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Yang Tian had inspected the scene of the fight between his son, daughter-in-law and the gang. With his veteran experience, he can easily see that his son and daughter-in-law are fighting each other with a hard bridge, and the final outcome is that his son and daughter-in-law lose completely. His son and daughter-in-law's losses are strange, but no matter what kind of strange thing it is, there is an indisputable fact that the combat power of this group of people is by no means as simple as it seems, and when it comes to life and death, the combat power they burst out can kill the two early martial saints. It's a jaw-dropping result.

He is naturally confident in killing this group, but this group is definitely not a simple character, they can do a lot of unimaginable things. They were able to automatically lure him over and make him suffer with the eighth-order demon beasts, which showed how strange their minds were. In the face of such a group of people, even if the other party is an ant, he has to be cautious and careful, treat it seriously, and dare not take it lightly.

With the passage of time, the other party gave him a small "surprise", if the other party bombed, he would definitely be able to leave a name in history, but it was a spurned character, a shameful character! Because he would be blown up alive by the other party, a high-stage martial saint, killed by a group of martial arts and martial emperors, it was definitely a big joke!

With such a reputation, Yang Tian really didn't want to carry it, so he decided to fight back.

The other party wants to fight back, how can Feng Ming and them not see that the situation that they have finally obtained can give up in vain.

"Seven-grade high-grade rune, attack!"

With a broken drink, thirty-six seven-grade high-grade runes flew, and in an instant, there was a loud rumbling sound, like a loud sound like thunder in the nine heavens, and it came out continuously, and the white mangs were like white dragons circling and rolling, crushing everything that shrouded them.

The power generated by this rune attack was hundreds of times greater than the power generated by every previous rune and array attack, and the power was so fierce that it could threaten the life of the early stage martial saint.

The sound of "poof, poof" was endless, blood flowers were flying in the air, pieces of scarlet, and the twenty-two members of the golden team were aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, their dark hair turned gray, and the skin on their bodies was suddenly dull and dull.

The seven-grade high-grade runes, with the current realm of the gold team, could not be activated at all, but between life and death, they resolutely burned the fire of life one by one, and forcibly activated the seven-grade high-grade runes in their hands and sacrificed them.

Activating such runes, for them, the load is too great, too great, and it costs them dearly. Each one forced himself to pull something out of the storage ring and stuff it into his mouth.

However, the high-stage martial saint is an unimaginable existence for them after all, even if it is a high-stage martial saint who has been squeezed to the point of being about to dry.

Gray qi continued to emerge from Yang Tian's body, forming gray dragons in the air, and fighting with white dragons.

There was no earth-shattering sound, only the sound of "whoosh" melting, like the bite of thousands of insects, and like water pouring charcoal on fire, and the white light was quickly dissolved and dissolved......

"Fight to the death!Seven-grade high-grade runes, attack!"

The voice was resolute, with desolation, the high-stage martial saint was too strong! Thirty-six white dragons shot straight into the air with thirty-six blood arrows.

"Haha! Come on, bastards, kill you! Haha! When the time comes, whest your tendons and skin you!"

Yang Tian smiled cruelly, his white hair fluttered wildly, and his body was phosphorescent and shining, like a demon.

"Corpse Mountain!"

Steaming dead, circling and condensing, turning into a mountain of corpses, pressing straight down.

The power of the high-stage martial saint is endless, condensing and destroying everything.

Dao Dao Bai Mang, looking weak, as soon as it came into contact with the corpse mountain, it was completely dissolved.

The mountains of corpses rumble, the coercion is endless, and all living beings are nothing.

Feng Ming and they used the resources of the anti-heaven to continuously sacrifice seven-grade high-grade runes, intending to dissolve the corpse mountain, but it was undoubtedly a mayfly shaking the tree.

In front of a high-stage martial saint, even in front of a high-stage martial saint with similar consumption, it is still just an ant, and their rune attack is just a mantis arm blocking the car.

A dead game that cannot be solved.

Desperate! Desperate! There is no way to contend with it! Resources, even if there are resources against the sky, they can't solve the deadlock, and resources are foreign things after all, and they can't erase the huge gap.

Can't stop the downward pressure of the corpse mountain, and can't stop the strangulation of the corpse mountain, under the corpse mountain, all things and living beings are as fragile as paper paste, broken, broken, everything is broken!

"Take your life! to comfort the spirits of my son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren!"

Yang Tian laughed wildly, laughter mixed with tears and heartache, the family was broken, the people were dead, the enemy was destroyed, and everything was nothing.

Tears flowed down the cheeks of the gold team members, and the heart hurt!

They are in their prime and have a bright future!

They are in high spirits, and they are about to spread their wings and laugh proudly for nine days!

Their qualifications are against the sky, and they can reach the top!

They have gone through hardships and should have soared to the sky!

......

Everything has become nothingness, and it has come to naught, how unwilling!

The spine is bent, the body is broken, and the face is old, but there is a head that is held high, and it is unyielding! There is light, and in the eyes, it is not convinced! It is courage!

The sound of "popping" came out, and it was the sound of twenty-two people, all of whom were trying to puff up their chests.

"Heaven has been fighting, earth has been fighting, I will not give in! Wu Zun has killed, Wu Saint has killed, I don't accept it! Even if the high-stage Martial Saint wants to destroy me, I can't do it!"

The wind is roaring, it is a struggle against fate! It is the struggle of life!

"Exhaust everything you have, and beat me to Old Ghost Yang!"

There was a poignant sound in the whistle, there was only one last trick left, exchanging life for life, exchanging one's life for the life of Old Ghost Yang, it was not worth it! But it could be exchanged for everyone's life, it was worth it! This is the only thing Feng Ming can do in the dead end!

"Crackling!"

"Poof, poof!"

shattered, Feng Ming's body turned into paste, blood was spraying, and he became a bloody man! With his broken body, he withstood dozens of beats, even if his body was strong, it was difficult to bear. With a blazing white glow and the brilliance of life, Feng Ming turned into a ball of light and shot towards Yang Tian......

"The donkey is exhausted, the carving insect is small, looking for death!"

Yang Tian sneered, the corpse mountain pressed down, and the "boom" sound made everyone on the verge of shattering and dying, they handed everything over to Feng Ming, gave up resistance, and only hung in one breath.

Yang Tian didn't let them die, he controlled everything. He didn't care about the rushing light. He is full of life, his corpse is full of poison, and whoever sticks to him will die. A great martial artist, not as good as an ant, can kill him by blowing a breath.

"Hahaha!"

He laughed wildly, letting the great martial artist get closer, deliberately letting him stick to himself. His face was distorted and deformed, and the others were on the verge of death, so he wanted to torture this great martial artist first, so that this great martial artist would not be as good as death, and then torture the others.

Tears rolled down Feng Ming's eyes.

"I'm sorry!

"I'm sorry, my dear father!"

"I'm sorry!

"I'm sorry!

"I'm sorry!

"See you in the next life!"

Feng Ming did his best! But it didn't change the ending. The difference is too far! There is a world of difference! Even if it is to bring the strength of everyone, it is just to scratch the itch of the high-stage martial saint.

With tears in his eyes, Feng Ming closed his eyes in pain, waiting for the coming of death......

However, Yang Tian would let him die easily. Yang Tian pressed the death qi and corpse poison into his body. The dead air devoured all the vitality of Feng Ming, corroding his skin, muscles, and bones, like thousands of knives cutting his body, and corpse poison rampaging through his body, like thousands of ants biting.

Yang Tian is looking forward to a feast of hearing and sight. No one could bear such torture, and he waited for the enemy's wail and enjoyed the enemy's endless pain. to make up for the loss of his son.

He was so disappointed that the expected auditory feast didn't show up at all, and he was so disappointed that the other party didn't even snort, even though the ant's face was distorted in pain, even though the ant's body kept shaking.

The ant's eyes spewed with rage, burning with unyieldingness. A high-ranking martial saint was provoked by a dying ant, and he was furious, and the willpower of the ant in front of him was so tenacious that he couldn't hear the painful music. He intensified his torment, his mouth growling.

"Wailing! crying dad and calling mother......"

Feng Ming thought to himself that he would die, in front of a high-stage martial saint, he was so weak that he was not as good as an ant, just like that light dust, insignificant.

Feng Ming's heart is sad, the physical pain is far less than the spiritual pain, too many things have not been done, too many wishes have not been fulfilled!

But the martial arts world is so cruel, the weak eat the strong, the martial arts world is so bloody, if you are not careful, you will lose your own life, and the martial arts world is so cold that there is no reason at all.

He was unwilling, and it was pointless to fight desperately! That dead and corpse qi was extremely domineering, and he couldn't fight at all! He tried to drive the "Supreme Ring" and "Yin Yang Bead" to relieve his difficulties, but those two things couldn't be driven at all.

Dead air, corroding everything, corpse poison, poisoning everything, once it invades his divine sea, it means ashes.

He felt powerless, desperate to have the strength to change all that.

For killing Yang Hui and the **** couple, he has never regretted it. If things had started all over again, he would still have made the same decision. That kind of person does not die, and heaven cannot tolerate it. He only hated himself for his inability to kill the old ghost of the Yang family.

There is nothing wrong with his strategy, but his wisdom is a little pale in the face of absolute strength.

He felt that wisdom could not solve everything, and only the strength of his own strength could push everything.

It's a pity that everything is going to be far away from him......

Yang Tian lost his patience. He exhausted his efforts to concoct the other party, and the torture was exhausted, but he did not get the imaginary effect at all, but the other party became more and more calm.

It's so ironic! A dying ant made him furious and annoyed.

"Bastard! Bastard! Look how hard you are!"

Yang Tianxia is dead! This time, he attacked the two central positions of the martial artist, one was Shenhai and the other was Dantian. These two parts are very important to the warrior, but they are very fragile, and once destroyed, the warrior will be destroyed.

Yang Tian sneered fiercely as he violently slammed into Feng Ming's two parts, shouting in his mouth: "Wail, wail, wail, you can relieve the pain!"

After a while, Yang Tian changed color in shock and exclaimed, "What the hell do you have?"

Yang Tian suddenly couldn't move, and he was imprisoned! He was imprisoned by an inexplicable force. He was so frightened that his soul was about to fly, and his spirit was about to disperse......

This time, Yang Tian was really cocooned.

Feng Ming has two mysterious things on his body, these two things, even he can't touch a little wind. One is the Supreme Ring, which is entrenched in his Divine Sea, and the other is the Yin and Yang Bead, which is entrenched in his dantian.

He couldn't figure out what these two things did, and he couldn't drive them. These two things are like two masters, one up and down, nesting there motionless.

If Yang Tian directly erased Feng Ming, Feng Ming would really be a hundred this time. And Yang Tian went to provoke the two masters. If you don't die, you won't die!

Two white air currents poured out from Feng Ming's body, instantly imprisoning the entire area.

The Supreme Ring released a white qi to repair Feng Ming's wounds, and the Yin and Yang Beads rotated drippingly, forming a white vortex, devouring all the dead qi and poisonous gas in Yang Tian's body to suppress Feng Ming.

Feng Ming's body had been corroded like a rotting corpse, riddled with holes, and because of the corpse poison, it had become pitch black as ink. But at this time, the corpse poison receded like a tide, and the wounds on the body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was very weird, completely beyond Yang Tian's imagination, and out of his control. He tried his best to pressure the death qi and corpse qi into Feng Ming's body, intending to destroy the unknown things in Feng Ming's body. But the dead air and corpse qi that he pressed into Feng Ming's body were like mud cows entering the sea.

He was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were about to crack! He wanted to escape, but unfortunately! He couldn't move! He was a high-stage martial saint! He could destroy the heavens and the earth, but now he had become an ant, which was terrifying!

"Devil, Devil, Devil......"

Yang Tian screamed in horror, his mouth could move, his eyes could move, and nothing else could move! He had lived for thousands of years, and he had never even heard of such a strange thing. A high-stage martial saint has become the meat on the chopping board of a great martial artist, it's too sad!

However, the weirdness doesn't end there. A powerful devouring force emerged, devouring everything in him: True Yuan, Qi and Blood, Divine Sense......

"Wow Wow Wow ......"

"Babbling......"

"Puppet ......"

Yang Tian's teeth chattered, "Didi Dodo" rang non-stop, he wanted to say a complete sentence, but he just couldn't do it, the three souls and seven spirits were so frightened that they were scattering.

He has experienced countless dangers and seen many strange things, but this is the first and probably the last time such a strange thing has happened.

Fear and regret are intertwined in his heart.

The mysterious power that poured out of the great martial artist in front of him was impossible for him to resist. He could only watch himself, step by step towards death. The process is clear, so clear that you can appreciate every detail of death. These details are accompanied by a great deal of fear.

He regretted that he had not disciplined his grandson well before that. The doting of one of the three saints made his grandson arrogant, unscrupulous, and lawless, and the final result was that the entire Yang family was involved.

It's not that the time has not yet come, but the cause of yesterday is the result of today. His Yang family verified this truth with the entire family.

If he could do it all over again, he would ......

It's a pity! There is no if, there are all kinds of magical pills in the martial arts world, but there is no regret medicine for sale.