Cultivator In Martial God World

Cough!

After another mouthful of pus and blood coughed up, the blood corpse Old Ancestor seemed to relax, looking up and staring at Yang Xuan, gnashing teeth and said: "Bai Qi!"

Yang Xuan satisfied nodded: "This is a bit of a True God look. You found this stand-in too much."

After that, Yang Xuan's toes touched the ground slightly.

bang bang bang!

After several loud noises came out, like the blood corpse Old Ancestor, a silhouette rolled and fell in front of Yang Xuan.

Look at his face, almost exactly the same as the bronze whiskers before.

"Bai Qi!" As soon as the person fell, he jumped up, burst of black wind.

"I didn't let you move!" Yang Xuan said indifferently.

bang!

Pap!

pu!

A strong force descended from the sky. In the future, people will press fiercely on the ground. After a mouthful of blood is suddenly ejected, the face of the person is like white paper.

Yang Xuan turned faintly, looking at Hei Feng, who was still kneeling on the ground, and said, "Come and tell me, who is this?" They all owe them, and they tremble constantly.

"Bai Qi, I hate it. I only hate that I didn't slap you to death with a palm in the past. This has caused today's catastrophe." The blood corpse stood up tremblingly with hate. road.

The moment Yang Xuan pulled him from the hidden place, he was seriously injured.

"This is a bit like the True God of thousands hammers, hundred refinements." Yang Xuan looked at him and said casually: "Let’s talk, any last words?"

Blood Corpse Eyes He almost burst into flames in the middle of the game, next moment, he suddenly pinched his fingers, and the blood corpse substitute who had been standing by the side suddenly jumped up and grabbed Yang Xuan.

bang!

Yang Xuan retracted the palm of his hand and flicked the blood off his hand. Indifferently said, "This is your corpse puppet, it's really good."

The blood corpse looked at the pile of flesh and blood on the ground, his mouth twitched, and his face was full of hatred and amazement.

He knows that Yang Xuan has become a deity, but until today, he didn't know what deity represents.

You must know that his corpse puppet, but True God Realm world, can't imagine that Bai Qi can't even hold a palm, it turned into flesh and blood.

"Don't you beg for mercy?" Yang Xuan looked at him and asked again.

"Please forgive me, will you let me go?" the blood corpse said in hatred.

"No, I just want to see you begging for mercy." Yang Xuan was expressionless.

"Dreaming! I am a ghost and will not let you go." The blood corpse Old Ancestor issued a vicious curse.

"The situation you said will not happen." Yang Xuan said: "Because you can't even be a ghost."

After saying that, he grabbed it and then Slightly strained fingers.

ka-cha!

The neck of the blood corpse Old Ancestor was directly cut off by him.

"I...I hate..." The blood corpse Old Ancestor uttered the last words of his life from his throat, then his neck crooked and swallowed the last anger.

Perhaps, until the very last moment before he died, he was still regretting why he didn't kill Yang Xuan in those years, which led to today's disaster.

However, things in this world are like this. There is only one opportunity. If you miss it, it will be a lifetime.

A faint illusory shadow floated from his corpse, but was directly turned into nothingness by Yang Xuan, and even the idea of ​​inhaling a black bead did not arise.

From now on, there will be no blood corpse in the world, Old Ancestor, such a person, destroy both body and soul.

Hey, hey!

The sound of teeth shaking came from the black wind mouth. Yang Xuan looked at him, but ignored him.

"You gave the order back then?" Yang Xuan looked at the real bronze beard still lying on the ground and unable to move, indifferently asked.

"hmph...huh, yes...what?" Bronzebeard struggled.

"No, if yes, you will die!" Yang Xuan said casually, and then stepped on it.

Pu chi!

Bronze whiskers instantly turned into a pool of flesh and blood, and there was one less True God in the corpse hall, leaving no last words.

Heifeng's body shakes more severely, but Yang Xuan's mouth shows a slight smile.

"I'm thinking, what benefits Black Wind has given you, is it worth your death for him?" Yang Xuan asked with a smile.

"Wh...what?" Heifeng suddenly looked up, dumbfounded.

At this moment, a long sigh came out, and then an old voice sounded in the great hall: "His Royal Highness Qingtian really knows the torch."

With the aging voice coming out, a person covered in black mist slowly walked out from behind the great hall.

"The Palace... Palace Lord, you..." Heifeng, who was kneeling on the ground, was full of horror.

"You go down first, His Royal Highness Qingtian is not an ordinary person, how can your little tricks work." Sombra said indifferently.

"But Palace Lord...I..." Kuro Feng said sharply, kneeling on the ground.

"It's nothing, I have been in retreat for many years. You have managed the Corpse Hall well, but in this matter, you have done quite a bit." The vicissitudes of shadow said.

"Palace Lord..." The black wind couldn't help but kowtowed, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes low on the ground.

Yang Xuan eyes slightly narrowed, but there is no movement.

"Dispel your unrealistic thoughts." The black shadow flicked by, and the black wind flew out at the sound, fiercely falling to the side.

"Palace Lord, please let me fight for you one last time." Black Wind roared hoarsely.

"You are bringing about one's own destruction!" The black shadow flicked his sleeves again, and the black wind flew directly into the darkness, disappeared.

"Let your majesty laugh!" The black mist dissipated, revealing the people in the thick mist, but with a face exactly like the black wind: "My corpse palace Palace Lord black wind."

Yang Xuan nodded, indifferently said: "Did you leave the customs?"

Heifeng nodded: "Yes, I have been in seclusion for 50 years and have been out of customs for less than one month."

"Putting it that way, it was not your order to chase me down?" Yang Xuan looked at him and asked.

"This incident is really done by the Vice Palace Lord's Bronze Beard. The reason should be guessed by Your Highness." Heifeng continued.

Why guess? It was nothing more than a performance in front of Chikong.

"In that case, this matter is over." Yang Xuan said indifferently, and then turned around.

"Your Majesty, wait a minute." Hei Feng stopped it with a loud voice.

"Oh? Something?" Yang Xuan squinted his eyes.

"His Royal Highness kills me Vice Palace Lord, kills me Elder, if I leave like this, I will not be able to explain to the nearly ten thousand dísciples of the corpse hall." Black Wind said.

Yang Xuan turned around slowly, and after a glance at Heifeng, he suddenly smiled: "Then you are asking me to explain?"

"The subordinate dare not, the subordinate I just want to ask your Highness for advice." Heifen slowly said: "There is only one move, one move is enough."

Looking at the black wind, Yang Xuan suddenly understood.

For a person stuck in True God Peak, any opportunity to break through the heavens and humans is very precious, even if it pays the price of life for this, it will not hesitate.

"Okay! As you wish." Yang Xuan said.

"Thank you!" Heifeng bowed to the ground, sincerely.

He knew that Yang Xuan had seen his purpose.

"Are you ready?" Yang Xuan asked.

Heifeng took a deep breath, and then nodded: "His Royal Highness does not hesitate to take action."

"Okay!" Yang Xuan only said one word, but did not see any movement .

After waiting for a long time, but after not seeing Yang Xuan take the shot, Heifeng browses frowned, and his eyes are full of doubts.

"His Royal Highness, please do it!" He bowed again.

"I have already taken action." Yang Xuan's voice came from the darkness, looking empty and mysterious.

"What?" Heifeng shook his body, his face full of uncertainty.

next moment, mutation protruding.