yin Haotian, Wu Chengzhou, Meng Mingjie, Wang Tiande, Peng Wuji and others, they all felt frightened and had endless fear in their hearts.


    "No!"


    The ancestor of the ghost king was so frightened that he hurried to kill the ghost ghost claw. This is the magic weapon for his survival, but he can''t destroy it here.


    "It''s too late. I''ll destroy your magic weapon."


    Yang Xuan gave a cold hum, and a wisp of purple smoke appeared on his fingertips. He wiped out the ghost claws of the ghost King''s ancestors.


    "It''s impossible. There are such terrible secrets in the world. What kind of magic power are you referring to?"


    On the sky, the black fog rolled endlessly, shrinking, and finally turned into an old and ugly huge ghost face.


    This ghost face is a wisp of Yuanshen from the ancestor of the ghost king. It is gloomy and evil. It looks like a fierce ghost. It emits a rotten smell and makes people feel uncomfortable.


    "If the yuan God splits, he will survive. How afraid of death are you, old ghost?"


    Yang Xuan shook his head and mercilessly mocked that this wisp of Yuanshen of the ghost King''s ancestor could not last too long, so it would send out that disgusting smell.


    "Your Excellency, who is sacred?"


    The ancestor of the ghost king showed a dignified look. He slept in the ghost talisman all the year round. He came out today with great difficulty. He wanted to seize the opportunity to give up Yang Xuan in order to continue his life.


    Yang Xuan''s physical body and mind are strong, and his cultivation is high enough. If he can succeed, he can save many years of hard cultivation.


    Who ever wanted to fight, not only failed to capture Yang Xuan, but also the ghost claw of his life was destroyed by Yang Xuan.


    Without ghost claws, his strength is greatly reduced. Not only is there no certainty that he can deal with Yang Xuan, I''m afraid he will have to be killed by the other party.


    "This man is the son of the demon emperor and the young emperor of the demon family in the world. Please make a quick decision. Don''t be careless."


    In the distance, Meng Mingjie shouted.


    He got a total of two ghost talismans. The first one did summon a powerful ghost, but he didn''t expect that the second one would lead to the Yuanshen of the ancestor of the ghost king.


    This is the ancestor of the ghost King sect.


    This man was once a powerful hero with a fierce reputation. If he had not acted recklessly, he angered the Eastern Emperor hall and was finally killed by the Eastern Emperor. I''m afraid he would have soared to the fairyland long ago.


    "The great devil, you''re talking about the immortal devil who swept all the immortal fields and is known as the first emperor of all ages!"


    The ghost King''s face trembled and his eyes showed fear.


    The great dark devil became famous at the beginning of ancient times. No one in the immortal world knows, knows or dares to disrespect him.


    Before he becomes an immortal, the great demon can be proud of his peers and fight against all immortals.


    After becoming an immortal, it is out of control. Even the fairy king, the fairy emperor and even the great sage of Xiandao don''t know how many they have killed. Their strength is invincible.


    Although the great ghost devil had already died in the war, his actions and all kinds of glorious deeds affected generation after generation, and his power did not weaken with the passage of time.


    "No mistake. It''s said that the great devil had blood handed down, and this son was almost the same as the great devil in terms of his appearance and temperament."


    The old ancestor of the ghost king turned his eyes and looked at Yang Xuan again. His face suddenly became very ugly, and he hated Meng Mingjie in his heart.


    When the fool didn''t choose, he chose to arouse the ghost charm at this time to wake him up from his deep sleep and make him get into such big trouble.


    The son of the demon emperor, a demon Tianjiao who can easily destroy his life magic weapon, can he provoke?


    The ghost king wanted to cry when he thought about it. It''s really bad luck for eight generations.


    "Master, don''t worry. As long as we join hands, we may not have the power to fight with him. Besides, he has blocked the world. We can''t go if we want to go. Instead, we''d better fight with him."


    Meng Mingjie quickly opened his mouth and said that although the ancestor of the ghost king had only a wisp of yuan God left, it was also a great help.


    "Shut up, the great devil is a hero, and his son is a young hero, which is admirable. How can I bully the small again? Don''t mention it again."


    The ancestor of the ghost King refused Meng Mingjie''s proposal without thinking about it.


    This scene also made Wang Tiande and others secretly shocked, but they were all relieved, and they didn''t think that the ghost King''s ancestor was wrong.


    It''s just that the old guy, who was arrogant just now, has become so humble and almost pleading for mercy, which makes people only feel funny.


    As long as he could live, the ancestor of the ghost king would not care what others thought of him, and soon showed Yang Xuan a smile worse than crying.


    "I have been sleeping for too long and my mind is not very clear. If there is any offence, I hope you will not blame me. I will go as far as I can, and I will never be an enemy with you."


    Leaving aside Yang Xuan''s identity, the ghost King''s ancestor was frightened by his just pointing. He just wanted to escape from this ghost place as soon as possible and never meet Yang Xuan again.


    Yang Xuan''s surprised finger seemed to wipe out everything.


    If his wisp of Yuanshen is hit by the front, it will be annihilated by flying ash in an instant, and the old ancestor of the ghost King feels frightened when he thinks about it.


    "If you move your hand to me, you will die. How can you say to go?"


    Yang Xuan was amused, but his voice revealed the cold killing opportunity and said, "aren''t you curious about my finger just now? For the sake of your dying, I''ll let you be an understanding ghost."


    "Spare your life..." the ghost King begged.


    Yang Xuan turned a blind eye and said to himself, "remember, this finger is called Fengyan finger, which was created by my back and forth reincarnation in the past years. It contains the power to make time fly. With one finger, the real immortal will have to be stripped of his vitality when he comes, until he dies of old age."


    Wen Yan, Wang Tiande, Peng Wuji and others were also deeply shocked and deeply impressed by Yang Xuan.


    He is worthy of being the son of the demon emperor. He can create such a shocking secret skill.


    These secret arts containing the power of time are rare in the whole immortal region.


    "What should we do? We''re dead. We''re not the opponent at all."


    Meng Mingjie was frightened, and Yin Haotian and Wu Chengzhou also looked dignified and sucked cold air.