The Ren family fell.


    Fall overnight.


    No one knows what happened, and no one can guess what happened.


    However, one rumor is rampant.


    That is, Ren family offended a person who can''t offend.


    It was the big man who razed his family to the ground.


    However, this is only a rumor and can not be confirmed.


    For a time, the undercurrent surged in Pinghai city.


    In Yunwu Mountain, in Yang Xuan''s villa, Xiaojing stared at the flame in Yang Xuan''s hand. After a long silence, she exclaimed, "so you''re a magician."


    Yang Xuan said angrily, "have you ever seen such a powerful magician?"


    Xiaojing stretched out her hand to touch the flame, but said, "what''s not a magician?"


    Afraid of hurting her, Yang Xuan dispersed the flame and said, "Xiaojing, I want to tell you my secret."


    Xiaojing was stunned and her face gradually became solemn.


    She had long guessed that Yang Xuan might have a big secret, but she never asked.


    If Yang Xuan can tell her, he will tell her. If he doesn''t want to tell her, there must be some reasons he can''t say.


    After thinking about it, she asked softly, "I know if this secret will hurt you?"


    Yang Xuan was a little stunned. His heart suddenly became soft like water. He touched her head and said, "no!"


    "Will it bring you trouble?" Xiaojing asked again.


    "No, don''t think about it." Yang Xuanwen Judo: "I tell you my secret because I want to take you when I leave here."


    Xiaojing was relieved. The chicken pecked the rice and nodded, "well, tell me, I''ll listen."


    Yang Xuan took a long breath, vomited out again, and said slowly, "this is a very long story..."


    ……


    Penglai, Ming Huaqing looked at the static cliff and let the mountain wind blow the corners of his clothes, but Yang Xuan stood still. He had five tastes in his heart.


    Somehow, there was always a feeling in his heart that the man in front of him seemed to be out of the world.


    Obviously, people are in front of us, but there is always a vague feeling.


    "The Shura gate is in the Shura Valley, less than a hundred miles away. Lord, shall we have a rest or...?" Ming Huaqing sighed and said.


    "No, let''s go directly to Shura gate." Yang Xuan said faintly, with cold eyes.


    Ming Huaqing didn''t speak again, but his eyes were full of deep concern.


    The man in front of him wants to unify Penglai. This kind of thing has not been done in Penglai''s history, but without exception, the final end is very miserable.


    People who cultivate immortality are never willing to accept bondage.


    After hesitating for a long time, Ming Huaqing clenched his teeth and made a final effort: "the patriarch wants to unify Penglai. It''s better to sit on the seven stars, and then slowly figure it. With the patriarch''s cultivation, he must finally be able to fulfill his long cherished wish..."


    He is not worried about Yang Xuan, he is worried about the seven star gate.


    Yang Xuan''s move is tantamount to pushing the Seven Star Taoist gate to the cusp of the storm. If he is careless, he will end up in pieces.


    "I don''t have so much time." Yang Xuan just said faintly and didn''t explain any more.


    Ming Huaqing sighed. In fact, he had expected this result for a long time.


    From the moment Yang Xuan said he wanted to unify Penglai, he knew that this bloody storm was inevitable.


    Bless you, master.


    He prayed secretly.


    The distance of a hundred miles is only an instant for the most alchemist.


    Yang Xuan''s trip was not just for him and Ming Huaqing, but for the elders and elite disciples of the Seven Star Taoist school.


    Although he can destroy the Shura gate by himself, someone must clean up the mess.


    When they arrived at the Shura gate, outside the Shura Valley, the Shura gate disciples in black were already in full readiness.


    "Minghuaqing, what''s the matter with you? Before the valley, a middle-aged man in a black robe looked coldly at minghuaqing.


    Ming Huaqing smiled bitterly at the corners of his mouth, came forward slightly and said in a low voice, "he is the leader of the Shura sect. His nickname is Shura. No one knows his real name."


    Shura''s eyes turned to Yang Xuan.


    He is not a fool. Ming Huaqing''s every move shows that the young man in front of him is the protagonist.


    Yang Xuan ignored him and just looked up at the sky.


    The sky is dark, dark clouds are low, and a rainstorm is coming.


    With a long sigh of relief, he turned his eyes to Shura.


    A moment later, a cold word came out: "surrender, or perish, I''ll give you three breath to consider."


    "What?" Shura''s eyes widened in surprise, and he almost suspected that he had an auditory hallucination.


    Surrender or perish?


    crazy?


    fool?


    "Ignorant boy!" he sneered, and a round of crescent moon fell from the sky and fell on Yang Xuan''s head in an instant.


    Shura of the moon.


    This is an extremely powerful spell that only the leader of Shura can cultivate. It can bring great damage to the enemy with its own spiritual power.


    Under Shura, there are countless alchemists who have died under this move.


    Kill with your hand.


    Minghua looked dignified and even had a hidden expectation.


    What he didn''t expect was that Shura''s shot was Shura''s final kill.


    Shura is like the moon and killing is like dust.


    Shura has fought all his life and has rich experience. He has never underestimated anyone.


    Although he despised it on the surface, his vigilance had already reached the peak.


    Minghuaqing''s attitude has long explained everything.


    The young man in front of me was extremely terrible.


    Therefore, he did his best, that is, Shura''s final kill.


    With an intention to attack unprepared, he is confident that he can make achievements with one blow.


    But the next moment, what happened in front of him, stunned him.


    Because before the crescent moon, there was only a white jade like finger on the crescent moon.


    Wave!


    After a light sound, the white crescent disappeared.


    Shura''s face was a little pale, and a trace of bad feeling appeared in his heart.


    He is a fool if he can be a leader.


    When the Seven Star Taoist school attacked, Ming Huaqing smiled bitterly, and the elders and disciples behind him bowed their heads. All this explained a problem.


    That is the young man in front of us, who has already pressed the seven star gate.


    He is not a fool. He will never take it lightly in the face of unknown enemies.


    The attack of the moon just now was actually that he had secretly prepared a full attack for a long time. Therefore, when Yang Xuan dissipated his attack with only one finger, the waves in his heart were never as calm as his surface.


    "Who the hell are you?" he said word by word with a dignified expression.


    Boom!


    His answer was a palm falling from the sky.


    It weighs more than ten thousand kilograms and occupies the whole sky.


    There is an invisible power gathering in the palm, which seems to turn everything into powder.


    Shura''s face changed greatly.


    He can''t take the palm.


    Not only could he not take it, but even all the elders and disciples of Shura could not take it together.


    Moreover, I''m afraid the whole Shura valley will become history.


    How can there be such a terrible person in the world? How could there be such a terrible cultivation?


    At this moment, cultivation almost doubted that he was still in a dream.


    Not only he, but also Ming Huaqing and the elders of the seven star road behind Yang Xuan, changed their faces greatly, and their eyes were shocked and incredible.


    The power of this palm broke through their imagination.


    If Yang Xuan had used this palm in Qixing mountain before, Qixing mountain would no longer exist.


    Ming Huaqing knew that Yang xuanxiu was high, but he never thought that he was so high.


    At this moment, his whole body was trembling.


    The huge palm fell, the rocks began to crack, and Shura''s face was ferocious.


    A triangular metal suddenly appeared in front of him, trembling and floating.


    Yang Xuan''s eyes narrowed.


    In a flash, the aura in Shura disappeared and poured into the triangular metal.


    The next moment, he drank wildly: "scattered!"


    Boom!


    The giant palm fell and hit the whole Shura Valley, and then... Disappeared.


    Looking at the intact Shura Valley, Yang Xuan suddenly smiled.


    "Good baby!" he said softly, the ripples rose under his feet and stepped in.


    Shura''s face was pale, his body was shaky, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.


    If it were not for this immortal treasure, it is estimated that the whole Shura valley would be turned into fly ash at the moment.


    Ripples reappeared, a white palm suddenly protruded from the ripples and gently grabbed it at Shura''s throat.


    Click!


    The space is broken and countless cracks appear.


    Shura''s face was full of fear and could hardly breathe.


    The next moment, he directly knelt on one knee and held the immortal treasure high above his head.


    "I surrender!"


    Three words were difficult to highlight from his mouth.


    The crack disappeared in an instant. With a gentle probe of his white palm, he took Xianbao from his hand.