"Master, that''s him!"


    At this moment, the emperor standing on one side suddenly shouted.


    "That''s him?" the old man wondered in his eyes, "what is he?"


    He didn''t continue to think about it because of him at this time. It has come to Yang Xuan.


    Wait and ask him what he''s talking about. The child always has no end.


    The old man thought to himself.


    The ice crystal is shining with charming brilliance.


    A huge iceberg pressed down on Yang Xuan, with the momentum of freezing everything.


    Hiss!


    In the howling of the cold wind, a faint light sound could not be suppressed, clear and fast..


    When the ice crystal disappeared, the old man slowly lowered his head and stared at the huge ice edge from his chest.


    Blood rushed out of the wound, flowed down the old man''s body, and gathered at his feet into a pool of blood.


    "This... This is not... Impossible..." gradually, a strong disbelief appeared on the old man''s face. He widened his eyes and opened his mouth. It seemed that he still couldn''t believe everything in front of him.


    "Teacher..." the emperor was stunned and swallowed all the remaining words.


    He rubbed his eyes hard. When the dazzling blood came into his eyes again, he finally believed that it was not an illusion.


    "Master!" the Emperor gave a sad cry, rushed over and took the old man in his arms.


    "You... Who the hell are you?" the old man struggled and endured the sharp pain.


    "It''s just a debtor." Yang Xuan said faintly.


    The old man smiled bitterly. As an elder of the false god realm in the ice palace in Northern Xinjiang, he never thought that he didn''t even know the name of the enemy before he died.


    Strong dizziness came, and the old man said the last word before falling into the dark completely:


    "Run!"


    The apprentice didn''t run. Looking at the master who had closed his eyes forever in his arms, his body trembled slightly.


    "Why?" he put down the master''s body and stood up slowly, his voice full of hatred.


    "Nothing, just paying the debt. You should know who it is!" said Yang Xuan, coming out of the darkness.


    "You... Are you white?" the apprentice exclaimed.


    "It''s me. Where are the others in the ice palace?" Yang Xuan asked.


    "Hehe, hehe, it''s really you!" the disciple smiled miserably. From the moment he knew Yang Xuan''s identity, he knew he couldn''t go.


    "Where are the others?" Yang Xuan asked again: "and, give up the cultivation method of Zhicheng skill!"


    The apprentice still smiled miserably: "I didn''t expect to go around and return to the origin. When Yang Qingshi failed, I smelled a trace of danger. However, at that time, my sincere skill was just getting started and failed to find the corresponding clues. It was regrettable that you became the climate."


    The imperial palace of Guzhen country is very large, and the bedroom to the East is also very large. It can be seen that he likes all big things.


    But the silence brought by this huge emptiness makes the sound of blood dripping on the ground in the old man particularly clear.


    Tick!


    Tick!


    ……


    The apprentice suddenly felt a little flustered. I don''t know why, the original hatred that was not strong in his heart also disappeared without a trace.


    Silence!


    I don''t know how long it took, Yang Xuan suddenly took a long breath.


    "Do you mean that the ice palace intervened in the affairs of the Yang family?" Yang Xuan''s voice was not cold, far less cold than the blood on the ground.


    The disciple was silent. He regretted that he had said something wrong.


    People always say wrong things. Some mistakes are harmless, some have serious consequences, and some will die, and many people will die.


    His words seem to belong to the last.


    Hoo!


    A gust of wind blew, and the apprentice involuntarily flew forward and was pinched by Yang Xuan''s throat.


    A peak of entering the Tao is like a mole ant in Yang Xuan''s hand.


    "Say!" Yang Xuan said only one word, and his eyes were very calm.


    The disciple is silent. One can''t make mistakes again and again.


    He became successful in cultivating the way of sincerity and keenly felt the killing under Yang Xuanping''s quiet eyes.


    Blood, fire!


    Blood and fire, like a demon.


    His body began to tremble slightly.


    Click!


    One arm was separated from the body, and the white stubble jumped on the ground several times, like a spring of blood.


    At the beginning of his apprenticeship, he once killed a mortal who offended his family.


    At that time, he also pulled off people''s arms like today.


    "It hurts so much..." the disciple was sweating.


    The apprentice almost fainted in pain. He was closed for cultivation. He was even inferior to ordinary people in this regard.


    "Say!" Yang Xuan''s eyes began to congest and a word jumped out of his teeth.


    The apprentice bit his teeth and was silent.


    Click!


    After a light sound, the disciple couldn''t help shouting.


    There was an arm on the nearby column, and the blood flowed down the column and dyed the ground red.


    "Bold madman, don''t let go of your majesty." a large number of soldiers rushed in madly.


    "Get out!"


    Yang Xuan roared like a huge thunder, shaking the whole hall.


    Boom!


    All the soldiers who had just poured in turned into rolling gourds and rushed out.


    The huge scream sounded like a tide outside the hall. The apprentice''s face was pale and cold sweat.


    "Say!" Yang Xuan asked the same question for the third time.


    "Let him go, I''ll tell you!" a voice came in from outside the hall.


    A woman who looks more than four years old, with long skirt, black hair and excellent demeanor.


    When the woman entered the hall, she didn''t even look at the body on the ground, but looked at Yang Xuan faintly.


    Click!


    The disciple''s eyes stood out, and the joy that had just appeared in his eyes was completely replaced by shock and fear. He seemed to have never thought that Yang Xuan really dared to kill him in front of his ancestors.


    The woman frowned, shook her head and said, "white, you''re in big trouble. There are only five disciples practicing the way of sincerity in the whole Ice Palace. If you kill him, the ice palace will live with you."


    "Say!" Yang Xuan said the same word for the fourth time.


    "In fact, it''s nothing. When we got the news that the Yang family had an artifact Jiulong stove and couldn''t find it, we instigated Yang Qingshi to rebel, tried to control the Yang family and look for it slowly, but then we gave up the plan because of other things."


    Silence!


    Yang Xuan closed his eyes!


    "I see!" after a while, Yang Xuan said.


    Silence!


    His father Yang Qingtian appeared in front of him.


    Yang Xuan smiled and shook his head.


    "Are you looking for revenge from my ice palace?" the woman was funny and disdainful.


    "No!" Yang Xuan smiled with a cold smile: "I want to remove ice palace from the world."


    "Ha, do you know what you''re talking about?" the woman disdained: "do you know what kind of Ice Palace exists?"


    "I don''t know!" Yang Xuan looked at her and took the first step: "I don''t need to know."


    "Hum, ignorance!" the woman said coldly, "even if you are the son of heaven, you have to pay for killing the people in my ice palace."


    "Oh, the price?" Yang Xuan still walked to the woman with a steady pace: "this is the price."


    "What?" the woman was dull for a moment.


    The next moment, the end came, and the whole hall fell into a sea of fire.