How can it not be a saint? How can it not be a saint?


    No one is a fool.


    When Yang Xuan killed two half Holy Level demons with one slap, when Yang Xuan returned from sitting on the head of the ancient idea, and when tens of millions of demons retreated like the tide, Yang Xuan''s identity was already clear.


    Holy master!


    This is a saint standing at the top of the pyramid, a saint who can turn the tide.


    At this moment, Yang Xuan''s image of infinite greatness is deeply rooted in everyone''s heart here and can no longer be shaken.


    Qingying''s face flushed with excitement. He didn''t expect that he casually worshipped a big brother and turned out to be a saint. This strong contrast made him feel like he was in the clouds.


    Especially when he thought of running to threaten Yang Xuan at the beginning, he wanted to smash himself with a slap, stamp a few feet hard, or pull out his eyes as a kick.


    No eyes, no eyes.


    After excitement, Chi Yu''s face was a little pale. He was afraid when he thought that he had once regarded Yang Xuan as a spy.


    Fortunately, Qingying stopped herself at that time. Otherwise, she didn''t know how to die.


    Thinking of this, he was grateful to Qingying.


    The cheering continued, and the waves rose higher and higher, setting off thousands of waves.


    In the hundreds of millions of cheers, LAN Xiao walked towards Yang Xuan step by step, then knelt down on one knee and said in a deep voice: "Lan Xiao in the fourth theater, meet the holy master."


    ……


    After World War I, although the alliance won, it also paid a very heavy price and needed to deal with the aftermath.


    But of course Yang Xuan didn''t have to worry about these. At this time, he was sitting in a chair and listening to LAN Xiao''s report.


    He had already changed his body shape and reduced himself to the size of an ordinary wild boar. He lay down beside Yang Xuan and provoked LAN Xiao and a group of senior leaders of the fourth theater to look over from time to time.


    If you didn''t see it with your own eyes, who would believe that this evil devil like a wild boar is a saint level cultivation.


    What made them more shocked was that a saint level evil devil was so clever that he lay down beside Yang Xuan and didn''t dare to move. How terrible should Yang Xuan be?


    For a time, the image of Yang Xuan became more mysterious and tall in their hearts.


    LAN Xiao continued: "holy master, what should I do now? Please give me some advice."


    He was talking about rehabilitation and preparedness.


    Yang Xuan waved his hand and said, "I''m just passing by. It''s inconvenient to participate in specific affairs. When Yang Sheng comes back, I''ll leave."


    When it comes to Yang Sheng, everyone''s face is worried. Just now LAN Xiao has said his guess, which makes everyone''s face pale.


    If something really happens to Yang Sheng, I''m afraid I don''t know what direction to go in the fourth theater without Saint Zun.


    Lanxiao was about to speak. Just now, the old idea of lying on the ground suddenly looked up and shouted.


    Everyone changed color and shut up.


    Although the ancient idea seems to be no threat now, no one can forget that it is a saint level evil spirit.


    At the same time, Yang Xuan heard an ancient voice in his heart: "Yang Sheng, exchange me."


    Yang Xuan''s heart moved and his eyes narrowed for a moment.


    It seems that the ancient meaning is to know where Yang Sheng is. Otherwise, he would not say such words as exchange.


    "Good!" after a short consideration, Yang Xuan promised.


    A saint level demon is far less important than Yang Sheng in the fourth theater.


    If Yang Sheng really dies, I''m afraid the fourth theater will be destroyed.


    Thinking of this, he said, "you should rectify your defense first. I''ll find a way to find Yang Sheng."


    After saying that, without waiting for the public to respond, he grabbed the ancient meaning and directly disappeared in situ, leaving Lanxiao and others looking at each other and at a loss.


    After leaving the camp, the old idea returned to its original shape. When Yang Xuan jumped up and sat on his head, he spread his hooves and ran in a certain direction.


    This run is a day and night.


    The speed of antiquity has reached the extreme. The Kung Fu day and night has already crossed a distant distance.


    But the more he ran, the more Yang Xuan felt wrong, because with the deepening of antiquity, the demon smell he felt gradually became rich to an extremely terrible level.


    Not into the devil''s base camp.


    He thought to himself.


    Just when he thought so, the ancient idea suddenly stopped, and then gave a loud and continuous hiss.


    Ow!


    A moment later, the ground trembled, as if ten thousand horses were galloping around from all directions.


    A moment later, a black line appeared on the horizon. Soon, it came to Yang Xuan.


    Indeed, there are tens of thousands of evil spirits.


    After these evil forces arrived in front of Yang Xuan, they did not launch an attack. Instead, they began to change their formation and surrounded Yang Xuan. Their eyes were bloodthirsty and cruel.


    Another old-fashioned roar.


    A moment later, the evil devil in front of Yang Xuan separated to both sides, and a figure came out slowly.


    Yang Xuan''s eyes showed a strange color, because the figure coming out was not a demon, but a man with human appearance.


    It was Yang Sheng, the first person in the fourth theater.


    Yang Xuan saw his image before.


    He had a great figure, a serious face, and looked very manly. Looking around, he was infinitely dignified, but in his eyes, there was a cold flash of hatred.


    But when Yang Xuan''s mind explored slightly, he understood.


    The evil ghost shadow covered with scales and spikes on the back of Yang Sheng is enough to explain everything.


    After seeing all this, Yang Xuan smiled.


    "This is our second meeting!" he said faintly.


    Yang Sheng''s mouth made a sharp and harsh sound, which turned into a very cold emphasis after a long time, like a sharp stone squeak, which was engraved on the glass.


    "Let go of antiquity!"


    In an instant, Yang Xuan understood.


    There must be a strange spiritual connection between this evil devil and the ancient meaning. Otherwise, he would not say such words as soon as he came up.


    Yang Xuan seemed to understand why they were called twin demons.


    "Oh?" Yang Xuan said softly, "why don''t you let go of your control over Yang Sheng first?"


    At this time, the ancient limbs suddenly tremble, and when the earth breaks under your feet, you move and want to escape into the void.


    But the next second, his movement stopped suddenly, and his huge body froze in place.


    Yang Xuan touched its pig head with a smile and said with a smile, "want to run?"


    Hiss!


    Yang Sheng appeared in front of Yang Xuan. At that moment, his hands turned into a spear and stabbed him hard.


    In an instant, the void was broken, and the white light spread like cloth.


    Facing the endless pressure, Yang Xuan just smiled at the corners of his mouth and pressed his fingers on the top of his head slightly.


    The next moment, the ancient sent out a sad cry: "stop!"


    The white light all over the sky was still for a moment, and then disappeared, revealing the expression of Yang shengnabu''s killing intention and extreme hatred.


    "Let him go!" Yang Sheng said word by word, his face frosty.


    Yang Xuan also had no idea of teasing them, and said coldly, "you let people go first."


    Yang Sheng''s chest fluctuated sharply and seemed to be holding back his anger. A moment later, he suddenly pulled out a long dark shadow behind him. After a little turn, he turned into the female evil devil with a sharp tail stab that Yang Xuan had seen before.