Cultivator In Martial God World

"Iron Man?" Su Zhenchen was confused.

"A local tyrant, a mortal." Yang Xuan explained.

"A mortal?" Su Zhenchen is very strange, can a mortal compare with him?

"Although he is a mortal, he invented a very difficult to deal with armor, arming his whole body to be comparable to the gods." Yang Xuan said, and then told him about the Avengers in a few words. The story of the alliance.

"Ha, this steel knight is also a fool. With such a powerful armor, he always wants to save others. Isn't it good to live for himself?" Su Zhenchen was full of disdain.

Yang Xuan is nodded with deep approval: "Actually, I think so too, but if he is not such a person, there won't be that many people like him."

"Anyway, it's a fool!" Su Zhenchen made the final comment.

If Tony Stark knows that someone has given him such a comment, but he doesn't know what his expression is.

"Why are you mentioning this?" Su Zhenchen finally realized that he and Yang Xuan were a little far away.

"Heal your wounds!" Yang Xuan as it should be by rights said: "Procrastinate time, heal your wounds!"

"You..." Su Zhenchen was furious.

Yang Xuan shook his arm, the wound has healed completely, and the bones have long been intact.

"Your power..." He looked at Su Zhenchen and said slowly.

Hoop!

Behind him, two long wings, one black one white, suddenly appeared. The wings stretched out. The entire great hall instantly turned into flying ash and disappeared invisible.

Night has fallen, without stars, without moon, Heaven and Earth is dim and desolate.

The wings flickered lightly, and Yang Xuan stood in the sky, condescending, looking at Su Zhenchen faintly.

"Your power is like armor. Although powerful, it doesn't belong to you." He slowly said, his eyes full of pity: "You, but a puppet, you don’t even know you are Poor puppet."

"You... nonsense!" Su Zhenchen roared: "I killed you."

As soon as the voice fell, his whole body turned into a black one. Guangying rushed towards Yang Xuan.

The wings move slightly, one left and one right, like Heaven and Earth close together, fixing the light and shadow that rushed over in the void.

"I killed you!" Su Zhenchen was still roaring, his face surging black.

"You can't kill me!" Yang Xuan said indifferently, then stretched out his hand and grabbed it lightly.

Like a giant whale sucking water, the thick black mist was picked up by Yang Xuan from Su Zhenchen's body, as if a piece of black gauze had been taken away.

In just an instant, Su Zhenchen's face became extremely desperate, like a fish about to die of thirst, with his mouth wide open, trying to find the non-existent water vapor.

"You...you shit, you...what did you do? What did you...do?" Su Zhenchen was crazy and desperate, bleeding from Qiqiao.

"I didn't do anything, just took off your armor." Yang Xuan carried the black gauze and said indifferently.

"You...you...give it back to me." Su Zhenchen, who was bleeding from seven orifices, struggled and roared, but couldn't get away from the black and white wings.

Yang Xuan laughed, black and white, two colors wings disappeared, Su Zhenchen fell directly to the ground, but at the moment when it touched the ground, a black branch protruded from the ground, supporting Su Zhenchen Lifted it up.

Next moment, the ground trembled, and a locust tree that occupies Heaven and Earth broke through the ground, shattered the void, and stood under the night sky.

Fortunately, I don't know what method Su Zhenchen used before. At this time, there is no one in the Imperial Palace. Otherwise, watching such a weird and majestic scene, I am afraid that many people will be fainted.

Yang Xuan, standing high above the tree canopy, shook his hand and threw the black gauze in his hand onto the locust tree.

The locust tree clearly understands what it is, and two thick branches meet, like a pair of arms, gently holding up the black gauze.

At this time, Su Zhenchen gradually calmed down. He stared at an unknown place blankly, and something strange seemed to flicker in his eyes.

The black yarn disappeared, and the breath of the locust tree began to change, rising steadily.

Yang Xuan ignored the evolving locust tree, he just looked at Su Zhenchen who was hung on the branch.

After a while, he suddenly asked: "Do you understand?"

Su Zhenchen's body was shaken, his eyes refocused, and he fell on Yang Xuan.

"I..." He spit out a word, but didn't go on.

"It seems that you really understand." Yang Xuan sighed.

"I..." Su Zhenchen's complexion changed, from pale to red, from red to blue and black. After several changes, he returned to pale again.

"so that's how it is!" He muttered to himself, lost in his soul: "It turns out that I am just someone else's puppet."

Yang Xuan nodded: "Just understand! What are your plans? I mean...last words."

Su Zhenchen, who has lost his power, can no longer keep his soul intact. He is about to dissipate, and Divine Immortal is hard to save.

The God of Darkness used unknown means to preserve his soul for a hundred years. At this moment, he lost his power, and the power that had been protecting his soul from dissipating also disappeared.

"There are no last words!" Su Zhenchen smiled bitterly, untied the corpse heart jade in his hand, and threw it to Yang Xuan.

The corpse heart jade didn't lose far, it began to fall, but was picked up by a slender branch and sent to Yang Xuan.

"The way to open the Jade Corpse Heart, engrave it on the inside!" Su Zhenchen's eyes have drifted far away, confused.

Yang Xuan glanced slightly, and there were some small words on the inside of the black bracelet.

After putting the corpse heart jade on his left wrist, Yang Xuan looked at Su Zhenchen and asked: "Is there anything else to say."

"Can I hold that Will the sub painting be returned to me?" Su Zhenchen didn't take his gaze back, still looking at an unknown place with a smile on his face.

Yang Xuan without the slightest hesitation sent the painting to Su Zhenchen and unfolded.

Su Zhenchen retracted his gaze and looked at the person in the painting idiotically, with glittering eyes flashing across the corner of his eyes.

Imperial Palace, the ruins, the black locust tree, Su Zhenchen, the picture scroll...

A new picture scroll that is weird but full of sadness is formed.

For some reason, Yang Xuan suddenly felt like he was back on the cliff again. The opposite side of the cliff was flying down three thousand feet.

The high-spirited and vigorous Su Zhenchen’s one-knee kneels fell in front of the barefoot, but clothes whiter than snow, holding it up with both hands...

This beautiful picture scroll what!

Yang Xuan sighed, then waved.

The red flames ignited all over the sky, like some other sunset, reflecting half of the sky.

In the flames, there seemed to be a sigh, which brought out an illusory thank you.

The new branches of Sophora japonica are still black, like burnt misses, crooked, growing out of densely packed thorns.

Yang Xuan saw a touch of fresh green in the burnt black.

I just don’t know if it’s an illusion.

But the unfolded, locust tree leaves that are crystal clear and near-transparent like black jade are by no means an illusion.

The locust tree not only grows new branches, but also new leaves.

Finally, it is no longer a bare tree trunk.

Yang Xuan sighed, then stretched out his hand to pluck a black leaf and put it in his mouth.

"Pooh! It's bitter!" He cursed: "Can't it grow sweeter?"

The locust tree moved, as if to say: "No! "

"Ai, life is unsatisfactory, nine out of ten." Yang Xuan shook his head, sighed, and then asked: "Did you say that?"

He seemed to be saying To listen to myself, it seems to be asking a question about this void.

But after a while, a faint voice answered one word: "Yes!"

The void cracked, and a bloody mouth wide open like a appeared behind Yang Xuan. In the sacrificial bowl, the sharp fangs flashed with cold light, and Yang Xuan was swallowed in one bite.