Excalibur

Chapter 1859 Boy, you are in big trouble

Just as the disciple in front and the surrounding disciples were laughing, Yang Xiaotian suddenly grabbed the neck of the disciple in front with one hand, and then lifted him up from the ground like a duck.

The disciple was stunned and looked at Yang Xiaotian angrily. He punched Yang Xiaotian, trying to knock him away. However, as soon as he punched out, Yang Xiaotian caught his fist.

Then, Yang Xiaotian twisted his hand, and the disciple screamed miserably. His entire arm was twisted into a knot by Yang Xiaotian.

"You are looking for death!" the disciple roared, and his other hand madly attacked Yang Xiaotian's chest.

But as soon as he stretched out his other hand, it was also grabbed by Yang Xiaotian.

Yang Xiaotian's eyes were cold.

The disciple seemed to have guessed what Yang Xiaotian was going to do next. He was terrified and was about to speak when his other arm was also twisted into a knot by Yang Xiaotian.

His screams echoed around the burial pagoda.

The disciples around who had just been laughing suddenly stopped laughing. Everyone was shocked and looked at this scene in amazement.

The disciple whose arms were twisted into a knot shape by Yang Xiaotian was at the peak of the first level of Heavenly Saint.

But Yang Xiaotian is only a Great Sage mid-fifth level disciple!
If everyone hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed it was true.

A Great Saint in the middle stage of the fifth level can easily defeat a Heavenly Saint at the peak of the first level?
They had never heard of such fighting power.

Even the Buddha Zhentian who has just reached the sixth floor of the Burial Buddha Pagoda does not have such combat power!

Yang Xiaotian looked coldly at the disciple who was being pinched in the air by him and screaming miserably, and punched him directly in the middle of the opponent's crotch.

There was a sound like something breaking.

The disciple who screamed miserably made a sound like a pig being slaughtered.

Yang Xiaotian threw the other person out directly, and he hit a distant hill, knocking the hill away.

Seeing the miserable state of that disciple, many disciples couldn't help but tighten their legs.

Many disciples looked at Yang Xiaotian in surprise.

"Boy, you are in big trouble, do you know that? Do you know who he is?" In the distance, a disciple pointed angrily at the disciple whose arms were broken by Yang Xiaotian and then thrown away: "He is the son of Prince Feitian of the Golden Pestle Dynasty!"

"You are dead!"

The Golden Pestle Holy Dynasty is one of the top ten super powers in the Misty Continent.

Prince Feitian is also the strongest person under the command of the Holy Emperor of the Golden Pestle Dynasty.

If Prince Feitian knew that his son was seriously injured like this, he would definitely not let it go.

Yang Xiaotian glanced at the disciple, who was so scared that he hid in the crowd. Then, Yang Xiaotian looked at the second disciple who was blocking the way and said in a deep voice, "Get out of the way!"

The disciple standing in front of Yang Xiaotian was a Heavenly Saint of the Second Level. Under normal circumstances, a Great Saint of the Fifth Level like Yang Xiaotian would be a target for him to abuse at will, but at this moment, being stared at by Yang Xiaotian, he felt a chill.

However, at this moment, he was being stared at by all the disciples around him. If he was scared away by a disciple in the Great Saint Realm, and that got out, wouldn't he, the great Young Master Yan, be ridiculed?

His face looked uncertain.

Seeing that the disciple in front of him was still blocking him, Yang Xiaotian's face darkened and he took a step forward.

When Yan Shao saw Yang Xiaotian coming, he finally avoided him and stepped aside.

As he stepped aside, he could clearly hear the boos from the people around him.

Yang Xiaotian looked at the third disciple standing in front of him.

This disciple is at the third level of Heavenly Saint.

Those who dare to deliberately block the first-floor gate of the Burial Buddha Pagoda are all disciples of prominent backgrounds. When this disciple of the third level of Heavenly Saint saw Yang Xiaotian walking towards him, his eyes turned cold, with a bloodthirsty light flashing in his eyes: "Boy, I am not comparable to the son of Prince Feitian. If you dare to take another step forward, I will cripple you!" However, just as he finished speaking, suddenly, a figure flashed, and Yang Xiaotian had already come in front of him.

He was shocked to see that Yang Xiaotian had a huge golden tripod in his hand and was swinging it towards him.

"You're looking for death!" He roared, and his whole body was supported by holy power and Buddha power. A golden Buddha condensed behind him. However, just as he was about to make a move, Yang Xiaotian's golden giant tripod had already swung towards him.

Bah!
He only felt that his chest was hit by a terrifying heavy object.

The whole person was blown backwards like a meteor.

Boom!
The disciple who was at the third level of Heavenly Saint was thrown away by a tripod.

No unnecessary actions.

The disciple who was at the third level of Heavenly Saint fell beside the first disciple and fainted.

Yang Xiaotian didn't say any more words and continued walking towards the fourth disciple who was blocking the way.

The closer the disciples are to the Burial Buddha Pagoda, the stronger they are. The fourth disciple is at the peak of the third level of Heavenly Saint, but when he looked at Yang Xiaotian who was walking towards him holding the tripod, he was filled with fear and involuntarily stepped aside.

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There were a total of twenty-three disciples blocking the way ahead.

Yang Xiaotian continued to walk towards the fifth disciple.

The fifth disciple's expression changed from gloomy to bright, and he finally stepped aside.

It wasn't until the tenth disciple saw Yang Xiaotian coming, and without waiting for Yang Xiaotian to make a move, he roared angrily and punched Yang Xiaotian first: "I don't believe that I, a sixth-level Heavenly Saint, can't defeat you, a Great Saint!"

But just as he finished his words, Yang Xiaotian swung his giant tripod, destroying all the power of his fist and hitting him in the chest.

The tenth disciple of the sixth level of Heavenly Saint was also thrown flying and also fainted beside the two disciples in front of him.

Everyone gasped.

Even some Heavenly Saint seventh, eighth and even ninth level disciples who had previously looked down upon Yang Xiaotian changed their expressions.

Everyone looked at the huge tripod in Yang Xiaotian's hand.

At this time, anyone could see that the giant tripod in Yang Xiaotian's hand was extraordinary.

What kind of cauldron is this? In the hands of a Great Saint at the fifth level, it can actually blow away a Heavenly Saint at the sixth level!

Yang Xiaotian continued to move forward.

The disciples who were originally standing in front of them were frightened and retreated one after another.

Finally, Yang Xiaotian came to the 23rd disciple.

This disciple was at the peak of the ninth level of Heavenly Saint, and was also the last disciple standing before him.

The other person was very tall, with a broad back and strong arms, about three or four meters tall. Standing there, he gave people an extremely oppressive feeling.

He is none other than the famous Young Master of the Tiger Saint Valley in the Misty Continent.

The young master of the Tiger Valley has good talent, but he is not very knowledgeable about the Buddhist formations and restrictions. Before coming to the Burial Buddha Pagoda, he had studied it for several months, but he still could not fully understand the restrictions on the first-level gate.

The young master of Tiger Saint Valley stared down at Yang Xiaotian and said, "Put down the tripod in your hand and get out of here. Otherwise, I will slap you to death!"

Although Yang Xiaotian had previously used the tripod to swing a Heavenly Saint of the sixth level away, he still didn't believe that Yang Xiaotian, a Great Saint of the fifth level, could swing him, a Heavenly Saint of the ninth level.

Hearing that the young master of the Tiger Saint Valley took a fancy to the tripod in his hand and asked him to put it down and get out, Yang Xiaotian smiled coldly, activated his holy power, and the tripod in his hand burst out with unparalleled light.

(End of this chapter)