Cultivator In Martial God World

"shua!"

The long spear pierced the air again.

Yang Xuan gently avoided the long spear, his chest was like a bellows with a loud gasp, and two white breaths like Dragon Snake could be seen in his nostrils.

But not because of fighting, but because of headaches.

He felt like someone was using a saw to cut his head in half.

hu hu!

The breathing became extremely strong, and the eyes that had become red completely stared at the black armor in front of them.

No, it's Su Zhenguo.

The mask broke, the armor was broken into pieces, and the bone horse that straddled it was dismantled into several osteotomy sticks by Yang Xuan in the battle. They wriggled on the ground, but how they were assembled. Less than one to go.

Su Zhenguo did not pant, his chest was as smooth as frozen ice, without a trace of tremor.

He is a dead man, and his heartbeat has stopped a long time ago, so where did he catch his breath?

The entire Dingbian city was about to be destroyed by two people, and even the zombies and corpse soldiers with them, many suffered.

"Heh!" Feeling the power of that shot, Yang Xuan let out a weird laugh: "It turns out that your power is not endless. Then, I won this battle. "

When Su Zhenguo's dry and stiff face did not show any expression, Yang Xuan rushed up again.

Su Zhenguo is a spear thrust again, and the air is rippling.

this spear, under the mirror of True God, no one can hide.

Yang Xuan can hide and fight back.

But, this time, he did not hide.

Pu chi!

A light sound, the long spear pierced Yang Xuan's abdomen smoothly, and then pierced through his back waist, blood filled the sky.

Even though Su Zhenguo had long lost all human emotions, he couldn't help being surprised at this time.

"Take charge of the killing for me."

At this moment, Yang Xuan's voice reached his ears.

next moment, a pair of hands pierced his dry body directly.

vortex!

Su Zhenguo felt like he was in a huge vortex, and his body began to sink continuously, getting deeper and deeper...

I don’t know. After a while, Yang Xuan released Su Zhenguo and pulled his body away from the long spear.

Wood Spiritual Qi began to surge wildly, and the wounds healed continuously.

Su Zhenguo stood blankly, as if turned into a statue.

After a while, a trace of black air escaped from the top of his head and dissipated into the air.

"I have seen the master!"

next moment Su Zhen State Road.

Yang Xuan has a smile at the corner of his mouth.

It's done!

He has successfully refined Su Zhenguo into his corpse soldier, no, the corpse king.

From now on, Su Zhenguo will be in charge of the killing for him.

"Su Zhenguo is dead. From today, you will be called the black armor!" Yang Xuan picked up the broken visor from the ground and handed it to Su Zhenguo.

The bone horse was finally assembled and was refining by Yang Xuan, but he was given the black armor again.

Without the host of the black armor, the zombie of Dingbian City is no longer a problem, led by two experts of True God mirrors, the integration is completed in a very short time.

In this battle, Yang Xuan won a total of 200,000 corpse soldiers, nearly 200 false god mirror corpses, more than 20 Void God Realm corpse handsome, and one True God mirror corpse king.

Originally, there were nearly 400,000 zombies in Dingbian City, but they lost a lot in the battle. Later, Yang Xuan fought with the black armor and affected many zombies. In the end, there were only more than 200,000 zombies.

Yang Xuan asked Black Armor about the situation in other cities, but Black Armor didn't know.

As the black air that controls him dissipates, it seems to have taken away his memories of this time.

The only thing he remembers is a scholar.

Lean, pale, full of scholarly flavor.

It was this scholar who killed him and turned it into zombie.

Yang Xuan didn't ask any more. He had a hunch that this mysterious scholar would definitely appear in front of him at a certain time.

Take a deep breath.

He does not give the greatest limit to guessing the forces of the Ice Palace in Northern Xinjiang, but in fact, from Holy Mountain, one of the Four God Realms, he can see a trace of the strength of the Ice Palace.

Huge monster is not enough to describe!

So, it is far from enough to find the trouble of Ice Palace with the power in his hands at this time.

Furthermore, he is not going to trouble the Ice Palace, but fiercely biting a piece of meat from the Ice Palace to make them feel heartbroken.

He needs more power.

After taking his attention, his eyes turned to Jiangyang City, which is adjacent to Dingbian.

There is also a city completely occupied by zombie.

……

Heavenly Pond Lineage, in a hut on the top of the mountain, Yun Ziyan stared blankly at the clouds floating under her feet, without saying a word.

Beside her, there is an old man who is shining in spirit, and with her, he also looks at the clouds and mist.

"What did you see?" After a while, the old man asked.

"I didn't see anything, Master!" Yun Ziyan did not look back, her voice contained a trace of confusion.

The old man smiled, he shook his head and said: "I didn't see anything, it means that your heart is in chaos."

Yun Ziyan did not immediately answer the old man’s words, but was silent. After a while, she suddenly asked: "Master, is he really that person?"

The old man sighed and patted Yun Ziyan's shoulder: "Look at the clouds under your feet, do they have shapes?"

Yun Ziyan shook the head confused, and said nothing.

"The cloud is invisible, but it flows in the direction of the wind. I only counted the slightest possibility." The old man said.

"A trace? Maybe?" Yun Ziyan turned his head, eyes confused.

"Yes, there is a slight possibility." The old man sighed: "But it is the only possibility."

After a period of silence, Yun Ziyan slowly nodded: "Master, I think I probably understand. Although there is only a slight possibility, it is better than despair."

This time, the old man was just laughed, but he didn't comment.

"Master, he may already be a True God mirror." Yun Ziyan said again.

"You have already said it." The old man smiled: "Why? Not convinced?"

"No!" Yun Ziyan shook the head: "He killed many people in Tianchi "

The old man said indifferently: "What to do with us? The Tianchi of today is not the Tianchi of the past. I would have left here if I hadn't kept the slightest possibility."

After a pause, the old man said with a smile: "Four Gods Realm, God Realm, huh, it's just putting gold on my face. After all, it's just a gatekeeper, and he's still a gatekeeper abandoned by his master. What's to be proud of?"

"Master, this corpse...?" Yun Ziyan asked again.

"Starting from him, but still ending up with him, don't pay attention to it, just look at it." The old man said indifferently.

Yun Ziyan didn't understand the old man's words, but she didn't ask any more.

After a while, she suddenly said: "Master, you are called the Divine Prediction son. Have you ever counted it until now?"

The old man shook the head: "Never! It's exhausted, who can dare to say that knows everything?"

Yun Ziyan's eyes were cast into the distance, and after a long silence again, she said: "Master, I don't want to go down the mountain anymore."

The child of Divine Prediction laughed: "Is it hit by Yang Xuan?"

Yun Ziyan shook the head, and nodded: "No, I just don’t want to worry about it. Those nostalgic things."

"This time I let you go down the mountain. I originally wanted you to relax, but I didn’t know that you came up with a Martial Dao alliance. It’s hard work and not pleased, that Zhu Yuwen , I am very jealous of your position. Fortunately, Yang Xuan directly abolished him. Otherwise, some moths may be born." Divine Prediction said.

"Master, I have always wanted to ask you a question."

"What is the problem?"

"What kind of person is Martial God?"

Divine Prediction looked at the clouds under her feet, seemingly lost in memories, and then slowly said, "He is a true god."