Cross-push eternal life, starting from the power of the gods to suppress the prison

Chapter 17 Realm Crushing
"What exactly happened, why is there such a big commotion, and who is fighting fiercely in the backyard?"

"Could it be that some thieves have invaded our Yang family?"

"Quickly go and report to the clan elders and uncles, and gather all the family guards, and we must not let that daring thief escape."

Just when Yang Xuanzhen and Yang Xiong were fighting each other, members of the Yang family noticed the commotion here one after another.

There was even a clansman who had just eaten and drank enough, and was doing that mediocre thing in the room, but was startled by Yang Xuanzhen's loud roar, his whole body trembled, and his whole body sank down.

"Sister-in-law, it's not my fault. Don't you know how powerful I am? It's all because of that damn thief. I'll come as soon as I go, soon."

The clansman could only smile awkwardly, and under the resentful eyes of his sister-in-law, he lifted his pants and hurried out to check.

All of a sudden, the whole Yang family mansion was flying like dogs and dogs, and the noise was endless.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
A master of the Yang family rushed out from the house and galloped towards the backyard using his body skills.

Not long after, more than 300 Yang family members and four to five hundred guards and servants gathered beside the lake in the backyard, covering a large area in darkness.

"Look, everyone, the person on the rockery seems to be Yang Xuanzhen, why did he fight with the Patriarch?"

Someone pointed to the front and spoke in surprise, with a bewildered look on his face.

"Cousin Xuanzhen can fight against the head of the family, how is this possible, could it be that I haven't woken up yet, and I'm in a dream right now?"

Another person kept rubbing his eyes, still unable to believe what he saw.

After all, Yang Xuanzhen's cultivation base is extremely weak, and he belongs to the bottom of the whole family's younger generation.

And Yang Xiong has not only invaded martial arts for dozens of years, but is also a real master of the tenth level of physical transformation, the gap between the two is like nothing.

Even the unrivaled geniuses in the Supreme Unity Sect cannot cross this gap, so what virtue does Yang Xuanzhen have and how can he compete with Yang Xiong?
This is like a beggar and an emperor, two people with very different identities, suddenly fighting on the street is as absurd.

Moreover, the beggar beat the king of a country until he ran away with his head in his arms. Who would believe such an unimaginable thing?

However, the reality is so strange, when the two are fighting, Yang Xiong is at an absolute disadvantage, and he is beaten by Yang Xuanzhen, like a bereaved dog.

"Hiss... The main family is starting to work hard, that is the spiritual mastery of our Yang family, the idea of ​​the true meditation of dragon and tiger!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came out, waking up the crowd who had been unable to calm down for a long time.

"What? The idea of ​​the true concentration of the dragon and the tiger is a unique skill that can only be taught at the eighth level of the physical body!"

Hearing this, everyone's expressions changed, and they hurriedly raised their heads and looked towards the field.

I saw Yang Xiong made a move of Tenglong Yueyuan, the whole person suddenly jumped up to a height of hundreds of feet, and when he was in mid-air, he punched Yang Xuanzhen below.

All of a sudden, everyone felt the roar of tigers and the chant of dragons resounding endlessly in their ears, as if a dragon and a tiger emerged from Yang Xiong's fist, giving people a strong oppression, wanting to suppress and kill Yang Xuanzhen on the spot.

"In the face of this kind of spiritual mysticism, Yang Xuanzhen will definitely not be able to resist it. This is an absolute crushing of the realm. If the realm is not enough, no matter how strong the strength is, it will be false."

Among the crowd, a middle-aged man in brocade clothes asserted, with a look of regret in his eyes.

His name is Yang Man, he is the second in the generation of uncles in the Yang family, and he is usually responsible for managing the family property in the city and the mines outside the city.

He has no enmity with Yang Xuanzhen, and he doesn't belong to the lineage of Patriarch Yang Xiong.

"Second uncle is right... Although I don't know why Yang Xuanzhen has such strength, he is still too tender after all."

"If he can settle down for several years and cultivate to the realm of divine transformation, he might be able to compete with the Patriarch, but he is doomed to escape tonight."

"Sigh, I never thought that our Yang family would produce a genius. Given time, he might not be able to join the Taiyi sect. It's a pity..."

Many clansmen also shook their heads and sighed.

"It's a pity, Yang Xuanzhen, a little bastard who stole the family's treasures, and plotted against the patriarch. Big brother killing him is doing justice for the heavens. Shut up, you bastards!"

At this moment, a loud shout resounded, and everyone looked around, only to see two clansmen standing not far away supporting Yang Honglie, who was soaked in blood.

Immediately, many people fell silent, lowered their heads one by one, not daring to speak any more.

Yang Honglie is fierce and mighty in the family, he is famous for revenge, and he is also the family head's confidant, who would dare to contradict him?

At this moment, Yang Honglie stared at Yang Xuanzhen in the middle of the battlefield with a pair of triangular eyes, his face was full of resentment and joy.

Just now he witnessed Yang Xiong being suppressed and was almost on the verge of death, now seeing the opponent showing signs of turning defeat into victory, the resentment in his heart finally vented out.

However, he didn't know that Yang Xiong was at the end of his rope and wanted to escape, even, he would be completely defeated by Yang Xuanzhen soon.

as predicted.

Faced with Yang Xiong's mental assault, Yang Xuanzhen was completely unmoved, and immediately recited a mysterious formula in his heart.

The next moment, a cool breath flooded Yang Xuanzhen's limbs and bones.

And in his heart, filled with a powerful belief, that is the determination to win, as hard as a rock, as towering as a mountain.

Immediately, hovering in mid-air, the imposing dragon and tiger's real form suddenly disappeared before Yang Xuanzhen's eyes, completely becoming invisible.

"Uncle, is this your last resort? If your skills stop here, you will surely die. No matter how hard you struggle, it will be useless. You will die!"

Yang Xuanzhen seized this brief moment, turned his body violently, and there was a toothache grinding sound in his body.

Immediately afterwards, his physical body seemed to turn into a spirit snake, soft and soft as he wanted, hard and hard as he wanted, and he could do whatever he wanted.

Then his figure swayed sharply, like a dragon wagging its tail, he actually used his legs to slam hard towards the rockery beside him.

With a loud bang, this rockery, which was two feet high and one foot wide, was violently exploded by him.

Before the gravel spread, Yang Xuanzhen had already relied on this powerful force to shoot up suddenly, flew into the air, and chased directly towards Yang Xiong.

"You... bad!"

Seeing this scene, Yang Xiong completely changed his color.

He never expected that his mental illusion would be so easily deciphered by Yang Xuanzhen.

It was because of this reliance that he resolutely chose to fight with Yang Xuanzhen when he was seriously injured.

Who knew that this kid would be so evil, and somehow he got the method of cultivating the spirit in the family, so that he, who had a slight advantage, fell into a desperate situation in an instant.

At this time, he has not yet landed, and when the old strength has not been lost, and the new strength has not yet been generated, it is impossible to dodge in the air with strength, but Yang Xuanzhen has already attacked in front of him.

"Yang Xiong, die!"

In the blink of an eye, Yang Xuanzhen yelled violently, and his whole body was like a cannonball, and he slammed into it.

Yang Xiong only had time to raise his arm to resist, when he heard a click, his right arm broke on the spot, and then his body was hit hard, blood spilled into the sky, his whole body fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

All the bones in his body that were not broken were completely shattered under the impact of this huge force.

This time, Yang Xiong couldn't get up again, lying in the big hole he smashed, his whole body twitched slightly, he was dying.

(End of this chapter)