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

In mid-air, Hua Tiange stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering, looking indescribably elegant.

As soon as he told Yang Xuanzhen to commit suicide, the eyes of all the disciples and elders in the Hall of Talents all turned to Yang Xuanzhen, either jokingly or playfully, wanting to see how he would deal with Hua Tiange. Strong.

Not only these people, but also a group of young men and women standing in the sky above the endless sky, looking down at Yang Xuanzhen below.

There are about thirty or forty people in this group of young men and women, and they are divided into several small groups, each of which is distinct from another.

They are the Saint Son and Saint Lady of the Yuhua Sect.

Previously, they also received the information from the disciple token.

This kind of incident of disciples from other factions coming to challenge each other has happened occasionally in the past, so it's not surprising.

Moreover, it is only a competition between core disciples. To the ancestors, it is no different from children playing house.

So the saints just laughed.

It wasn't until Yang Xuanzhen killed Yan Xigui with one sword, causing an uproar in the door, that they attracted their attention and came to check.

A man with an easy-going face and elegant demeanor said, "What do you think of Yang Qi?"

The man who spoke was named Sun Shihua. He was the reincarnation of a saint who entered Taoism through painting. He seemed to be quite authoritative. There were seven or eight saints gathered around him, headed by him.

A woman with skin like snow, facial features like jade, and as cold as ice said indifferently: "Since Yang Qi can kill Yan Xigui, his combat power may be comparable to that of an ordinary ancestor. He is either an immortal body or the reincarnation of a saint."

She changed the subject: "The Heavenly Court is about to open the Ancient Ruins and summon disciples from all major forces to participate in the bloody trial. If Yang Qi can be promoted to the Ancestral Immortal Realm before the Ancient Ruins opens, it may pose a certain threat to us. ”

This woman's name is Xu Bingqing, and she has the ancient veins of Aoxue, similar to the immortal bodies of Han Jianxue and Xu Muyun.

Xu Bingqing was also surrounded by seven or eight saints, all of whom were graceful and graceful, but not as many as her. They made her look like a proud peacock.

In another small group, the young man in black robes at the head did not hide his disdain: "Threat? Junior Sister Xu, this is wrong. In seven days, the Heavenly Court will open the Ancient Ruins and let me go in for the trial. Then Yang Qi How can you be promoted to the Ancestral Immortal Realm in such a short period of time?”

The young man in black who spoke had a high nose and lips as thin as a razor blade. There were more than a dozen saints around him.

This person is Chen Zhenghua, who is known as the "Holy Son of the Heart Emperor". He is famous among the disciples of the Yuhua Sect and is considered to be at the top of the world. His status is only lower than the three giant saints, Zhu Chongyang, Wan Xi'an, and Hua Zhentian.

Xu Bingqing frowned slightly when she heard this. Just when she was about to say that Yang Xuanzhen might not be as simple as he seemed, a young man in green clothes beside Chen Zhenghua, the Holy Son of the Heart Emperor, spoke first: "Senior Brother Chen is right. What's more, Yang Qi is also now If you can't pass the level of Hua Tiange, you will die soon. You can only be promoted to the Ancestral Immortal in the next life. Participating in the Blood Trial is just an empty talk. "

Another holy son gloated: "Yan Xigui is the son of the Yan family. The strength of this family is not much weaker than our Yuhua sect. Just now I saw that when Yan Xigui was killed by Yang Qi, he brought him from the Yan family The old servant who came was delivering a message, probably informing the Yan family of the bad news of Yan Xigui's death. I believe that the masters of the Yan family would arrive soon, so even if Yang Qi was lucky enough to save his life among the Huatian singers, he would not be able to escape the Yan family. Master revenge."

Hearing the words of the two saints beside him, Chen Zhenghua, the Holy Son of Heart Emperor, had even more disdain in his eyes. He was about to say a few more words that Yang Xuanzhen was dead no matter what, but he was stopped by a saint in a crimson robe in the distance. Interrupted directly: "What if Yang Qi doesn't die?"

"How could Yang Qi not die in this situation? If he doesn't die, I, Chen Zhenghua, will personally take his life." The Holy Son of the Heart Emperor gave a cold look to the Holy Son named Dao Xu who was wearing a crimson Taoist robe.

Holy Son Daoxu was a tough guy. He looked at Holy Son Heart Emperor from a distance and said reluctantly: "What if you take action and Yang Qi still survives?"

The Heart Emperor's eyes were gloomy, and he said word by word: "You bastard, who gave you the courage to question my strength?"

"Why don't you go eat shit?" Saint Dao Xu rolled his eyes and said something that shocked everyone.

"What did you say?" The Holy Son of the Heart Emperor was stunned, almost thinking that there was something wrong with his ears.

Sun Shihua, Xu Bingqing and many other saints were also stunned. They did not expect that the saint Dao Xu, a great ancestor and a prodigy, would say such vulgar words.

"I said, you should taste the shit and wake up." Holy Son Daoxu looked serious, as if he was sincerely giving advice to Holy Son Heart Emperor.

"you wanna die!"

The Holy Son of the Heart Emperor was furious, and the sky above his head suddenly changed, and countless colorful divine lights appeared. The various divine lights were in the shape of a heart, like heavy snow floating in the sky, and shrouded the Holy Son of Daoxu.

"Okay, why hurt the friendship between the same disciples over a trivial matter? Let's see how Yang Qi responds to Hua Tiange." Sun Shihua stepped forward and stood in front of Holy Son Daoxu.

With a wave of his sleeve, a trace of Wushang Dao streaked across, like a divine dragon wagging its tail, directly neutralizing the attack of the Holy Son of the Heart Emperor.

"Sooner or later, he will bring trouble out of his mouth. Let's see how long you can protect him." The Holy Son of the Heart Emperor snorted coldly. A trace of fear flashed in his eyes when he looked at Sun Shihua, and then he calmed down his aura.

The exchanges between many saints and saints were only in the blink of an eye. In the square below, Yang Xuanzhen looked at Hua Tiange with his eyes of dominion, and then started to "take action" without any intention of talking nonsense with him.

He condensed a wheel of destiny in his body, controlled the wheel to rotate slightly, and at the same time said: "Fall, deprived."

The voice of these four words was very low, and the mouth did not move, as if it was recited silently in the heart. No one present could hear it, and no one could see anything unusual. They just thought that Yang Xuanzhen was stunned by Hua Tiange's peerless grace and lost his mind. , stunned on the spot.

Seeing this scene, all Yuhua Sect disciples and elders showed cheerful smiles on their faces.

However, Hua Tiange above heard the four words "fall, deprivation".

The sound was so loud that it was as deafening as thunder in the sky, making his head buzz.

Then everyone saw a horrified expression on Hua Tiange's face. His whole body seemed to have been hit hard by something terrifying, his body trembled violently, and he fell down like a kite with its string broken.

In everyone's stunned eyes, Hua Tiange fell to Yang Xuanzhen's feet with a "bang", falling backwards and sending up a cloud of smoke and dust.

Such a scene is like a high-altitude crane suddenly falling into the mud and becoming a drowned rat. It is so embarrassed that it touches everyone's heartstrings and is even more unbelievable.

"what?"

"How could Senior Brother Hua Tiange fall from the sky? He is a being who can kill ancestors and is known as a true hero!"

Many disciples of the Yuhua Sect were dumbfounded, their eyes widened as they stared blankly at Hua Tiange, who was lying on the ground with his legs in the air, like a toad.

Is this toad on the ground the same senior brother Hua Tiange who was so high-spirited and arrogant before and threatened to have Yang Xuanzhen commit suicide?
"what happened?"

"I just saw it very clearly. Yang Qi didn't make a move, and there was no mana fluctuation on his body. Why did Hua Tiange fall from the sky?"

Sun Shihua, Xu Bingqing, Holy Son Xin Huang, Holy Son Dao Xu and others were shocked and did not understand what happened at all.

Hua Tiange was standing fine in the air, but why did he suddenly fall down for no apparent reason and fall into such an awkward position?
Could it be that Hua Tiange's tibia was stiff because he had been in seclusion for too long, and he lost his footing and fell?

In other words, Hua Tiange went crazy and suddenly lost his temper.

If not, how to explain it?

All the saints and saints couldn’t figure it out.

"Is it a curse?"

The elders such as Hua Yu, Hua Zhonglong, Long Eyebrow and other elders in the Hall of Talents also didn't understand. They all stood up suddenly and stared at Yang Xuanzhen who looked calm and calm outside the hall.

"Xuanzhen has displayed another strange magical power?" Emperor Xian also opened his eyes from closing his eyes to rest, and looked at Yang Xuanzhen, thinking and guessing in his heart.

As the Supreme Immortal Emperor, he had the highest cultivation level among all the people present, and no one noticed any abnormality from Yang Xuanzhen.

It was as if Hua Tiange was destined to fall like this, and no one could stop or change it. boom!
Yang Xuanzhen ignored everyone's shock and confusion, raised his foot and stepped on Hua Tiange's angular face, swaying from side to side, rubbing and crushing him again and again, causing his cheek to collapse and the corners of his mouth to bleed.

Let you show off!
Hua Tiange felt the burning pain and finally woke up from the fall. His eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. He stared sideways at the soles of Yang Xuanzhen's feet and asked with trembling lips: "You...you...what on earth did you do to me?" ?”

He couldn't care less about the humiliation of having his face stepped on by Yang Xuanzhen in public. He also forgot about his situation, and his mind was filled with doubts and fears.

Because just when Yang Xuanzhen read the word "deprivation", he had been practicing hard for many years, and the method of immortality and disaster relief that he had always been proud of suddenly disappeared, as if he had never practiced it before.

This horrific result made Hua Tiange extremely horrified and eager to know why this happened and whether it was Yang Xuanzhen's fault.

Yang Xuanzhen did not respond to Hua Tiange's meaning, but raised his foot and stomped heavily on him.

"Yang Qi, save Tiange's nephew's life!" The anxious roar of Huazhong Dragon came from the Hall of Talents, causing the heaven and earth to roar.

Yang Xuanzhen heard it like a dog barking, and without saying a word, he still stepped down.

He even increased the force, and in Hua Tiange's frightened eyes, he trampled his whole body into nothingness, leaving not even a hair on his body.

A generation of powerful Yuhuamen Tianjiao, the owner of Hua Tianjun's bloodline, died.

Seeing this, all the disciples of the Yu Hua Sect felt a chill rising up their backs and straight towards the Tianling Cap.

"Yang Qi, I will destroy your whole family!" Huazhong Long's vicious roar came from the hall.

"Why, your Yuhua Sect can't afford to lose?" Emperor Xian's calm voice sounded.

"I don't care whether I win or lose. Anyone who dares to kill a member of my Hua family will have to pay the price of the death of his whole family!" Hua Zhonglong's tone contained endless murderous intent, causing countless disciples in the square to remain silent.

"Shut up!" Hua Yu's old voice suddenly sounded, shouting to stop Huazhong Long.

silence.

No one spoke anymore in the hall.

The space between heaven and earth was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

After a long time, Hua Yu's old and difficult sigh sounded, breaking the death-like silence: "Zhang Dahai, Yang Qi, I, the Yuhua Sect, will admit defeat in this bet."

Hearing this, Yang Xuanzhen curled up his lips, turned around, and walked towards the Hall of Talents step by step.

The surrounding Yuhua Sect disciples dispersed one by one to make way for Yang Xuanzhen. They all had complex expressions on their faces, including anger, resentment, shame, and unwillingness.

They Yuhuamen were defeated.

When Yang Xuanzhen came to the Hall of Talents, he saw Hua Yu, a short old man, still sitting on the main seat, but his back was stooped and his head was drooped, making it difficult to see the expression on his face.

Huazhong Long stared directly at Yang Xuanzhen's face with vicious eyes, obviously hating him for killing Hua Tiange.

The expressions on the faces of Lord Changmei and other Yuhua Sect elders were much more ugly.

Yang Xuanzhen ignored Huazhong Dragon and nodded towards the Xian Emperor. Then he looked at Hua Yu and smiled slightly: "Since the Yuhua Sect admits defeat, then you should give me the thirty king-level spiritual veins, right?"

"Okay." Hua Yu slowly raised his head.

His face was criss-crossed with ravines, and he looked much older than before, as if he had suffered a huge blow.

Crash.

Dragon-like king-level spiritual veins flew out from Hua Yu's body, no more, no less, exactly thirty, all of which entered Yang Xuanzhen's sleeves.

These king-level spiritual veins were directly integrated into his body and refined into majestic life essence, which was injected into the bodies of dragon elephants.

The Dragon Elephant begins to transform into the Yuan Elephant.

The power of four million Yuan Xiang.

The power of six million Yuan Xiang...

In just an instant, the number of Yuan Xiang in Yang Xuanzhen's body reached ten million.

And it is still transforming.

His strength was rising steadily, as if it would never stop.

"The gambling is over, you can go." Hua Yu said goodbye, his tone neither happy nor sad.

The wise emperor is about to get up.

Yang Xuanzhen suddenly said: "Let's go, why are you leaving?"

Hua Zhonglong said in a hoarse voice: "What do you mean?"

"It's very simple. I also want to challenge you, the Holy Son of the Yuhua Sect." Yang Xuanzhen looked arrogant.

Emperor Xian's expression changed, and he quickly took hold of Yang Xuanzan's arm and whispered, "Yang Qi, don't be ridiculous. Although you can defeat ordinary ancestors, you are still far from facing a person at the level of the Holy Son."

"Haha, the core disciples of the Yuhua Sect are so unbearable, how strong can the Holy Son be? What should I fear?" Yang Xuanzhen broke away from the Emperor Xian, raised his head high, with majestic horns, as if he had won three games in a row, and was confident Extremely swollen.

"You kid, why don't you understand that the sky is high and the earth is high?" Emperor Xian was so angry that he stamped his feet and forcibly pulled Yang Xuanzhen out.

"Wait a minute!" Huazhong Long leaped up and stood in front of the two of them, saying sullenly: "Yang Qi, are you sure you want to challenge the Holy Son of our faction?"

Emperor Xian pulled Yang Xuanzhen away from Huazhong Dragon and said eagerly: "Yang Qi is just a child, and his words are unbridled."

"I'm asking about Yang Qi." Hua Zhonglong stood in front of the two of them again, staring at Yang Xuanzhen like a hungry wolf.

Seeing this scene, Hua Yu, who was in the main seat, frowned and was about to ask Huazhong Dragon to come back.

Yang Xuanzhen was the first to shout loudly: "Elder Zhang, the Yuhua Sect has bullied us, what are we afraid of them doing? But the bet just now is over, and there cannot be no new bets."

"Boy, as long as you can defeat me, the Holy Son of the Yuhua Sect, I will give you thirty more king-level spiritual veins!" A sharp female voice suddenly fell from the sky, but no one could be seen.

"I'm waiting to meet Patriarch Hui Sheng!"

As soon as the elders such as Huazhong Long and Changmei Venerable heard this female voice, they no longer cared about Yang Xuanzhen and all saluted towards the dome of the hall.

Hua Yu opened his mouth, finally swallowed his words, stood up, and bowed.

(End of this chapter)