After watching Yang Xuan concoct Lu Hongfei's body and hang it on a thorn, Yun Ziyan closed his mouth, didn't say a word, turned around and left.

She was extremely skeptical that if she said one more word, Bai Qi would also hang her on a thorn.

She didn't dare to bet, Yang Xuan at this time was a madman and a devil in her heart, but he was definitely not a person.

People are so crazy? People are so bloodthirsty?

She would rather believe that Yang Xuan is a devil than believe that he is a human being.

"Master, is he really the one you said he was?" she muttered to herself.

Yun Ziyan left, and even the people from the Martial Arts Alliance didn't greet him.

The people of the Martial Arts Alliance are also gone, and they are scattered.

No one dared to stay here, and they were afraid that they would be hung on a thorn.

The people are gone, and there is only one person, one tree, and the corpse soldiers and zombies who are still fighting in the entire Dingbian City.

Yang Xuan was tapping his head, the power was getting bigger and bigger, and it made people wonder if he would smash his head in the next moment.

Finally, when the knife-like pain lessened a little, the battle between the zombies and the corpse soldiers stopped.

It wasn't one of them who won, but one of the zombies.

The black mask completely covered his face, the black armor flashed with cold light, and a black horse was placed in his crotch, but half of the horse's face was exposed, revealing the white bones of the forest.

Dressed in black, he was holding a black spear, the tip of which dragged on the ground, drawing sparks.

The zombies spread out like a tidal wave, revealing a huge clearing.

The pain finally disappeared, and Yang Xuan smiled.

He waved his arm slightly, and the corpse soldiers behind him, like those zombies, retreated backwards, leaving the central open space to Yang Xuan and the black-armored man.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Yang Xuan said lightly, sighing in a tone.

The black armor didn't say a word, just drove the bone horse, slowly moving forward, the spear dragging on the ground, making a screeching sound.

The locust tree slowly sank, and before it could re-enter the ground, a branch stretched, sending Yang Xuan to the front of the black armor.

Hei Jia stopped, as if looking at Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan stood with his hands in his hands, also looking at the black armor.

After a long time, Yang Xuan suddenly sighed and said softly: "Don't come unharmed!"

Black Armor was silent, and it took an unknown amount of time before a voice came from under the mask.

"Don't come unharmed!"

The voice was hoarse and deep, but there was a hint of familiarity.

Yang Xuan looked at the black bone horse under his crotch, and suddenly said something inexplicable.

"I've seen this horse!"

Black Armor moved the spear forward, and said in a deep voice, "Yes, I did." ”

"When I saw it, it wasn't like this. Yang Xuan seemed to sigh a little.

Black Armor didn't answer the question, he just asked, "Why?"

"What, why?" Yang Xuan asked.

"Why bother us. "Hei Jia's words are very inexplicable.

But Yang Xuan seemed to understand, and he asked, "Is this what you asked?"

Hei Jia was silent for a long time before he said slowly: "The master asked me to ask." ”

Yang Xuan sighed again, shook his head and said, "What is your purpose?"

Hei Jia didn't speak, it seemed that this question, he couldn't answer.

Yang Xuan asked another strange question: "Are you still alive?"

Hei Jia replied quickly: "I'm already dead." ”

Yang Xuan didn't speak again.

Black Armor didn't speak.

The whole city fell silent.

On one side is Yang Xuan, his corpse soldier.

On one side is Black Armor, and the zombies behind him.

The scene is eerie, but it is full of a kind of beauty.

It's about brutal beauty.

"I want to borrow soldiers!" After a while, Yang Xuan suddenly said.

"How much to borrow?" asked Black Armor.

"At least one million!" Yang Xuan said a number, thought about it, and added: "The high-end combat power cannot be less than one percent." ”

"Impossible!" Black Armor refused directly.

Yang Xuan smiled, and he said lightly: "I borrow things, and I never ask others if they can do it." ”

The gun in Black Armor's hand was raised.

He didn't speak, but his movements spoke for themselves.

"I'm curious, how can a person stay sane when he dies?" Yang Xuan's body slowly floated, standing out of thin air, and asked lightly: "Su Zhenguo, this is your country, but you are destroying." ”

Su Zhenguo!

Heijia, Su Zhenguo.

The ancestor of the Rilun Kingdom, the former Great Venerable of the Five Qi, Su Zhenguo.

Yang Xuanshi was shocked.

Hei Jia shook his head slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Yang Xuan, you don't understand!"

"I hate to hear this!" Yang Xuan's eyes began to redden, and the feeling of being shrouded in red veil came again.

"Let's go, Yang Xuan, take advantage of the fact that I can still call the shots, take your existing hundreds of thousands of corpse soldiers, and leave here. The black armor spear descended slightly: "It is an unimaginable existence for you, once it finds out the situation here, you just want to leave, but you can't go." ”

My head started hurting again.

Yang Xuan's eyes began to be bloodshot, and he raised his fist again and began to tap his forehead: "If I listen to your advice, then I am not Yang Xuan anymore." ”

Hei Jia was silent, and after a while, he said slowly: "You are right, the demon god Bai Qi has never been a person who listens to persuasion. ”

After a pause, he continued, "In that case, I can only kill you and turn you into one of us." ”

"No!" Yang Xuan's hand left his forehead, and a red glow shot out of his eyes.

"I turned you into my corpse!"

As soon as the words fell, he directly turned into a red light and rushed towards the black armor.

Behind him, the sky was full of red flames.

A flame long knife was grabbed by Yang Xuan's hands, and from top to bottom, it slashed towards the black armor.

"Let me see what kind of progress you have made as a slave. With Yang Xuan's crazy roar, the void was ignited by flames.

In the face of Yang Xuanba's peerless sword, the black armor lightly clamped the horse's belly, and the bone horse suddenly stood up, and a roar that shook the world came out of his mouth.

At the same time, the black spear that had been held by Hei Jia in his hand stabbed at Yang Xuan's long knife from the bottom up, with a thick black gas.

Rumble!

A loud roar rang out in all directions.

From where the tip of the spear and the tip of the knife intersected, layers of void ripples transmitted to all directions like ripples of water, making a crackling sound.

The bone horse bent his legs, his front hooves shook, and he knelt directly to the ground, and the black spear of the black armor was also swung away fiercely, almost flying out of his hand.

Looking at Yang Xuan in mid-air, he volleyed a heel in the air, and after flying out a few feet after turning, he stood firm.

"Sure enough, it's the True God Mirror!" he said word by word.

At the same time, there was also a hint of shock in Hei Jia's originally calm voice: "True God Mirror?"

The headache is getting worse.

Yang Xuan's eyes were even redder, and he tapped his forehead hard, trying to restrain the tide-like pain.

He began to understand a little.

Every time he used his strength, the unbearable pain would strike, and the greater the force used, the stronger the pain.

This pain goes deep into the soul.

"I'm starting to hate the world. He gasped and slapped his forehead hard, his voice hoarse and bloodthirsty.