"Kill the immortal!"
These two ancient characters are obviously engraved. Even after a long time, they still haven''t disappeared, revealing the terrible gas of deforestation.
In a trance, Yang Xuan could even vaguely see that someone killed the four sides with a sword, stained the galaxy with blood, and killed an unknown number of fairies. The whole sword was full of blood and cold.
Obviously, this killing fairy sword was born for killing. It is a real killer!
Yan Emperor lowered his head and glanced. His voice turned cold in vain. He said, "the sword is a good sword, but he followed the wrong master."
"What exactly is the owner of this sword?"
Emperor Yan was indifferent, easy-going and never easy to express his happiness and anger, but at the moment, Yang Xuan could clearly feel the unforgettable hatred in Emperor Yan''s eyes, and his heart suddenly had a bit of speculation.
It is said that Emperor Yan once killed a holy land clan alone. In Yang Xuan''s opinion, nine times out of ten, the Holy Land clan had something to do with the owner of the sword.
"This sword originated from the Xiao family, and the dead man should be an Immortal Emperor of the Xiao family."
Emperor Yan said, "the Xiao family is a big family in ancient times. There are dozens of monks at the Immortal Emperor level. There are several immortal saints sitting on it all the year round. They are the overlord of ancient times. Even Shenshan and Tiandao holy courtyard dare not easily provoke them."
Speaking of this, Emperor Yan was silent and continued to speak for a long time, but his voice became colder and colder. "It was this family that killed my taiguyan family, but this family finally paid a price for it."
"Master, did you destroy the Xiao family?"
Yang Xuan asked, he is also a person who must take revenge. Even if Emperor Yan really killed the whole Xiao family, he wouldn''t feel anything wrong.
The hatred of extermination must be repaid with blood.
If it were him, I''m afraid he would kill him like Emperor Yan. He would turn the world upside down, with blood flowing into a river and no light in the sun and moon
"An ancient family like the Xiao family has many branches and rich heritage. It can be said that it can be destroyed. Although I destroyed the ancestral land of the Xiao family as a teacher, it is inevitable that some fish will survive."
After a pause, Emperor Yan suddenly snorted coldly and said, "just now there are some friars of the Xiao family on the burning God star. If you encounter them later, you don''t have to be merciful."
"I see."
Yang Xuan said that the purpose of the Xiao family friar appearing on the burning God Star is nothing more than two. The first is to find the remains and treasures of his ancestors. Second, I''m afraid he has to go to the burning God Temple.
"Don''t worry about your work. With your strength, few people are your opponents on such a big burning God star."
Emperor Yan nodded and said, "throw away the sword in your hand. This killing immortal sword has long been abandoned. Let it and its master be buried here forever."
"OK!"
Yang Xuan didn''t say much either. As soon as his big hand was shocked, the killing immortal sword in his hand was shattered, and a terrible murderous spirit broke out.
The murderous spirit seemed to have been silent for too long. As soon as it came out, it was like a raging wave. It was crazy to oppress him and seemed to kill him.
"What can I do with this murderous spirit?"
Although Yang Xuan was not afraid, the great killing technique operated automatically. In a twinkling of an eye, he absorbed the Qi of killing and cutting, and his killing ability was greatly enhanced.
"I didn''t expect you to practice the killing skill of the killing temple!"
Yan Di''s eyes narrowed.
"The temple of killing?"
Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows. His great killing skill was learned from the great killing talisman, but he has never heard of any killing temple.
"At the beginning of ancient times, there was a mysterious sect that specialized in killing people. This sect was the temple of killing, and the supreme secret of this temple was the art of great killing. It is said that it was created by the founder of the temple of killing, Emperor Sha."
Emperor Yan said, "unfortunately, the great killing skill you practiced is not complete, and you don''t prove the Tao by killing. There''s no need to practice again. It''s not good for you."
"The master said so. The disciple will not practice in the future."
Yang xuandao.
Emperor Yan nodded slightly and said with emotion: "if you kill to prove the Tao and kill the emotion, you will eventually suffer from it. How can you talk about eternal life? Even the killing emperor, who is known as the first person under the great saint, finally stopped at the top of the Empire."
After that, he said, "although there are three thousand roads, all of them can prove the Tao, but if you really want to prove the eternal life, you can only have a chance to succeed if you put your feelings in your heart."
"In your heart?"
As soon as Yang Xuan''s eyes lit up, he took the sentimental way. Even if he stepped into the fairy way now, he never forgot his original heart.
"Your Tao is right. You can only adhere to the Tao if you adhere to the emotion. However, if you adhere to the emotion too much, you can''t cross yourself. If you adhere to the Tao too much, it''s difficult to cross others."
Emperor Yan said, "these can only be regarded as the Tao enlightenment of a teacher. Whether you can finally demonstrate the Tao depends on yourself. Being a teacher can''t help you too much."
"What did the master say? You''ve helped many disciples. I''m very grateful."
Yang Xuan bowed.
"You don''t have to be so polite if you''re my teacher and apprentice."
Emperor Yan waved his hand and threw an ancient order to Yang Xuan. He said, "take this order. It can not only guide you to the temple of inflammation, but also the key to open the temple of inflammation. It can let you enter it smoothly."
"What about master, don''t you go to the temple of inflammation?"
Yang Xuan was surprised.
"On the way here, the news that I was born has spread. I have to go outside the inflammatory world to clean up some unsightly guys."
Hearing Yan Emperor''s words, Yang Xuan suddenly said, "master, just go. If there are disciples, you will never allow any outsiders to step in the temple of inflammation."
Those who can let Emperor Yan do it himself must be the existence of Immortal Emperor level. In the face of those immortal powers, Yang Xuan can''t get involved at all.
"It''s not necessary. If someone really enters the temple of inflammation, there will only be no entry or exit. You don''t have to pay attention."
After leaving a word, Emperor Yan disappeared without a trace. As for Yang Xuan, he first looked at the burning God order in his hand, and then injected a divine idea into it. With the injection of his divine idea, a bright light came from the distance. Although it flashed away, it was noticed by Yang Xuan.
"It seems that that''s where the temple of inflammation is!"
Yang Xuan whispered and hurried all the way along the direction of the light. Along the way, there were human bones everywhere. Occasionally, he could see some huge ruins. There were broken walls, birds and animals flying away. There was almost nothing, empty and dead.
This is Yanshen star. As the ancestral land of the ancient Yanzu, it has long lost its former glory. The whole land presents a strange maroon, which seems to be invaded by endless blood, especially killing and cold.
Of course, this was just what Yang Xuan saw with his naked eyes. When he radiated his mind, the figure of immortal friars gradually appeared thousands of miles away.
Moreover, the number of shennian is obviously increasing. They are wearing a variety of clothes, ranging from the real fairyland to the fairyland. They are all exploring around the burning God star in an attempt to search for treasures.