Just when the whole East was shocked by the news from the desert of death, Yang Xuan had left Dashen.


    Come on, come on!


    He has raised his speed to the extreme, but he still feels too slow.


    Yang Xuan felt that there was already a kind of uncontrollable madness in his heart.


    If you dare to touch the Yang family, from the poor to the yellow spring, I want you to cut off the blood of the Shen family from now on.


    At this moment, he was on the verge of madness.


    Yan state, Yang family in Taiping City.


    Looking at the enemies standing in the sky, Yang Qingshan looked desperate.


    "I ask you, which is Yang Xuan''s mother and where is it?"


    A voice came from the sky, like the majesty of heaven, full of sanctity and inviolability.


    Yang Qingshan looked up. On his head, he was an old man in white. His face was dignified and condescending, like looking at a group of mole ants.


    For a Shinto master in the false god realm, these people of the Yang family are just mole ants, which will be destroyed when they snap their fingers. Even if they were not that person, he would not know that there is a very weak Yang family in this world.


    Up to now, he still doesn''t believe that such a weak family has a Shinto master and a stirring Yang Xuan, or Bai Qi.


    So he came in person. He wanted to see what kind of family could produce such an earth shaking figure.


    However, he was disappointed. In the face of a group of mole ants, he was not even interested in giving them a ride by hand.


    Facing the question of the man in white, Yang Qingshan smiled bitterly and bowed his hand: "senior, Yang Xuan left the Yang family many years ago, and his mother has died."


    The man in white showed ridicule in his eyes.


    A mole ant dares to lie in front of him. He really doesn''t know how to live or die.


    "I''ll give you another chance to hand over Yang Xuan''s mother." he opened his mouth faintly, without even a trace of killing intention, but the surrounding air seemed to freeze suddenly.


    Yang Qingshan''s face was pale. He felt that his heart was grasped by a huge claw. It was so painful that he couldn''t even breathe.


    Bean''s sweat rolled down from his forehead. Yang Qingshan tightly covered his chest and struggled to say, "predecessors, Yang Xuan''s mother has died."


    "Hum!"


    The man in white gave a cold hum!


    Boom!


    This cold hum, like a thunderclap, exploded in Yang Qingshan''s ears and in the ears of the Yang family, and the brains of the people were buzzing.


    After a long time, the people came back to God, but the next moment, they shouted at the same time.


    "Master!"


    Several Yang family elders raided Yang Qingshan''s side at the same time, but found that Yang Qingshan had bled in his seven orifices and stopped breathing.


    "Master!" the elder Yang Zhendong uttered a sad cry.


    The head of the family died, and Yang Qingshan, the head of the Yang family, died. At this moment, all the Yang people''s brains were blank and lost their ability to think.


    "Father!"


    Yang Jiaxue gave a cry of cuckoo''s blood, staggered out, knelt down next to Yang Qingshan''s body and fainted.


    Yang Qingshu shouted angrily and rushed out directly.


    "Green tree, come back!" the Third Elder Yang Zhenbei roared and pulled Yang green tree over.


    "Third uncle..." Yang Qingshu looked angry and struggled.


    Yang Zhen roared at Yang Qingshu in the North: "do you want the Yang family to be destroyed?"


    Yang Qingshu was stunned. After a long time, he beat the ground hard and knelt next to Yang Qingshan''s body.


    The eyes of the man in white were still bland and incomparable. He didn''t seem to be interested in everything in front of him. He said faintly: "hand over Yang Xuan''s mother, or die!"


    As soon as the word "death" came out, the whole world seemed to make a sound of Xiao killing at the same time, stirring back and forth around the Yang family.


    Yang Jiaqiang looked pale and smiled miserably.


    He looked at the body of the owner Yang Qingshan not far away, and his brain was blank.


    As a congenital master, the head of the family is not the enemy of the enemy. How can they keep the Yang family?


    "Brother, is the Yang family coming to an end?" the Yang family standing on one side was like him. There was no blood on his face, and even his voice trembled.


    Pop!


    Yang Jiaqiang suddenly turned around and slapped some of the Yang family in the face. The Yang family fell directly to the ground with a blank face.


    He didn''t understand why his brother beat him.


    "You try again?" Yang Jiaqiang''s face was ferocious, like a fierce beast that wanted to choose people to eat, staring at Yang Jiayou fiercely.


    The Yang family felt a great fear in their hearts. He had never seen his brother like this.


    "I... I..." he stammered, but dared not say another word.


    Yang Jiaqiang looked at him with a ferocious look. He said it to him and to himself: "as long as that person is there, even if we are all dead, the Yang family will not end."


    "That man?" the Yang family''s eyes lit up and became brighter and brighter.


    Yes, as long as he is there, the Yang family will never fall.


    After hearing Yang Jiaqiang''s words, all the Yang''s disciples, who were originally gray and full of despair, brightened their eyes and rekindled hope.


    Yes, as long as that man is there, the Yang family will not perish.


    Yang Gong stood behind the crowd. He looked blankly at the corpse of the owner not far away.


    After looking at each other, his parents saw the color of determination from each other''s eyes. Then, they quietly blocked Yang Gong''s body.


    Yang Jiaxue woke up. She knelt down and stared at her father''s body. She didn''t seem to believe that her father, who had been standing like a high mountain, went like this.


    At this moment, a figure was always shaking in front of her eyes.


    That is the God of the Yang family, that is the heaven of the Yang family.


    "Where are you? You know what? The Yang family can''t hold on." she muttered, tears rolling in her eyes.


    The few remaining elders of the Yang family also looked defeated at this time. The strength of the enemy made them desperate and suffocated them.


    At this time, a person appeared in their hearts.


    "Where are you?" their hearts were desperate and full of hope.


    Yang Qingshu looked at the people in white standing in the air and the powerful enemies around him. His eyes were full of anger and unwilling.


    The fist had been tightly clenched, and even the palm was bleeding, but he didn''t know it at all.


    The same moan came out of his heart.


    "Where are you?"


    The man in white stood quietly and condescended.


    Looking at his feet like mole ants, no, the Yang family, who are weaker than Lou Yi, showed a trace of disdain in his eyes, and then shook his head.


    To deal with such a weak family, he was sent out as a master of the false god realm. He was really overqualified.


    After shaking his head slightly, he said faintly, "who is Yang Xuan''s mother? Stand up by yourself."


    No one said a word.


    The man in white smiled, but there was a flash of ridicule in his eyes. The next moment, his right hand slightly grabbed forward, and a young Yang family disciple had been caught by him.


    "If you point out Yang Xuan''s mother, I won''t kill you." he smiled and looked kind.


    The young disciple was only on the fifth floor the day after tomorrow. At this time, he looked at the man in white and trembled with fear: "I... I don''t know."


    "Click!" the man in white closed his fingers. The Yang family disciple''s neck had been pinched, and there was no breath at all.