An inexplicable aura exuded from the Yang Family disciples.
The white-robed man sighed. He knew that if the Yang Family could survive this, their future would be limitless.
Because the bones of the Yang Family had been formed. This was something a thousand-year-old family needed. From now on, the Yang Family disciples would use this spirit as their bones, standing proudly between heaven and earth.
"You won't have a chance." The smile on the white-robed man's face disappeared, and his expression turned cold, "Because not even your corpses will be left."
Bang!
Yang Jiaqiang in his hand suddenly exploded, turning into a rain of blood that filled the sky.
Yang Jiaqiang's father's eyes were filled with tears as he roared, "Our Yang Family disciples, why should we fear death? Our family is strong, our family is strong, our son is mighty. "
"Our Yang Family disciples, why should we fear death?"
Yang Gong stood out from behind his parents. He stared at the white-robed man as if he couldn't wait to bite off a piece of flesh, "Although I don't like Yang Xuan and hate him, at this moment, I hope that he can come back soon and kill all of you bastards. Your blood will be smeared on the Yang Family's tombstone."
Yang Gong's parents wanted to pull him back, but they stopped. After looking at each other, they took a step forward and stood beside their son.
"Our Yang Family disciples, why should we fear death?"
Yang Jiaxue stood up from the ground and stared at the white-robed man. The tears on her face were still wet, but her eyes were filled with anger and unflinching death.
"Our Yang Family disciples, why should we fear death?" Some of the Yang Family disciples stood out. The fear on their faces had disappeared, and it was replaced by anger that burned in the sky.
"Sons of the Yang Family, do not fear death!" Even more Yang Family disciples stood up and let out roars that shook the sky.
The Yang Family elders looked at each other and saw the thoughts in each other's eyes.
"How can you lose to the children of our Yang Family?" Yang Zhenbei laughed and took a step forward. He shouted, "Our Yang Family disciples, why should we fear death?"
The other elders also stepped forward without any hesitation, "Our Yang Family disciples, why should we fear death?"
"Sons of the Yang Family, do not fear death!" Yang Qing Shu struggled to crawl up from the ground and took a step forward, letting out an earth-shaking roar.
A huge aura soared into the sky. In an instant, it was as if the entire world was trembling and submitting to this aura.
"Good, good, good! Since that's the case, I'll send you on your way. "The man in white was so angry that he laughed." Kill them all. Don't leave a single one alive. "
He was furious!
The white-robed man no longer showed any mercy, and in an instant, flesh and blood splattered everywhere, as the Yang Clan members fell one after another.
"Sons of the Yang Family, do not fear death!" From time to time, angry roars could be heard, and each roar was accompanied by the death of a Yang Family member.
Tears welled up in Yang Qingshu's eyes as he watched the disciples of the Yang Family die one after another. He suddenly had a feeling that if the Yang Family could survive this calamity, then the Yang Family would rise from the ashes and be reborn anew.
However, could the Yang Clan survive this calamity? He was filled with despair.
"Yang Xuan, where are you? Do you know that the Yang Family can't hold on any longer? "
Yang Gong fell to the ground, a large amount of blood bubbling out of his mouth. His eyes were blank as he stared blankly at the bodies of his parents beside him, muttering to himself, "Yang Xuan, where are you?"
More Yang Clan disciples fell. Until the moment of their deaths, they were still waiting for that person to appear.
Yang Jiaxue fell to the ground, blood at the corner of her mouth, tears flowing from her eyes. She looked up at the sky and cried out hoarsely, "Yang Xuan, come back quickly!"
Boom!
The world shook.
The white-robed man's expression changed!
Immediately after, an extremely oppressive aura came from afar.
The entire sky was suddenly filled with dark clouds. It was dark and heavy, as if something terrible was about to appear.
The white-robed man's expression was ugly, and his heart suddenly throbbed and trembled.
After feeling this aura that almost drove them crazy, the white-robed man's subordinates gradually stopped killing.
They all felt as if there was a huge mountain pressing down on their hearts, making it hard for them to breathe.
This was …
At this moment, they couldn't help but tremble.
Yang Qingshu also felt this aura, and after being stunned for a moment, his eyes lit up.
"This is …" He muttered to himself, and a trace of excitement arose in his heart.
The Yang Clan people also stared blankly at the strange phenomenon in the sky. Everyone's heart trembled, and an inexplicable feeling of anticipation arose in them.
A figure appeared in the sky, as fast as lightning, cutting through the sky.
Yang Gong was still lying on the ground, looking at the lightning in the sky. He suddenly smiled, "You're finally back."
Then, he closed his eyes in relief.
Yang Jiaxue's tears fell like rain.
"You're finally back!"
At this moment, everyone in the Yang Clan had tears in their eyes.
He was back!
Their Yang Clan's God, their Yang Clan's God, was back!
The Yang Clan was saved!
The white-robed man's expression became gloomier. Suddenly, his body moved, and he grabbed at a few Yang Clan disciples.
At this moment, a roar filled with endless madness and killing intent came from the sky, "I want you dead!!!"
Boom!
Doomsday had arrived.
Accompanied by that roar, a huge palm fell from the sky with the force of a thunderbolt, directly pressing down.
"Yang Xuan!"
The white-robed man turned pale with fright. He couldn't care less about the others, and his entire body turned into an extremely bright light, soaring into the sky.
The moment the palm came into contact with the light, the white-robed man's face was suddenly filled with extreme shock.
"Nihility God Realm?!!" He exclaimed, his voice trembling.
As the huge palm pressed down, Yang Xuan's figure appeared in the sky.
At this moment, his face was ferocious, and his face was filled with madness. His eyes were filled with an intense bloodlust that couldn't be dissipated.
"I want you dead!" He roared again, and his huge palm pressed down again.
The white-robed man's face was filled with fear. If Yang Xuan was only at the False God Realm, he still had the confidence to fight him. However, the Nihility God Realm Yang Xuan scared him out of his wits.
"Yang Xuan, I'm a consecrator of the Da Shen Empire. You can't kill me." He let out an extremely terrified roar.
He never expected that Yang Xuan was not at the False God Realm, but at the Nihility God Realm.
At this moment, he was filled with regret. He regretted accepting this task.
Boom!
The huge palm fell without any hesitation, carrying Yang Xuan's fury and Yang Xuan's madness.
Therefore, he died. Under Yang Xuan's Mystic One Palm, the white-robed man did not even have the chance to make a sound before he was turned into a pile of meat paste.
Until the last moment of his life, he still couldn't believe that Yang Xuan was actually at the Nihility God Realm.
If he had known that Yang Xuan was already at the Nihility God Realm, he wouldn't have dared to come to the Yang Clan even if he was given ten guts.
Looking at the pile of meat paste, the white-robed man's subordinates were stunned.
After a long while, they finally reacted. They immediately scattered in all directions, trying to escape.
But in the next moment, countless golden lights shone. In an instant, the sky was filled with a rain of blood. In the blink of an eye, the white-robed man's subordinates were all turned into meat paste.
Yang Xuan landed on the ground and supported Yang Qingshu who was about to fall.
"I'm late."
"You're not late!" Yang Qingshu opened his mouth and laughed. But as he laughed, tears fell from his eyes.
Yang Xuan's eyes were also filled with tears. He looked around and almost couldn't suppress the madness in his heart.
"Yang Xuan …" Yang Jiaxue's tears flowed down uncontrollably.
Yang Xuan was silent. He had already seen Yang Qingshan's corpse on the ground.
A huge wave of wood attribute spiritual energy was sent out. Under this wave of spiritual energy, all the injured members of the Yang Clan were healed in just a few moments.
Everyone looked at Yang Xuan with complicated expressions.
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