The woman''s name is Yu Hanrong, the elder of ice palace. She is the second level cultivation of Xu God.
As a divine realm master, she fought all her life. She didn''t know how many enemies died under his hands, but at the moment, she was stunned.
Flames, red flames everywhere.
A huge flame rose up, drowning the woman and swallowing the void.
"Ha ha!" Yang Xuan''s laughter came out of the fire, strange and bloodthirsty.
"Die! I will burn your soul in a black flame and let you die in pain."
Yu Hanrong, who had been surrounded by flames, seemed to have a sea of corpses in front of her. The strong smell of blood came from the dazzling red, which made her body tremble.
"It''s impossible, it''s impossible!"
The next moment, Yu Hanrong shouted wildly, his face full of fear and disbelief: "how can you have such a high cultivation? It''s impossible."
The flame swallowed the sky, and nine red dragons appeared around Yang Xuan standing in the flame. They opened their teeth and claws and ate people.
Yang Xuan''s face was full of ferocity, and his eyes had turned red, blood red.
Boom!
A dragon suddenly left Yang Xuan''s side, opened his mouth and swallowed it directly to Yu Hanrong.
"No, you can''t do that." Yu Hanrong shouted wildly, his voice full of fear, no longer calm.
Before she really fought with Yang Xuan, she could never imagine how terrible Yang Xuan was.
At this time, she knew, but it was too late.
At the moment before her death, an unprecedented trace of regret appeared in her heart.
If
There is no if in this world, there is no if, and Yang Xuan did not believe in if for a long time.
Yu Hanrong died, but the flame in Yang Xuan''s eyes still didn''t disperse.
The disciple was caught from the ground by him. After a Reiki was sent into his body, he opened his eyes again, who was already on the verge of death.
"What''s your name?" Yang Xuan''s voice seemed to come from outside the jiuxiao cloud, cold and bloodthirsty.
The apprentice was in a trance and answered involuntarily, "my name is Kong Ankang."
"Speak the most sincere skill." Nine Dragons hovered behind Yang Xuan, making him like a God.
Kong Ankang was awake for a moment. He opened his eyes, but what he saw was Yang Xuan''s completely black eyes.
At the next moment, the darkness expanded infinitely and surrounded Kong Ankang.
A moment later, Yang Xuan threw Kong Ankang''s body on the ground.
Sincere skill!
The most sincere skill from Kong Ankang made his eyes flash.
The way of sincerity can be known before.
This is another skill related to the avenue of heaven and earth after he borrowed swordsmanship.
This kind of supreme skill is no longer about cultivation of truth or martial arts. This is the direct application of "Tao"!
Like swordsmanship, people who create sincere skills are really peerless geniuses.
From the infinite possibilities, pick up the shadow of time, so as to spy on the future and cultivate the most sincere skill to the highest depth. I''m afraid it can be known before.
After a long breath, Yang Xuan''s eyes were full of killing intention.
He will make the ice palace in Northern Xinjiang bleed and remove her from the world.
He will let everyone know that he can''t touch Yang Xuan''s inverse scale!
"Bold madman, don''t let go of your majesty!"
The figure outside the main hall shook, and the guards of the whole Imperial Palace came here and surrounded the emperor''s bedroom.
Yang Xuan waved his sleeves, the bodies and blood on the ground disappeared, and he had turned into an eastward appearance before the army rushed in.
Bang!
The door of the hall was smashed open, and countless loyal soldiers rushed in regardless of life and death.
"Your Majesty... Your majesty! Are you all right?" the general who took the lead in rushed in stunned at Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan nodded and said, "step back. The thief has stepped back and strengthened the alert in the palace."
After the soldiers withdrew, Yang Xuan left the palace quietly.
Before long, he came back again. With a shake of his hand, a man appeared in front of him.
"Guzhen country is yours." Yang Xuan asked lightly.
"Obey God!" the man knelt on the ground and dared not lift his head.
Yang Xuan didn''t have any more nonsense. He pointed at the center of his eyebrows.
After several breaths, the emperor of Guzhen came eastward. No, gudonglai appeared in front of him.
He is a member of the huangquan sect. He is a hypocrite. He is used to guard the ancient Zhen country. How about that.
Yang Xuan settled down again and disappeared into the hall.
Three hundred miles away from the capital of Guzhen, Yang Xuan, who was speeding, stopped with a shock.
His face grew dignified.
He stood quietly in the void, as if stunned, as if he was feeling something.
No wind, no sound.
The sun falls, but there is no warmth, giving people a cold feeling.
As time passed, Yang Xuan still didn''t move, but beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
I don''t know how long, suddenly a wind blew through his hair.
"I''ve been waiting for you for a long time." an old voice came out of the void.
A pair of hands suddenly appeared in the void in front of Yang Xuan and tore it out. One side of the void was instantly torn, revealing a big black hole.
The next moment, an old man came out of the void.
Yang Xuan still didn''t move. The feeling of being imprisoned still didn''t disappear.
Tear the void with your bare hands. This is
True divine realm.
Looking at the unique pattern on the old man''s dark red cloth, Yang Xuan took a deep breath.
He already knows the identity of the visitor.
"Blood corpse ancestor?" he asked.
The old man nodded, and the void crack behind him disappeared: "I''ve seen the son of heaven."
Yang Xuan didn''t speak. He didn''t expect to meet the blood corpse ancestor here.
"Your Highness, don''t be surprised." the blood corpse ancestor seemed to know what Yang Xuan was thinking, smiled and said: "Your Highness is too busy recently. I ran around for several times, so I intercepted your highness here."
After a pause, he seemed to sigh: "it takes too much power to carry out void displacement. If I hadn''t been in a hurry to see your highness, I wouldn''t have used void displacement several times."
"Void displacement?" Yang Xuan asked.
The blood corpse ancestor didn''t have the evil spirit in his name. Instead, he explained like a kind old man: "that''s something you can master only when you promote the true God realm. Your highness doesn''t know if you haven''t been promoted to the true God realm."
"Are you here to kill me?" Yang Xuan suddenly asked.
The blood corpse ancestor nodded without hesitation and said, "yes, your highness and my corpse hall have deep grievances, coupled with excellent talent and amazing cultivation speed. If your highness inherits the throne of Saint in the future, the life of my corpse hall must be difficult. It''s better to kill your highness and finish it all."
Yang Xuan''s eyes narrowed: "kill me, you''re not afraid of the holy one''s sin."
"Not in the holy mountain, but outside, let''s say otherwise." the blood corpse ancestor still smiled: "the dead Qingtian Holy Son is naturally worthless."
Yang Xuan shook his finger and said, "what if you can''t kill it?"
The blood corpse ancestor smiled. He shook his head and said, "you don''t understand. You can''t kill."
"What if?" Yang Xuan''s fingers began to tremble slightly.
"Not in case." the blood corpse old ancestor smiled and shook his head: "as a virtual you don''t understand what is true."
Yang Xuan didn''t ask again. He just took another hard breath, and then slowly vomited out.
He knew that he might face the most dangerous war since his debut.
The aura surged wildly, and Yang Xuan''s eyes seemed to turn golden.
"What is true?" he said word by word.
A huge golden moon suddenly appeared in the sky.
"Is this true?" he stared at the blood corpse ancestor.
The next moment, he flexed his fingers.
Hoo!
The golden moon, like a hook, roared and cut off the blood corpse ancestor.