"Hum, you dare to go deep here alone. I don''t know whether you are afraid of death or whether you are an expert in art."


    Hou Leng narrowed his eyes and looked at Yang Xuan coldly.


    Yang Xuan is tall and straight. He is dressed in white. His face is like a knife. He looks handsome. However, his cultivation is too low and his white hair is very dazzling. In any case, he has lost his vitality seriously and has little longevity.


    It''s normal. After all, it''s a barren mountain forbidden area. The power of stripping away years permeates the world. Anyone who comes here will be eroded by the power of years and will slowly grow old until it turns into a pile of dead bones and completely disappear.


    Of course, people with higher accomplishments will live longer. For those true fairyland friars, as long as they don''t stay too long and don''t go too deep into the barren mountains, they won''t be in danger of life. At most, they will lose some life. Afterwards, they can recover with the help of some longevity pills or years.


    But the friars below Zhenxian are different. They still can''t condense immortal yuan in their bodies. Even if their life is not much, they may die at any time. Forcibly entering the mountain is a bad thing to say, they gamble their lives on a future.


    It is true that if Immortal friars want to achieve something and become masters, they have to be fearless of death, dare to fight and dare to break through. However, if they want to become stronger, they also need to know advance and retreat, know trade-offs, and can''t act recklessly, otherwise they will end up in vain.


    After reading this, Hou Leng said again, "boy, do you know that you are really stupid, and stupid people often come to no good end."


    In this valley, there are three age fruits growing in total. After killing the yuhuamen group, all of them have been obtained by their blood floating gate. Yang Xuan opened his mouth and asked for one or two age fruits. His appetite is really great.


    However, no matter how good the years are, you have to weigh your life.


    The boy''s cultivation is not high. He even has white hair and doesn''t know how long he can live. Even if he finally gets one or two years fruit, he may have to die in the mountain before he gets out of the barren mountain.


    "Do I look stupid?"


    Yang Xuan touched his nose and couldn''t help laughing.


    Since he chose to appear in the dark, he was ready to kill and seize the fruit. Anyway, these three years and fruits were robbed by Hou Leng and others. He wouldn''t feel uneasy when he started.


    Senro looked angry and said coldly: "boy, no matter who you are and what background you have, you see what you shouldn''t see, let alone the idea of time fruit."


    "Those who can treasure live there, don''t they?"


    Yang Xuan''s sword eyebrows were light and smiling.


    "Ha ha, this is the funniest joke I''ve heard since senro''s debut."


    Senro laughed angrily.


    It''s just a young man with an extraordinary peak and a half immortal realm. This kind of friar can catch a large number of people in the Zhenwu immortal realm. Even if he seems to have practiced an unparalleled technique of breath collection, even if he has something to rely on, it''s difficult to turn over much waves.


    The cultivation of immortality determines strength. Without the cultivation of Xianjun realm, you can''t be a master at all. Moreover, Xianjun can''t come in this barren mountain forbidden area.


    To Senluo, as long as he is not Xianjun, he is not afraid of anyone, including Fang Baiyu, the first true disciple of Yuhua sect.


    Yang Xuan rarely talked nonsense. He looked around at Senluo, waiting for Leng and others and said, "it''s useless to say more. Let''s go together. When I kill you, I have to go elsewhere to collect the fruits of time. I don''t have time to waste time with you."


    It''s just a group of true fairyland friars. Yang Xuan naturally won''t pay attention to it. Although he hasn''t broken through to true fairyland, his strength is far beyond his cultivation.


    It can be said that as long as he is not facing a fairy king, he will not be in any danger. Whether Xianjun or Xiansheng, he can run even if he can''t fight, and no one can keep him.


    The great void skill is equipped with the wings of Kunpeng. His speed is not vegetarian. In addition, he also has the heaven swallowing talisman, which can collect all his Qi. Even if outsiders want to find him, it is very difficult, so they are fearless.


    "The madman wants to die!"


    "Something like an ant. I think you''re really impatient."


    "Elder martial brother Senluo, wait a minute. Younger martial brother, I''ll go and take him down for you and let you go."


    Many blood floating door friars were livid and angry. If someone tried to make a move, they would start.


    Among them, apart from Senluo and Hou Leng, their cultivation has reached the triple heaven of true fairyland. If they can''t even deal with a half fairy, it will make people laugh.


    "Stop it. It''s not easy. I have to deal with it myself."


    Senro waved his hand and strode towards Yang Xuan. "Your breath gathering skill is very extraordinary. If you are willing to give it to me, I can promise to keep you a whole corpse."


    "Have you explained all your last words?"


    As soon as Yang Xuan said this, even Senluo was angered.


    "Toast and don''t eat and drink. Anyway, I will personally break your hands and feet, cut off your tongue, and then use the art of soul searching and memory elimination to find what I want from your brain."


    "Well, you can come and try."


    Yang Xuan was motionless and calm.


    He became a saint in his body. Even if he didn''t use other means, he could kill real immortals with his strong physique. Why should he be afraid of a senro?


    This senro may be a Tianjiao in the blood floating gate, and can also be called the leader of the young generation in this immortal region. However, it can not threaten him, let alone attract his attention.


    The immortal realm is vast, and there are many experts. But the higher the realm, the more difficult it is to see, because those people spend most of their time in latent cultivation and enlightenment, but they don''t have time to walk.


    "Die!"


    Senluo''s killing intention soared all over. Suddenly, he sacrificed the Xuanyin ghost flag. The Xuanyin ghost flag met the storm, rushed out of the ferocious ghosts all over the sky, and frantically jumped at Yang Xuan. In a moment, Yang Xuan was surrounded by heaven and earth, and became a ghost land.


    "Xuefumen, but they want to use the ghost tools of his sect. You might as well join Xuanyin sect."


    Yang Xuan ridiculed, and a spirit turned into a storm, crushing the evil spirits around him and Howling bitterly.


    The evil spirits at this head are all refined from the souls of friars in the real fairyland. The best way to deal with them is to forcibly destroy their souls with spiritual power.


    "I didn''t expect you to have such a strong mind and practice such a powerful spiritual secret!"


    Senluo was surprised, his look became dignified, and his body only flickered. The man came to Yang Xuan and punched him to kill him. With one punch, the Qi of blood evil spirit was like a boundless sea of blood, which was very terrible.


    "You shouldn''t have fought me hand to hand."


    Yang Xuan shook his head, five fingers into claws, broke the blood evil spirit that came to his face, and accurately grasped Senluo''s fist.


    Bang!


    There was a dull noise when the fist and claw collided. Then Senluo was shocked to find that his fist was tightly fastened by Yang Xuan in front of him with his bare hands.