In the main hall, when Jiang left the city and headed towards Jun Qicheng, the breath of the void was like thousands of siege crossbows ready to go, unprecedentedly tense.

Lin Huang frowned instantly, and when his palm flipped over, a pitch-black array puppet appeared on his side.

Although Jun Chengcheng has entered the martial arts, it is difficult to compete with a strong person like Jiang Licheng, even if her martial soul is very strong.

In the powerful martial soul, it can't match the realm gap between her and Jiang Licheng.

Lin Huang Lin Huang knew that the puppet was just a mantis arm as a car in front of Jiang Licheng. But even if it's a mantis arm as a car, maybe it will make sense at some point.

Jun Chengcheng raised his head, looked at Jiang Licheng coldly, and did not speak.

"Don't think that if you don't speak, you can't do anything about it. The sword you just made the void freeze was amazing, but it had no effect on Ben Hou!"

Jiang Licheng sneered, and his words snuffed out Jun Chengcheng's thoughts.

Jun Chengcheng still didn't bother to pay attention to Jiang Licheng, just stood in front of Yang Xuangan, looking at the oncoming Jiang Licheng.

Jiang Licheng's face was angry, thinking that he had been treated so indifferently by Wuhou, who was ranked second, and then said: "Benhou is curious, in addition to the abolished genius Lin Cangxue, there is such an amazing woman in this Eastern Spirit Realm, who has the realm of Wuhou at a young age!"

"Say, who the hell are you!"

Jiang Licheng scolded sharply.

At this moment, Lin Huang had already walked out of the crowd, looked at the purple-clothed middle-aged man in the distance, and scolded loudly:

"Jiang Licheng!"

Ahead, Jiang Licheng turned his head, only to see a pitch-black puppet suddenly smashing into his head. Jiang Licheng sneered, his face showed disdain, and when his sleeve robe waved, he flew the puppet away.

"Carving insect skills!"

Jiang Licheng snorted coldly.

However, at the moment when the array puppet fell, Jun Qicheng's eyes lit up slightly, and he suddenly waved the long sword in his hand, causing the aura in the void to solidify again.

The sword light shone and stabbed at Jiang Licheng.

Jiang Licheng's face was pale, but he didn't expect a puppet to distract him, so that the girl in red seized the opportunity......

Then, Jiang Licheng's body twisted, and he instantly broke free from the solidifying power of the void, and suddenly retreated.

The tip of Jun Chengcheng's sword was pointed at Jiang Licheng's chest, but because of the latter's continuous retreat, it did not pierce half a point.

"It's time for Ben Hou to make a move!"

Jiang Licheng smiled awe-inspiringly, grabbed the long sword in front of him with one hand, and continued: "Ben Hou really doesn't understand, how can a girl who has just stepped into the realm of Wuhou have the courage to dare to make a move against Ben Hou!"

Lin Huang looked worried, and once again manipulated the formation of puppets towards Jiang to leave the city.

At the moment when Jun fell into the city and killed Jiang to leave the city and leave Yang Xuangan. The figure of the Bloody Marquis in the field moved instantly......

I saw that his blood shadow moved, and he was heading towards Yang Xuangan.

The Xuanzi Army and the Thirteen Killings of the Human Character followed.

Seeing everyone coming, the Bloody Marquis sneered, and his figure split again, which caught people off guard.

At this moment, Shen Qingshan also flew up and went straight towards Yang Xuangan.

Boom!

In front of Yang Xuangan, Shen Qingshan and Xueyi Hou slapped each other, and the whole person was suddenly blown away, like a kite with a broken string hitting the wall of the main hall, spitting blood.

The bloody marquis laughed, and slapped his palm on Yang Xuangan's body.

Shen Qingshan's tiger eyes enlarged, but he suddenly turned his head and shouted at Lin Huang in the distance: "Plaque!"

Plaque?

Lin Huang's expression froze, and he turned his head to look at Shen Qingshan, and found that the latter was looking at him. Then Lin Huang turned his head to look at Yang Xuangan's corpse.

Yang Xuangan's corpse had already been smashed by the bloody marquis with a palm, turning into a ball of powder that disappeared with the wind.

As the corpses disappeared, the screams of the blood crows in the blood lake instantly became terrifying. The wings of incitement were even more intense, and the terrifying aura of the Dao swept out.

The seal above the blood lake shattered at a speed visible to the naked eye as Yang Xuangan's corpse disappeared.

In the main hall, everyone looked at the scene in front of them, and they all felt a breath of death enveloping their hearts.

At this moment, the Xuanzi Army and the Thirteen Killings of the Humanbone were frantically chasing and killing the Bloody Cloth Marquis, but the latter was smug with a smug smile on his face. As soon as Yang Xuan's corpse is destroyed, when the blood crow is born, everyone here will become his puppets.

Lin Huang's eyes flickered......

In the field, after Yang Xuangan's corpse turned into ashes, a string of words appeared in the place where he was originally sitting.

"The night watchman Yang Xuan feels that the demon is here!"

Looking at that string of words, Lin Huang suddenly woke up and understood the meaning of Shen Qingshan's previous shouting of 'plaque', and his figure swept forward.

Under Yang Xuangan's body is a string of large characters in concave Yin.

And the plaque that Lin Huang took off from the giant hall was a string of convex Yangwen characters.

Lin Huang took out the plaque and immediately covered it with the Yin characters, and since then the two strings of words have become one.

Boom......

Knock knock!

The moment the plaque fell, the hall shook suddenly.

The walls around the main hall began to peel off, and a little bit of starlight shone out.

In the main hall, everyone was at a loss, not knowing what had happened.

As the wall stone fell off, countless points of light converged in one place, forming an extremely powerful force, and the powerful aura dominated the entire hall, like a monstrous tide, surging endlessly.

Jiang Licheng also stopped the battle with Jun Chengcheng, and turned his head to look at the light spots in the main hall.

Bloody Hou frowned, and there was a slight feeling in his heart.

I saw that in the void, countless points of light gathered, shining like stars and dazzling like the sun. Between the circulations, the brilliance was radiant, and finally condensed into an illusory figure.

"Who is the one who is guilty of the tomb of this king?"

In the main hall, a thunderous rebuke sounded.

Lin Huang raised his head, only to see that the illusory figure was a little old, but it was domineering. The navy blue round-necked robe waved, as if it had the spirit of dominating the world.

Between the eyebrows, the righteousness is awe-inspiring!

Yang Xuangan!

Lin Huang gasped, he didn't expect that in this Martial King Tomb, there was still a trace of Yang Xuan's soul remaining, and it was so powerful that everyone's breath was stagnant.

"Shen Qingshan, the leader of the Xuanzi Battalion of Xuanyuan Mansion, meet Lord Yang!"

"Xuanzi Camp Ginseng!"

Two voices sounded in the hall one after another, and I saw Shen Qingshan holding his fist salute, staring at Yang Xuangan's remnant soul with a solemn expression.

"Xuanyuan Mansion?"

Yang Xuangan was slightly stunned, his thin lips pursed the words 'Xuanyuan Mansion', and then asked hoarsely: "Since the little master of Changge, how many generations has Xuanyuan Fu been!"

"Eleventh generation!"

Shen Qingshan's face was respectful, "Now the head of the Xuanyuan Mansion is Lord Xuanyuan Tibing!"

“...... It's eleven generations!"

Yang Xuan's eyebrows condensed slightly, with a slight look of amazement, the lifespan of a martial artist can reach more than five hundred years old. He has only passed away for more than three hundred years, but Xuanyuan Mansion has experienced eleven generations of family heads, and he can imagine how tragic Xuanyuan Mansion's sacrifice has become.

"Who are you?"

Then, Yang Xuangan's gaze shifted to Jiang Licheng and the Bloody Marquis, and without waiting for the two to speak, there was a look of disgust on his face:

"You have the breath of a blood crow on you!"

The Bloody Marquis frowned, and then smiled awefully: "Hmph, it's just a remnant soul, and I dare to be so high, I'm the Bloody Marquis!"

Blood-clothed Hou said with an awe-inspiring smile.

"Bloody Marquis?"

Yang Xuangan smiled slightly, "Compared to the evil king in the Yin Yang Valley, he is just an ant." The old man was able to seal the evil king back then, but now if he wants to kill you, even if it is a remnant soul, it is just a handful of capture!"

The Bloody Marquis was not afraid, and said: "In this lake, there are tens of thousands of blood crows, and it is too late for you to suppress the Blood Lake with a wisp of remnant soul, so how can you suppress this Hou?"

"Really?"

Yang Xuangan smiled slightly, his gaze shifted, and then stopped on Lu Han, with a look of surprise in his eyes, and then said, "Little friend, can you borrow a gun?"

Lu Han's swarthy little face tightened, shook the golden gun in his hand, and then sent it out.

Looking at the golden gun in his hand, Yang Xuangan's face seemed to have a look of reminiscence, his wrinkled palm caressed the golden gun, and said hoarsely: "Three hundred years later, the old man can still see the Xuanyuan golden gun, and he will die without regrets!"

Then, Yang Xuangan suddenly roared, the golden spear in his hand shook, and the green dragon that was clinging to the body of the spear flew out, and with the speed of the long rainbow through the sun, he headed towards the bloody cloth.

In the main hall, all the aura was suppressed by the golden gun at this moment.

Bloody Hou's face changed greatly, looking at the blue dragon that was coming in an instant, his pupils dilated rapidly, and his body suddenly split into two. But before the split was complete, a golden spear shone brightly, like a cloud breaking from the sky......

The terrifying spear roared, and with the speed of lightning and flint, it instantly pierced the head of the Bloody Clothed Marquis!

The whole person of the Bloody Cloth Hou was pierced through the golden spear, thrown high into the void, and the spear blade sank into the stone wall, hanging the Bloody Cloth Hou.

Everyone's faces were shocked.

A wisp of remnant soul instantly killed the bloody marquis.

This is the realm of the Martial King!

Even if it is a wisp of remnant soul, it is also an irresistible existence of Wuhou.

Then, Yang Xuangan turned his head to stare at Jiang Licheng and scolded:

"Get out!"

Jiang Licheng's face was grim, his eyes looked directly at Yang Xuangan, and said, "You can't make a second move, and this Hou is not a bloody marquis!"

When the two were talking, the blood crows in the blood lake became more and more tyrannical, frantically fanning their wings, and the aura of Dao Yin and evil invaded out, gradually breaking the seal on the lake.

Yang Xuangan turned his head and forgot to look at the lake, then turned back to stare at Jiang Licheng, and smiled abruptly, "You're right, but so what?"

Then, Yang Xuangan turned his head to look at Shen Qingshan and asked, "The old man can only do this, and the rest will be handed over to you." No matter what, you must not lose the prestige of Xuanyuan Mansion!"

Shen Qingshan nodded solemnly.

Yang Xuan smiled wistfully, looking at the blood crows all over the lake, his old eyes were full of determination, and when his body moved, he landed in the sky above the blood lake.

"You're a night watchman?"

At this moment, the cold voice of Jun Qicheng suddenly sounded in the main hall.