After concealing himself, Yang Xuan appeared in the sky above the valley where the people from the Sacred Mountain were.
He did not expect the people from the Sacred Mountain to come here.
In the valley, a few Saints were busy. A few big black bugs were busy surrounding a black stone.
The black bead in his body vibrated.
This time, Yang Xuan finally saw it clearly. A few big black bugs were surrounding the black stone. Their triangular mouths were spitting out black smoke, which then entered the black stone.
The Soul Suppressing Stone!
Yang Xuan immediately recognized the stone. It was the Soul Suppressing Stone.
He also finally understood where the Soul Power in the Soul Suppressing Stone came from.
The big black bugs did not stay around the Soul Suppressing Stone for long. In just a moment, they stopped spitting out black smoke and went underground.
"There are still three more times to fill up the Soul Suppressing Stone," a Saint said to the others in a low voice.
"We have to speed up."
Suddenly, a black cloud appeared in front of them, and a cold voice came from the black cloud.
The Saints bowed at the same time and left with the big black bugs. They did not dare to disobey the voice in the black cloud.
Then, the Soul Suppressing Stone floated in the air and drifted toward the black cloud.
Seeing that the Soul Suppressing Stone was about to enter the black cloud, Yang Xuan, who was hidden in the sky, suddenly reached out to grab it.
"What?"
The voice in the black cloud was shocked. It seemed that it did not expect someone to be hiding and snatching the Soul Suppressing Stone.
In the nick of time, an extremely sharp cold light came from the black cloud and slashed toward Yang Xuan's arm.
The cold light was so sharp that it approached Yang Xuan's arm in an instant.
Yang Xuan retracted his arm slightly. After dodging the cold light, he reached out to grab the Soul Suppressing Stone again.
"How dare you?"
An angry roar came from the black cloud. In the next moment, the entire black cloud suddenly spread. Countless cold lights slashed out from the black cloud and attacked Yang Xuan from all directions.
Yang Xuan's face was expressionless. His arm was still reaching for the Soul Suppressing Stone, but suddenly, countless golden lights appeared around him, instantly meeting the cold light from the black cloud.
The sound of metal clashing could be heard incessantly. It was as if countless fireworks had suddenly blossomed in the darkness. It was extremely beautiful, illuminating the night sky with incomparable brightness.
The Soul-Suppressing Stone was finally in Yang Xuan's hand, and he kept it in his storage ring.
The moment the Soul Suppressing Stone entered the storage ring, Yang Xuan quickly turned around and punched out.
Boom!
A black palm stretched out from the black clouds and collided with Yang Xuan's fist. Black ripples instantly bloomed, cutting in all directions.
Without any sound, the rock walls around the valley were cut neatly and then slid to one side.
The valley disappeared, and dust flew everywhere.
At this time, Yang Xuan was already standing in the sky. In front of him, a black cloud slowly rose and finally stopped in front of him.
Within the black cloud, there was a slight tremor. After a while, a voice came from within.
"Bai Qi!"
The voice was filled with coldness, like ten-thousand-year-old ice.
Yang Xuan's face showed a cold smile. He looked at the black cloud in front of him, but did not say anything.
The black cloud continued to tremble, and the voice came again, "You killed a disciple of the Holy Mountain and stole the Soul Suppressing Stone. Your crimes are unforgivable. Why don't you immediately kneel down and beg for mercy and tell me how to absorb the spirit? Maybe I can plead for mercy on your behalf and spare your life."
Yang Xuan laughed, "You don't even dare to show yourself. You think you're qualified to talk about sparing my life?"
The voice was filled with anger, "Bai Qi, I'm willing to show you a way out because you're young. Don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."
As the voice spoke, the black cloud began to tremble violently. An earth-shattering aura was emitted from the black cloud, like a mountain. It was incomparably huge.
Yang Xuan's lips curled into a cold smile, and then he pointed out with his finger.
This finger was not pointed at the black cloud, but at the void behind him.
Death qi lingered on the tip of his finger, towards death to life. Death Calamity Finger.
Kacha!
Following Yang Xuan's finger, the crisp sound of wood cracking came from the void behind him. Then, a figure in a black robe appeared, but his face was still unclear.
"You can see through my concealment technique." The person spoke in a low voice.
Yang Xuan did not speak, and his hand shot out like a mountain, grabbing at the person.
The person moved slightly, dodging Yang Xuan's attack by a hair's breadth, and then said, "Bai Qi, do you know that you're now in a desperate situation? Only the Holy Mountain can protect you. Don't be stubborn."
Yang Xuan sneered, "Desperate situation? What do you mean by desperate situation? "
The person's voice was cold, "You poisoned millions of people, killed Zuo Qinghou, and offended the Prince of the Great Shen Empire. You're already on the road to death. Now, only the Holy Mountain can save you. Think carefully."
Yang Xuan's expression did not change in the slightest, and he only said coldly, "The one who poisoned millions of people is the Holy Mountain."
The person had no intention of denying it, and his voice was still cold, "Even if it is, so what? Now that everyone thinks it's your doing, you can't deny it."
"In fact, it's simple." Yang Xuan said coldly, "As long as we kill our way to the Holy Mountain, there's no need to explain."
The person laughed, and his voice was full of ridicule, "A mantis trying to stop a chariot, you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Don't think that you can brag just because you killed Zuo Qinghou. You should know that in the eyes of the Holy Mountain, Zuo Qinghou is just an ant. You don't know what kind of existence the Holy Mountain is."
Yang Xuan's expression still did not change, as if he did not hear the voice coming from the black clouds at all.
Seeing Yang Xuan not speaking, the person's voice turned cold, "Since you're so stubborn, there's no need to say anything. We'll take you to the Holy Mountain, pull out your tendons, and peel off your skin. Then we'll naturally get your secrets."
As soon as his voice fell, the person directly made his move, and a withered black hand stretched out from his sleeve, grabbing at Yang Xuan.
With this grab, a black shadow lingered on the person's hand, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, as if the two had suddenly fallen into a world of extreme cold.
In an instant, there were faint cries of ghosts and howls of wolves between heaven and earth, and countless sharp screams pierced the eardrums, making people want to cover their ears.
Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed, and in the face of the person's move, he sneered, and then directly made his move.
The fist was like a volcanic eruption, and the surrounding air seemed to suddenly become extremely heavy, as if a huge mountain was smashing down from the sky, destroying heaven and earth.
But Yang Xuan's punch was not aimed at the person in front of him, but at the black clouds behind him.
Boom!
The volcano erupted, and the sky collapsed and the earth sank.
"How is this possible?" The person's voice was full of shock, as if he could not believe that Yang Xuan could distinguish his attack method.
With a punch, the black clouds in front of him trembled, but the one who disappeared was the person behind him.
In the next moment, the black clouds dispersed, and turned into black shadows that filled the sky, letting out tsunami-like screams, and rushed directly at Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan sneered.
When the person attacked just now, the black bead in his body was already trembling slightly, and when the black clouds dispersed and turned into black shadows that filled the sky, the fluctuations of the black bead in his body suddenly increased.
Yang Xuan stopped and stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the black shadows that filled the sky with a sneer on his face.
The fluctuations of the black bead stopped, and in the next moment, it turned into a vortex.
In an instant, the black shadows that filled the sky all retreated, and let out terrified cries.
But it was already too late. When the black bead emitted fluctuations, it was already too late.
Therefore, when an old man with an ugly expression and an unfathomable gaze appeared in the sky, the black shadows that filled the sky were all absorbed into Yang Xuan's body.
"Bai Qi, prepare to face the wrath of the Holy Mountain."
That person left his last sentence, and disappeared on the spot, just like the Holy Disciple before.
Yang Xuan's Divine Telekinesis swept over, and he had to admit that this move used by the people of the Holy Mountain to escape was really untraceable and too strange.
At this moment, the black bead in his body had completely quieted down.
Yang Xuan thought for a moment, and decided to leave this place first, and then study the Soul Suppressing Stone in the storage ring.
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