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

Song Tengfei roared wildly, his face pale as if all the blood in his body had been drained, leaving only disbelief all over his body.

During the time he entered the Ancient Ruins, he first found the Stone Tablet of the Gods and was promoted to a saint, and then he dealt with those fellow disciples who looked down on him. He was in high spirits and once again established his invincible self-confidence.

He firmly believed that he could definitely defeat Yang Xuanzhen.

I have even fantasized more than once about regaining my own honor and glory under the watchful eyes of the public.

Then, under Yang Xuanzhen's earnest pleading, he showed enough magnanimity to accept the other party regardless of past grudges, and made him his right-hand man, thus writing a beautiful story that was praised by everyone.

But the reality was so cruel, let alone defeating Yang Xuanzhen, in just a moment, he was thrown from heaven to dust by Yang Xuanzhen, never to be redeemed.

The most powerful map of 100,000 states and the realm of sainthood that he was so proud of seemed so ridiculous in front of Yang Xuanzhen and did not even play a fart role.

He is just a self-righteous clown who doesn't understand the huge gap between himself and Yang Xuanzhen, and he keeps jumping up and down.

Song Tengfei was devastated.

The people from various major forces on the square, such as the Gongyang Family, the Ouyang Family, the Nangong Family, the Dayi Sect, etc., were also horrified beyond words by Yang Xuanzhen.

"Am I seeing things? The Hundred Thousand Continents Map was designed by the Immortal King of Creation himself. There are exactly 100,000 of them, no more, no less. It contains the mysteries of creation and can borrow the power of the continents. How could it be annihilated into nothingness by Yang Xuanzhen's breath?"

"But this breath is too terrifying, isn't it? What kind of breath is it? Is it the breath of creation of the Immortal King of Creation? Or even the legendary breath of immortality?"

"It's not the breath of good fortune or immortality, it's just an ordinary breath. The reason why that breath is so magical is that Yang Xuanzhen's strength is extremely powerful, far exceeding that of Little Stone Emperor Song Tengfei!"

“Yes, although I cannot see through Yang Xuanzhen’s realm, the strength he has shown is definitely comparable to that of a peak saint!”

"Peak Saint, is this true? It's only been a few days since Yang Xuanzhen killed Zhao Leiting, and he has reached this level. He is even faster than the War King Tianjun back then. Is he still human?"

Exclamations of shock, gasps of shock, trembling speculations... rang out one after another, and the entire square was boiling.

"So strong!"

Muye Zhen and Huangfu Fei were also shocked. Looking at Yang Xuanzhen's towering, steady and heavy figure, they felt that he was invincible.

The two were arrogant and proud, their cultivation was the best of their time, and they were confident that they could defeat anyone of their generation, even the strong men of the older generation.

The two of them were determined to surpass the emperors of the same lifespan in the fairy world, and to take their own ancestor, the Heavenly Sovereign, as their lifelong goal. They were ambitious and motivated.

But after witnessing the methods displayed by Yang Xuanzhen today, both of them felt a sense of powerlessness.

Even though the two of them were reluctant to admit it, they had to admit that compared with Yang Xuanzhen, they were not on the same level as him.

They are comparable to Song Tengfei, both of whom are early-stage saints who have been promoted recently. With their own powerful trump cards, they can fight against mid-stage saints.

But Yang Xuanzhen is comparable to a supreme saint, and they are far from being his match.

"Haha, I knew that this scum Song Tengfei is no match for Senior Brother Yang!"

"Senior Brother Yang is mighty and may he live as long as the heavens!"

Han Jianxue, Zhang Niuzhi, Xu Muyun, Xia Zhiqiu... and many other saints of Taiyi Sect were also shocked and stunned for a moment, and then they cheered one by one.

Many Taiyi Sect disciples were so excited that their faces turned red and they were cheering with their arms raised.

Yang Xuanzhen demonstrated his absolute strength and defeated Song Tengfei, and they were the happiest.

Of course, there were also some people who were very unhappy, with terribly gloomy faces. They were Hua Zhentian and Zhu Chongyang, who were hiding in the dark, as well as Wan Xi'an.

The three of them first expressed their shock to each other, and then the other two urged Hua Zhentian to quickly communicate with the King of White Night Killers hidden in his body to punish Yang Xuanzhen, so as to avoid any more trouble.

Yang Xuanzhen's strength has completely exceeded their expectations, and both of them have a bad feeling in their hearts.

Hua Zhentian also had the same feeling in his heart, so he quickly agreed and began to communicate with the King of White Night Killers of the Ninghuang Palace.

A shocking murder is brewing.

In addition, those shady people in the square who had previously gloated over Yang Xuanzhen's misfortune were all frightened. They all shrank their necks and wanted to retreat, wanting to escape from that place, but they were afraid that they would make too much noise and be discovered by Yang Xuanzhen and be struck by lightning.

bang bang bang...

Yang Xuanzhen naturally knew of the existence of these people, and could even hear their secret telepathic communications clearly. So he waved his sleeves, screams rang out, and these people exploded into bloody mist like fireworks.

Even the more than eighty saints of the Ouyang family were not spared and all died on the spot.

Seeing this scene, the saints from the remaining major forces in the square all felt threatened, but did not dare to act rashly.

Especially the saint sons of the Huangfu family and the Muye family, all of them had tense faces, as if facing a powerful enemy, guarding against Yang Xuanzhen's sudden attack.

They had previously confronted the Saint Son of Taiyi Sect led by Song Tengfei, so Yang Xuan had reason to deal with them.

Fortunately, to everyone's relief, Yang Xuanzhen ignored them for the time being and walked up to Song Tengfei, who was still doubting his life.

"You...what are you going to do? I am the youngest member of the Song family who is most valued by Emperor Song. You can't kill me!" Song Tengfei kept retreating, looking fierce on the outside but weak on the inside.

Yang Xuanzhen said nothing. He raised his hand and slapped Song Tengfei on the top of his head, sending a stream of copper-like flame into his body.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

As soon as the copper flame entered the body, it ignited every inch of Song Tengfei's flesh and blood like a candle. An intense pain spread throughout Song Tengfei's body, causing him to twitch wildly in pain, as if he was being cut into pieces.

"It hurts, it hurts so much, Senior Brother Yang, I surrender, I really surrender, I am willing to submit to you, from now on if you tell me to go east, I will never dare to go west...ah...ah...please don't torture me anymore..."

"Kill me, kill me now..."

Song Tengfei was wailing miserably like a pig being slaughtered. Every part of his flesh and blood was burning from the inside out, making a crackling sound, just like a torch.

He was in so much pain that he fell to the ground and struggled frantically. His face was distorted, his body was deformed, and he rolled on the ground. He would rather die than endure such pain any longer.

"Noisy."

Yang Xuanzhen had a cold expression on his face, and a point of spiritual light shot out from his fingertips and injected into the crown of Song Tengfei's head.

Song Tengfei suddenly became a mute, unable to even transmit his spiritual thoughts. He could only make a shrill "woooo" sound from his throat, like a trapped beast on the verge of death crying in despair.

"hiss…"

Seeing this scene, not only the saints of the major forces felt a chill all over their bodies, but even the people of Taiyi Sect couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.

Yang Xuanzhen was so cruel that he burned Song Tengfei with a terrible flame but did not even allow him to scream.

Song Tengfei is so miserable.

Horrible!

"When I was in the main hall, who told me, the Taiyi Sect disciples, to get out?"

Yang Xuanzhen no longer paid attention to Song Tengfei and let him roll around. Instead, he brought up the old topic again and scanned the entire audience with a gaze as sharp as a knife.

Everyone was silent, lowered their heads, and did not dare to look directly into Yang Xuanzhen's eyes.

Many people dared not even breathe.

The needle drop can be heard in the field.

"Senior Brother Yang, it's him, Huangfu Lingfeng!"

Zhang Niuzhi walked to the side of Yang Xuanzhen and pointed at a young man among the saints of the Huangfu family. He was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with slightly thin lips and a hint of meanness.

When the young man saw Zhang Niuzhi pointing at him, he shuddered and hurriedly explained: "I didn't mean it, I just said something wrong..."

boom!
Yang Xuanzhen stretched out his big hand and slapped the boy in the air, hitting him right on the crown of his head. The boy exploded like a watermelon, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, splattering the blood all over the several saints of the Huangfu family around him.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, can you please give me a favor..." Huangfu Fei's voice of dissuasion came belatedly.

"If you dare to talk nonsense to me again, you will die." Yang Xuanzhen glanced at Huangfu Fei indifferently.

"..."

Huangfu Fei was speechless, with anger surging in his eyes. He wanted to explode many times, but in the end he forced himself to hold it back.

He was not sure of fighting against Yang Xuanzhen. "Yang Xuanzhen, you are so cruel and insane to kill the holy son of my Huangfu family. You are not tolerated by the Heavenly Court! I will report you to the Heavenly Court and make you pay with blood!" A holy woman of the Huangfu family, her face covered with Huangfu Lingfeng's blood, pointed at Yang Xuanzhen and screamed.

"Senior Brother Yang, this girl is Huangfu Lingfeng's biological sister, Huangfu Jiaren." Zhang Niuzhi spoke again.

boom!
Yang Xuanzhen's eyes fell on Huangfu Jiaren and he slapped her from a distance. The woman's beautiful head exploded, her soul was destroyed, and she died.

"Yang Xuanzhen, do you want to provoke Taiyi Sect to go to war with my Huangfu Family?"

"For so many years, no one has dared to bully my Huangfu family like this! I will report this to my ancestors and have them personally kill you!"

“Yes, the ancestor is the Supreme Lord, and he can kill Yang Xuanzhen a trillion times with just one thought!”

Another five or six saints were so angry that they glared at Yang Xuanzhen and roared in indignation, wishing they could rush up and bite him to death.

"The ancestor of your Huangfu family is just a magic weapon. Sooner or later he will be enslaved. Why should I care about him?" Yang Xuanzhen looked disdainful and did not take Huangfu Bi'an seriously at all.

"Ah, you're looking for death!"

"Kill, kill Yang Xuanzhen now!"

"Even if I die, I will splatter his blood!"

All the holy sons of the Huangfu family were completely enraged by Yang Xuanzhen.

Yang Xuanzhen actually humiliated their ancestor Huangfu Bian, whom they worshipped as a god. No one could swallow this anger.

"A bunch of rubbish want to kill me?"

Yang Xuanzhen sneered disdainfully, and with a flash of his body, he came directly to the center of the holy sons of the Huangfu family.

Puff puff puff…

"Ah, Huangfu Fei, save me!"

"Yang Xuanzhen, you will not die well..."

"Huangfu Fei, why don't you stop him..."

Yang Xuanzhen was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. He slapped with his big hands repeatedly, and in an instant, hundreds of saints of the Huangfu family were beaten into meat patties and refined them all.

Huangfu Fei was the only one left in the Huangfu family's team.

"Too brutal, let's retreat quickly, or we might die here."

"He is no longer a human being, but a murderer..."

People in the camps of all major forces were screaming in terror.

Makino Shinya was chilled by Yang Xuanzhen's ruthlessness, but at the same time he was somewhat fortunate that no one in his family had offended Yang Xuanzhen.

Especially Sun Shihua, Daoxu Shengzi, Xu Bingqing and others from Yuhua Sect, they were all frightened and turned pale, and fled into the distance in a hurry.

This was the second time they saw Yang Xuanzhen killing people. The first time was in front of the Talent Hall of their Yuhua Sect.

On that day, Yang Xuanzhen single-handedly killed more than 20 saints of Yuhua Sect and beat them into meat patties.

Today they saw the same scene again, which was even more cruel and violent than before. How could they not be afraid?
In fact, they were all overthinking it. Yang Xuanzhen was not a real murderer and would not kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Yang Xuanzhen looked at Huangfu Fei and asked, "I humiliated your ancestor Huangfu Bian and killed so many saints of your Huangfu family. Why are you indifferent?"

Huangfu Fei's face turned blue and white, and his fists clenched and unclenched, and it was obvious that he was extremely uneasy.

"He who knows the current situation is a hero." Huangfu Fei sighed, bowed to Yang Xuanzhen, and said in a hoarse voice: "I admit defeat."

He turned around and walked step by step in the opposite direction of the Main Hall. Each step was very difficult, as if he had used up all the strength in his body.

"Hero? You are so weak, how can you be called a hero?" Yang Xuanzhen shook his head: "You are such a spineless thing, you have brought shame to Huangfu Bian. You will be a waste even if you go back. Kneel down, let me be a good person and clean up the mess for Huangfu Bian."

Huangfu Fei suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned around to face Yang Xuanzhen, and said through gritted teeth: "This is too much!"

He was born the most dazzling genius in the Pure Land of China. He could master any magical power at a glance and become a master at once. People called him the Martial Tyrant.

He is worthy of the title of Martial Overlord.

He can kill Xuanxian when he is at the Heavenly Immortal realm, and after achieving Xuanxian, he can even kill Daluo Jinxian.

Eighteen thousand six hundred years have passed since then. He has survived the catastrophe and finally reached the realm of saint.

But it was the first time in his life that he was humiliated like this.

Endless shame turned into flames, burning fiercely in his heart. This was the flame of anger.

People and gods are outraged!

Boom!

Huangfu Fei's whole body burst out with tremendous momentum, like a peerless demon king descending to the earth, eclipsing the heaven and earth. He raised his fist and struck at Yang Xuanzhen in the air.

All the scenery between heaven and earth disappeared, leaving only him and his peerless magic fist!

The name of this boxing style is infuriating to both humans and gods!

As soon as it was used, everyone immediately felt themselves being repelled by the vast force of heaven and earth.

Heaven, earth, humans, gods, ghosts... countless beings were lashing at him angrily, and he seemed to have become the enemy of all powerful beings.

"Hiss, what a horrible punch! I feel like my soul is going to be annihilated!"

"This seems to be a move from the Zhongyong Fist, the supreme martial art of Confucianism many epochs ago? It is said that this fist is divided into two sets, positive and negative. Huangfu Fei's set should be the negative side, which can occupy the moral high ground and torture the enemy from the aspects of mind, intellect, etc., causing people to collapse and die."

"The Divine Fist of Dominance? It is said that the positive side of this fist is more powerful. If you combine the positive and negative sides and turn them into moderation, you can always stay in the middle and be in an immortal state. Your noble spirit will last forever. It is a legendary Immortal King's unique skill!"

"What? The Immortal King's secret technique is so powerful? Can Yang Xuanzhen block Huangfu Fei's punch?"

“It’s hard to say…”

Many onlookers who had retreated to the horizon were shocked again when they saw Huangfu Fei's sudden outburst.

Even Muye Zhen, who was as famous as Huangfu Fei, looked solemn.

"Good boxing skills."

Yang Xuanzhen nodded and slapped him casually, as if slapping a fly, hitting Huangfu Fei's Zhongyong Divine Fist right in the middle, turning the man into a bloody meat pie and burning him with flames.

"Ah... Yang Xuanzhen, I will never let you go in my next life, or in the next life after that..." Huangfu Fei's flesh and blood and soul were burned by the flames, causing him to roar miserably.

Gudong!

Everyone couldn't help swallowing.

"Well, that's..."

Seeing that Huangfu Fei had no power to resist in Yang Xuanzhen's hands and was about to be refined, Muye Zhen felt sympathetic. Suddenly, his pupils shrank sharply, as if he saw something terrible.

Not only him, many people's eyes widened.

Even Song Tengfei, who was rolling on the ground, stopped whimpering, forgot the pain, and his eyes were full of fear.

Because a shadow appeared behind Yang Xuanzhen.

The shadow held a pitch-black sickle that reaped souls, as silent as the god of death, and his two eyes, like dim lights, revealed endless evil intent.

The shadow's face was shrouded in mist, and everyone could only vaguely see that he was a man, but they still recognized him at once. This was the feared King of the White Night Killers of the Ninghuang Palace!
The King of White Night Assassins took advantage of the time when Yang Xuanzhen was refining Huangfu Fei to lurk close, intending to deliver a fatal blow!
Han Jianxue, Zhang Niuzhi, Xu Muyun... and others wanted to scream to warn Yang Xuanzhen, but they couldn't open their mouths and couldn't make any sound.

The King of White Night Killers swung his sickle and aimed it at Yang Xuanzhen's neck.

A close call!
(End of this chapter)