"Iron man?" Su zhenchen was confused.


    "A local tyrant, a mortal," Yang Xuan explained.


    "Mortal?" Su zhenchen is very strange. Can mortals compare with him?


    "Although he was a mortal, he invented a set of powerful armor, armed his whole body and could match the gods." Yang Xuan said, and then told him the story of the avenger alliance in a few words.


    "Ha, this Xiake of iron and steel is also a fool. He has such powerful armor. He always wants to save others. Can''t he live for himself?" Su zhenchen''s face disdained.


    Yang Xuanshen nodded: "in fact, I think so, but if he is not such a person, there will not be so many people like him."


    "In short, it''s a fool!" Su zhenchen made the final comment.


    If Tony Stark knew someone had made such a comment on him, but he didn''t know how to look.


    "What are you doing with this?" Su zhenchen finally reacted and pulled away from Yang Xuan.


    "Heal!" Yang Xuanli said of course, "delay time and heal!"


    "You..." Su zhenchen was furious.


    Yang Xuan shook his arm. The wound had completely healed and the bones had long been intact.


    "Your strength..." he looked at Su zhenchen and said slowly.


    Hula!


    Behind him, two long wings, black and white, suddenly appeared. The long wings stretched, and the whole hall turned into fly ash and disappeared into invisibility.


    Night has fallen, no stars, no moon, the world is dark and desolate.


    The wings flickered gently. Yang Xuanling stood empty and condescending, looking at Su zhenchen faintly.


    "Your strength is like armor. Although powerful, it doesn''t belong to you." he said slowly, his eyes full of pity: "you are just a puppet, a poor bastard who doesn''t know he is a puppet."


    "You... Nonsense!" Su zhenchen roared, "I''ll kill you."


    As soon as the voice fell, he turned into a black light and shadow and rushed to Yang Xuan.


    The wings fluttered, one left and one right, like heaven and earth closing together, fixing the light and shadow rushing in the void.


    "I''ll kill you!" Su zhenchen still roared, his face black.


    "You can''t kill me!" Yang Xuan said faintly, then stretched out his hand and grabbed it gently.


    Like a giant whale absorbing water, the thick black fog was caught by Yang Xuan from Su zhenchen, like taking away a black gauze.


    For a moment, Su zhenchen''s face became extremely ferocious and desperate, like a dying fish, opened his mouth and tried to find the nonexistent water vapor.


    "You... You bastard, you... What did you do? What did you... Do?" Su zhenchen was crazy and desperate, bleeding from his seven orifices.


    "I didn''t do anything. I just took off your armor." Yang Xuan said faintly with his black gauze clothes.


    "You... You... Give it back to me." Su zhenchen, who was bleeding from his seven orifices, struggled and roared, but he couldn''t earn that pair of black and white wings.


    Yang Xuan smiled. The black-and-white wings disappeared. Su zhenchen fell directly to the ground. However, at the moment when he touched the ground, a black branch stretched out from the ground and lifted Su zhenchen up.


    The next moment, the ground trembled, and a locust tree occupying the sky and the earth broke through the ground, shattered the void and stood under the night sky.


    Fortunately, I don''t know what means Su zhenchen used before. At this time, the palace is empty. Otherwise, I''m afraid many people will faint at such a strange and powerful scene.


    Yang Xuanshun, standing high above the tree crown, threw his black gauze clothes onto the locust tree.


    The locust tree clearly understood what it was, and two thick branches met it, like a pair of arms, gently picked up the black gauze clothes.


    At this time, Su zhenchen gradually calmed down. He stared at an unknown place and seemed to have something strange flashing in his eyes.


    The black yarn disappeared, and the smell on the locust tree began to change and rise.


    Yang Xuan ignored the evolving locust tree. He just looked at Su zhenchen hanging on the branch.


    After a long time, he suddenly asked, "do you understand?"


    Su zhenchen''s body shook, his eyes refocused and fell on Yang Xuan.


    "I..." he spit out a word, but he didn''t go on.


    "It seems that you really understand." Yang Xuan sighed.


    "I......" Su zhenchen''s face changed from pale to red, from red to black. After several changes, he returned to pale again.


    "I see!" he muttered to himself, dejected: "it turns out that I''m just someone else''s puppet."


    Yang Xuan nodded: "just understand! What''s your plan? I mean... Last words."


    Su zhenchen, who has lost his strength, can no longer maintain the integrity of his soul. He is about to dissipate and the immortal can''t be saved.


    The dark god has preserved his soul for a hundred years by unknown means. At this moment, he loses his power, and the power that has been protecting his soul also disappears.


    "There are no last words!" Su zhenchen smiled bitterly, laboriously untied the corpse heart jade in his hand and threw it at Yang Xuan.


    Corpse Xinyu didn''t lose much, but she began to fall. However, she was picked up by a slender branch and sent to Yang Xuan.


    "The way to open the corpse heart jade is engraved on the inside!" Su zhenchen''s eyes have floated to the distance, confused.


    Yang Xuan looked slightly. There were some small words on the inner side of the Black Bracelet.


    After wearing the corpse heart jade on his left wrist, Yang Xuan looked at Su zhenchen and asked, "what else to say."


    "Can you give me back that picture?" Su zhenchen didn''t take back his eyes. He still looked at an unknown place with a smile on his face.


    Without hesitation, Yang Xuan sent the picture to Su zhenchen and unfolded it.


    Su zhenchen took back his eyes and looked at the people in the painting. There was a glittering flash in the corners of his eyes.


    Imperial Palace, ruins, black locust tree, Su zhenchen, picture scroll


    It forms a new picture scroll full of strange but beautiful feeling.


    Somehow, Yang Xuan suddenly felt that he seemed to have returned to the cliff. On the opposite side of the cliff, he flew down 3000 feet.


    The high spirited Su zhenchen knelt down on one knee in front of the barefoot, but the white clothes were better than the snow, holding up his hands


    This is a beautiful picture!


    Yang Xuan sighed and waved.


    The red flame lit up all over the sky, like a farewell sunset, reflecting half of the sky.


    In the flame, a sigh came out, pulling out an ethereal word of thanks.


    Locust hair new branches, but it is still black, like scorched thoughts, crooked, growing out of the dense thorns.


    Yang Xuan saw a new green from the charred black.


    I just don''t know if it''s an illusion.


    But the stretch of locust leaves, which are as crystal clear as black jade, is by no means an illusion.


    Locust trees not only grow new branches, but also grow new leaves.


    Finally, it is no longer a bare trunk.


    Yang Xuan sighed, then reached out to pick off a black leaf and put it into his mouth.


    "Bah! It''s bitter!" he scolded, "can''t it grow sweeter?"


    The locust tree moved and seemed to say, "no!"


    "Alas, nine times out of ten life is unhappy." Yang Xuan shook his head, sighed, and then asked, "do you think so?"


    He seemed to be talking to himself and asking questions about the void.


    But a moment later, a faint voice answered a word: "yes!"


    The void cracked, and a bloody mouth appeared behind Yang Xuan. The sharp fangs flashed cold, and swallowed Yang Xuan.