Brother Zhetian Yang

Chapter 90 Killing Xu Yuan
"flaming Phenix!"

A phoenix flew out of the Lihuo God's furnace. Flames were steaming, magma was rolling, and countless flames were falling.

Ninety-nine and eighty-one streams of lava, like rivers, drooped down like waterfalls.

The sky filled with flames burned this bandit's den to ashes in an instant.

The molten rock on the mountain turned into red liquid and turned into magma, flowing everywhere.

A golden divine tower suddenly appeared, protecting Xu Yuan. This was a magic weapon that Xu Tianxiong personally refined to protect himself from this evil-doing grandson.

The golden tower emitted a golden light, covering Xu Yuan inside, suspended in the sky, and protecting Xu Yuan's body.

Now this kid's cultivation level is only the fifth level of Dao Palace. Without this treasure, he might have been turned into black ashes in the first half of the day.

His bodyguards just now included several masters of the Four Extremes Secret Realm. They had almost no resistance in front of the flames activated by Yang Xingchen, and were destroyed to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Xu Yuan's whole body was surrounded by divine light, and his palms shone with green light, shining like emerald divine jade.

"Bijin cracks empty hands!"

It's a pity that the repeated attacks were unable to hurt Yang Xingchen at all.

"Qilin Seal!"

A black light shone in front of Xu Yuan, and a black unicorn appeared, roaring and rushing towards Yang Xingchen.

Yang Xingchen gently took out the whip, and with a single wave, the black unicorn was smashed to pieces with a bang.

This Qilin Seal contained a wisp of Xu Yuan's spiritual thoughts. After the Qilin was shattered, his face turned pale in shock, his soul was about to burst, and he screamed repeatedly.

"Hand over whatever treasures you have with you, maybe it can save your life."

"This golden tower is already mine!"

"My grandfather is Xu Tianxiong, who ranks third among the thirteen most powerful bandits in the Northern Territory!"

"I know!"

"You know, you still dare to touch me? Stop now, I can prevent grandpa from pursuing this matter!"

"Things have already come to this point. Is it because Grandpa You has such a good temper? He is the third largest bandit with countless blood on his hands. Are you sure your grandpa will stop?" Yang Xingchen smiled.

"If you kill me, you won't survive. My elder brother Xu Heng will take action, and my grandfather will not sit idly by."

There was lava falling down like a waterfall everywhere. Yang Xingchen held the magic whip in hand and moved forward step by step.

Xu Yuan saw that there was no use in surrendering, his eyes flashed fiercely, he opened his mouth and spit out a rain of swords, one hundred and eight flying swords, the handles were crystal clear and extremely sharp, they looked like stars.

Yang Xingchen looked at this beautiful one hundred and eight flying swords. He wanted to smash them directly, but then he thought about it and wanted to put away the flying swords.

He waved his big hand, and the big handprint of stars that covered the sky and sun covered the one hundred and eight flying swords.

He raised his divine whip and tapped each flying sword lightly to kill the divine thoughts inside.

Xu Yuan let out screams and fell to the ground rolling. If it were not for the protection of the golden tower, he would have been burned to ashes.

This ancient golden pagoda was majestic and shimmering with divine light. Yang Xingchen whipped it with a whip, making Xu Yuan scream even harder.

Its material is not bad, and the Dao patterns on it are very complex. It is a five-story ancient pagoda with dragon patterns on each floor. It is simple and natural, exuding a Dao charm.

Considering how much Xu Tianxiong dotes on his grandson, this weapon is probably a powerful weapon.

Yang Xingchen thought that there seemed to be a trace of Xu Tianxiong's spiritual thoughts in this, and he was always on guard.

Thinking that his grandfather had killed many Taixuanmen disciples in the mining area of ​​Taixuanmen, he grabbed Xu Yuan and slapped him one after another. The beatings made him cry like a ghost and howl like a wolf, and all the bones in his body broke.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting, I'll give you whatever you want." Yang Xingchen waved his hand and fished out the white jade bottles one by one from his sea of ​​suffering and the secret realm of the Taoist Palace.

These white jade bottles are colorful and very dreamy. They are all pure sources and exotic sources. One of the bottles contains a bean-sized divine source.

Yang Xingchen made a rough estimate and found that there were five thousand kilograms of pure source. The grandson of a thief was quite fat.

Rumble.

The golden ancient tower shook violently, and a figure rushed out from inside. It looked like an old man, and it was Xu Tianxiong.

Obviously, when this old guy attacked Taixuanmen, he didn't even notice a little miscellaneous fish like Yang Xingchen. He politely said to Yang Xingchen: "This little friend, can you show mercy?"

"Can you let my grandson go?" Although Xu Tianxiong spoke politely, his face was expressionless and exuded a terrifying coercion.

"Grandpa, it's you, help me kill him!" Xu Yuan laughed happily.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Yang Xingchen's divine whip shook slightly, hitting a wisp of Xu Tianxiong's soul.

Cracks immediately appeared in Xu Tianxiong's wisp of soul, and it was the soul that was specifically targeted by the whip.

After leaving the Vulcan Furnace for a moment, the furnace mouth turned into a black hole, swallowing the golden ancient tower into the furnace wildly.

Xu Yuan was also admitted into the Lihuo Divine Furnace amidst his screams.

"What kind of treasure is this? It can actually kill the soul!" The old man had been sleeping in the golden ancient tower with a ray of spiritual thought. He had just woken up at this time, but he suffered a big loss when he met him.

Yang Xingchen swung his whip again, shattering his soul and turning it into a ball of light, which could no longer be condensed into a human form.

Then he swung his whip fiercely, and the brilliance completely disintegrated and turned into ashes.

Leaving the Vulcan Furnace, the furnace body turned over slightly, and a pile of fly ash was poured out, which belonged to these bandits. Even Xu Yuan turned into fly ash.

He took out the golden ancient pagoda and searched it carefully with his spiritual mind to make sure there were no remaining souls inside.

Then he continued to sketch with both hands, and continued to baptize it with starlight. After refining it, he put it away.

Yang Xingchen now has the magic whip on his body, so naturally he is not afraid of anyone's guessing, and he doesn't have to worry about being guessed.

But this golden ancient pagoda must either change its shape or be used with caution. If Xu Tianxiong finds out about it, he may be hunted down again.

As an old thief ranked above the Green Dragon King, his cultivation level can be said to be extremely powerful, and he can compete with those Holy Lords.

With Yang Xingchen's current cultivation level, if he is targeted, he will definitely die.

But in the context of the confrontation between Taixuanmen and the Northern Territory bandits, even if there was a problem, they would blame the leader, not Yang Xingchen.

After Yang Xingchen killed Xu Yuan, he quickly left here to prevent Xu Tianxiong from coming here to kill people after he noticed that his grandson was dead.

Yang Xingchen rushed towards Source City quickly, where there were transfer stations for teleportation arrays of major holy lands, through which one could rush to the Southern Region as quickly as possible.

Yang Xingchen reflected on this battle and felt that it was a bit rash.

Although Xu Yuan is not a good person, with his grandfather Xu Tianxiong as his backer, even if he commits murder and arson, there is nothing ordinary people can do against him.

Just snatching the dragon-patterned golden pagoda and several thousand kilograms of pure source from his hands seemed a bit unworthy.

But thinking about those Taixuanmen disciples who died makes Xu Tianxiong, an old thief, heartbroken. It is a thing worth doing anyway.

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