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

As Yan Xigui's tragic wails suddenly stopped, the ecstatic expressions on the faces of many Yuhua Sect disciples in the square suddenly stopped.

Everyone's expressions changed in an instant, some were dumbfounded, some were shocked, some were stunned, some were confused...all kinds of expressions.

At this moment, all the Yu Hua Sect disciples seemed to be on a big stage, performing Sichuan Opera Face Changing.

Yang Xuanzhen was the only audience in the audience.

Everyone tried their best to give him the most exciting performance in order to gain his approval.

"interesting."

Yang Xuanzhen put away the Alaya sword in his hand, looked around in all directions, and saw the expressions of the disciples of the Yuhua Sect, and the corners of his mouth could not help but outline a slight arc.

He seemed quite satisfied with everyone's performance and was in a very happy mood.

What was disappointing was that the performance of the disciples of the Yuhua Sect ended very quickly, and the time was pitifully short.

Next, an uproar like a mountain roaring and a tsunami erupted in the venue.

"Senior Brother Yan Xigui... is dead... dead? He is a peerless evildoer among our core disciples of the Yuhua Sect, and there are very few who can compare with him. He is only one step away from being promoted to the realm of the Ancestral Immortal and becoming a Holy Son. How could he be killed by Yang Qi’s sword?”

"I don't believe that Senior Brother Yan has no power to resist in Yang Qi's hands! He can't even achieve Nirvana and rebirth! It's fake, this is definitely a fake!"

"Senior Brother Yan died under Chen Xin's Alaya sword! Yang Qi, you must have done it on purpose. You went too far..."

Each of the Yuhua Sect disciples couldn't believe it and kept yelling.

Many disciples had distorted and ferocious faces, glaring at Yang Xuanzhen fiercely, wanting to choose someone to devour.

If they were not weak in strength, they would definitely rush forward and attack in groups, eating Yang Xuanzhen's flesh and blood.

There were also some disciples who were paralyzed on the ground, as if they were mourning for their heirs. They seemed unable to accept the cruel reality that Yan Xigui was killed by Yang Xuanzhen.

In fact, what was even more unacceptable to the Yuhua Sect disciples was that Yan Xigui died under Alaya's sword.

This sword is the special magical power that Chen Xin has become famous for. He has been invincible in battles and can overcome challenges.

But now, Yang Xuanzhen used the Alaya sword that he had robbed from Chen Xin directly on Yan Xigui, killing him with one blow.

How ironic is this?
What a shame and humiliation?
Yang Xuanzhen clearly wanted to nakedly humiliate the Yuhua Sect!

They were all shouting happily just now, saying how powerful Yan Xigui was, how many times more powerful than Chen Xin, and that Yang Xuanzhen would definitely be defeated.

So Yang Xuanzhen held a grudge and deliberately cultivated Alaya's sword to a higher level than Chenxin in an instant, and then killed Yan Xigui with one sword, in order to let them know what a real evildoer is and what it means to be with him. Tao returned the favor and slapped their faces hard.

The viciousness of Yang Xuanzhen's heart is evident.

In fact, they all thought differently. Yang Xuanzhen did not intend to use Alaya's sword to kill Yan Xigui. He just got a new magical power and used it conveniently.

To kill ants like Yan Xigui and Chen Xin, no matter what method he uses, the effect will be the same.

Even the most ordinary weed can cut off the sun, moon and stars in his hands, cut through the yin and yang of creation, and sink a large state.

But everyone in the Yuhua Sect didn’t think so, especially the many elders in the Hall of Talents.

"That's unreasonable!"

Hua Zhonglong's old face was filled with an ashen color. He slapped the table over with his palm, broke the tea cup, and roared like thunder: "Zhang Dahai, I suspect that Yang Qi is not the core disciple of your Taiyi Sect, but a saint in the ancestral immortal realm. Son. Otherwise, how can you kill Yan Xigui with one blow? You must give me an explanation for this matter, otherwise you and Yang Qi will not be able to leave my Yuhua Gate!"

The Reverend Changmei stood with his two long eyebrows standing upright, his face full of anger, and loudly agreed: "Yes, Yang Qi was definitely used to cover up his true cultivation with secret methods! Taiyi Sect has such a despicable intention. What a good plan to kill my Yuhua Sect disciple! I suggest that this bet be canceled immediately and Zhang Dahai and Yang Qi be captured directly!"

"Take down Zhang Dahai and Yang Qi and hand them over to the execution hall for execution! Avenge Chen Xin and Yan Xigui!"

One after another, the elders of the Yuhua Sect stood up with a slap on the table, their eyes flashing with cold light, and they all released a powerful momentum to lock the Emperor Xian.

As long as Hua Yu on the throne gave the order, they would immediately suppress the Xian Emperor and then destroy Yang Xuanzhen outside the palace.

The atmosphere was tense.

Emperor Xian finally opened his eyes, glanced at the eagerly looking elders, and finally landed on Huazhong Long. He sneered and said: "Why, just two core disciples died, and you are so angry? You have only thirty king-level spiritual veins, you Yuhua Sect Can’t you afford to lose?”

"It's a joke. How can we, the Yuhua Sect, not be able to afford to lose? It's obviously your Taiyi Sect who used dirty tricks to plot against us, making this bet inherently unfair. We had no choice but to make this move."

The Emperor Xian's words hit Huazhong Long in a sore spot, and there was a hint of unnaturalness in his tone.

He was indeed furious.

Not only him, but also Lord Changmei and many elders present were furious.

Because they don't see any hope of winning in this bet.

Only then did Emperor Xian and Yang Xuanzhen have to be slapped with unwarranted hats, so that they could just throw the table over and quit.

My family knows their own affairs.

Yan Xigui is one of the strongest monsters among the core disciples of their Yuhua Sect.

None of the other monsters at the same level can surely defeat Yan Xigui.

But Yang Xuanzhen could easily kill Yan Xigui.

Yang Xuanzhen's strength is obvious to everyone, and he is probably not weaker than the newly promoted Ancestor Immortal.

Among the core disciples of their Yuhua Sect, who is still qualified to compete with Yang Xuanzhen?
Everyone knows the answer, there is none.

In this case, what is the point of continuing this gambling that is bound to lose?
Isn't this giving someone a chance to beat him in the face, and giving his core disciples a chance to kill him?
It would be better to just lift the table.

And there are two benefits.

One is that he can avenge Chen Xin and Yan Xigui, express the evil in his chest, and avoid the bet compensation of thirty king-level spiritual veins.

The second is to eliminate Yang Qi, a genius from the Taiyi Sect who is comparable to the reincarnation of a saint or even an emperor, and reduce a competitor for the disciples of the Yuhua Sect.

Emperor Xian took a sip of tea leisurely and ignored Huazhong Dragon. He turned to look at Hua Yu who was sinking like water on the main seat. He said with a half-smile but not a smile: "You are sure you want to fight me, don't be afraid of me, Taiyi Sect Headmaster." The Supreme Lord opens the domain gate and leads an army to attack the Yuhua Gate? If you still have any sense, you should take the initiative to admit defeat and offer thirty king-level spiritual veins as a bet."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the elders such as Huazhong Long and the Venerable Changmei became uncertain, and most of the anger in their hearts was extinguished.

The Taiyi Sect has a profound foundation. Not only are its disciples stronger than the disciples of the Yuhua Sect, but the top management is also quite united. The power of the sect is firmly controlled by the Disaster Emperor and the other four disciples of the Disaster.

Unlike their Yuhua Sect, the position of the head sect has been lost to someone else for nearly tens of millions of years, and a person from an outsider has taken it, causing the Hua family's status in the sect to decline significantly.

Even in these years, there are faint signs that the entire Yuhua Sect is not under the control of the Hua family.

At this juncture, if there was a full-scale war with the Taiyi Sect, everyone present knew that the Yuhua Sect would definitely lose more than it would win.

Even if the Hua family has certain connections in Heaven, it is impossible to truly defeat Taiyi Sect.

In the final analysis, there is a disaster god behind Taiyi Sect.

Hua Tianjun of their Yuhua Sect has long since disappeared, and his life and death are still unknown. "alright."

Hua Yu waved his hand to tell everyone to stop arguing, and said in a deep voice: "I have read it, Yang Qi is fine, he is indeed only in the Da Luo Jinxian realm. But Chen Xin and Yan Xi Gui are not as good as others, and they are dead. Even if we are dead, there is nothing to argue about. As for the war between the two factions, we are not qualified to make the decision, so let’s stop it. No one should mention it again. "

Huazhong Long was unwilling to accept this and urgently sent a message to Hua Yu: "Are we really going to admit defeat and give them thirty king-level spiritual veins?"

This is not a small amount, and it is impossible for ninety-nine percent of the immortals in the world to come up with it.

Only a semi-saint, or even a true saint (sage), can possess such wealth.

Hua Yu did not respond to Huazhong Dragon, but glanced at everyone on the left and right with confident eyes, and finally landed on Emperor Xian, smiling slightly: "Yang Qi is indeed powerful in battle, but our Yuhua Sect has not lost yet, and it may not be possible that we will lose later. ”

His voice is not loud, but it is sonorous and powerful.

"Now that you say so, let's wait and see."

The Emperor Xian smiled nonchalantly and began to focus on himself again with his eyes closed.

Hua Zhonglong and others were puzzled.

What does Hua Yu mean by this?

Could it be that among the core disciples of the Yuhua Sect, there are still monsters who can rival Yang Xuanzhen?

How come they don't know?
Hua Zhonglong deliberately asked Hua Yu, but received only a look of relief, so he had to suppress his irritation and wait quietly.

The hall fell into silence.

The disciples of the Yu Hua Sect in the square outside were still talking about each other and kept retreating away from Yang Xuanzhen.

Especially Yue Peng, who was the first to challenge Yang Xuanzhen, was now so frightened by Yang Xuanzhen's fierce power that he peed his pants and left the square as if he was running away.

Yang Xuanzhen mocked the disciples of Yuhua Sect several times, but no one dared to fight him.

He gradually lost patience.

He also discovered that there were many Saint Son-level figures hidden in the void, casting hostile glances at him, so he prepared to return to the Hall of Talents and follow the plan set by the Emperor Xian to inspire the elders of the Ascension Sect to join the thirty king-level spiritual veins. Basically, he raised the bet again and let him have a decisive battle with the Saint Son of the Ancestral Immortal level of the Yuhua Sect.

But just when Yang Xuanzhen turned around and was about to leave, there was a sudden silence between heaven and earth. It seemed as if some powerful being waved its sleeves and collected everyone's voices into the sleeves. Only a long and long chant could be heard.

"Immortal and 100-resilient pine that eliminates disasters."

This long chant is ethereal and ethereal, as if the supreme power can span the eternal river of time, carrying the words through the distant ancient times and making them drift to the present day.

"Who?"

Everyone was suddenly startled and suspicious, ignoring Yang Xuanzhen. They all looked up to where the sound came from, and saw that the sky seemed to have been hit hard by the hammer of the avenue, shaking continuously. Then white clouds gathered on a line and turned into a paintbrush. The brush moved through the air like a dragon and snake, instantly drawing a picture on the nine heavens.

Everyone looked intently, and the picture showed the scene of beautiful mountains and rivers and the vast starry sky.

None of this is important. What is important is that in the painting there is a young man in white clothes with his hands behind his back, his long hair floating behind him, no wind flying, and his body upright, like a green pine that is indomitable despite the heavy snow, standing proudly in the vastness. Between heaven and earth.

"Justice makes a hero appear in the sky."

Before the people below could scream in surprise, the young man in the painting once again opened his mouth and chanted loudly, and a sense of heroism arose spontaneously.

"Slaughter all the benevolent beings."

At this point, the young man's temperament changed and he became fierce and fierce, as if he was fighting countless disciples of the Taiyi Sect in a bloody battle, but no one was his enemy.

In the end, all the disciples of Taiyi Sect were slaughtered by him.

"A heavenly song shakes thousands of states!"

As soon as the young man said these words, the sky changed.

In a daze, everyone below seemed to see the shocking scene of thousands of states in the immortal world shaking together, and hundreds of millions of immortals calling out the young man's name.

"Who is this person and why is he so extraordinary?"

"He seems to be a Daluo Jinxian. Is there such a person among our core disciples of Yuhua Sect?"

Many Yuhua Sect disciples looked up at the sky with emotion, but all of them looked blank.

Even most of the core disciples don't know the young man in the painting.

"Could this person be from Tianwei Academy?" Yang Xuanzhen was also looking at the young man in the painting with strange eyes.

He did know that the young man in the painting should be a member of the Hua family and a bloodline of Hua Tianjun.

When he scanned the Ascension Heaven Kingdom before, he saw the existence of this person, who was practicing in seclusion at the time.

"Immortal eliminates disasters and hundreds of tough pines, righteousness shows up in the sky to show heroes, slaughters all the unkind people in the universe, and sings heavenly songs that shock thousands of states! He is senior brother Hua Tiange!"

An old core disciple recognized the identity of the young man in the painting and couldn't help but be surprised.

"But Senior Brother Hua Tiange, who is known as a true hero? It is rumored that the blood of Hua Tianjun in his body is extremely pure, and he is extremely talented. He is three points more powerful than the Immortal Body!"

"It is said that Senior Brother Hua Tiange has successfully practiced the immortal disaster-repelling method that no one has mastered for thousands of years. This method can restrain the various disaster powers of the Taiyi Sect. It is incredibly powerful!"

"Indeed, Senior Brother Hua Tiange once killed 398 core disciples of Taiyi Sect and one Holy Son, as well as countless true disciples in one catastrophe, and saved millions of disciples of our Yuhua Sect from water and fire. between."

"I remember five hundred years ago, Senior Brother Hua Tiange announced his retreat, but I didn't expect that he actually came out. He was able to kill a Saint of Taiyi Sect back then, and now he is even stronger. I don't think Yang Qi is still arrogant this time. Get arrogant!"

More and more disciples recognized Hua Tiange in the sky, and they all showed fanatical expressions.

At this moment, the Yuhua Sect disciples regained their confidence, held their heads high and held their chests high, and were no longer afraid of Yang Xuanzhen.

"Okay, it's nephew Tiange."

"Five hundred years have passed, but Tiange has not yet become an ancestor. If he does not become an ancestor, it is good, but if he does not become an ancestor, it is wonderful."

In the Hall of Talents, Hua Zhonglong completely turned his worries into joy, and laughed while caressing his beard.

Lord Changmei and other elders also had heartfelt smiles on their faces.

Hua Tiange is not only extremely powerful, capable of fighting against the ancestors, but he also practiced the immortal disaster-repelling method created by Hua Tianjun himself. He is simply Yang Xuanzhen's nemesis.

This time it was finally stable.

"Yang Qi, commit suicide."

Above the square, Hua Tiange looked down at Yang Xuanzhen, his tone was calm but firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

(End of this chapter)