Those who dare to cross this line, die!


    Boom!


    Everyone''s eyes focused on Yang Xuan.


    This sentence was not the first time that people heard it, nor was it the first time that Yang Xuan said it. However, this time, it was not against ordinary martial artists, but against a Shinto elder.


    Under the Shinto, all are mole ants!


    That''s true.


    Although there are tens of thousands of martial arts here, even if everyone rushes forward and faces a Shinto, they still don''t see enough. That''s why people don''t dare to cross the line.


    Because the demon God on the stone is really capable and determined to kill tens of thousands of martial artists.


    But Shinto is different. Once you enter Shinto, you will be carefree from now on.


    When a warrior enters the Tao, understands the Tao, and finally steps into the realm of Shinto, he is separated from the mundane, which is the peak of Wu Tao.


    Now, in front of them, Yang Xuan said to Shinto for the first time. Those who cross the line die.


    Everyone is waiting to see.


    He Yiyuan was silent. At the same time, he finally knew that Baiqi was a madman, a madman who didn''t speak any reason.


    The best way to deal with such a madman is to crush him into powder and never live again.


    "In vain, others say you have stepped into the realm of emptiness, and they say you can be on an equal footing with the star sword Yi changjue, but I don''t believe it." he Yiyuan''s eyes gradually become cold and full of killing opportunities.


    He slowly raised his feet and walked towards the line drawn by Yang Xuan. He exuded a strong momentum and rose into the sky, stirring the wind and cloud.


    "White, now I''m going to cross this line. I''ll see how you kill me."


    He couldn''t walk fast, step by step. With each step, his momentum rose a bit.


    Yang Xuan''s eyes fell behind he Yiyuan, where a high mountain appeared from the void, towering and crushing the void.


    In the end, everyone was stunned. In their eyes, they saw the virtual shadow of the huge mountain behind he Yiyuan and the huge momentum that covered the world.


    "This... This is the Shinto. It''s terrible!" Yu Hongmei opened her mouth wide and her expression was dull.


    "Shinto..." Chen Ping''s face was also surprised, but more, it was envy and longing.


    Wu Wenyin was under a tree and looked at the high mountain in the air. His face was very pale and couldn''t say a word.


    Even if he was hundreds of meters away from Juli, he could still feel the terrible smell emanating from the high mountain. Under this breath, he was like a grain of dust.


    Everyone felt the same as the three of them. At this moment, everyone understood the sentence more clearly: under the Shinto, there are mole ants.


    The people behind he Yiyuan are retreating, and their eyes show respect. As the Shinto elder of Changkong gate, he Yiyuan has not made an exception for many years. On the one hand, he Yiyuan made an exception because of the death of seven inner gate disciples, but more because of his white name.


    Bai Qi''s name is so loud that he Yiyuan is happy to see it.


    When he Yiyuan''s momentum rose to a peak, he had come outside the circle, only one step away from the line.


    At this time, Yang Xuan suddenly sighed and said, "have you really thought about it? Crossing the line is death!"


    Facing Yang Xuan''s problem, he Yiyuan''s eyes didn''t change. He just raised his feet and settled down!


    This step, fell in the circle!


    Boom!


    The mountain crushed the void and came to Yang Xuan''s head.


    Even Yang Xuan could see trees and streams on the mountains.


    He sighed again.


    Who can enter the Shinto, who has not experienced countless lives and deaths, and who is not a strong willed person, how can he turn away in a few words?


    He Yi was the first, but he will never be the last. I''m afraid from now on, we''ll have to change the name here.


    Because many Shinto masters will fall here.


    He Yiyuan stepped into the circle. Everyone didn''t even dare to breathe. He held his breath and opened his eyes wide for fear of missing any detail.


    When the mountain came down, he Yiyuan''s eyes flashed. This move was his most powerful blow and the embodiment of all his Tao meaning.


    Although he showed disdain for Baiqi, he never dared to despise it in his heart. There was no virtual scholar under his fame. Yang Xuan could shake the whole Oriental earth. He had few brushes under his hand. He was the first to distrust it.


    Therefore, as soon as he makes a move, he is the strongest blow, that is, the best blow.


    He would crush Yang Xuan with one blow, so that he would never turn over.


    He has this confidence.


    But the next moment, his face suddenly appeared stunned, because there was another mountain on his Daoyi mountain, which was higher and larger than his Daoyi mountain.


    If the meaning of his Tao is to crush the void and shake the earth, then the mountain from Yang Xuan itself is heaven and earth.


    Under the pressure of high mountains, he Yiyuan''s Tao is intended to instantly turn into fragments, the mountains collapse, the trees dry up, and the streams cross.


    This has nothing to do with the size of power. It is completely the rolling of Tao and meaning, the rolling of realm.


    Poof!


    A mouthful of blood gushed out of he Yiyuan''s mouth.


    The consternation on his face disappeared and was replaced by a deep fear.


    "No, it''s impossible! How can you break my meaning?" he shouted wildly, completely lost the composure of the Shinto master, completely lost the demeanor of the Shinto master, and became like a child who lost his beloved toy.


    His Taoist ideas were broken by Yang Xuan, which completely subverted his world outlook and his common sense.


    How is this possible? How is it possible?


    He doesn''t believe it, and he can''t believe it.


    In the face of he Yiyuan''s madness, Yang Xuan''s eyes were still very flat. He didn''t answer he Yiyuan''s question, but gently pressed down the mountain.


    Boom!


    Heaven and earth shake, and the void is broken!


    Everyone felt as if they were caught in a magnitude 12 earthquake. They couldn''t stand stably and turned into a rolling gourd.


    With fear on her face, she pulled Luo Yi back quickly. Even so, she felt like a leaf in the wind. She couldn''t help it. It seemed that she would be involved in the next moment, torn into pieces, and there was no residue left.


    At this moment, she was very glad that she had not crossed the line. Otherwise, she would have become a pile of meat foam.


    Luo Yi''s face was dull. At the moment she saw Yang Xuan''s mountain crushing the void, she had completely lost her ability to move. If she hadn''t been gently relieved and pulled her back quickly, I''m afraid she would have turned into dust under that momentum.


    When the mountain fell, he Yiyuan disappeared under the mountain and turned into a faint stroke of Yang Xuanfeng''s great achievement.


    Until the moment before his death, he Yiyuan couldn''t believe it. He died here and in Baiqi''s hands.


    "Maybe I shouldn''t come or cross that line!" he Yiyuan muttered at the last moment of his life.


    This became the last thought of his life.


    He Yiyuan died. The Shinto master from Changkong gate died and became the first Shinto in the whole northwest who died in the hands of Yang Xuan.


    The black bead sent a wave, without any accident, and absorbed the power of he Yiyuan''s soul.


    As early as when Yang Xuan killed hundreds of people with one move, he had driven Heizhu to start eating.


    Now that the killing has begun, what else is he polite.


    As a Shinto master, he Yiyuan''s soul is so powerful that Yang Xuan will not let go.


    He wanted to see what would happen when the black bead absorbed enough soul power.