Cultivator In Martial God World

Looking at Yang Xuan doing what he did and hanging Lu Hongfei’s body on a thorn, Yun Ziyan closed his mouth without saying a word, and turned around. go.

She extremely doubted whether Bai Qi would hang her on a thorn if she said one more word.

She didn't dare to bet that Yang Xuan at this time was a madman and a devil in her heart, but she was definitely not alone.

Are people so crazy? Are people so bloodthirsty?

She would rather believe that Yang Xuan is a devil than that he is a person.

"Master, is he really the person you are talking about?" she muttered to herself.

Yun Ziyan is gone, not even the people from the Martial Dao Alliance greet him.

The people from the Martial Dao Alliance have also left, doing the birds and beasts scattered.

No one dares to stay here, and they are also afraid of being hung on a thorn.

The people are gone, and the entire Dingbian city is left with only one person, a tree, and the corpse soldiers and zombie who are still fighting.

Yang Xuan is tapping his head, his strength is getting bigger and bigger, which makes people wonder whether he will break his head next moment.

Finally, when the knife-like pain eased slightly, the battle between zombie and the corpse soldier stopped.

It is not that one of the parties won, but a person who belongs to the zombie camp.

Black's face mask completely covers his face, cold light flashes on the black armor, and a black steed under the crotch, but half of the horse's face, revealing its bones.

I was dressed in black, but holding a black long spear, the tip of the gun was dragged on the ground, drew out dots of sparks.

The zombie spread out like a tide, exposing an incomparable gigantic open space.

The pain finally disappeared, and Yang Xuan smiled.

He waved his arm gently, and the corpse soldiers behind him, like those zombies, withdrew back, leaving the open space in the center to Yang Xuan and the black-armored person.

"I have been waiting for you for a long time!" Yang Xuan said indifferently, sighing in tone.

The black armor is silent, just driving the bone horse, slowly forward, the long spear drags on the ground, making a harsh sound.

The locust tree sinks slowly, and before submerging into the ground again, a branch stretches out, sending Yang Xuan to the front of the black armor.

The black armor stopped and seemed to be looking at Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan is standing with his hands behind him, and he is also looking at the black armor.

For a long time, Yang Xuan suddenly sighed and said softly: "I trust you have been well since we last met!"

The black armor was silent. I don’t know how long it has passed. , A voice came out from under the mask.

"I trust you have been well since we last met!"

His voice is hoarse and low, but there is a sense of familiarity.

Yang Xuan looked at the black bone horse under his crotch and suddenly said something unfathomable mystery.

"I have seen this horse!"

The black armor moved the long spear forward and said in a low voice: "I have indeed seen it."

"When I saw it, it was not like this." Yang Xuan seemed to sigh.

Hei Jia didn't answer this question, he just asked: "Why?"

"What and why?" Yang Xuan asked.

"Why bother us." Hei Jia's words are very unfathomable mystery.

But Yang Xuan seemed to understand. He asked, "You asked? Or did you ask for someone else?"

Hei Jia was silent for a while, then slowly said : "The master asked me to ask."

Yang Xuan sighed again, shook his head and said: "What is your purpose?"

Hei Jia did not speak, it seems that this question, he Unable to answer.

Yang Xuan asked another strange question: "Are you still alive?"

Hei Jia answered quickly: "I'm dead."

Yang Xuan said nothing.

The black armor didn't speak either.

The whole person Dingbian City fell into silence.

On one side is Yang Xuan, his corpse soldier.

One side is black armor, and the zombie behind him.

The scene is weird, but it is full of beauty.

About cruel beauty.

"I want to borrow soldiers!" After a while, Yang Xuan suddenly said.

"How much to borrow?" Black Jia asked.

"At least one million!" Yang Xuan said a number, thought about it, and added: "High-end battle strength cannot be less than 10%."

"Impossible!" The black armor directly refused.

Yang Xuan smiled, he said indifferently: "I borrow something and never ask others if it works."

The gun in the black armor's hand was raised.

He didn't speak, but his actions showed everything.

"I'm very curious, how do you keep your mind when a person is dead?" Yang Xuan's body slowly floated up, standing out of nothing, indifferently asked: "Su Zhenguo, this is your country, but you Destroying."

Su Zhenguo!

Black armor, Su Zhenguo.

Old Ancestor of Rilun Country, formerly Five Qi Great Venerable, Su Zhenguo.

Yang Xuan earth shattering.

The black armor slightly shook the head and said in a deep voice: "Yang Xuan, you don't understand!"

"I hate hearing this sentence!" Yang Xuan His eyes were red, and the feeling of being enveloped in red yarn came again.

"Let’s go, Yang Xuan, I can still be the master now, take your existing tens of thousands of corpse soldiers, and leave here." The black armored long spear dropped a little bit: "It’s you Unimaginable existence. Once it discovers the situation here, you just want to go, you can't go."

The head hurts again.

Yang Xuan's eyes began to congestion. He raised his fist again and began to tap his forehead: "If I listen to your advice, then I am not Yang Xuan anymore."

Hei Jia was silent. After a while, he said slowly: "You are right, Demon God Bai Qi, you have never been a person who listens to persuasion."

Stopped Stop, he continued: "In this case, I can only kill you and turn you into one of us."

"no!" Yang Xuan's hand left his forehead, his eyes A red glow shoots out.

"I turned you into my corpse soldier!"

As soon as the voice fell, he turned into a red glow and rushed towards the black armor.

Behind him, red flames filled the sky.

A long flame knife was grabbed by Yang Xuan with both hands, and from top to bottom, fiercely slashed towards the black armor.

"Let me see, what kind of progress you have made as a slave." With Yang Xuan's crazy roar, the void was ignited by flames.

Faced with Yang Xuan's stab against Heaven and Earth, the black armor clamped the horse's belly lightly, and the bone horse suddenly stood up, with a neigh that pierced Heaven and Earth.

At the same time, the black long spear, who had been held by the black armor in his hand, stabbed Yang Xuan's long knife from bottom to top with a thick black air.

bang!

A huge roar spread everywhere.

Starting from the place where the tip of the gun and the tip of the knife intersect, layer by layer of void ripples propagate to all around like water ripples, making the sound of crackle.

The Bone Horse bent his legs and moved his forefoot, and knelt directly on the ground. The black long spear in the black armor was also smashed away by fiercely, almost flying out of his hand.

Look at Yang Xuan in midair again. He volleyed his head and flew out a few feet after turning around. Then he stood firm.

"It really is a True God mirror!" He paused every word.

At the same time, there was also a hint of shock in Black Armor's original calm voice: "True God mirror?"

The headache is getting more and more painful.

Yang Xuan's eyes are redder, he slaps his forehead hard, trying to restrain the tide-like pain.

He started to understand.

Whenever he uses power, that kind of unbearable pain will hit. The more power he uses, the stronger the pain.

This kind of pain goes deep into the soul.

"I start to hate this world." He panted, slapped his forehead vigorously, his voice hoarse and bloodthirsty.