The stars are dotted, the bright moon is hanging high, and the suburbs of the capital are a beautiful picture of tranquility and serenity.

But at this moment, when Yang Mingxuan said these words softly, everyone present only felt that their scalps were numb, and the cool breeze behind them was blowing, and they directly had goosebumps.

There is a great terror between life and death, and killing people is not too much, but according to the meaning of Yang Mingxuan's words just now.

fell into his hands, and even death was a luxury that could not be sought.

A black whirlpool condensed from Yang Mingxuan's palm, and as soon as the whirlpool appeared, Zhang Lianhao immediately let out a terrible wail like killing a pig.

It was a pain that came from the depths of the soul, and it had nothing to do with the physical body or even cultivation.

Yang Mingxuan didn't seem to like such a scream, he frowned, and with a wave of his sleeves, a black vortex flew out of his palm and directly blocked Zhang Lianhao's mouth.

The mournful wail stopped abruptly, Zhang Lianhao's eyes widened, and the expression on his face froze at this moment, but everyone knew that he was not dead yet.

Sure enough, just a moment later, Zhang Lianhao's body began to tremble violently, as if he was suffering some inhuman torture.

Soon, his eyes lost their brilliance, and at this moment, Zhang Lianhao seemed to have turned into an emotionless puppet, a machine.

In the black whirlpool, Ye Ziyu vaguely saw Zhang Lianhao's soul being devoured by the whirlpool.

Gradually, the whirlpool also disappeared, but it left a strange black mark on Zhang Lianhao's face.

Yang Mingxuan flicked his sleeves with some disgust, as if he had attacked someone like Zhang Lianhao and soiled his clothes.

Then, he stretched out his finger to "Zhang Lianhao" in front of him and hooked it.

Everyone saw that Zhang Lianhao was slowly walking towards him, like a walking corpse.

Yang Mingxuan took the index finger handed by Zhang Lianhao and didn't pay attention to everyone.

Dressed in white, he walked to Yang Qinghua on the ground, first leaned over to wipe the blood on his face for Yang Qinghua, and then raised his palm with the severed index finger, and directly pressed the amputated finger.

Ye Ziyu could see clearly, and a white light lit up between Yang Mingxuan's fingers.

Then everyone saw that Yang Qinghua's severed finger had recovered at this time, and the Sumeru ring on his finger was shining as usual.

However, the strange thing is that Yang Mingxuan doesn't seem to have the intention of waking Yang Qinghua up.

Since he appeared, Ye Ziyu has always had a question in his heart, where did this Yang Mingxuan come from?

Could the man in white in front of him really be the Lord of the Qingyun Sect himself, who was millions of miles away?

Yang Mingxuan turned around abruptly and locked his gaze on Ye Ziyu.

Ye Ziyu only felt that his gaze seemed to be able to see through everything, and he couldn't help but turn into a dry heaven and might, the golden sword between his eyebrows trembled slightly, and the suppressed body was magically recovered.

Yang Mingxuan on the opposite side was obviously stunned, his divine sense was actually blocked outside, which was a rare thing.

A small Qi Refiner, even if he cultivates a few wisps of Haoran Righteousness, is it possible that he can still defy the sky?

But then, Yang Mingxuan's eyes narrowed slightly, I am afraid that this kid has a secret treasure on his body, just like that long sword.

Thinking of this, Yang Mingxuan stretched out his palm and grabbed it towards Ye Ziyuxu, and sneered, "I never thought that you still have secret treasures on you, take them out for me!"

Ye Ziyu's hairs suddenly stood upside down, the surrounding space seemed to be frozen, and huge pressure followed, and he was about to be caught in the palm of Yang Mingxuan's hand.

As a last resort, Ye Ziyu jumped into the air, stepped on the void with a volley of his toes, and silently said in his heart, "One step by one."

The strange Dao pattern fluctuations of the nine steps of Qiantian came out again, but Wang Dingzhou's expression became more and more uneasy, and Yu Yang had a gloating expression.

He knew that Ye Ziyu's miraculous footwork was extraordinary, and he had suppressed Yang Qinghua and Yang Xingyun at the beginning.

Can also score is on whom to use

, They are at best foundation-building monks, and Yang Mingxuan, who is standing in front of him, is a genuine Yuanying monk, a real living Bodhisattva.

No matter how this kid struggles and resists, the final outcome will not be better than that Lian Hao.

There is no harm if there is no comparison, compared to Zhang Lianhao's miserable end where life is worse than death, Yu Yang can at least save his life now, although he has lost the dragon condensed from the essence of national fortune.

But as long as he is still there, the foundation of Liang Guo is still there, and he doesn't worry about not being able to recover in the future.

On the contrary, after Yang Mingxuan sensed the fluctuation of the strange Dao pattern, two blazing eyes flashed in his eyes.

There was a look of shock in his eyes, but more of it was a burning greed.

This is the power of the law, although it is still very weak, but with the strength of Yang Mingxuan's vision, he naturally knows how rare the spell that can attract the power of the law is.

Attracting the momentum of mountains and rivers to suppress a strong enemy, such a technique is simply unheard of, although it is only performed by a small qi refiner, but the power of this magical power still makes Yang Mingxuan surprised.

Even with his strength, he actually felt a long-lost sense of oppression under the fluctuations of the Dao Pattern, although it was still very weak, but it was conceivable the power of cultivating this footwork to the fullest.

In one step, you can definitely kill opponents in the same realm, and even if you are in the territory of famous mountains and rivers, you will be able to defeat strong enemies by attracting the power of mountains and rivers.

Such a powerful technique should not be in the hands of a small Qi Refiner, this is simply a tyrannical thing.

And this kid actually dared to use this exercise to deal with himself, which is tantamount to a childish boy holding money to and from the downtown area, just waiting to rob it himself.

Yang Mingxuan shook slightly, and Ye Ziyu in the sky popped, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

The general trend backfired, and this blow alone took a heavy hit, far more than the damage caused by Yu Yang's Soul Eclipse Light.

Yang Mingxuan laughed, and his figure quickly swept in the direction where Ye Ziyu fell.

"Such a divine skill is not something you can have, hand over the secret of your practice, maybe I can spare your life, I don't know?"

Yang Mingxuan's speed was too fast, but Ye Ziyu was leaking at this time, and it was raining overnight, and the injuries that he had been holding on to in the battle before also broke out in full swing.

At this moment, even if he wanted to escape, he didn't even have the strength to cast the transfer talisman, and he saw that Yang Mingxuan's figure was about to fly in front of him.

Ye Ziyu didn't want to let Qiantian Hao's anger fall into the hands of such people, so he wanted to self-destruct his eyebrows, he didn't know if the golden sword would disappear with him, but he had no second way to go at this time.

Yang Mingxuan's strength was too terrifying, and in front of him, Ye Ziyu was not even an ant.

At this moment, a red demon pill swept in front of Ye Ziyu, and it shot towards Yang Mingxuan at a rapid speed, and the speed was amazing.

Immediately after, Ye Ziyu's body fell into a faint fragrance package, and he only vaguely saw a white dress fluttering under the moon.

While he was stunned, there was an earth-shattering loud noise behind him.

There was a boom, as if the heavens and the earth were cracking.