The majesty of Lingxiao temple will never be defiled. Yang Xuan dares to kill Ming Zhengping in front of everyone. This is equivalent to throwing the face of Lingxiao temple and his emperor Qianjun''s face to the ground and stepping on it. How can he bear it.
He was worried about Yang Xuan''s three true God helpers and the army of millions of zombies. He didn''t want to tear his face with him, but it was different at this time. Therefore, Emperor Qianjun''s action is to kill without mercy.
The heaven and earth vibrated, and the rain spear brought some unknown force together in an instant. At this moment, only this spear was left in the whole heaven and earth.
The tip of the gun was in full bloom and shrouded around. It seemed to pull Yang Xuan into a world of guns and death completely composed of rain.
My way is the way of heaven, and my heart is the heart of heaven.
The true God tries his best, just like the end.
Not only that, while emperor Qianjun shot, several true gods standing in front of emperor Qianjun also shot at the same time. After the rain spear, holding all kinds of brilliance, they attacked Yang Xuan.
In the face of this fatal situation, Shen Fu trembled like an ant, and his heart was full of despair.
No hair to resist.
Even if he thought his master was no matter how powerful he was, he didn''t have even a little confidence to survive in the face of six or seven true gods at the same time and the general power of destroying heaven and earth.
I didn''t expect that he would be lucky to die under the joint efforts of so many true gods one day.
Shen Fu thought in despair.
But the next moment, he was stunned.
In the face of the murderous intention, Yang Xuan just gently waved, and then gently grabbed it with his right hand, as if he had grabbed something into his hand.
His movements are very light and light, and there is a sense that there is no human fireworks.
But it was this random action, this careless grasp, that made the emperor Qianjun and the real God expert who made everyone move greatly changed his face.
In emperor Qianjun''s feeling, with Yang Xuan''s grasp, the power of heaven and earth he gathered suddenly began to dissipate uncontrollably, as if he had been completely absorbed by something.
Not to mention, not only did the power of heaven and earth disappear, but also his Tao meaning and his heavenly heart disappeared with Yang Xuan''s grasp.
Strong fear began to drown him like a tide, filled his whole body, and a word that only existed in imagination rushed into his mind, like a long gun, and stabbed him to pieces.
"Heaven and man!" he cried out.
Not only he, but also the faces of other real God elders were mixed with several emotions, such as shock, fear and disbelief.
"Heaven and man?" they lost their voice and drank wildly. Their whole bodies shook wildly. They retreated like hearing something incredible and terrible.
"Heaven and man?" Yang Xuan frowned and repeated, and then gently let go of his grasp.
Hoo!
Like a strong wind passing through, the autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves. From Yang Xuan''s palm, a long rain gun and several bright lights poured out, like a flood, to the hall behind emperor Qianjun.
Boom!
After a burst of dust, everyone was dumbfounded.
It was like being chopped by a big knife. In a huge area, the original magnificent buildings of LingXiao palace disappeared completely, leaving only some ruins.
Shen Fu''s teeth trembled and looked at what was happening in front of him. Endless regret tore his heart and soul like a poisonous snake.
Knowing that Yang Xuan was so powerful, he lent him 120 courage. He didn''t dare to resist at all.
He said that even the Lingxiao temple would be destroyed. Who else could be his opponent in the world.
Emperor Qianjun''s face was pale, and he was no longer indifferent and condescending. At this moment, Yang Xuan was almost like a demon in his eyes.
Screams, screams and roars came and went. Yang Xuangang almost destroyed a quarter of the Lingxiao temple.
Yang Xuan''s eyes fell on emperor Qianjun. After looking at him, he said faintly: "emperor Qianjun, don''t meddle in the affairs of Xianmen again, okay?"
Emperor Qianjun''s face was blue and white, and he couldn''t say a word.
Just then, an old sigh came down from the sky.
"White, come in!"
As soon as the voice fell, a crack appeared in the sky. It was gray and could not see what was there.
Yang Xuan smiled. It would be too disappointing if the highest force of Lingxiao temple, which has dominated the East for thousands of years, is only the peak of true God.
"You wait here!" Yang Xuan said faintly to Shen Fu, and then took empty steps in the air and walked into the crack step by step.
The crack disappeared and the sky returned to normal, leaving only emperor Qianjun and a group of Lingxiao elders looking at each other. Their faces were green and red.
Walking into the crack, the fog dissipated, revealing the scene in the period.
After the fog, is a mountain peak, towering into the clouds, the sea of clouds floating, like a fairyland.
The top of the mountain is very flat, about the size of two basketball courts. On one side of the mountain, there is a huge peach tree. At this time, peach blossoms are flying.
Under the peach tree, there are stone tables, stone chairs and chessboards.
An old man in sackcloth sat on one side of the stone table and nodded and smiled at Yang Xuan.
"Please sit down," he said with a smile.
Yang Xuan walked over and sat opposite the old man. He bowed his head a little, but he saw that the stone tables were crisscrossed and covered with Baizi. Only one sunspot occupied the center of the chessboard and was tightly surrounded.
"You take the sunspot first!" the old man smiled.
Yang Xuan looked at the old man, thought for a while and said, "the sunspot has lost, only one son is left. How can I go?"
The old man sighed, "sunspots don''t want to lose. If they lose, they have nothing. They can''t go, they have to go."
Yang Xuan asked again, "how do I go?"
The old man replied, "eat all the white children."
"How to eat?"
After a long silence, the old man smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I don''t know."
Yang Xuan looked at the chess basket next to him. There were still many white sons, but there were not even one sunspot left.
"What do you call it?" he asked.
"My emperor is soaring into the sky." the old man said.
Yang Xuan has never even heard of the name and has no impression.
"What are you doing here?" Yang Xuan asked again.
"Gatekeeper!" the old man replied, pointing to the cliff on one side.
On the edge of the cliff, there is a stone platform with exquisite patterns. I don''t know its meaning.
"It doesn''t look like a door." Yang Xuan said honestly.
"This is the gate, the portal, but it seems useless now." emperor Lingxiao replied.
The word "portal" was uttered from emperor Lingxiao''s mouth, which seemed particularly strange: "where did it reach?"
"Overseas!" emperor Lingxiao smiled and answered.
"Extraterritorial?"
"I don''t know any more. I''m just the gatekeeper." emperor Lingxiao said.
After a long silence, Emperor Lingxiao suddenly said, "you killed so many of my disciples and grandchildren. If I don''t have anything to say, I''d better take my move."
Yang Xuan nodded and agreed.
Emperor Lingxiao then said, "you and I are both heaven and man. We are already the top existence in this world. If we fight, I''m afraid this small space I''m trying to protect will be broken into pieces. It''s better to fight."
"Wen Dou? How?" Yang Xuan asked.
"So!" emperor Lingxiao said faintly, and one hand stretched out, as if to shake hands with Yang Xuan.
Feeling the waves around, Yang Xuan knew it clearly and stretched out his hand to hold it with emperor Lingxiao.
Boom!
the sky and earth were spinning round.