Yang Xuan couldn't stop panting, his face was pale and terrible, his cyan clothes were already wet with sweat, sticky to his body, if the extraordinary dust pen supported his body, he would fall to the ground. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Now this time was the first time that he had used the power of the Nine Heavens Golden Thunder that he had not been able to control freely, if it weren't for the fact that he had absorbed the soul source qi of thousands of souls and his divine thoughts had been strengthened, he would definitely not have had such a powerful blow.

But the consumption is also not small, the true yuan is almost exhausted, and the tingling pain in his brain is particularly uncomfortable, if it weren't for this pain that stimulates him all the time, he would have fainted a long time ago.

"Huh...... It seems, it's you who lose."

Yang Xuan's expression was a little sluggish, but he still spoke.

The soul demon spirit was hit hard by this, and the wound was much more serious than Yang Xuan's, and the evil spirits and ghosts themselves had to be restrained by the thunder, not to mention such a powerful golden thunder, at the moment, the body was about to disperse, and a pair of bloody eyes looked at Yang Xuan with resentment, unable to speak.

There was no time to pay attention to the two half-dead people who had already been frightened, Yang Xuan beat his spirit, and the golden true yuan shot out, and the thunder with the thickness of his fingers burst out, completely annihilating it into nothingness in the desperate gaze of the soul demon spirit.

The familiar silver-gray mist evaporated, and then dissipated into the air, I don't know if it was the golden thunder that killed the demon spirit that played a role, and the tumbling and suspended soul source qi mass was translucent silver, without a trace of dirt and filth.

Compared to the thin soul source that was almost about to dissipate, the mass in front of Yang Xuan could be described as extremely condensed, as if the clear water droplets were freed from the shackles of gravity and floated in the air.

Without saying a word, Yang Xuan didn't have time to sigh, his divine thoughts suddenly appeared, and he slowly absorbed it, and the abundant soul energy came with a refreshing feeling, moisturizing the somewhat depleted sea of consciousness, and the pain in his head instantly weakened a lot.

At this point, the other side of the field.

"City, city lord......" will be extremely low, and in addition to panic and fear, there are some other meanings in the eyebrows, which is extremely strange.

Hu Yanbo also looked inexplicable, staring at Yang Xuan who was taking care of himself over there in a daze, although from the conversation between the two before the battle, he realized that killing the soul demon would be beneficial and beneficial to cultivation, but he didn't have the courage to rob it, after all, whether it was Yang Xuan or the soul demon spirit, the strength was higher than him.

And at this moment, it seems to be a golden opportunity.

"This kid has become a monk of Zhenyuanzang in just three days...... I don't believe it if I don't have adventures."

"That's right, he has no intention of caring about you and me at the moment, do you want to ......"

Hu Yanbo hesitated, Yang Xuan's endless methods made him a little worried, if he didn't have anything to rely on, how could he ignore the two of them so calmly, these two beings who intended to kill him quickly.

After thinking about it, Hu Yanbo still didn't pay attention, his expression was very entangled, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the powerful and strangely shaped giant pen that he naturally held in his hand, and a touch of greed flashed in his eyes.

The hesitation was gone, and he glanced at him firmly, and nodded heavily.

As soon as he got the order, Yin Yin smiled, Yang Xuan's strength was all in his eyes, if he could kill him, he couldn't say that he could also get a piece of the pie, not to mention the Divine Mind Hidden at that time, I am afraid that it would be easy to break into the realm of the Three Uniques of Creation and Transformation.

That's the Three Peerless Realms of Creation...... Even in this Cloud Desolate Wangtian Palace, which enjoys a prestigious reputation, it must be at the level of a Protector Elder of no lower rank.

Rather, greed is the original sin.

As soon as he thought of this, the evil thoughts in his eyes were even stronger, the short dagger was held in front of his chest, the faint breeze was blowing, and the trace was hidden, and there was only a gentle wind blowing in the field, revealing a little cold chill.

Hu Yanbo also cautiously raised the knife in his hand, and cautiously slowly touched it towards Yang Xuan's location, and the cruelty in his eyes was not concealed at all.

In an instant, Yang Xuan opened his eyes, and looked at Hu Yanbo who was suddenly stunned with a smile on his face, the long knife in his hand had just been raised to his chest, and he was frozen there.

Yang Xuan didn't speak, the fanchen pen was impressive, the pen was stronger than King Kong, the muscles and bones of the whole body were tight, and the faint sound of the dragon's groans continued to resound in his body, and the flesh and blood were covered with a layer of clear blood like smoke, crystal like jade.

Immediately raised his hand, crossed in front of the door, only heard the sharp sound of gold and iron, accompanied by a terrifying sound of flesh exploding, the figure of a general appeared, and at this moment flew out, a little drop of blood swayed out, bewitching and sad.

"Ah......" There was a wail not far away, and when his body fell heavily to the ground, he saw that the tiger's mouth had collapsed, dripping with blood, and the dagger had already flown out, and his right hand was trembling at the moment, and his expression was inexplicably frightened.

"You...... How can there be such a strong physical force?"

Hu Yanbo was stupid, he originally thought that Yang Xuan's battle with the soul demon spirit would inevitably consume a lot, and even the internal organs would be severely damaged, after all, how powerful that huge sky-shaking blood shadow was, although the two of them had not experienced it personally, they also knew how extraordinary it was.

Just when Yang Xuan repelled a general with one blow and the empty door was wide open, Hu Yanbo moved, and the rise of the long knife was incomparably sharp, and the huge knife wheel that flashed cold appeared under the long knife, only a few meters away from Yang Xuan, and the cold wind blew his clothes and hunted, and the power was also extraordinary.

"Die to Lao Tzu, little brute"

Yang Xuan's face sank, and the dust pen suddenly moved in front of him, and he wrote the righteous words in an instant, and the golden thunder flashed, setting it off more solemnly and holy.

Somehow, the knife wheel, which should have been invincible and unstoppable, encountered this word, but it seemed to be cut on a solid stubborn stone, and the snow-bright blade was difficult to enter.

Yang Xuan shouted, the golden light of the righteous word burst out, and the huge knife wheel that flashed with silver light disintegrated in response, and Hu Yanbo was like a thunderbolt, and blood spurted out wildly.

"You ...... Are you trying to kill me?"

It is said that after this battle, Yang Xuan would not have defeated a general who was still one level higher in the realm and this Huyanbo with one blow so easily, it is strange that they were greedy and strayed into this ghost forest, they were tortured by souls in the past, and now they were severely injured by demon spirits, and their strength is not as good as before.

"Uh...... Everywhere, it's all a misunderstanding...... Hu Yanbo looked stunned for a moment, then recovered very quickly, endured the severe pain in his chest, and squeezed out a friendly smile on his face in embarrassment, "Little brother misunderstood, you, you saved us, and ...... How could it be ......?"

A trail of blood still hung on the corner of his mouth, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

Yang Xuan smiled coldly, there was no sadness or joy in his expression, and he looked indifferently at Hu Yanbo Yu Yijiang, who had a frightened look on his face, holding a mortal dust pen in one hand, and kept beating and rubbing in his hand, and the momentum around him became more and more cold.

"Yang, little brother Yang...... Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, we ......"

The words of the general were suddenly choked in his mouth, and a sharp stroke of bright blood in his throat dripped bright red blood, dripping on the placket of his clothes, and on the ground, although his mouth was wide open, it was difficult to say a word, and his suddenly dilated pupils retracted very slowly, full of disbelief.

"You, you ......" Hu Yanbo was also shocked and inexplicable, he didn't expect that this seemingly elegant young man in front of him would be so decisive and decisive, without dragging his feet at all, and pity this family general who had been following him since he was assigned to the south of this cloud desolation, actually died so far.

"I didn't kill you the first time, is it really that I Yang Xuan is some kind of soft persimmon that can be kneaded by others?" Yang Xuan shouted loudly, his face was cold, and the dust pen was pulled out suddenly, stirring up a handful of blood that was still warm, and the tip of the pen was not stained with the slightest dirt or filth, and the snow was still white.

Yijiang's body fell to the ground, twitching slightly, and after a while, he was completely silent.

Hu Yanbo was speechless at the moment, his life was in the hands of others, but he was bitter in his heart, the role opposite in the past was always himself, but he didn't expect that today he had an exchange.

I didn't bother to say anything more, Yang Xuanfanchen's pen suddenly lit up with golden light, and the lines outlined on it were all dipped into bright gold, and a majestic momentum rose, condensing a huge pen shadow, hanging in his hand.

"Remembering that you are the lord of a city, I will give you a dignified way to die"

Saying this, the shadow of the pen suddenly sent forward, and the landing point was the center of Hu Yanbo's eyebrows, feeling a burst of numbness, Hu Yanbo sighed, gave up resistance, the true yuan in the body was scattered, the internal organs were the first, the veins were congested, and what could you rely on to raise the idea of resistance.

I just didn't think about it anymore, but the resentment in my eyes was much stronger.

Suddenly, with the advance of the shadow of the pen, the entire dense forest space shook slightly, gradually increasing, and turned into a violent tremor.

Yang Xuan couldn't help but stop his hand, and the shadow of the pen was suspended two inches between Hu Yanbo's forehead, and the powerful attack had already stabbed the center of his eyebrows with a sesame-sized scar.

Hu Yanbo was stunned, looking at everything in front of him in astonishment, the urging pen that was close at hand, suddenly came back to his senses, gritted his teeth violently, his feet were forced, his body escaped out of range, and he looked at it with palpitations.

In a flash, in this ghost forest, the gloomy trees were dissipating inch by inch, the grass was also turning into nothingness, and the sound of a frightened roar was heard not far away.

From afar, the heaven and earth are no longer the dark green that is gloomy to a little oppressive, but a translucent glow is revealed, and a quaint city appears in sight, and it seems that it is a little out of the original ghost forest space.

Hu Yanbo exclaimed, his heart was ecstatic, and he didn't care about the injuries in his body at the moment, and ran wildly towards the place where the glow escaped, and the speed was extremely fast for a while, and he couldn't wait to give birth to an extra leg.

Yang Xuan had noticed Hu Yanbo's escape, but compared to the vision in the forest at this moment, it seemed a little insignificant.

As a result of his gaze, he fell in the depths of the dense forest, and the dazzling silver light seemed to be covered by a thick black mist, looking a little sluggish, and in a trance, Yang Xuan seemed to notice that in the place where the tremor was most violent, where the dim silver light appeared, an illusory square object faintly appeared, which was a little unreal.

A hasty glimpse of it, but only saw the general outline, suddenly the light flashed, the ghost forest disappeared in an instant, Yang Xuan was in front of a city gate with a sunset view, on the door wall, a huge plaque, written the word Yanyun.

Until this moment, he was still slightly surprised, before the ghost forest hidden, Yang Xuan clearly saw that there seemed to be some strange lines on the square object, familiar and unfamiliar.