Just when the entire east was shaken by the news from the Death Desert, Yang Xuan had already left the territory of Dashen.

Hurry up, hurry up!

He'd pushed his speed to the limit, but he still felt it was too slow.

Yang Xuan felt that there was already a kind of madness in his heart that was about to be irrepressible.

If you dare to touch my Yang family, go up to the poor and fall down, and go down to the Yellow Spring, I want your Shen family's bloodline to be cut off from now on.

At this moment, he was on the verge of madness.

Yan Guo, the Yang family of Taiping City.

Looking at the enemies standing in the sky all over the sky, Yang Qingshan's face was full of despair.

"Let me ask you, which one is Yang Xuan's mother?

A voice came from the sky, like the majesty of heaven, full of sacredness and not to be offended.

Yang Qingshan raised his head, and above his head, there was an old man dressed in white, with a majestic and condescending face, as if he was looking at a group of ants.

To a pseudo-god realm Shinto master, these people of the Yang family are just ants, and they will be wiped out with a snap of their fingers, and even, if it weren't for that person, he wouldn't know that in this world, there is still an incomparably weak Yang family.

Until now, he still didn't believe that such a weak family had produced a Shinto master, and Yang Xuan, or Bai Qi, who couldn't even stabilize Dashen.

Therefore, he came in person, and he wanted to see what kind of family could produce such an earth-shattering figure.

However, he was disappointed, and in the face of a swarm of ants, he was not even interested in giving them a ride himself.

Facing the question of the man in white, Yang Qingshan smiled bitterly and arched his hand: "Senior, Yang Xuan has left the Yang family many years ago, and his mother has also passed away. ”

There was a mockery in the eyes of the man in white.

An ant who dares to lie in front of him really doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

"I'll give you another chance to hand over Yang Xuan's mother. He spoke lightly, without even a trace of killing intent, but the air around him seemed to freeze suddenly.

Yang Qingshan's face was pale, and he felt that his heart was grabbed by a giant claw, and it was so painful that it was even difficult to breathe.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, Yang Qingshan clutched his chest tightly, and struggled: "Front...... Senior, Yang Xuan's mother has passed away. ”

"Humph!"

The man in white let out a cold snort!

Rumble!

This cold snort, like a thunderclap, exploded in Yang Qingshan's ears, and in the ears of everyone in the Yang family, it exploded, and everyone's brains were buzzing.

It was a long time before everyone came to their senses, but the next moment, they let out exclamations at the same time.

"Head of the house!"

Several elders of the Yang family swept past Yang Qingshan's side at the same time, only to find that Yang Qingshan had already bled and stopped breathing.

"The head of the family!" Great Elder Yang Zhendong let out a sad cry.

The head of the family died, the head of the Yang family, Yang Qingshan, died, and at this moment, all the people of the Yang family had a blank brain and lost their ability to think.

"Father!"

Yang Jiaxue let out a cuckoo cry of blood, staggered out, knelt next to Yang Qingshan's corpse, and fainted.

Yang Qingshu shouted angrily and threw himself out.

"Qingshu, come back!" the third elder Yang Zhenbei roared angrily and pulled Yang Qingshu over.

"Third Uncle ......" Yang Qingshu was full of anger and struggled.

Yang Zhenbei roared at Yang Qingshu: "Do you want the Yang family to be wiped out?"

Yang Qingshu was stunned, and after a while, he slammed the ground and half-knelt beside Yang Qingshan's body.

The man in white's eyes were still very flat, and he didn't seem to be interested in everything in front of him, he paused word by word, and said lightly: "Hand over Yang Xuan's mother, otherwise, die!"

As soon as the word dead came out, the entire heaven and earth seemed to make a sound of killing at the same time, stirring back and forth around everyone in the Yang family.

Yang Jiaqiang's face was pale and his face was full of miserable smiles.

He looked at the corpse of Yang Qingshan, the head of the family not far away, and his brain went blank.

As a congenital master, the head of the family is not an enemy of the enemy, how can they, ordinary disciples, keep the Yang family?

"Brother, is the Yang family going to end?" The Yang family, who was standing on the side, was the same as him, there was no blood on his face, and even his voice trembled a little.

Syllable!

Yang Jiaqiang turned around abruptly and slapped Yang Jiayou in the face, and Yang Jiayou fell directly to the ground with a blank face.

He didn't understand why his brother was beating him.

"Can you try it again?" Yang Jiaqiang's face was hideous, like a fierce beast that wanted to choose people to devour, staring at Yang Jiayou fiercely.

The Yang family felt a great fear in their hearts, he had never seen his brother like this.

"I ...... I ......," he muttered, but he didn't dare say another word.

Yang Jiaqiang looked at him with a hideous expression, word by word, as if he was saying it to him, and as if he was saying it to himself: "As long as that person is here, even if we all die, the Yang family will not be finished." ”

"That person?" Yang Jiayou's eyes lit up, and they became brighter and brighter.

Yes, as long as he is there, the Yang family will never fall.

The surrounding disciples of the Yang family, who were originally gloomy and full of despair, all had their eyes lit up after hearing Yang Jiaqiang's words, and their hopes were rekindled.

Yes, as long as that person is there, the Yang family will not perish.

Yang Gong stood behind the crowd, he stared blankly at the corpse of the head of the family not far away, his face was blank.

After his parents glanced at each other, they both saw a decisive look in each other's eyes, and then, they quietly stood in front of Yang Gong.

Yang Jiaxue woke up, she knelt on the ground, staring blankly at her father's corpse, as if she didn't believe that her father, who had always stood tall like a mountain, actually went like this.

At this moment, a figure was always shaking in front of her eyes.

That is the god of the Yang family, and that is the heaven of the Yang family.

"Where are you? Do you know? The Yang family couldn't hold on anymore. She muttered to herself, tears rolling down her eyes.

The few remaining elders of the Yang family were also defeated at this time, and the strength of the enemy made them desperate and suffocated.

At this time, the appearance of a person invariably appeared in their hearts.

"Where are you?" they were hopeless and hopeful.

Yang Qingshu looked at the man in white standing in the air, looking at the powerful enemies around him, his eyes were full of anger and unwillingness.

His fists were clenched tightly, and even his palms were bleeding, but he didn't know anything.

The same sorrow sounded in his heart.

"Where are you?"

The man in white stood silently, condescending.

Looking at the people of the Yang family who were like ants under his feet, no, weaker than Lou Yi, he showed a trace of disdain in his eyes, and then shook his head.

To deal with such a weak family, it is really useless to dispatch him, a master of the pseudo-god realm.

After shaking his head slightly, he said lightly: "Who is Yang Xuan's mother?" ”

No one was silent.

The man in white smiled, but a mockery flashed in his eyes, and the next moment, his right hand grabbed forward slightly, and a young Yang family disciple had already been caught in his hand.

"If you point out Yang Xuan's mother, I won't kill you. He smiled and made a kind gesture.

The young disciple was only the fifth layer of the day after tomorrow, and at this time, looking at the face of the man in white, he trembled with fear: "I...... I do not know. ”

"Click!" The man in white closed his five fingers, and the Yang family disciple's neck had been pinched off, and he suddenly lost his breath.

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