Cultivator In Martial God World

The crowd begin to stir, all approaching forward.

But they never thought that standing on the boulder is simply a normal person, he is just a lunatic.

It is extremely dangerous to measure the thinking of a madman with the thinking of a normal person.

For these, Yang Xuan didn't seem to hear at all. He just stood with his back to the crowd and held his hands, looking like an is a statue.

After a while, seeing Yang Xuan turning a deaf ear to the curse, someone finally couldn't help it.

"Everyone rushed over together, I don't believe him, he alone can stop us so many people?"

"That's it! He is just one person, we are all together If he rushed over, he must have no choice."

"The arrogant who didn’t know where he came from, wanted to occupy Forgotten Land alone, just wishful thinking."

"Yes, everyone Together, what can he do with us?"

"That's right, we are all sect disciple, I don't believe it, he dare to touch us with a finger?"

" I drew a broken circle on the ground and wanted to monopolize Forgotten Land. This is not to wake up, walk around, and rush together."

Wu Wen stopped retreating and looked at the crowd around him in anger. Everyone, he thought about it, and decided to stay and take a look again. What if there is a chance?

At this moment, the crowd became commotion, and after a while, someone finally rushed to the light group first.

"I'm Chief Disciple, do you dare to stop me?" For the sake of safety, the first person to charge ahead also showed his identity and wanted to use sect to oppress and force Yang Xuan to give in.

There is the first one, and there is the second one. For a time, hundreds of silhouettes rushed towards the light group at the same time.

Seeing someone taking the lead, the other Martial Artists who were originally around couldn't sit still, and rushed past the hundreds of people.

But those who are interested can find that the loudest shouts in the crowd just now disappeared into the crowd after a few steps, just blinking, watching the situation.

Although there is no fool, but IQ is also high.

People with low IQ can only be used as cannon fodder.

ten zhang, three zhang, one zhang...

Finally, someone was the first to step over the circle drawn by Yang Xuan.

All eyes are on Yang Xuan, waiting for his response.

However, Yang Xuan didn't move, he didn't even react at all, as if he hadn't seen it at all.

The other Martial Artists who deliberately fell behind and waited and watched were overjoyed. They immediately increased their speed and rushed through the circle.

In one breath, hundreds of people rushed over.

The rest of the people are overjoyed, and some people still have disdain.

"hmph, it's pretty majestic, but what about the fact? Don't you dare to do it?"

"In other words, I can't see a villain and pretend."

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"So many sect disciple, how dare he? How high is the cultivation base? Does he dare to offend so many sects at the same time? Isn't he letting him go."

For a while, he didn’t move. People started to move and rushed towards the entrance.

Wu Wen's eyes turned rapidly, hesitating in his heart.

Really tell him, hurry, hurry, and stop drinking soup when he is late.

But instinct told him that he can’t go, he can’t go, and he will die if he goes.

Under such hesitation, Wu Wen did not move, but took a few steps back.

He has always believed in his instincts, this time, he decided to believe it again.

More people rushed into the circle, and the person at the front was almost about to enter the light group.

Everyone is determined in their hearts. It seems that this white clothed person on the rock really doesn't dare to do anything to them.

At this moment, everyone suddenly heard a sigh.

"I have very little time to send kindness, but every time someone is sent to death, no matter what!"

Everyone was taken aback, and then they fell into a golden world.

No one can describe the brilliance of that moment, and no one can describe the brilliance of that moment.

When the sky was dim and the golden moon appeared, everyone seemed to fall into a dream, falling into a dream that could not be awakened.

Countless golden moons descended from the sky, with so much beauty, blooming like golden flower buds, and like fireworks in full bloom, bringing everyone into hell!

Blood, stumps, broken arms, heads, fear...

Hell on earth!

The hell on earth intertwined with death!

There was no screaming, no sound came out, all the voices seemed to have been swallowed by something.

It's like watching a performance without sound, but it is this that brings fear that makes everyone's souls start to tremble.

They would rather this be a dream, a nightmare.

They all look forward to the end of this nightmare, and look forward to waking up soon.

But unfortunately, this is not a dream, this is reality.

Wu Wen is shaking, his legs, his arms, and his whole body are shaking, and the shaking is getting more and more severe, and he can't stop.

Not only him, but many people around him are shaking their legs, their faces are pale, and their eyes are full of deep fear.

Some female Martial Artists have even bent down, squatting on the side and vomiting.

No one has seen such a murder, no one has seen it.

Even, they feel that this is not killing, this is simply an obliteration, it is a collective obliteration of hundreds of people.

A strong smell of blood is blowing in the wind, accompanied by everyone's silence.

At this moment, above the boulder, the slightly thin silhouette, in their hearts, became as heavy as a mountain.

Those who dare to cross this line, die!

Yang Xuan's words seem to be still echoing in his ears, but this time, no one dared to try again.

A Martial Artist stopped at the edge of that line, only an inch away, about to step into the circle.

But they did not, this inch saved his life.

One step to heaven, one step to hell!

Looking at the death almost in front of him, he finally sat on the ground, his teeth trembled, and he couldn't say a word.

At this moment, he was on the verge of collapse.

Everyone is guessing, fearing, and looking at Yang Xuan's back.

Yang Xuan did not move, he was still hands behind ones back, quietly looking at the light ball in front of him.

He doesn't want to kill, he really doesn't want to.

Today, he has killed too many people, and he doesn’t even know how many people he has. If he has too many people, he is somewhat numb.

However, sometimes the truth is so helpless.

It's not that he dare not, but it is troublesome to kill people here.

He is a person who is afraid of trouble, so when he first started, he did not kill anyone.

However, things backfired. In the end, he killed him, and he killed hundreds of them.

Very troublesome!

Yang Xuan sighed.

It is not that killing a few hundred people can deter others.

It's not that simple.

Behind these hundreds of people, I don’t know how many forces and sects can be involved, not to mention, outside the circle, which glare like a tiger watching his prey Martial Artist, behind them , And don't know how many forces can be involved.

During the opening of Forgotten Land, Yang Xuan can only stay here, can't move, and can't leave.

So, the forces behind these people can easily be found.

Yang Xuan can already imagine, killing the small and coming to the old; killing the five spirits, coming to enter the Tao; killing the entrance to the Tao, coming to the Divine Path.

Moreover, not one, but a group.

When Yang Xuan started in an instant, he was destined to stand on the opposite side of the Martial Artist in the entire Northwest. What he faced was the entire Northwest.

So, he is a real lunatic.

But, he has no choice.