Cross-push eternal life, starting from the power of the gods to suppress the prison

Chapter 18
The backyard of the Yang family was brightly lit, and a group of clansmen and guards and servants by the lake gathered here. It is roughly estimated that there are at least seven or eight hundred people.

This situation should have been extremely lively, but there was a very strange scene in the field.

The crowd was so quiet that a needle could be heard. Almost ninety-nine percent of the people had their mouths wide open and their eyes wide open, like living wood and clay sculptures.

Everyone couldn't believe what was happening in front of them. The invincible magic transformation master in their minds was actually beaten like a dead dog by Yang Xuanzhen.

Moreover, Yang Xiong was defeated so cleanly that he didn't even have room to turn over, he lay limp in the pit, with blood gushing out from his body, he had already let out more breath and less breath.

This result completely exceeded everyone's expectations.

It should be noted that it is extremely difficult to kill a master like Yang Xiong who is in the realm of supernatural transformation, unless two or three strong men of the same level join forces to besiege, it is possible to do so.

But now, Yang Xuanzhen defeated Yang Xiong on the spot with only one person's power, this level of strength can be called terrifying.

What's more, Yang Xuanzhen is under [-] this year, and he is still immature. If he is given another few decades to grow up, wouldn't he want to sweep Yanbei City and dominate the crowd?
If it is further cultivated, even if it is cultivated into the legendary supernatural power secret realm, it may not be without a glimmer of hope.

Once Yang Xuanzhen stepped into the mystical realm of supernatural powers, the entire Yang family would be honored, and then they would ascend to heaven.

At that time, don't say that all the forces in Yanbei City will bow their heads at the feet of the Yang family.

Even if you look at the entire 340 and eight cities of Changning Mansion, there is a place for the Yang family, as long as you don't provoke some ancient families and sects, you can basically run rampant.

Thinking of this, many people's breathing became rapid, looking at the tall and straight figure standing proudly on the top of the rockery, their eyes were filled with deep fanaticism.

What's more, some people in the crowd started to discuss loudly, completely ignoring Yang Xiong, who was seriously injured and dying.

"Xuanzhen's nephew is extremely talented, brave and invincible, and defeated the old thief Yang Xiong by crossing the fifth level, he is really a god."

"That's right, Yang Xiong insisted on self-cultivation, but tried to provoke Yang Xuanzhen, who was relegated to the mortal world, he deserves death!"

"Old thief Yang Xiong has lost his mind long ago, and his crimes are serious. He has come to this end, and it is his own fault."

"Hmph, Yang Xiong is not mediocre, and he deserves to be called the Patriarch of my Yang clan? It's shameless!"

"Haha...Yang Xiong, do you still remember me? My name is Yang Yong, and I used to work under your command. My son Yang Hao, because of a little friction with your daughter, was broken by her and is still paralyzed. lingering in bed."

At this time, three clansmen walked out of the crowd, accusing and cursing Yang Xiong with ferocious faces, extremely sad.

These three people had grudges against Yang Xiong for various reasons. Now that the other party has fallen, they immediately stood up, exposed each other's ugly face, retaliated and humiliated each other, and used the hatred in their hearts.

"Shut up for me!"

Yang Honglie's face was completely distorted, and he stared at these clansmen who were submissive in front of him on weekdays.

"You three stupid pigs are just livestock raised by the elder brother. How dare you bite the master back, how can you be so reasonable?"

The three of them turned their heads to look at Yang Honglie, a look of panic flickered in their eyes, and they didn't dare to look at him.

There were even two people who turned around and ran away without saying a word. It seemed that the fear of Yang Honglie had been deeply imprinted in their bones.

I'm afraid that if you take a step too late, you will encounter disaster.

The remaining person stood stiffly in place, neither daring to advance nor retreat.

It has to be said that Yang Honglie is indeed very powerful in the Yang family, even if he is seriously injured at the moment, he still has a lingering power, easily frightening the three Yang family members, making them panic all day long.

"Hmph, a cowardly bastard, what a waste!"

Yang Honglie sneered in disdain, turned to look at the crowd, and said loudly: "I tell you, big brother will not lose, let alone lose!"

"I don't believe it, it's fake, it's all fake, it's a demon invading my mind, it's an illusion, it's a dream, it's just a dream..."

"Haha, how could big brother lose to this little bastard? Impossible, absolutely impossible...I don't believe it, I want to wake up, wake up for me..."

The more Yang Honglie spoke, the louder his voice became, he gradually became incoherent, until he became hysterical, and finally he stumbled and took several steps back, looking like a madman.

Seeing this, the two clansmen supporting him hurriedly let go and walked away from him, with fear in their eyes.

"The dragon and the tiger quickly fix my divine form, and the demons will retreat!"

Yang Honglie was still shouting, shaking his head constantly, and waving his fists indiscriminately, unwilling to admit the tragic facts before him, trying to wake up from the nightmare.

Yang Xiong was his biggest reliance on Yang Xuanzhen's death, and his only hope.

If Yang Xiong is not Yang Xuanzhen's opponent, then how can he have the ability to fight against the opponent?

He can only desperately deny this fact to achieve the purpose of self-comfort.

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe me right now. When you get down there, you can ask Lord Yan if this is a dream..."

Suddenly, an indifferent voice sounded in Yang Honglie's ears, making him terrified.

He suddenly turned his head to look, and saw that Yang Xuanzhen had come to his side at some point, staring at him.

There was no expression on this young man's face, only a pair of dark eyes radiated a cold light, like two sharp swords, piercing people's hearts.

"You... you... stop for me!"

In an instant, Yang Honglie felt cold all over his body, and finally regained consciousness from his madness, suppressed the injuries in his body, turned around and fled without hesitation.

He no longer cared about who Yang Xuanzhen was referring to as Lord Hades, what's the use of asking that person?
Instead, he raised his breath and jumped forward, stomping heavily on the ground with his feet, and was about to sprint towards the outside of Yang's mansion.

At this moment, his heart was filled with endless regret.

If he had known this earlier, he should have strangled Yang Xuanzhen in the cradle at the beginning, so as not to cause disaster today.

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world.

The only thing Yang Honglie can do now is to escape from the Yang Mansion, run far away and hide, leaving him useful and looking for opportunities for revenge in the future.

However, the moment his legs lifted off the ground, Yang Xuanzhen stretched out his big hand like lightning, grabbed his neck in an instant, and lifted him up directly.

"Forgive me...cough cough cough cough..."

Yang Honglie struggled desperately to beg for mercy, but his throat was blocked by a big hand, so that he couldn't utter a complete sentence, and could only let out a hoarse dry cough from his throat.

"Noisy."

Yang Xuanzhen frowned, and squeezed his five fingers together fiercely.

Click!

Yang Honglie's larynx snapped, and his head drooped.

"You...you...animal, don't deserve a good death..."

Yang Honglie was not dead yet, he turned his head sideways and squeezed out a few words intermittently.

With indescribable hatred in his eyes, he still stared at Yang Xuanzhen, as if he wanted to engrave Yang Xuanzhen's appearance into his soul.

A master of the psychic realm like him is extremely tenacious, even if his heart is shattered, he can still linger on for a while. Although it is short, it is enough to say his last words.

Yang Xuanzhen didn't care about his threats and curses before he died, but stretched out his other hand, with five fingers like a hook, and grabbed the opponent's head directly.

Then he pulled and twisted suddenly, and immediately, Yang Honglie's entire head was torn off by him.

puff!

Yin Hong's blood spurted out, and Yang Honglie's head and body crashed to the ground, splashing dust mixed with blood.

In the past, relying on his status and cultivation as an elder, this person targeted the original body everywhere, but now that he is being punished, Yang Xuanzhen doesn't seem to have too much trouble in his heart.

He can't seem to empathize.

(End of this chapter)