Cultivator In Martial God World

Holy Mountain, the Force car dedicated to Yang Xuan has long been on standby. On both sides of the car, nearly a hundred people stood quietly and looked solemn.

Seeing Yang Xuan disembarking, these hundreds of people kneel down respectfully, saying: "Pay respects to Holy Son."

Yang Xuan is not surprised, presumably these people, They were all sent here to serve him, the young Heavenly Saint.

"You go back first and leave two people behind." He said indifferently.

"Yes!" Everyone got up, and walked backwards respectfully, leaving only two people standing beside the Force car.

"Who are you?" Yang Xuan asked.

"Return to His Royal Highness Holy Son, his subordinates belong to Shengwei, No. 5 and No. 6!" The two replied respectfully.

Yang Xuan took a look at their cultivation base, Peak, not True God.

"Go, go to the corpse hall!" Yang Xuan stepped onto the Force Car, indifferently said.

The two of them shook slightly. The grudge between Heavenly Saint Son and the Corpse Hall, they had heard about it. Holy Son had just returned to Holy Mountain and was going to the Corpse Hall. The significance was self-evident. .

The Force Car started to move, and after passing through a long and narrow tunnel, it turned to the right, and then an old castle appeared in front of it.

This old castle has a strange Gothic style. From the outside, it looks weird and grand.

"His Royal Highness, this is the corpse hall." Number 5 opened the car door and said.

Yang Xuan got off the Force Car, did not stop, but walked directly towards the castle.

"His Royal Highness Qingtian!" When the dísciple of the corpse hall at the door handle saw Yang Xuan, he was taken aback, then turned pale in fright, and he knelt down quickly.

"Where is Old Ancestor?" Yang Xuan said indifferently.

"This..." The corpse hall kneeling on the ground dísciple looked at each other in blank dismay.

The blood corpse Old Ancestor once chased and killed Yang Xuan. This is an open secret. At this time, the young Heavenly Saint came to the door, fearing that he could not be kind.

At this moment, the gates of the ancient castle automatically slid open to the sides behind everyone, and then a gloomy voice came out: "Green Heavenly Saint is coming, please come in."

The black air coiled around, surging out from the old castle, and lined up on both sides, forming a long passage.

Yang Xuan sneered, walked directly onto the passage.

After he stepped into the passage, the passage gradually disappeared behind him, blocking the others from the outside.

Along the passage, Yang Xuan entered a ghastly great hall. On both sides of the great hall, there were two rows of black figures of human figures. Upon closer inspection, it was a rigid body.

At the end of the great hall, there is a high platform. On the high platform, a black clothed person who is as thin as a corpse is sitting.

The black clothed person stood up, walked down the steps, stood in front of Yang Xuan, and then arched his hands and said: "The palace of the corpse, the black wind, has seen His Royal Highness Holy Son. Come here, what's the so-called?"

Yang Xuan glanced at him, indifferently said: "Black Wind, let me ask you, who instigated the blood corpse chasing and killing Ben Holy Son back then?"

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Heifeng hearing this hesitated, after a long silence, he sighed: "Don’t hide your highness, what happened back then was an order from the Vice Palace Lord, I didn’t know it."

"Really?" Yang Xuan's eyes were cold.

Heifeng said: "His Royal Highness and even the heavens, how dare your subordinates lie to your Highness, I just hope that your Highness can let me pass my corpse for the sake of the same holy kingdom."

After he said, he waved his hand slightly and saw someone escorting two people out of the darkness.

One person is red-clothed, it is the blood corpse Old Ancestor, and the other person is gray, Yang Xuan does not know him.

The blood corpse old Ancestral God was sluggish. After walking out, he turned a blind eye to Yang Xuan, as if he had been stimulated.

The other man in gray is even more embarrassed, with a blank face, and the Primordial Spirit turns, revealing a deep fear.

"His Royal Highness, the blood corpse offended His Royal Highness back then. I have taken him down and handed it over to His Royal Highness for disposal." Heifeng respectfully said: "As for the Vice Palace Lord Bronzebeard, I have abolished his cultivation base. , I also hope that His Royal Highness can leave a way out and save his life."

Yang Xuan ignored the black wind, his eyes fell on the blood corpse Old Ancestor.

The blood corpse Old Ancestor seemed to have received some huge irritation, his face was sluggish, and he didn't say a word, as if he was left to deal with it.

On the contrary, it is the Bronzebeard of Vice Palace Lord, but there are more or less reactions, although it is all fear.

Silence.

Yang Xuan was silent, and the entire great hall fell into unbearable silence.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Xuan suddenly took a deep breath, and then slowly vomited it out.

"Black Wind." He looked at the Palace Lord, indifferently said.

"Subordinates are here!" Heifeng's body was slightly trembled and said hastily.

Yang Xuan looked at him and was silent for a while, before indifferently said: "You know my decision before coming."

Hei Feng bowed his head and said: "Subordinates I don't know."

Yang Xuan smiled, then continued: "Before coming to the corpse hall, I only want to kill the blood corpse Old Ancestor. As for the others, this Holy Son does not intend to pursue it."

Heifeng did not answer the call.

"The so-called things happen for a reason. Party disputes have existed since ancient times. It is difficult to tell who is right and who is wrong. Therefore, the Holy Son decided to kill only the blood corpse to relieve his depression."

"Your Highness Shengming, Your Highness Shengming!" Black wind hit the ground.

"Don't rush to sing praises." Yang Xuan faint smiled at him: "Because next time, you will hate me."

"Huh?" Hei Feng Yi Surprised, looking at Yang Xuan for unknown reasons.

Yang Xuan slowly stepped forward, gently resting his right palm on the head of the blood corpse Old Ancestor.

"Hei Feng, you come and tell me." Yang Xuan stared at Hei Feng, and said every word: "He, is, who?"

Hei Feng trembled all over, There was an invisible fear in his eyes, but he said: "The subordinates don't understand the meaning of your highness. This person is a blood corpse."

"Really?"

Yang Xuan's fingers pressed slightly, and the blood on the Old Ancestor's face quickly fell off in large chunks. In the horrible way, the next bloody face was revealed, but it was obviously completely different from the bloody Old Ancestor's face.

Hei Feng's face turned pale, and his body shook like chaff.

After a while, he suddenly knelt on the ground and cried out for injustice: "His Majesty, the subordinates don’t know it, I don’t know who it is that made this civet cat Crown Prince's plan, yes, it must be The blood corpse, it must be him, he fears sin, so he used a substitute, and even I cheated."

"Really?" Yang Xuan indifferent expression, but a sleeve was on the side. Face of bronze beard.

Like the blood corpse, the face of the bronze beard became bloody, revealing another face.

"Then tell me, who is this?" Yang Xuan said indifferently.

Hei Feng's body trembles more severely, kneeling on the ground, unable to speak a word.

Outside the great hall, there is an insignificant sound.

Yang Xuan shook the head, indifferently said: "I just remembered to run now, don’t you think it’s too late?"

After that, he lightly stepped on the ground .

bang!

The sound of the wall being broken sounded from a distance, as if something broke through several walls and flew towards the great hall where Yang Xuan was.

bang!

After another loud noise, the wall of great hall black was smashed into a big hole in the smoke and dust, and a person rolled down like a bottle gourd. In front of Yang Xuan.

cough cough!

The person who rolled in climbed on the ground and coughed out a mouthful of pus and blood, his face was already full of shock.

Yang Xuan showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, lowered his head and looked at the people on the ground faintly.

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