The immortality of mortals

Chapter 107: Fighting against the Emperor of Vietnam (please subscribe)
Yang Xuan took a step forward and slowly protected everyone behind him.

"Oh? There are still people who want to die, don't worry, I will drain your essence and blood one by one, no one can run away! Today, it is a foregone conclusion!"

The Emperor of Yue laughed wildly, and the terrifying spiritual pressure of the fake elixir realm instantly enveloped the young man in white.

"Really? Then I will reverse the situation!"

Yang Xuanyuan stood tall and tall, standing upright like a javelin. The huge spiritual pressure drove the airflow and blew his robes loudly.

He just took such a heavy and determined step.

At the same time, with every step he took, a magical weapon light lit up from beside him.

The blazing red fire cloud sword.

The frosty knife of ice and snow.

A heavy silver sword.

Thirteen thread-escape needles with flying red lights.

A dazzling shield of solid iron.

One after another, top-level magic weapons emerged, the swords clanked and the cold light shone.

"No, it's impossible..."

Emperor Yue's expression gradually changed. He was not only surprised by Fang Na's terrifying spiritual pressure, which was as powerful as a mountain or a sea.

There are also many magic weapons that have emerged.

A normal monk in the foundation building stage can only control two or three top-level magic weapons at the same time.

But how many magical weapons are there around the young man in white?

How terrifying is this spiritual consciousness to be able to control so many magic weapons at the same time?

"Wangui Senluo, gathered his souls to obey orders, kill!"

The Yue Emperor, whose heart was trembling, immediately raised the pitch-black alms bowl in his hand and slammed it down.

Following his movements, streams of gray-black air surged out, roaring in all directions with the aura of death, causing the temperature in the hall to drop suddenly.

This soul-gathering bowl contains the souls of many Yue emperors who worked hard to gather them, including not only the various monks who were sacrificed by blood, but also the fierce ghost military souls refined by the slaughter of the strongest soldiers in the dynasty.

Hundreds of dead souls surged out, screaming and biting at the Emperor Yue's command.

Facing the overwhelming crowd of dead souls, the four people who were protected behind them immediately changed their expressions and offered sacrifices to the few remaining magic weapons.

At this moment, Yang Xuan, who was standing proudly in front, said:

"The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, all the energy returns to the sect, the golden light appears quickly, covering my body!"

As soon as the sound of chanting the mantra sounded, thousands of golden lights suddenly emanated from the body of the young man in white, like the scorching sun rising into the sky, illuminating the universe.

The blood-colored body-protecting light of the Yue Emperor formed an opposition like two worlds.

At the same time, there were traces of black and red air currents lingering around him, entwining around the flying needles of the sword.

The murderous energy condensed in the Killing Sword Technique can make the magic weapon more powerful.

Those ferocious and roaring fierce ghost military spirits and monk souls have now killed themselves in front of the monks in Yellow Maple Valley.

The Fire Cloud Sword Lingshuang Sword, which was blessed with murderous intent, suddenly cut out the light of the sword.

The fierce murderous aura, accompanied by the power of the magic weapon, swept across the place, and all the dead souls screamed and collapsed, their bodies broke, and turned into clouds of Yin Qi thoughts.

And Yang Xuan, who was exuding clear yellow light and bright golden light, had a little white light appearing between his eyebrows.

Many ghostly thoughts were suddenly thrown into the white hair between the young man's brows.

Every time Yang Xuan killed a ghost, the white light between his eyebrows became stronger and expanded.

Under the illumination of golden light and white light, many gray-black souls and evil ghosts let out tragic wails, and were strangled to death by the wind and sword energy.

The young man in white clothes is possessed by golden light and is like a Taoist Lord coming to earth, and the white hair between his brows is like the Buddha's relic appearing in the world.

His whole person was like an immortal and a god, making the ghosts and resentments that filled the entire hall crawl and beg for mercy.

"Killing life to protect life, killing business is not killing people!"

Yang Xuan remembered a sentence.

Those ghosts who had been absorbed by him with all their malicious thoughts turned into pure spirits and were thrown into the reincarnation of heaven and earth.The so-called method of passing thoughts and transferring consciousness is precisely the meritorious deeds that benefit oneself and others.

In an instant.

The fierce ghosts and evil spirits that roared like mountains and tsunami were chopped into pieces and transformed.

The black and red murderous aura created by the Killing Sword Technique is invincible against ghosts and ghosts.

"Ah, the resentful souls I worked so hard to collect?!"

The Emperor Yue's face showed a look of disbelief.

"go with!"

Yang Xuan pointed his finger without stopping, and the swords and magical weapons suddenly roared through the air, chopping, slashing, or stabbing towards the opposite side.

At this moment, the Yue Emperor no longer had the slightest bit of contempt, and the Qi Lifting Skill caused the blood all over his body to rise suddenly, and it actually reached a thickness of two to three feet!

Buzz!

The swords and instruments slashed into the blood light at the same time, and were immediately slowed down by the stagnant blood light, and slowly penetrated into the foot-long red light.

"Hahahaha! I am the Nine-Fiveth Supreme Being, a true dragon of destiny, invulnerable to all means, and invulnerable to swords!"

Seeing that he had used enough magic power to block the magic weapon with the blood-refined divine light, the Emperor of Yue suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.

Boom! !
At this moment, the dome of the main hall was suddenly lifted, and a large number of roof tiles fell down.

A dark black dragon leaned in, its claws were like hooks, its eyes were like lanterns, and it swung its tail fin fiercely!
Snapped!
The Yue Emperor's tall and majestic body was immediately shot into the ground!
A deep hole appeared on the throne hall.

"Ahhhh! Damn it, how dare you hurt my precious body!"

The Yue Emperor's crazy roar came from the black hole, and then a figure rose into the sky, revealing the figure of a man in tattered imperial robes.

The gold-plated and jade-inlaid crown on his head was knocked off somewhere. His hair was disheveled, and his expression was angry and ferocious.

However, before the Yue Emperor launched an attack on Mo Jiao, he suddenly noticed the terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations coming from below.

He gasped and looked around, only to see the young man in white without saying a word, holding up a thunder ball emitting thunderbolts and lightning in his hands.

"Five elements of true thunder, explode!"

Yang Xuan suddenly fired the thunder ball that had been condensed for a long time. In the Yue Emperor's horrified look, he directly submerged it and then a shocking explosion occurred!
The whole palace felt a shaking.

The magnificent Jinluan Palace was completely reduced to powder in the violent explosion, leaving the scene in ruins.

Many monks and martial arts people who rushed into the palace saw the figure in white standing in the center of the palace.

"Are they those people from Yellow Maple Valley?"

"I know him. He was among the top ten in the last Immortal Ascension Conference. His name is Mr. Bai Di!"

Many monks scattered throughout the palace were talking about it.

Although the seven sects have banned ordinary monks from entering the mortal palace, taking advantage of the turmoil, the Black Evil Sect has taken advantage of it as an excuse.

The monks who came to the capital all ran to the palace.

After all, there are not just one or two members of the Black Demon Sect and elite members. If they can be surrounded and annihilated, they will surely be able to harvest a lot of the magic weapons and materials they carry.

If it wasn't profitable, how could so many cultivators gather here just to see Huang Maple Valley annihilate evil cultivators?

Seeing the figure in the air of the Broken Golden Palace, some monks present recognized the identity of the young man in white.

"Foundation Establishment Realm, how many years has it just been?"

"He is really talented and talented. When will I have a descendant like this in my family..."

A distant sound was heard coming from the breeze.

But Yang Xuan naturally wouldn't care about the comments and looks from the outside world.

He looked at Yue Huang who was still barely alive after the explosion.

At this moment, the man in the royal robe looked extremely miserable, his blood was dim, his clothes were not covering his body, his body was dripping with blood, and he was dizzy from the shock.

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