Everyone was looking forward to that moment, expecting that under the sunlight, the powerful enemy in front of them would turn into ashes and disappear without a trace.

Many people have seen this scene.

It was still a hundred years ago, when a demon Dao master invaded Qixing Mountain, and the elder of Huangshang that day was also like today, holding up the scorching sun, and then falling, and the enemy was wiped out, leaving no trace.

So, no one would think that today's results would be any different.

The enemy who dares to stand in the way of the scorching sun is doomed to ashes.

However, they were destined to be disappointed.

Facing the scorching sun in the sky, Yang Xuan only glanced at it slightly, and there was not even a trace of disdain on his face.

It is true that Huang Sheng is a Yuan Ying, but his strength is only comparable to Yang Xuan's Jin Dan.

The next moment, the scorching sun melted like ice and snow, and ten thousand rays of light went up retrograde, where they came from and where they returned.

The sound of shattering glass continued to sound, and the scorching sun in the sky, accompanied by the seven stars, all turned into fragments in the sky, and then disappeared without a trace.

It all happened in a few moments, but in just a few seconds, everything was reversed.

Even when Huang Shang's mouth spurted blood and flew out upside down, the faces of the Seven Star disciples were still full of anticipation and excitement, and they didn't have time to change their expressions.

But when Huang Shang fell hard in front of them, all his expressions froze, and then turned into sluggishness.

"It can't !!"

Huang Shang's face was full of shock and fear, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

He slammed the ground, his body jumped up, and between the continuous pinching of his hands, streaks of golden light appeared in front of him.

Huang Shang's face was full of hideousness, accompanied by blood at the corner of his mouth, like a demon.

"Give me ...... death"

At this moment, a faint voice pierced through the space, penetrated the golden light, and sent it into his ears.

"As I said, you only have one chance to shoot and not die. ”

The voice was very faint, but when it fell on Huang Shang's ears, it weighed more than 10,000 catties.

The sword light that was originally shaking rapidly suddenly hovered, and Huang Shang's face was hideous, but the hesitation in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

He has been cultivating for hundreds of years, and it is not easy for him to get to where he is today.

At this moment, he hesitated.

"Elder Huang, stand down. ”

Just as Huang Sheng hesitated, a majestic voice came from a distance.

Huang Sheng sighed, and the sword light began to dissipate.

He knew that from the moment he hesitated, he had already made his choice.

He didn't want to die, he didn't have the courage to make another move on Yang Xuan.

An old man in a white robe flew over from a distance with several elders who were also old and landed in front of Yang Xuan.

"See the boss!"

All the Seven Star disciples bowed respectfully.

"Old man Ming Huaqing, Gong is the head of the Seven Star Dao, and Your Excellency has a grudge against my Seven Star Dao?" the old man said in a calm tone, looked at Yang Xuan and asked.

"No grudges, no grudges, I just want to take one thing. Yang Xuan said lightly.

"This?" Ming Huaqing flipped his palm, and a piece of triangular metal shone brightly and appeared in his hand.

The moire on it moved slightly like flowing water.

Yang Xuan took a deep breath, this was the second piece of triangular metal he had seen.

"Yes!" he said just one word.

The triangular metal floated up and down in Ming Huaqing's hands, and vaguely, Yang Xuan found that outside the gray metal surface, there was actually some kind of strange aura flowing.

Illusion?

Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

"It turns out that you are here for this immortal treasure, so it is not surprising. Ming Huaqing sighed, and there was a trace of melancholy between his eyebrows.

"In the past ten years, for the sake of the four immortal treasures, how many disputes have arisen, how many people have died, I originally thought that since the last battle of immortal treasures, Penglai will be peaceful for at least a hundred years, but who would have thought that only three years later, but because of this immortal treasure, my seven-star disciple died innocently. Ming Huaqing looked at Yang Xuan, there was no hatred in his eyes, no murderous intent, only a faint trace of regret: "Sometimes I wonder if it was right or wrong for Diluo to bring four immortal treasures into Penglai back then, is it a blessing or a curse?"

"Boss......" There was a worried face on the face of the old man in the Taoist robe, and he bowed down.

"Needless to say, I know what you're trying to say. Ming Huaqing interrupted him: "Xianbao is not guilty, the guilty are those of us who call ourselves immortals, hehe, immortals?"

Ming Huaqing smiled, and there was a hint of sarcasm on his face.

Yang Xuan had been listening to him, but the more he listened, the more confused he became.

"You say...... Is this an immortal treasure?" he asked, looking at the triangular metal in Ming Huaqing's hand.

"You don't know, then what do you want it to do?" Ming Huaqing looked even more puzzled than Yang Xuan.

"I want him because it's mine. Yang Xuan didn't hide it, he told the truth.

"Your thing?" Ming Huaqing was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, laughing very happily.

"It's been a long time since I've heard such a funny joke. Ming Huaqing said with a smile, like an old friend, greeting with a smile.

It's just that this smile is a little cold.

The triangular metal slowly sank into Ming Huaqing's palm, and then he put his hands behind his back and looked at Yang Xuan lightly: "Since you are here for this immortal treasure, there is nothing to say, if you want to get it, it depends on your means." ”

Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes, and after being silent for a long time, he suddenly said inexplicably: "What will you do in this situation?"

No one answered, and his words seemed to speak with the air to listen.

Ming Huaqing looked at him suspiciously.

Yang Xuan seemed to be smiling, but he didn't seem to be smiling, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, as if he was listening to the voice that didn't exist.

"Therefore, I think that only killing and perdition is the most perfect solution to all problems. After a while, Yang Xuan muttered to himself again.

For some reason, Ming Huaqing suddenly felt a little cold, and it seemed that the temperature around him had dropped a little.

Then he saw that from some point on, there seemed to be a hint of red in the eyes of the strange young man.

There was a faint smell of blood coming from an unknown place, accompanied by a low laugh.

Yang Xuan was laughing, and his laughter was cold, like blood, like ice.

"Die!"

He paused word by word, and his eyes fell on Ming Huaqing and everyone in Qixing Mountain.

......

Yang Xuan, who had just gotten off the plane, suddenly stood still.

His gaze seemed to pierce the space in an instant, landing somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

After a while, he spoke softly: "It turns out that you are not dead." ”

The deformation was unknown, and he said with a puzzled face: "Mr. Yang, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing!" Yang Xuan shook his head and didn't explain.

The transformation didn't ask anymore, but said: "Mr. Yang, we are going to the special operations force assembly point now, but before that, you need to choose a title for yourself, and in the operation, we will call you by the title, not your real name." ”

"Do you need a title?" Yang Xuan looked at the transformation.

Metamorphosis nodded and said, "Generally speaking, external titles are naturally formed, but you are an exception, you can make your own." ”

Yang Xuan nodded, but his gaze fell on an unknown distance.

After a while, he said lightly: "Then call it gods and demons." ”