Cultivator In Martial God World

It was an extremely cold feeling. It was as uncomfortable as someone was in a sleep when someone suddenly untied the quilt and poured a bucket of dirty cold water.

Yang Xuan divine sense instantly alarms loudly, the whole body is straight and the hair is erect, and there are goose bumps.

Chen Yuanxi screamed, shouted: "Hurry up!"

Yang Xuan still hesitated, but was hit by Chen Yuanxi’s soul fiercely, and was caught off guard. Fly away in the direction of exit.

next moment, a slender, cold will clings to it in an instant, directly invading Yang Xuan's meaning of Sea of ​​Consciousness.

Yang Xuan was shocked. This cold will was like a river of water, and it was fundamentally unstoppable. He instantly washed his divine sense to pieces, and he was unstoppable.

This has nothing to do with your own strength. Simply is a contest on the Spiritual Plane. Unfortunately, Yang Xuan is the loser.

At the critical moment, Yang Xuan's heart was calm as water, and the divine sense was concentrated at one point in an instant. After a short pause, it suddenly exploded.

This in an instant, the entire consciousness void bursts out ten thousand zhang rays of light as if the universe first opened, illuminating everything.

The cold will paused for a moment under the rays of light.

Taking advantage of this effort, Yang Xuan immediately retracted the divine sense into his body, and at the same time placed layers of barriers behind him to block the pursuit of the cold will.

boom~ boom~ boom~!

Just at the next moment when he placed the barrier, the cold will rushed like a sharp arrow, penetrated all the barriers, and directly pierced Yang Xuan's eyebrows.

Yang Xuan's mind was shaken, his palms folded instantly, and then opened.

Life and Death Power erupted instantly, exploding the void in front of you into a colorful cavity within one thousandth of a second.

The cold will has no time to react, and instantly sinks into the cavity.

"Close!" Yang Xuan shouted, his palms closed immediately.

The colorful cavity recovered with his palm, engulfing the soil of will.

All around recovering as before, the strong wind from the prairie blew Yang Xuan's clothes and hunting, but it was difficult to blow away his icy face.

At the other end of his sight, Chen Yuanxi, who had been standing still, suddenly showed a smile on her face and spoke.

next moment, he just collapsed layer by layer, turned into flying ash, and disappeared without a trace when he was blown by the wind.

There is a faint singing voice between Heaven and Earth, and the tune is beautiful, gurgling like a flowing stream.

Yang Xuan knew that it was Chen Yuanxi's last voice, and it might also be the most beautiful voice in his memory.

The sound of the tune disappeared, flying with the wind.

Chen Yuanxi is dead.

He finally died.

This death is a real death. From then on, there is no such person as Chen Yuanxi in Heaven and Earth.

Yang Xuan doesn't know if this is luck or misfortune for Chen Yuanxi. He only knows that Lin Qingyao must be thinking of Chen Yuanxi before he leaves.

Took a deep breath, Yang Xuan's eyes gradually became firm.

Although Chen Yuanxi said something in the future, she lip-synched to tell him something: Go to the heart of the universe.

Heart of the universe!

It seems that all mysteries will not be answered until he enters the heart of the universe.

But before that, he has one more thing to do.

Yang Xuan has a sneer at the corner of his mouth, his figure is fuzzy, and when he is clearer, he has already reached the towering mountain.

Cloud God Mountain, Cloud Divine Palace!

The white cloud Divine Palace, built on the hillside, looks sacred and brilliant under the illumination of an unknown light source.

The tall, huge statue on the top of the mountain with the characteristics of a black cloud man stood upright in the strong wind.

Cloud Divine Idol!

But Yang Xuan knows that this is definitely not the true face of Cloud God, but the ancestor of Black Cloud Clan, built according to his own imagination.

bang bang!

Two rays of light, one on the left and the other down towards Yang Xuan strikes, accompanied by a sharp drink to spread: "Bold lunatics, dare to trespass into the clouds Divine Palace."

Yang Xuan waved his hand indifferently, squeezed two beams of light, and then pulled two silhouettes from the air, and then fiercely fell to the ground with blood. Sputtering on the white jade stone steps, forming a weird pattern.

Yang Xuan didn't even look at the two Great Emperor corpses on the ground, and climbed up the steps along the white jade stone steps.

bang!

Two silhouettes rushed out again and attacked Yang Xuan in the same way.

What responded to them were two golden moon-like curved blades, which appeared out of thin air, but disappeared again after a flash.

Four corpses fell behind, but they couldn't put together a complete human form.

More people rushed in from all directions, each of them was the cultivation base of the Great Emperor, and some even approached the saints and became semi-sages.

But no one can stop Yang Xuan’s pace even for half a second, either being cut in half by golden glow, or burned by flames until there is no ashes left, or being frozen into ice and falling Become ice scum on the ground.

The steps are stretched and long, extending to the depths of the clouds, disappeared.

The killing continues, and Yang Xuan's pace is still unshakable.

A long sigh came from the top of the mountain.

"Stop, let him come up."

The silhouette of dash on bravely with no thought of personal safety finally stopped the attack like a moth flying into the fire and moved back However, stand still on both sides of the steps.

Yang Xuan also took back the scattered Spiritual Qi and walked up the steps.

For these involuntary splitters, you can either kill or not kill.

The steps are getting steeper and narrower. As the height rises, the wind is getting bigger and bigger, roaring and hovering on both sides of the almost suspended steps, facing Yang Xuan baring fangs and brandishing claws.

Finally, Yang Xuan reached the top of the mountain and came under the huge cloud Divine Idol.

Under the Divine Idol, a purple clothed Ziyun Princess stood pretty, looking at Yang Xuan blankly, like a statue.

Behind him, there are the Great Emperor with pale face and black clouds, whose arms have not recovered until now, and seven or eight black Old Yun people with white beards and hairs.

Yang Xuan walked up to them, stood still, silent.

A black Old Yun man strode forward and yelled angrily: "Yang Xuan, what are you going to do?"

The answer to him was a finger, white Ruyu pierced the sky and lightly touched the center of his eyebrows.

hong long!

After a thunderstorm, the old man fell stunned and turned into a picture of death on the white jade square under the cloud Divine Idol.

Even until he died, he couldn't believe it. He died directly under Yang Xuan when he only said a word from the stage.

"Who else?" Yang Xuan looked all around, looking at everyone's face.

"Yang Xuan, don't deceive others too..."

Another old man rushed out, his whole body was like a cloud, fiercely ran into Yang Xuan.

This time Yang Xuan didn’t even show his fingers, but stomped his feet. There was a scarlet flame that rose between the white jade and wrapped around the old man’s body. Send him back to the dust.

Another old man was about to rush up, but was stopped by Ziyun with a wave.

She looked at Yang Xuan quietly. After a while, she suddenly let out a long breath of relief, and then smiled like a flower.

"I'm thinking, if I can meet you before Zishuang, it may be another story and another ending." She said softly.