Excalibur

Chapter 494 Yang Xiaotian, do you dare to kill me?
Earth shakes.

Everyone stared in shock at this incomparably huge and golden Mandate of Heaven.

"What kind of destiny is this?!" Many disciples were shocked and unbelievable.

Just when everyone was shocked, suddenly, an incomparably huge and incomparably golden Destiny flew out again.

The same is 960 miles!

The two destiny coiled high above the sky, illuminating all corners of the Hundred Flowers Sect.

Du Mei looked at the huge and incomparable two destiny high in the sky, felt the terrifying and abnormal power, her pretty face changed drastically, and thought of a legend that she often heard recently, she trembled: "Hunyuan destiny! It's Hunyuan destiny!"

She looked at Yang Xiaotian and said in shock: "You are the God of Three Thousand Emperors Yang!"

"What, Three Thousand Emperor Yang God!"

"Master Yang Shen!"

All the disciples of Hundred Flowers Sect looked at Yang Xiaotian in shock.

Even the elder of the holy realm who attacked Yang Xiaotian was taken aback, my mother!This master is the Three Thousand Emperor Yang Shen? !
Now in the Cangshen Continent, who doesn't know the Three Thousand Emperor Yang God, who doesn't know the Three Thousand Emperor Yang God!

You don't need to know the name of the master of Cangshen Mansion, but you can't know the name of Young Master Yangshen, the Three Thousand Emperors. If you don't, you will be ridiculed by others!
This is the influence and prestige of the Three Thousand Emperor Yang God.

Just when everyone was shocked, suddenly, Yang Xiaotian's whole body was filled with dark light, and the supreme king's dark golden flame dragon flew out, and an aura like abyss and hell enveloped the world.

The figure of the Lord of the Abyss, which was huge and boundless, appeared in front of everyone.

Under the aura of the Lord of the Abyss, all the masters of the Hundred Flowers Sect fell to the ground.

Yang Xiaotian punched that holy elder.

The power of the Lord of the Abyss, the two Great Hunyuan Destiny, and the Eternal Divine Body roared out.

Bah!
The long sword of the holy elder was shattered inch by inch.

His whole body seemed to be hit by a terrifying force, and he was shot backwards like a meteor, smashing countless mountain peaks into the air.

Countless palaces collapsed.

The Lord of the Abyss, the two Great Primordial Mandates, and the power of the Eternal Divine Body blasted towards the end of the sky.

Wherever it passes, everything is turned into dust, everything is turned into the sand of time.

One punch!
The first-level powerhouse in the Holy Land was blown away!I don't know life or death!
The boundless power made all the experts in the Hundred Flowers Sect gasp.

Everyone looked at the dark golden flame dragon and the soul ring of the abyss lord in horror.

"The Supreme King!"

"A million-year soul ring!"

Hunyuan Destiny!

Eternal divine body!

Supreme King Martial Soul!

A million-year soul ring!
Everything is a myth!

And all these myths come from the 15-year-old boy in front of him, the God of Three Thousand Emperors!
Everyone was shocked.

Even Yao Penghui, who fought against the dark dragon, couldn't hide his surprise.

No matter how powerful an existence is, seeing the Lord of the Abyss with a million-year-old soul ring will terrify him.

There is no way, the power of the Lord of the Abyss has enveloped the Cangshen Continent for more than 100 million years.

Even Gang Xiong, facing an existence like the Lord of the Abyss, would retreat.

Knowing that the young man in front of him was Yang Shen, the Three Thousand Emperors, Yao Penghui had no intention of fighting any more, so he wanted to flee.

At this moment, suddenly, there was another loud bang.

Afterwards, a loud shout sounded: "I will come to help Young Master Yang Shen!"

Everyone looked around, only to see Deng Feng, the strongest patriarch of the Yinfeng Sect, leading the army of the Yinfeng Sect to arrive!
This time, almost all the masters of Yinfeng Sect came out in full force.

The army is mighty, perhaps tens of millions!

When the disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect saw the Yinfeng Sect army coming out in full force, their faces turned pale with fright.

Seeing that even Deng Feng had come, Yao Penghui was so frightened that he ran away.

However, how could the dark dragon give him a chance to escape? The dark power in his whole body stretched out like a giant umbrella, completely covering Yao Penghui in it.

In the dark world, the strength of the dark dragon surged again, and its fists blasted out, causing Yao Penghui to retreat steadily.

At this moment, suddenly, several figures from the Hundred Flowers Sect flew out of the air, and came to assassinate Yang Xiaotian in unison.

These figures are the ancestors of the tenth level of the Holy Realm under Yao Penghui's seat.

No matter how strong Yang Xiaotian's combat power is, with his strength at the second level of the Emperor Realm, it is impossible for him to be the opponent of the Patriarch of the Tenth Level of the Holy Realm.

Seeing that those tenth-level holy ancestors were about to hit Yang Xiaotian, suddenly, there was a bang, and the two ten thousand zhang iron chains turned into meteors, blasting those ancestors instantly.

The person who made the move was Tongxin Demon Ape.

I saw that the Yinfeng Sect and Tongxin Demon Ape had blasted through the formation of the Hundred Flowers Sect, rushing in like a tide.

"My lord, are you okay?" Tongxin Demon Ape came to Yang Xiaotian.

"It's okay." Yang Xiaotian shook his head.

"I've seen you, sir." Deng Feng and Yin Feng taught a group of ancient ancestors to come to Yang Xiaotian, and hurriedly bowed to salute: "I'm late, sir, forgive me."

"You don't need to be too polite." Yang Xiaotian shook his hands, and said, "You guys came at the right time, and you will control all the disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect who are related to Yao Penghui. If you dare to resist, kill them!"

Yang Xiaotian's words changed the faces of all the masters under Yao Penghui.

Immediately, all the masters of Yinfeng Sect rushed forward.

"Yang Xiaotian, don't go too far!" The Hundred Flowers Sword God stood up and glared, "This is a matter of my Hundred Flowers Sect, and it's not your turn to intervene with the Yinfeng Sect!"

"What about your Hundred Flowers Sect?" Yang Xiaotian's eyes were cold: "Yao Penghui took refuge in the Immortal God. As the head of the Hundred Flowers Sect, you not only ignored it, but also helped the evildoers. You must bear the blame!"

Hundred Flowers Sword God's face turned red and then pale.

"You said that our ancestors took refuge in the Immortal God of Death, is there evidence?" Yao Penghui's next ancestor said angrily.

"Evidence?" Yang Xiaotian sneered: "He practiced the Immemorial Dragon Art, that's the evidence! Because, the Immemorial Dragon Art was given to him by Immortal Death God and Corpse Demon."

"Yang Xiaotian, you're spitting blood!" Yao Penghui was still struggling for the last time, and said angrily, "I got this Immemorial Dragon Art from a cave of an ancient dragon clan powerhouse."

"Really." Yang Xiaotian was noncommittal.

Although Yao Penghui was powerful, he was still far behind Dark Dragon, the number one powerhouse in the Buddha Empire in ancient times.

In the end, he was captured by the dark dragon.

At the same time, all the disciples related to Yao Penghui were captured by Yinfeng Sect.

"Yang Xiaotian, do you dare to kill me?!" Yao Penghui laughed angrily: "I am the elder of Yuanlao Pavilion of Cangshen Mansion, how dare you kill me?"

Cangshen Mansion established a Yuanlao Pavilion, and Yao Penghui was one of the elders of Cangshen Mansion Yuanlao Pavilion.

According to the regulations of the Cangshen Mansion, only Cang Xiong, the master of the Cangshen Mansion and the Four Gods are qualified to deal with the elders of the Yuanlao Pavilion.

"Don't dare to kill you?" Yang Xiaotian walked towards Yao Penghui.

Yao Penghui laughed wildly: "That's right, only Lord Cangxiong, the Palace Master and the Four Gods can deal with me!"

"Really." Yang Xiaotian's face was calm, and suddenly there was a magic sword in his hand.

The instant this divine sword appeared, no matter it was Yao Penghui, the Goddess of Hundred Flowers, or Deng Feng, the strongest patriarch of the Yinfeng Sect, their expressions changed drastically.

"The sword of the gods!"

(End of this chapter)