Cultivator In Martial God World

Everyone is looking forward to that moment, expecting that under the sunlight, the powerful enemy in front of them will turn into fly ash, disappeared without a trace.

Many people have seen this scene.

That was a hundred years ago, a demonic path expert invaded Qixing Mountain. The Huangshang Elder on that day was like today. He lifted the scorching sun and then fell, and the enemy scattered ashes and dispersed smoke. Did not leave a trace.

So, no one would think that today’s results will be any different.

The enemy who dares to stand in front of the scorching sun is destined to be scattered ashes and dispersed smoke.

But they are doomed to be disappointed.

Faced with the scorching sun in the sky, Yang Xuan only glanced at it slightly, even the slightest expression of disdain on his face.

Huang Shang is Nascent Soul, but his strength is only comparable to Yang Xuan's Golden Core.

Next moment, the blazing sun melted like ice and snow, and Wan Daoguang went retrograde, where it came from, and where it came back.

The sound like broken glass continued to sound, and the scorching sun in the sky accompanied by the seven stars turned into fragments in the sky, and then there was no trace.

A few pieces of all this happened, but in just a few seconds, everything has been reversed.

Even when Huang Shang’s blood spout from mouth, flying upside down, the faces of the seven-star dísciple were full of expectation and excitement, and there was no time to change their expressions.

But when Huang Chang fell fiercely in front of them, all his expressions were frozen and then turned into dullness.

"This is impossible!!!"

Huang Chang's face was full of shock and fear, and his eyes were totally unbelievable.

He slapped the ground violently, and his body jumped up. Between the continuous pinching of his hands, a golden light appeared in front of him.

Huang Chang's face is all hideous, accompanied by blood at the corner of his mouth, like a demon.

"die for me..."

At this moment, a faint voice penetrated the space, penetrated the golden light, and was sent into his ears.

"I said, you only have one chance to make a shot without dying."

The voice was very weak, but it fell in Huang Chang's ears, and it became heavier.

The sword light that was trembling suddenly hovered, Huang Chang's face was grim, but the hesitation in his eyes could not be concealed.

He has been practicing for hundreds of years, and it’s not easy for him to get to this step today.

At this moment, he hesitated.

"Elder Huang, you can withdraw."

Just when Huang Chang hesitated, a majestic voice came from a distance.

Huang Shang sighed, and the sword light began to dissipate.

He knew that from the moment he hesitated, he had already made a choice.

He didn't want to die, he didn't have the guts to attack Yang Xuan again.

An old man in a white robe flew up from a distance with a few of the same old Elder, and landed in front of Yang Xuan.

"pay respects to the head!"

All the seven stars dísciple respectfully salute.

"old man Ming Huaqing, Christine is the head of the Seven Stars Dao, your Excellency and my Qixing Dao have enemies?" The old man speaks in a gentle tone, looking at Yang Xuan and asked.

"No hatred, no complaints, I just want to take one thing." Yang Xuan said indifferently.

"This?" Ming Huaqing turned over the palm, a piece of triangular metal shining brightly, appeared in his hand.

The moiré on it moves slightly like running water.

Yang Xuan took a deep breath, this was the second piece of triangular metal he saw.

"Yes!" He only said one word.

The triangular metal floated up and down in Ming Huaqing's hands. Vaguely, Yang Xuan discovered that there was a strange aura flowing outside the gray metal surface.

Illusion?

Yang Xuan's eyes slightly narrowed are here.

"It turns out that you are here for this Immortal Treasure, it is not surprising." Ming Huaqing sighed, and there was a trace of melancholy between his eyebrows.

"In the past ten years, for the four Immortal Treasures, so many disputes and deaths occurred. I originally thought that since the last Immortal Treasure battle, Penglai will be peaceful for at least a hundred years, but who has I thought that after only three years, but because of this Immortal Treasure, my seven-star dísciple was killed innocently." Ming Huaqing looked at Yang Xuan with no hatred or murderous intention in his eyes, only a trace of regret: " Sometimes I wonder, when Diro brought the four Immortal Treasures to Penglai, was it right or wrong? is it fortune or misfortune?"

"The head..." There is daoist robe on the face of the old man Concerns surfaced, and he bowed.

"No need to say, I know what you want to say." Ming Huaqing interrupted him: "Immortal Treasure is innocent. The guilty are those of us who call ourselves immortals, hehe, immortal?"

Ming Huaqing laughed, with a hint of sarcasm on his face.

Yang Xuan has been listening to his narration, but the more he listened, the more confused he became.

"You said...Is this Immortal Treasure?" He looked at the triangular metal in Ming Huaqing's hand and asked.

"You don't know? What do you want it to do?" Ming Huaqing seemed more puzzled than Yang Xuan.

"I want him because, that book is my thing." Yang Xuan did not hide it, speak frankly.

"Your stuff?" Ming Huaqing was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, smiling very happily.

"I haven't heard such a funny joke for a long time." Ming Huaqing smiled and said, like an old friend, greeted with a smile.

It's just this smile, which is a bit cold.

The triangular metal slowly sank into Ming Huaqing’s palm. After that, he hands behind ones back and looked at Yang Xuan lightly and said, "Since you are here for this Immortal Treasure, there is nothing to say. , You want to get it, it depends on your methods."

Yang Xuan squinted his eyes, and after a long silence, suddenly said unfathomable mystery: "Like this situation, you What will it do?"

No one answered, his words seemed to be listening to the air.

Ming Huaqing looked at him suspiciously.

Yang Xuan seems to be smiling, and it seems that he is not smiling. The corners of his mouth are slightly curved, as if he is listening to the sound that does not exist.

"So, I think only killing and perishing is the most perfect way to solve all problems." After a while, Yang Xuan said to himself again.

For some unknown reason, Ming Huaqing suddenly felt a little cold, as if the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped by a few minutes.

Then he saw that, I don't know when, in the eyes of that strange youngster, there seems to be a little red appearing.

A faint smell of blood came from unknown places, accompanied by deep laughter.

Yang Xuan is laughing, his laughter is cold, like blood, like ice.

"Die!"

He paused word by word, his eyes fell on Ming Huaqing, and on everyone in Qixing Mountain.

……

Yang Xuan, who just got off the plane, suddenly stopped, motionless.

His eyes seemed to penetrate the space in an instant and landed somewhere unknown.

After a while, he said softly: "It turns out that you are not dead."

So the deformation is unknown, so he said with all his doubts: "Mister Yang, what's the matter?"

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"Nothing!" Yang Xuan shook the head without explaining.

Transformation did not ask any more, just said: "Mister Yang, we are going to the special forces assembly point now, but before that, you need to choose a title for yourself. In the action, we will The title calls you, not your real name."

"Do you need a title?" Yang Xuan looked at the distortion.

Transformed nodded, said: "Generally speaking, the external title is naturally formed, but you are an exception, you can make one yourself."

Yang Xuan nodded, but his eyes Landed in an unknown distance.

After a while, he said indifferently: "Then call it a god or devil."