Cultivator In Martial God World

Yang Xuan and Yan Feiwen chatted for a while, and after learning about the recent situation in Yan Country, Su Hanyu sent someone to escort him back.

It can be seen that Yan Feiwen is a little disappointed.

However, there are always banquets in the world, and the relationship between him and Yan Country is exhausted, so there is no need to say more.

The enemies he faces now, one is more terrifying, and the other is more difficult to deal with. Yan Country faces any of them all over the country, it is the end of the country and the species, so he is really not suitable. I am a little involved with Yan Country.

This is also one of the reasons why he disengaged from Yan Country in a high profile.

After Yan Feiwen left, Yang Xuan patted his head and suddenly remembered something.

Pei Meng!

Pei Meng who was refined into a corpse soldier by him.

Now three months are approaching. If nothing happens, Pei Meng should have gone to the Holy Mountain port that he had agreed upon.

He has had a lot of things recently, and he almost forgot about it when he was busy. Now that he finally thinks of it, he can't delay any longer.

He didn't say hello to Su Hanyu either, and left the Imperial Palace directly.

Along the way, he didn't even stay at all, and finally reached the Holy Mountain port three months ago.

When he arrived here, it was late at night, and the entire Holy Mountain harbor was shrouded in darkness without any light.

Yang Xuan divine sense spread out, covering a huge area.

After a while, he found Pei Meng's position.

When he appeared in front of Pei Meng, Pei Meng just looked up at him and said, "You are here." Then he fell down.

Yang Xuan hurriedly helped him, and apart from anything else, he drew a lot of lifeless energy from Yellow Springs and began to refine Pei Meng again.

I don't know how long it took, when Yang Xuan stopped, Pei Meng stood up again.

"Is the matter finished?" Yang Xuan asked.

Pei Meng seemed to be laughing, but the corners of his dry mouth just moved and gave up.

"It's over. Killing a lot of people may cause you a lot of trouble." Pei Meng's voice was dull: "I mean, if someone knows that I have a relationship with you."

"Oh? The thing I'm not afraid of is this kind of trouble. By the way, where did you kill?" Yang Xuan was a little curious.

"Northern Xinjiang Ice Palace!" Pei Meng said.

Yang Xuan was sluggish for a moment, then sighed, and then rushed to Pei and gave a thumbs up.

"You are amazing!"

Apart from this, he didn't want to say anything.

Four Gods, including Pei Meng’s offending Beijiang Ice Palace, he has offended him almost all the time. Even in Holy Mountain, he has a large number of enemies waiting to kill him.

There is probably no one in the world who can cause trouble like Yang Xuan. Sometimes he wonders if he really has a natural hatred of physique.

"Let's go, Beijiang Ice Palace is the Beijiang Ice Palace. If there are too many lice, don't be afraid of biting, it doesn't matter." Yang Xuan said helplessly, then waved his hand and put Pei Meng into the storage. in the ring.

After putting it in, he was suddenly taken aback.

The ring he took from Yuan Chang'an has a great damage to the human spirit, but Pei Meng is no longer a living person, he is just a corpse soldier, specifically, a zombie.

Yang Xuan released Pei Meng again.

"What?" Pei Meng was a little strange.

"How did you feel just now?" Yang Xuan asked.

"It feels nothing, it's darkness." Pei Meng replied.

Yang Xuan nodded, he took Pei Meng in again.

He suddenly have a thought: If he refines more corpse soldiers, and then installs them in the storage ring, when facing the enemy, with a wave of his hand, a large number of zombies appear, will the enemy come alive? Scared to death.

Thinking of this, he slapped his thigh fiercely.

"I miscalculated, I have seen that many zombie before, and they can all be refined into corpse soldiers. For me to use, I killed them all. What a pity." Yang Xuan was extremely upset.

Roughly estimated, his new storage ring can hold more than 20,000 zombies. If more than 20,000 are False God Realm like Pei Meng, it will be It will be an immense force.

But of course it is an ideal state. Even if he is not tired, he must have that many pseudo-god zombie for him to refine.

Bringing Pei Meng back, he did not disturb the people in Holy Mountain Harbor, but left directly.

After returning to Rilun, he got a good news-Xu Xiake is back.

"Look for him to see me!" Yang Xuan said directly.

When Xu Xiake came to Yang Xuan, Yang Xuan was a little disappointed.

The Xu Xiake he imagined should be a handsome scribe in a long gown, but in reality, Xu Xiake standing in front of him is like an old farmer who has been farming all his life, squatting. The flattery on his face, even the royal sandalwood specially lit by Su Hanyu for Yang Xuan could not conceal the smell of earthy smell on Xu Xiake's body.

"Are you Xu Xiake?" Yang Xuan frowned asked.

"Yes, yes!" Xu Xiake's face was covered with flowers, nodded hunched over.

This Xu Xiake is not the other Xu Xiake, Yang Xuan sighed and lost interest.

"Look at this place, do you know where it is?" Yang Xuan threw the painted scroll to him.

Xu Xiake took a look, first frowned, then eyes shined.

"This place... seems to be driving Tiger Mountain, um, it is driving Tiger Mountain. I have been to that place." Xu Xiake said with great certainty.

"Driving Tiger Mountain?" Yang Xuan was overjoyed. He didn't think that Xu Xiake really had two brushes, and he recognized it all at once.

"Yes, it is to drive Tiger Mountain, where there is a cliff and there is a waterfall on the cliff. The angle of viewing this painting should be on the top of Qihu Peak opposite the waterfall." Xu Xiake said.

"Take me there!" Yang Xuan stood up and said decisively.

Xu Xiake was taken aback for a moment, but only promised to say: "That place is not close."

Xu Xiake's so-called not close, only about two hundred li or so, when Yang Xuan fell on the road to drive the tiger. At the top of the peak, Xu Xiake's first reaction was to knelt on the ground and retched when he placed him on the ground.

"I'm going to take my own life." After a long while, Xu Xiake slumped on the ground with a pale face.

As an ordinary person, has he ever had such a soar into the clouds and mount the mists experience?

Yang Xuan ignored him, looking at the silver ribbon on the opposite mountain stream, his eyes flashed.

Here, he came right.

"You are waiting here." Yang Xuan said indifferently, and then stood up, striding forward in the sky.

His eyes have been locked in a place.

After that waterfall.

The mist is permeated and sticks to the face, giving a faint feeling of coldness.

The huge waterfall in front of Yang Xuan strangely divided into two, as if a curtain had been opened, revealing a deep cave behind it.

Yang Xuan did not hesitate. After stepping in, the curtain behind him closed again.

Walking through a long passage, and unfolding in front of Yang Xuan, is a stone cave of about 100 square meters. There is nothing else in the cave, but a box is reflected in it. Yang Xuan's eyes.

Yang Xuan's eyes fell on the box, his eyes full of indescribable strangeness.

This box, appearing in this place, is really a bit weird.

The box is actually nothing, but the point is that it is a very modern alloy box, the size of the urn, showing a silver white metal color.

Please forgive Yang Xuan for using the term urn, because no matter what angle he looks at, it is an urn.

Scan the divine sense again, the urn made of unknown metal unexpectedly blocked his divine sense, preventing him from seeing the contents clearly.

After thinking about it, Yang Xuan walked over and pressed a button that was obviously a switch.

ka-cha!

After a light sound, the box opened.