Everyone is looking forward to that moment. Under the sunshine, the strong enemy in front of us will turn into fly ash and disappear without a trace.


    Many people have seen this scene.


    A hundred years ago, a demon master invaded Qixing mountain. The elder huang shang held up the hot sun and then fell, leaving no trace of the enemy.


    Therefore, no one will think that today''s results will be any different.


    The enemy who dares to stand in front of the scorching sun is doomed to ashes.


    But they were destined to be disappointed.


    Facing the scorching sun in the sky, Yang Xuan just glanced slightly, and even a trace of disdain on his face.


    Huang Shang is a true Yuanying, but his strength is only comparable to Yang Xuan''s golden elixir.


    The next moment, the scorching sun melts like ice and snow, and ten thousand rays of light go retrograde. Where do they come from and where do they return.


    The sound of broken glass kept ringing. The sun in the sky, accompanied by the seven stars, turned into fragments all over the sky, and then disappeared without trace.


    All this happened in a few pieces, but in just a few seconds, everything was reversed.


    Even when Huang Chang''s mouth sprayed blood and flew upside down, the faces of the Seven Star disciples were full of expectation and excitement, and there was no time to change their expressions.


    However, when huang shang fell in front of them, all his expressions solidified and then turned into a dull.


    "It''s impossible!!!"


    Huang Chang''s face was full of shock and fear, and her eyes were full of disbelief.


    He patted the ground fiercely, jumped up, and there were golden lights in front of him between his hands.


    Huang Chang''s face was full of ferocity, accompanied by the blood from the corners of his mouth, like a devil.


    "Die for me..."


    At this time, a faint voice penetrated the space, penetrated the golden light and sent it into his ear.


    "As I said, you only have one shot and won''t die."


    The voice was very weak, but it weighed more and more kilograms when it fell into Huang Shang''s ear.


    The sword light that was shaking rapidly suddenly hovered. Huang Chang''s face was ferocious, but the hesitation in his eyes could not be concealed.


    He has been practicing for hundreds of years. It is not easy for him to come to this step.


    At this moment, he hesitated.


    "Elder Huang, step back."


    Just as Huang Chang hesitated, a dignified voice came from a distance.


    Huang Chang sighed, and the sword light began to dissipate.


    He knew that from the moment he hesitated, he had made a choice.


    He didn''t want to die. He didn''t have the courage to shoot Yang Xuan again.


    An old man in a white robe flew over from a distance with several equally old elders and landed in front of Yang Xuan.


    "See the leader!"


    All the Seven Star disciples salute respectfully.


    "I''m bright and clear. Gong is the leader of the Seven Star Road. Do you have a grudge against my seven star road?" the old man looked at Yang Xuan and asked.


    "No hatred, no resentment. I just want to take something away." Yang Xuan said faintly.


    "This?" Ming Huaqing turned his palm, and a triangular metal appeared in his hand.


    The clouds on it are moving slightly like running water.


    Yang Xuan took a deep breath, which was the second triangular metal he saw.


    "Yes!" he said only one word.


    The triangular metal floated up and down in the hands of Ming Huaqing. Vaguely, Yang Xuan found that there was a strange smell flowing outside the gray metal surface.


    Illusion?


    Yang Xuan''s eyes narrowed slightly.


    "It''s not surprising that you came here for this immortal treasure." Ming Huaqing sighed, and there was a trace of melancholy between his eyebrows.


    "In the past ten years, there have been many disputes and many people have died for the four immortal treasures. I thought Penglai would be calm for at least a hundred years since the last immortal treasure war, but who would have thought that only three years later, my seven star disciple died innocently because of this immortal treasure." Ming Huaqing looked at Yang Xuan. There was no hatred or killing opportunity in his eyes, There was only a faint regret: "sometimes I wonder if it was right or wrong that Diluo brought the four immortal treasures into Penglai, good or bad?"


    "Headmaster..." the old man in Taoist robe bowed with worry on his face.


    "Needless to say, I know what you want to say." Ming Huaqing interrupted him: "Xianbao is innocent. We who call ourselves immortals are guilty. Hehe, immortals?"


    Ming Huaqing smiled with a trace of sarcasm on his face.


    Yang Xuan has been listening to his narration, but the more he listens, the more confused he becomes.


    "You say... This is Xianbao?" he asked, looking at the triangular metal in Ming Huaqing''s hand.


    "You don''t know? What do you want it to do?" Ming Huaqing looked more puzzled than Yang Xuan.


    "I want him just because it''s mine." Yang Xuan didn''t hide it and told the truth.


    "Your stuff?" Ming Huaqing was stunned at first, and then smiled happily.


    "I haven''t heard such a funny joke for a long time." Ming Huaqing said with a smile, like an old friend.


    It''s just that this smile is a little cold.


    The triangle metal slowly disappeared into Ming Huaqing''s palm. Then he carried his hands and looked at Yang Xuan faintly: "since you came for this immortal treasure, there''s nothing to say. If you want to get it, it depends on your means."


    Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes. After being silent for a long time, he suddenly said inexplicably: "what would you do in such a situation?"


    No one answered, his words seemed to be speaking and listening to the air.


    Ming Huaqing looked at him suspiciously.


    Yang Xuan seemed to smile and didn''t smile. The corners of his mouth curved slightly, as if he was listening to the voice that didn''t exist.


    "Therefore, I think that only killing and destruction is the most perfect way to solve all problems." a moment later, Yang Xuan said to himself.


    Somehow, Ming Huaqing suddenly felt a little cold. It seemed that the temperature around him suddenly fell a few minutes.


    Then he saw that there seemed to be a trace of red in the eyes of the strange young man.


    There was a faint smell of blood from unknown places, accompanied by low laughter.


    Yang Xuan was laughing. His laughter was cold, like blood and ice.


    "Die!"


    Word by word, his eyes fell on minghuaqing and everyone in Qixing mountain.


    ……


    Yang Xuan, who had just got off the plane, suddenly stopped and didn''t move.


    His eyes seemed to penetrate the space in an instant and fall somewhere unknown.


    After a long time, he said softly, "originally, you are not dead."


    The deformation was unknown, so he looked puzzled and said, "Mr. Yang, what''s the matter?"


    "Nothing!" Yang Xuan shook his head and did not explain.


    Deformation no longer asked, but said, "Mr. Yang, we''re going to the assembly point of special combat forces now. Just before that, you need to choose a title for yourself. In action, we will call you by the title, not your real name."


    "Need a title?" Yang Xuan looked at it.


    Deformation nodded and said, "generally speaking, external titles are naturally formed, but you are an exception. You can make one yourself."


    Yang Xuan nodded, but his eyes fell in an unknown distance.


    A moment later, he said faintly, "it''s called God and devil."