It was a very cold feeling, as if someone was in a sleep, and suddenly someone untied the quilt and poured a bucket of filthy cold water on it.

Yang Xuan's divine thoughts instantly alarmed him, and the hairs on his body stood on end, and goosebumps appeared.

Chen Yuanxi was shocked and shouted, "Hurry up!"

Yang Xuan still hesitated, but was slammed into the air by Chen Yuanxi's soul, and was caught off guard and flew towards the exit.

The next moment, a slender cold will instantly climbed up, directly invading Yang Xuan's sea of consciousness.

Yang Xuan was shocked, this cold will was like a long river draining the ground, it was unstoppable at all, and in an instant, his divine thoughts were washed away, and he could not form an army.

This has nothing to do with his own strength, it is simply a contest on the spiritual level, and unfortunately, Yang Xuan is the losing side.

At the critical moment, Yang Xuan's heart was as calm as water, and his thoughts were concentrated at one point in an instant, and after a slight pause, he suddenly exploded.

At this moment, the entire consciousness void bloomed with a thousand rays of light as if the universe had just opened, illuminating everything.

There was a momentary pause in the cold will under this light.

Taking advantage of this kung fu, Yang Xuan immediately withdrew his divine thoughts into his body, and at the same time laid layers of barriers behind him to block the pursuit of the cold will.

Boom Boom Boom!

The next moment he laid down the barrier, the cold will shot like a sharp arrow, penetrating all the barriers, and piercing directly into Yang Xuan's eyebrows.

Yang Xuan's heart shook, his palms instantly closed, and then opened.

The two forces of life and death exploded instantly, and within a thousandth of a second, the void in front of him was directly blasted into a colorful cavity.

The cold will didn't have time to react, and instantly disappeared into the cavity.

"Together!" Yang Xuan shouted, his palms immediately closed.

The colorful cavity recovered as his palm recovered, engulfing the will soil inside.

The surroundings were restored to the same as before, and the strong wind from the prairie shook Yang Xuan's clothes and hunting sounds, but it was difficult to blow away his ice-like face.

On the other side of his line of sight, Chen Yuanxi, who had been standing still, suddenly showed a smile on his face and made a mouth gesture to speak.

The next moment, he collapsed layer by layer, turned into flying ash in the sky, and disappeared without a trace when the wind blew it.

There was a faint singing voice between heaven and earth, and the tune was beautiful, like a flowing stream.

Yang Xuan knew that it was the last voice that belonged to Chen Yuanxi, and it might also be the most beautiful voice in his memory.

The music disappeared and flew in the wind.

Chen Yuanxi died.

He finally died.

This death is a real death, and from now on, there will be no one like Chen Yuanxi in heaven and earth.

Yang Xuan didn't know whether this was lucky or unfortunate for Chen Yuanxi, he only knew that before Chen Yuanxi left, what he was thinking about in his heart must be Lin Qingyao.

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

Although Chen Yuanxi finally came to speak, he told him a sentence with his mouth: go to the heart of the universe.

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 had one more thing to do.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Yang Xuan's mouth, his figure was blurred, and when it was clear again, he had already reached the bottom of the towering mountain.

Yunshen Mountain, Yunshen Palace!

The white cloud shrine built on the mountain looks sacred and brilliant under the reflection of the unknown light source.

The tall statue at the top of the mountain, with the obvious characteristics of the Black Cloud Man, stood majestically in the wind.

Cloud God Statue!

But Yang Xuan knew that this was definitely not the true appearance of the Cloud God, but just the ancestor of the Black Cloud Clan, built according to his own imagination.

Boom!

Two rays of light bombarded Yang Xuan one left and one right, and at the same time, they were accompanied by a loud shout: "Bold fanatics, dare to trespass into the Cloud God Palace." ”

Yang Xuan waved his hand indifferently, pinched off the two pillars of light, and then pulled them, and tore off the two figures from the air, and then slammed them to the ground, blood splattered on the white jade steps, forming a strange pattern.

Yang Xuan didn't even glance at the corpses of the two Great Emperors on the ground, and walked up the white jade steps.

Rumble!

Two more figures rushed out and attacked Yang Xuan in the same way.

In response to them, two curved blades like a golden moon appeared out of thin air, only to flash and then disappear again.

Four halves of the corpse were left behind, but they couldn't piece together a complete human form.

More people rushed over from all directions, each of them was a Great Emperor cultivator, and some even approached the Sage and became a half-Saint.

But no one could stop Yang Xuan's pace for even half a second, either he was cut in half by Jin Mang, or he was burned by the flames until there was nothing left, or he was frozen into ice cubes and fell to the ground and became ice slag.

The staircase stretched long and long, reaching deep into the clouds and disappearing.

The killing continued, and Yang Xuan's pace was still unshaken.

A long sigh came from the top of the mountain.

"Stop, let him come up. ”

The desperate figure finally stopped the moth's fire-throwing attack and retreated, standing still on either side of the steps.

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

For these involuntary splinters, he can kill them, or they can not kill them.

The steps are getting steeper and narrower, and as the height rises, the wind grows stronger, whistling on both sides of the almost suspended steps, waving his teeth and claws at Yang Xuan.

Finally, Yang Xuan walked to the top of the mountain and came to the huge cloud god statue.

Under the statue, Princess Ziyun, dressed in purple, stood pretty, looking at Yang Xuan blankly, like a statue.

Behind him, there was the Black Cloud Emperor, whose face was pale and his arms had not recovered until now, and seven or eight Black Cloud Old Men with white beards.

Yang Xuan walked up to them, stood still, and was silent.

An old man with a black cloud strode forward, scolding with anger on his face: "Yang Xuan, what are you going to do?"

The answer to him was a finger, white as jade, but it pierced the sky and lightly touched the center of his eyebrows.

Bang!

After a thunderclap, the old man fell down in amazement, turning into a picture of death under the cloud god statue on the white jade square.

Even until he died, he couldn't believe that he only said one word from the appearance, and he died directly under Yang Xuan.

"Who else?" Yang Xuan looked around, his gaze scanning everyone's faces.

"Yang Xuan, don't be too ...... to deceive people"

Another old man rushed out, his body was full of energy, and he slammed into Yang Xuan.

This time, Yang Xuan didn't even have a finger, just stomped his foot, and a red flame rose between the white jade, wrapped around the old man's body, and after a gentle stroke, he was sent back to the dust.

Another old man was about to rush up, but was stopped by Ziyun waving his hand.

She looked at Yang Xuan quietly, and after a while, she suddenly let out a long sigh of relief, and then smiled like a flower.

"I was thinking, if I could meet you before Purple Frost, it might be a different story, a different ending. She said softly.

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