Cough!


    After another mouthful of pus and blood coughed up, the blood corpse ancestor seemed to slow down. He looked up and stared at Yang Xuan, gnashing his teeth and said, "get up in vain!"


    Yang Xuan nodded with satisfaction: "this is a bit of a real God. It''s too bad that you''re looking for this double."


    After talking, Yang Xuan''s toes lit the ground again.


    Boom, boom!


    After several huge sounds came out, like the blood corpse ancestor, a figure rolled and fell in front of Yang Xuan.


    He as like as two peas before.


    "Get up in vain!" as soon as the bearer fell, he jumped up with a black wind.


    "Didn''t let you move!" Yang Xuan said faintly.


    Boom!


    Patter!


    Poof!


    A strong force fell from the sky. In the future, people will be severely pressed on the ground. After a mouthful of blood suddenly spewed out, people''s face will be as white as paper.


    Yang Xuan turned faintly, looked at the black wind who was still kneeling on the ground and said, "tell me, who is this?"


    Heifeng''s face was not even bloody, and he couldn''t help shaking.


    "White, I hate, I only hate that I didn''t slap you to death, which led to today''s disaster." the blood corpse stood up trembling and said in a hate voice.


    Yang Xuan pulled him from the hiding place and seriously injured him.


    "It''s just a little tempered." Yang Xuan looked at him and said casually, "come on, what last words do you have?"


    The blood corpse almost spewed out fire in his eyes. The next moment, he suddenly pinched his fingers. The blood corpse double, who was standing still, suddenly jumped up and grabbed Yang Xuan.


    Boom!


    Yang Xuan took back his clapped palm, threw the blood on his hand and said faintly, "this is your corpse puppet. It''s really good."


    The blood corpse looked at the pile of flesh and blood on the ground, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his face was full of hate and horror.


    He knew that Yang Xuan had become heaven and man, but he didn''t know what heaven and man represented until today.


    You know, his corpse puppet turned into flesh and blood when he couldn''t take a palm in vain.


    "Don''t you beg for mercy?" Yang Xuan looked at him and asked again.


    "Beg for mercy, will you let me go?" the blood corpse said angrily.


    "No, I just want to see you beg for mercy." Yang Xuan''s face was expressionless.


    "Dream! I will never let you go as a ghost." the blood corpse ancestor cursed maliciously.


    "What you said won''t happen." Yang Xuan said, "because you can''t even do ghosts."


    After talking, he grabbed it, and then put a little force on his fingers.


    Click!


    The blood corpse ancestor''s neck was directly broken by him.


    "I... I hate..." the blood corpse ancestor sent out the last sentence of his life from his throat, then his neck tilted and swallowed the last breath.


    Perhaps, until the last moment before his death, he still regretted why he didn''t kill Yang Xuan, which led to today''s disaster.


    However, this is the case in this world. There is only one chance. If you miss it, it is your life.


    A faint virtual shadow floated from his body, but it was directly transformed into nothingness by Yang Xuan. He didn''t even have the idea of inhaling black beads.


    From now on, there will be no more blood corpses in the world. People like Lao Zu will be destroyed both in form and spirit.


    Cluck, cluck!


    The sound of the teeth trembling came from the black tuyere. Yang Xuan looked at him, but ignored him.


    "Did you give the order?" Yang Xuan asked faintly, looking at the real copper beard who was still lying on the ground and couldn''t move.


    "Hum... Hum, yes... So what?" copper beard struggled.


    "No, if so, you''ll die!" Yang Xuan said casually, and then stepped on it.


    Pooh!


    The bronze beard turned into a pool of flesh and blood, and there was a real God in the corpse hall. He didn''t even leave a last word.


    Heifeng''s body trembled more fiercely, but a smile appeared at the corners of Yang Xuan''s mouth.


    "I wonder what benefit Heifeng has given you and is worth dying for him?" Yang Xuan asked with a smile.


    "What... What?" the black wind suddenly looked up and was stunned.


    At this time, a long sigh came out, and then an old voice sounded in the hall: "Your Highness Qingtian really knows the torch."


    As the old voice came out, a man shrouded in black fog slowly came out from behind the hall.


    "Hall... Hall Lord, you..." the black wind who was kneeling on the ground was full of fear.


    "You go down first. Your highness Qingtian is not an ordinary person. How can your little tricks work?" the dark shadow said faintly.


    "But the hall Lord... I......" the black wind knelt on the ground hurriedly.


    "Nothing, but I''ve been closed for many years. You''ve managed the corpse hall well, but you''ve done quite a deviation in this matter." the voice of the dark shadow said.


    "Hall Lord..." the black wind couldn''t help kowtowing and fell low on the ground. A trace of determination flashed in his eyes.


    Yang Xuan''s eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn''t move.


    "Get rid of your unrealistic idea." the shadow brushed his sleeve, and the black wind flew backward and fell on one side.


    "Temple Lord, please let me fight for you for the last time." Heifeng roared hoarsely.


    "You are trying to die!" the shadow brushed his sleeve again, and the black wind flew directly into the darkness and disappeared.


    "As like as two peas in the dark fog," he said, "let''s see your smile." the man who was exposed to the thick fog was like a black wind.


    Yang Xuan nodded and said faintly, "you just got out?"


    Heifeng nodded: "yes, I''ve been closed for 50 years, and I haven''t left the Customs for less than one month."


    "So, it was not your order to hunt me down?" Yang Xuan looked at him and asked.


    "It was really done by the vice hall Lord Tongxu. Your highness should be able to guess the reason." Heifeng continued.


    Why guess? It was nothing more than a performance in front of the red sky.


    "In that case, it''s over." Yang Xuan said faintly, and then turned around.


    "Your Highness, wait a minute." the black wind stopped.


    "Oh? Something?" Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes.


    "Your Highness killed my deputy hall Lord and my elder. If you leave like this, I can''t explain to nearly 10000 disciples in the corpse hall." Heifeng said.


    Yang Xuan slowly turned around, looked at Heifeng and suddenly smiled: "so you''re asking me to explain?"


    "I dare not. I just want to ask your Highness for advice." black powder said slowly: "just one move, one move."


    Looking at the black wind, Yang Xuan suddenly understood.


    For a person stuck at the peak of true God, any opportunity to break through heaven and man is valuable, even at the cost of his life.


    "Well, as you wish." Yang Xuan said.


    "Thank you!" Heifeng bowed to the ground, sincerely.


    He knew that Yang Xuan had seen his purpose.


    "Are you ready?" Yang Xuan asked.


    Heifeng took a deep breath and nodded: "Your Highness, don''t worry about it."


    "Good!" Yang Xuan said only one word, but did not see any action.


    After waiting for a long time and still not seeing Yang Xuan, Heifeng frowned and his eyes were full of doubts.


    "Your Highness, please do it!" he bowed again.


    "I''ve done it." Yang Xuan''s voice came out of the dark, empty and mysterious.


    "What?" the black wind''s body was shocked and his face was unclear.


    The next moment, change and rise.