It was a very cold feeling, as if someone had untied the quilt and poured a bucket of dirty cold water in his sleep.


    Yang Xuan''s mind suddenly sounded the alarm bell, his hair stood upright and goose bumps appeared.


    Chen Yuanxi was shocked and shouted, "go!"


    Yang Xuan still hesitated, but he was fiercely hit by Chen Yuanxi''s soul. Out of guard, he flew to the exit.


    At the next moment, a slender cold will immediately climbed up and invaded Yang Xuan''s sea of consciousness.


    Yang Xuan was shocked. His cold will was like a long river. It was unstoppable. In an instant, his mind was washed away and collapsed into an army.


    This has nothing to do with his own strength. It is basically a contest at the spiritual level. Unfortunately, Yang Xuan is the loser.


    At the critical moment, Yang Xuan was as calm as water. His mind focused on one point for a moment. After a slight pause, he burst open.


    At that moment, the whole void of consciousness was like the beginning of the universe, blooming and illuminating everything.


    The cold will stopped for a moment under the light.


    Taking advantage of this Kung Fu, Yang Xuanli immediately took his mind back into his body and laid layers of barriers behind him to stop the pursuit of his cold will.


    Boom, boom, boom!


    At the moment when he laid the barrier, his cold will shot like a sharp arrow, penetrated all the barriers and directly pierced Yang Xuan''s eyebrows.


    Yang Xuan''s heart vibrated, his palms closed in an instant, and then opened.


    The two forces of life and death burst out in an instant. In one thousandth of a second, they directly exploded the void in front of them into a colorful cavity.


    The cold will didn''t have time to react and disappeared into the cavity in an instant.


    "Close!" Yang Xuan drank, and his palms closed immediately.


    The colorful cavity recovered with his palm and swallowed the will soil.


    The surroundings recovered as before. The strong wind from the prairie blew Yang Xuan''s clothes and hunting, but it was difficult to disperse his icy face.


    At the other end of his sight, Chen Yuanxi, who had been standing still, suddenly showed a smile and made a mouth shape.


    The next moment, he collapsed layer by layer, turned into flying ash, and disappeared when the wind blew.


    There is a faint song between heaven and earth. The melody is beautiful, like a flowing stream.


    Yang Xuan knew that it was the last voice of Chen Yuanxi, or perhaps the most beautiful voice in his memory.


    The music disappeared and floated in the wind.


    Chen Yuanxi died.


    He finally died.


    This death is a real death. Since then, there is no Chen Yuanxi in heaven and earth.


    Yang Xuan didn''t know whether it was lucky or unfortunate for Chen Yuanxi. He only knew that before Chen Yuanxi left, what he thought must be Lin Qingyao.


    Taking a deep breath, Yang Xuan''s eyes gradually became firm.


    Although Chen Yuanxi finally talked about the future, he told him one word by mouth: go to the heart of the universe.


    The heart of the universe!


    It seems that all mysteries will not be solved until he enters the heart of the universe.


    But before that, he has one more thing to do.


    Yang Xuan sneered at the corners of his mouth. His figure was vague. When he was clear again, he had reached the bottom of the towering mountains.


    Yunshen mountain, Yunshen palace!


    The white cloud temple built near the mountain looks sacred and brilliant under the reflection of unknown light sources.


    At the top of the mountain, the huge statue with obvious characteristics of black cloud man stood tall and upright in the strong wind.


    Cloud statue!


    But Yang Xuan knew that this was certainly not the true face of the cloud God, but the ancestors of the heiyun family built it according to their own imagination.


    Boom!


    The two rays of light bombarded Yang Xuan from left to right, accompanied by fierce drinking: "bold madman, dare to break into the cloud temple without permission."


    Yang Xuan waved carelessly, pinched two light columns, and then pulled them, pulled down two figures from the air, and then fell to the ground. His blood splashed on the white jade steps to form a strange pattern.


    Yang Xuan didn''t even look at the bodies of the two great emperors on the ground, and went up along the white jade steps.


    Boom!


    Another two figures rushed out and attacked Yang Xuan in the same way.


    What responded to them were two golden moon like curved blades, which appeared out of thin air. They just flashed and disappeared again.


    Four and a half bodies fell behind, but they couldn''t piece together a complete human shape.


    More people rushed from all directions. Each one was the great emperor''s cultivation, and some even approached the saint and became semi saint.


    But no one could stop Yang Xuan''s pace for even half a second. He was either cut in half by Jin Mang, burned by the fire until there was no ash left, or frozen into ice and fell to the ground as ice residue.


    The steps are long and continuous, reaching deep into the clouds and disappearing.


    The killing continues, and no one can shake Yang Xuan''s pace.


    A long sigh came from the top of the mountain.


    "Stop and let him come up."


    The desperate figure finally stopped the moth like attack, retreated back and stood on both sides of the steps.


    Yang Xuan also took back his scattered aura and walked up the steps.


    For these unconscious separatists, he can kill them or not.


    The steps became steeper and narrower. With the rise of the height, the wind became stronger and stronger. It roared and wandered on both sides of the almost suspended steps, waving its teeth and claws at Yang Xuan.


    Finally, Yang Xuan reached the top of the mountain and came under the huge cloud statue.


    Under the statue of God, Princess Ziyun in purple stood up and looked at Yang Xuan like a statue.


    Behind him were the dark cloud emperor, who was pale and whose arms had not recovered until now, and seven or eight dark cloud elders with white hair and beard.


    Yang Xuan walked up to them, stood still and said nothing.


    A dark cloud old man stepped forward and shouted angrily: "Yang Xuan, what are you going to do?"


    His answer was a finger, white as jade, but it broke the sky and gently touched the center of his eyebrows.


    Boom!


    After a thunder, the old man fell stunned and turned into a death picture on the white jade square under the cloud statue.


    Even until his death, he couldn''t believe it. He just said a word from the appearance and died directly under Yang Xuan.


    "Who else?" Yang Xuan looked around, glancing at everyone''s face.


    "Yang Xuan, don''t deceive people too much..."


    Another old man rushed out, his whole body was as strong as clouds, and fiercely hit Yang Xuan.


    This time Yang Xuan didn''t even show his fingers, but stamped his feet. A red flame started between the white jade and wrapped around the old man''s body. After a slight lift, he sent him back to the dust.


    Another old man wanted to rush up, but was stopped by Ziyun.


    She looked at Yang Xuan quietly. After a long time, she suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief, and then smiled like flowers.


    "I was thinking that if I could meet you before zishuang, it might be another story, another ending," she said softly.