"Iron Man?" Su Zhenchen was confused.

"A tyrant, a mortal. Yang Xuan explained.

"Mortal?" Su Zhenchen was very strange, mortals could compare to him?

"Although he is a mortal, he has invented a very powerful set of armor, which can arm his whole body, and can be compared to the gods. Yang Xuan said, and then told him the story of the Avengers in a few words.

"Ha, this chivalrous man of steel or something, he is also a fool, he has such a powerful armor, he always thinks about saving others, isn't it good to live for himself?" Su Zhenchen's face was full of disdain.

Yang Xuan nodded approvingly: "Actually, I think so too, but if he wasn't such a person, there wouldn't be so many people like him." ”

"Anyway, it's a stupid hat!" Su Zhenchen made his final comment.

If Tony Stark knew that someone had commented on him like this, he wouldn't know what his expression was.

"Why are you mentioning this?" Su Zhenchen finally reacted and was a little far away from Yang Xuan.

"Heal your wounds!" Yang Xuan said as a matter of course: "Delay time, heal!"

"You ......" Su Zhenchen was furious.

Yang Xuan shook his arm, the wound had completely healed, and the bones had long been intact.

"Your strength ......" he looked at Su Zhenchen and said slowly.

Hula!

Behind him, two long wings, one black and one white, suddenly appeared, and the long wings stretched, and the entire hall instantly turned into ashes and disappeared into nothingness.

Night has fallen, there are no stars, no moon, and the heavens and the earth are dark and desolate.

The wings flickered slightly, and Yang Xuan stood in the air, condescending, looking at Su Zhenchen lightly.

"Your strength is like armor, and though it is strong, it does not belong to you. He said slowly, his eyes full of pity: "You're just a puppet, a poor creature who doesn't even know that you're a puppet." ”

"You...... Nonsense!" Su Zhenchen roared: "I'll kill you." ”

As soon as the words fell, his whole body turned into a black light and shadow, and he rushed towards Yang Xuan.

The wings moved slightly, one left and one right, as if the heavens and the earth were closed, fixing the light and shadow that rushed over in the void.

"I'll kill you!" Su Zhenchen was still roaring, and the black qi on his face surged.

"You can't kill me!" Yang Xuan said lightly, then reached out and grabbed it gently.

Like a giant whale absorbing water, the thick black mist was grabbed by Yang Xuan from Su Zhenchen's body, as if a black gauze had been taken away.

In just one moment, Su Zhenchen's face became extremely hideous and desperate, like a fish about to die of thirst, opening his mouth wide, trying to find the non-existent water vapor.

"You...... You crumb, you ...... What did you do? What the hell did you ...... What did you do?" Su Zhenchen was crazy and desperate, bleeding from his seven orifices.

"I didn't do anything, I just stripped your armor off. Yang Xuan carried the black gauze and said lightly.

"You...... You...... Give it back. Su Zhenchen, who was bleeding from seven orifices, struggled and roared angrily, but he couldn't break free of the pair of black and white wings.

Yang Xuan smiled, the black and white wings disappeared, and Su Zhenchen fell directly to the ground, but the moment he touched the ground, a black branch stretched out from the ground and lifted Su Zhenchen up.

The next moment, the ground trembled, and a locust tree that occupied the sky and the earth broke through the ground, shattered the void, and stood beneath the night sky.

Fortunately, I don't know what Su Zhenchen used before, the palace was empty at this time, otherwise, looking at such a strange and majestic scene, I am afraid that many people would be stunned.

Yang Xuan, who was standing high on the canopy, shook his hand and threw the black gauze in his hand onto the locust tree.

The locust tree clearly understood what it was, and two thick branches met it, like a pair of arms, and gently lifted the black gauze robe.

At this time, Su Zhenchen gradually quieted down, he stared blankly at an unknown place, and something strange seemed to be flickering in his eyes.

The black veil disappeared, and the aura on the locust tree began to change, rising steadily.

Yang Xuan didn't pay attention to the evolving locust tree, he just looked at Su Zhenchen who was hanging on the branch.

After a while, he suddenly asked, "You understand?"

Su Zhenchen's body was shocked, his gaze refocused, and fell on Yang Xuan.

"I ......," he spat out a word, but didn't continue.

"Looks like you really get it. Yang Xuan sighed.

"I ......" Su Zhenchen's face changed, from pale to red, from red to blue-black, and after several changes, he returned to pale.

"I see!" he muttered, dejected, "I am nothing more than someone else's puppet." ”

Yang Xuan nodded: "It's good to understand! What are the plans?" I mean...... Words. ”

Su Zhenchen, who had lost his strength, could no longer keep his soul intact, he was about to dissipate, and the immortals could not be saved.

The god of darkness had preserved his soul for a hundred years by unknown means, and now he lost his power, and with it the power that had been protecting his soul from dissipating.

"I don't have any last words!" Su Zhenchen smiled bitterly, laboriously untied the corpse heart jade in his hand, and threw it to Yang Xuan.

The corpse heart jade didn't go far and began to fall, but it was picked up by a slender branch and sent to Yang Xuan.

"The method of opening the corpse heart jade is engraved on the inside!" Su Zhenchen's eyes had already drifted into the distance, and his eyes were confused.

Yang Xuan took a slight look, and on the inside of the jet-black bracelet, there were indeed some small words.

After putting the corpse heart jade on his left wrist, Yang Xuan looked at Su Zhenchen and asked again, "What else do you have to say?" ”

"Can you give me back that painting?" Su Zhenchen did not withdraw his gaze, still looking at an unknown place, and there seemed to be a smile on his face.

Yang Xuan did not hesitate to send the painting to Su Zhenchen and unfold it.

Su Zhenchen retracted his gaze and looked at the person in the painting stupidly, with a flash of crystal in the corner of his eye.

The palace, the ruins, the black locust tree, Su Zhenchen, the picture scroll......

It forms a new picture scroll that is strange but full of poignant feelings.

For some reason, Yang Xuan suddenly felt as if he was back on that cliff again, on the opposite side of the cliff, flying down three thousand feet.

The high-spirited Su Zhenchen knelt down on one knee in front of the barefoot, but white-clothed person who was victorious in snow, and held his hands together......

What a beautiful picture!

Yang Xuan sighed, then waved his hand.

Red flames lit up all over the sky, like another sunset, reflecting half of the sky.

In the flames, there seemed to be a sigh coming out, pulling out an ethereal word of thanks.

The locust sprouted new branches, but they were still black, like burnt thoughts, crooked, growing out from under the dense thorns.

Yang Xuan saw a touch of new green in the burnt black.

I just don't know if it's a hallucination.

But the leaves of the locust tree, which were as crystal clear as black jade, were by no means an illusion.

Not only did the locust tree grow new branches, but it also grew new leaves.

Finally no longer bare trunks.

Yang Xuan sighed, then reached out and plucked a black leaf and put it in his mouth.

"Bah, it's bitter!," he scolded, "can't it grow sweeter?"

The locust tree moved, as if to say, "No!"

"Alas, life is not satisfactory, nine times out of ten. Yang Xuan shook his head, sighed, and then asked, "Did you say that?"

It was as if he was speaking to himself, and as if he was asking questions about the void.

But a moment later, a faint voice replied with one word: "Yes!"

The void cracked, and a bloody mouth appeared behind Yang Xuan, and the sharp fangs flashed with cold light, swallowing Yang Xuan in one bite.

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