Light and shadow move, and the void is torn.
The attack jointly launched by six Saint level demons was no small matter. It directly tore the whole dark mountain and exposed the strange sky of the central battlefield.
The distance between Yang Xuan and them was small. At this time, the violent power came directly in front of him.
However, the following is lost.
The violent force like a huge wave suddenly disappeared and disappeared after reaching Yang Xuan.
Not only that, the six demons that followed the attack strangely stopped their actions and froze in mid air.
A second later, the six demons suddenly split from the middle, one minute two, two minutes four, four minutes eight
A moment later, the ground was full of meat pieces of dead bodies, and the rotten stench rushed to my head.
The flocculent energy escaped from the devil''s mind was wrong, and rushed to Mahalo with a lightning speed.
However, Yang Xuan could not be the person who released the tiger and returned to the mountain. With a casual sweep of the golden light, the six flocculent energies dissipated directly under the reflection of the golden Mang, leaving no trace.
The last Union soldier didn''t enter the channel. Yang Xuan smiled and began to recover his mind like a violent storm.
The channel closed quickly and completely cut off the connection with the normal star sky.
Mahalo seemed to feel something. As soon as his look changed, there was a large amount of flocculent fog in his hand. He waved and rushed towards Yang Xuan''s face.
In an instant, the whole central battlefield seemed to vibrate, and violent forces rushed to lift the earth and mountains and damage the empty stars.
A strange color appeared in Yang Xuan''s eyes.
The power of this Mahalo at this time has reached a level close to No. 1, which is very terrible.
But the problem is that Yang Xuan even took the No. 1 back and sat down. No matter how powerful Mahalo is, how can he be a threat to him.
What he cares about is always the huge flocculent energy in Mahalo''s mind.
The violent force scattered the stars, gathered in front of Yang Xuan, formed a spiral drill, and directly drilled into the center of the eyebrows.
A golden finger appeared in front of the violent force. With a little touch, all the forces dissipated and the world returned to peace.
Yang Xuan has made progress in the application of yes and No.
Mahalo was stunned. Just about to do it again, Yang Xuan just said faintly: "enough!"
That''s enough.
As soon as the word comes out, there seems to be a great collection of rules between heaven and earth, forming a rope, which falls on the head of Mahalo from top to bottom.
Mahalo felt wrong. His face changed greatly. He was about to dodge, but it was too late.
The invisible rope fell straight into her head, like an angler''s hook.
Boom!
After a loud noise, a large mass of flocculent energy was directly pulled out of Mahalo''s spirit, struggling left and right, but Yang Xuan''s power was still struggling, and finally fell into Yang Xuan''s hands.
Look at Mahalo. After the flocculent force was separated from the body, he was not dead, but stood there with a dull face, like a statue.
After a long time, she suddenly reflected and issued an earth shaking roar: "Yang Xuan, what have you done and give me back your strength? I am at odds with you."
This roar made Yang Xuan fully understand.
The Mahalo was not dead at all, but accepted the power of HRIM and was controlled by it as a living man.
Yang Xuan was suspicious just now. At this time, it was confirmed that it was already a sneer on his face.
"It''s not right to be a good person, but to be someone else''s slave!" he sneered.
"I hate you, I hate you!" Mahalo''s shrill voice resounded through the world and explained in disguise why she was so.
Knowing that she was hopeless, Yang Xuan was too lazy to talk nonsense with her. He said faintly, "do you have any last words?"
"I''ll kill you!" Mahalo roared madly.
"There''s nothing I can do about it." Yang Xuan shrugged his shoulders, gathered thousands of golden awns, and slowly stirred Mahalo''s body.
Mahalo''s shrill voice stopped suddenly, his eyes stared round, his mouth opened wide, and he seemed to want to say something, but he didn''t say anything.
Then she quietly turned into the smallest particle between heaven and earth and disappeared.
A generation of Yin saints finally died in Yang Xuan''s hands, and there was no possibility of resurrection.
The golden awn disappeared, and Yang Xuan stepped on the void and looked into the distance.
The space in the distance cracked, and No. 1''s huge body squeezed out, and more than a dozen mothers were tied to the tentacles under his body.
"Master, I''ve caught them all. How to deal with them?" No. 1 flew over and asked. There were some scars on his body. It seemed that the whole process was not easy.
"They are all dead. Now that they are dead, rest in peace." Yang Xuan said faintly.
No. 1 made it clear, gave a slight sigh, stirred by tentacles, and cut away like a closing blade.
It is the same as Yang Xuan''s idea. To make them no longer controlled by the power of the Lord, they can only be turned into the smallest particles.
More than a dozen flocculent energies escaped and were ready to escape, but Yang Xuan only looked down, and those flocculent energies dissipated directly and refused to exist.
"Where are we going now?" asked number one.
Yang Xuan''s palm is flat, and the flocculent energy the size of a football in the palm is constantly changing its shape.
"Go to the central desert, it''s there too," he said faintly.
No. 1 was surprised and asked, "is the Lord in the central desert?"
Yang Xuan shook his head and said faintly, "it''s not helim."
"Who''s that?" asked number one.
"Go and have a look." Yang Xuan said slowly.
……
The central desert is indeed a desert.
But the desert, which could not see the end at all, was not the golden yellow imagined by Yang Xuan, but showed a rotten gray.
This is a gray desert. Even, some places show black gravel and vegetation, which looks very strange.
The wind and sand all over the sky flew up thousands of meters high, forming a gray fog.
I''m afraid the internal wind force has exceeded force 12. If ordinary people are thrown inside, they will be hit by the riddled corpse by the high-speed moving gravel.
Of course, it is impossible for ordinary people to enter here and gather in the sandstorm to launch a sneak attack on Yang Xuan. All of them are really riddled with dead bodies.
With a flick of his finger, Yang Xuan knocked a saint level corpse flying, and said to No. 1 behind him, "do you feel it?"
No. 1 nodded solemnly and said in a heavy tone: "this is the breath of herim. It will never be wrong."
Yang Xuan also nodded and said, "your feeling is not wrong. This is indeed the power of helim, but what is in the center of the sandstorm is not helim."
Number one agreed.
If it were the hermit again, they would have become dead bodies in the desert.
No. 1 shuddered at the thought of herrim''s horror.
Yang Xuan suddenly asked an irrelevant question: "what do you think of my current strength compared with herrim?"
No. 1 was stunned and asked for a long time, "do you want to listen to the truth?"
Yang Xuan smiled and said directly, "OK, I know!"
He didn''t think of No. 1 to say it, but No. 1 didn''t miss the opportunity to hit him and continued: "your strength is terrible, but if you want to compare with herrim, ha ha..."
No. 1 ended with a hehe. Yang Xuan was very upset and didn''t have a good way: "sometimes, appropriate lies can improve morale."
No. 1 was dumb and said for a long time, "the Nash people refuse to lie."
Yang Xuanxiang smiled and said, "let''s fart."
No. 1 wanted to argue again, but Yang Xuan directly interrupted it and said, "all right, stop talking and think about how to deal with these two guys."
No. 1 was stunned and cast his vision forward.
The next moment, two huge figures appeared in the sandstorm.