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Chapter 305

Words:2112Update:22/06/28 09:34:18

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Following this, Yang Xuan stayed in the Forgotten Land for a while, completely stabilizing his Nascent Soul stage.

At the same time, after reaching the Nascent Soul stage, he gained some new insights into the use of spiritual energy.

During this time, he also finished nurturing the hibernating Yin-Yang Turmoil, causing it to finally return to its peak state.

A faint smile appeared on Yang Xuan's lips as he sensed the extremely weak life force coming from the Yin Yang Disorder.

After the Yin-Yang Turmoil that gave birth to a weapon spirit truly matured, it would definitely bring the world a great surprise.

However, right now, the Yin-Yang Turmoil was still in its infancy stage, requiring him to continuously refine and nurture it.

If nothing unexpected happened, the growth of the Yin-Yang Turmoil would be a long process.

After absorbing the Yin-Yang Turmoil into his body, Yang Xuan took a deep breath.

It was time to leave.

Without much hesitation, Yang Xuan focused his mind and transmitted his thoughts to the black pearl.

In the next moment, the pillar of light once again appeared in front of Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan directly stepped into the pillar of light. At the same time, his eyes became cold.

In the dense forest, on top of a huge tree, a person stood facing the wind.

His eyes were calm and his chiseled face was expressionless, like a statue.

He had been standing like this for who knows how long, and it seemed that he could continue to stand like this until the end of time.

Suddenly, his eyes flickered and fell on a certain place.

A person appeared there, with a dazzling red dot between his eyebrows.

He let out a sigh of relief, then slapped out with his palm.

Sword light flashed, and the huge palm in the sky was shattered by the sword light, disappearing without a trace.

A trace of surprise appeared in the person's calm eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

"Bai Qi!"

He stood on top of the tree without moving, looking down without the slightest bit of emotion.

At the same time that the person saw Yang Xuan, Yang Xuan also saw him.

Yang Xuan slowly rose from the ruins of the cave and gently landed on top of a tree.

"Who are you?" Yang Xuan asked.

That person looked at Yang Xuan, still without any ripples of emotion, and said indifferently, "This old man is just a servant, my lowly name is not worth mentioning. You can call me Nameless."

"John Doe?" Yang Xuan looked at him and asked, "Are you waiting for me?"

Wu Ming was silent for a moment. There was finally a ripple in his eyes, but it disappeared in an instant. "You shouldn't have hurt Little Miss. She is Master's most beloved disciple."

"Little Miss?"

"Ling Xin 'er!" Wu Ming said softly. There was a hint of gentleness in his tone.

Yang Xuan understood that John Doe had come all the way here to avenge Ling Xin 'er.

Then there was nothing more to say.

Yang Xuan's eyes were cold and he didn't say anything else.

Wu Ming's eyes regained their indifference. He looked down at Yang Xuan and said indifferently, "Master once said that if you can break your own arms and go back with me, you still have a chance to live."

Yang Xuan laughed. Asking him to break his own arms? He had never seen anyone more arrogant than him.

"If you want my arms, I'll have to trouble your master to come and get them himself!" Yang Xuan's eyes were cold as he said indifferently.

Wu Ming shook his head with an indifferent expression. "In Master's eyes, you and I are both ants. You are not qualified to ask him to do it. I'm doing this for your own good! Don't think that you have made such a big name here, and even Su Wan Gong fled because of you. You are still a frog at the bottom of the well. "

He didn't give Yang Xuan a chance to speak, and continued indifferently, "The world is so big. What you see is just the size of a palm. Master thinks that it's not easy for you to cultivate, so I allow you to break your own arms and go back with me. If you can get Little Miss' forgiveness, you can keep your life. It's better than being reduced to ashes."

Yang Xuan keenly grasped the meaning of Wu Ming's words.

"Ling Xin 'er is not dead?"

Wu Ming said expressionlessly, "If Little Miss was dead, you would have been reduced to ashes by now."

Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes, and they were cold.

Before Ling Xin 'er died, she was sucked into a black hole. At that time, he had his suspicions, and now it seemed that he was right.

Wu Ming saw Yang Xuan's cold face and knew the answer.

"Since you don't repent, I'll send you on your way. I hope you don't blame me," he said softly without any killing intent.

Yang Xuan sneered.

The next moment, he said indifferently, "I always thought that I was arrogant, but I didn't expect to meet someone more arrogant than me, but …"

He paused and walked directly toward Wu Ming in the air. He said indifferently, "Who do you think you are? You're just a servant. How dare you talk to me?"

Wu Ming looked at Yang Xuan who was walking toward him without any anger on his face. After sighing softly, he said indifferently, "Die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he directly slapped out.

Boom!

As Wu Ming slapped out, the sky suddenly lit up, and a giant palm flashing with golden light fell from the sky, directly slapping toward Yang Xuan.

Wu Ming's eyes were full of indifference, as if he had just slapped an ant to death, full of understatement.

In the face of the giant palm full of destructive aura, Yang Xuan smiled, then raised his arm and gently grabbed.

This grab was extremely ordinary, and there was no aura.

However, as Yang Xuan grabbed, the golden light in the sky suddenly gathered toward his right hand at the same time. In the blink of an eye, all the light and power, including the giant palm, were absorbed into Yang Xuan's palm.

Then, Yang Xuan opened his palm and gently blew, as if blowing off dust.

A trace of surprise appeared in Wu Ming's eyes. Then, he nodded and said, "Not bad, Demon God Bai Qi, you really live up to your reputation, but that's all. You won't understand my realm."

After saying that, he was ready to attack again.

At this moment, Yang Xuan had already walked in front of him. After glancing at him, he said indifferently, "How about you also take a move from me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed his finger like a sword and stabbed out.

Boom!

Several thunderbolts suddenly fell from the sky, like giant dragons, roaring and roaring, and instantly merged into the sword light.

In an instant, the sword light at Yang Xuan's fingertips surged, piercing through the void and piercing through heaven and earth, as if weaving a giant net that covered the sky and earth, directly covering Wu Ming.

Crack! Crack!

The trees in the huge range under their feet were uprooted, as if they were pulled by an invisible force, and gathered toward Yang Xuan's finger. However, they all turned into powder three feet away from the two of them.

In an instant, the powder of countless trees floated around the two of them, forming a large ball with a diameter of more than six feet, surrounding the two of them.

The light dimmed.

In the ball, the sword light at Yang Xuan's fingertips suddenly contracted, and in an instant, it gathered in Yang Xuan's hand, and then turned into a long cyan-steel sword.

This long sword was extremely ordinary, and the veins could be seen clearly. There was even a gap the size of a grain of rice on the blade.

Yang Xuan grabbed the long sword in his hand, and then gently stabbed out.

Boom!

Yang Xuan's body flashed with electric light, making crackling sounds, as if the God of Thunder had descended to the world.

Chi!

The long sword gently sank into Wu Ming's chest, who did not react at all.

The powder in the sky dispersed, and the sun shone down.

Wu Ming slowly lowered his head and looked at the long sword inserted in his chest, his face full of sluggishness.

Blood gurgled out, and the feeling of his power being sucked away woke Wu Ming up in horror.

Shock, fear, and other emotions appeared on his face. He raised his head and stared at Yang Xuan. After a long while, he said in a trembling voice, "Using my heart to borrow heaven's heart, using my Dao to borrow heaven's Dao, you … you … you are Divine Dao!!?"

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