Chatper 1433 (1/2)

"Is this the Young Emperor of the Demon Race? Sure enough, his magical powers are amazing and his methods are amazing and admirable."

The corpse god, for the first time ever, spoke up.

This is even more shocking and unbelievable than Yang Xuan destroying the corpse with his bare hands.

At this moment, the people of the Kunpeng family, or the ancestors of all parties such as Wang Tiande, looked at Yang Xuan with more and more curiosity and awe.

This young emperor who is famous in all worlds is said to be only over a hundred years old, but his rise is so fast that outsiders can't even beat a horse.

At the age of less than 200 years, he has already reached the realm of transcendental transformation, but can kill half-immortals. How many people can there be in this world? !

"Patriarch, are we going to go out to meet you?"

On Kunpeng Mountain, Kunwu, the chief elder of the Kunpeng clan, came to Pengwan Mountain with the elders of the clan and asked.

"No, we don't have to go because my son Pengfei welcomes the guests in person."

Peng Wanshan waved his hand, his son Pengfei was actually friends with the young emperor of the demon clan in front of him. This is simply God bless the Kunpeng clan. At least now, they don't have to worry about the Heaven Smiting Sect and the Corpse Sect anymore.

That Hong Hai, even though there was a corpse god by his side, did not dare to act rashly, and now even the corpse god he summoned was trampled under his feet and completely quieted down.

This method, this courage, is that the several ancestors of the Heaven Smiting Sect and the Corpse Sect returned from outside the sky, and I am afraid they are not enemies of Yang Xuan.

"Elder, what should we do?"

Looking at Yang Xuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the head of the corpse god, like a demon god, the cultivators of the Heaven Smiting Sect were all cold and terrified.

According to legend, Yang Xuan, the young emperor of the Demon Race, has an invincible combat power in the world. They didn't believe it very much at first. They only thought that outsiders exaggerated it too much, but when they saw it today, they realized that the rumors were true.

"What else can we do? Let's wait and see. The ancestors are not there, and none of us are opponents of this person."

Jia Tong secretly sent the order down, but his eyes were quietly looking at Yang Xuan.

He was dressed in white clothes fluttering, and his white hair was scattered at will. Between his eyes opened and closed, he seemed to be able to see the terrifying scene of the disillusionment of the stars and the collapse of the void, which was mind-blowing.

In him, there is also a faint aura of fierceness, like a peerless sword that can be unsheathed at any time, which is daunting.

If Yang Xuan felt something, he lowered his head and glanced at Jia Tong. Although he didn't say anything, it made Jia Tong feel awe-inspiring and hurriedly looked back.

Just a glance made his heart shake, and he was terrified. One could imagine how terrifying Yang Xuan's strength was.

This son must not be provoked, let alone be his enemy, otherwise he is doomed to a miserable end.

"The cultivation of the peak of the Tao, but the heart of the Tao is so fragile, it is really a waste."

Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows, a look of disdain flashed in his eyes, raised his head and waved to Pengfei who was above, and said with a smile, "Brother Peng, isn't it tired standing? Why don't you come down and talk."

"Brother Yang, can this corpse god really be subdued?"

Pengfei fell from the sky, feeling like he was in a dream.

"No problem at all."

Yang Xuan nodded and said, "This corpse is made up of countless powerful corpse puppets. It was originally mentally disordered, and its body will collapse soon after it exists, but if the self-consciousness is born, it will be different."

"What is the difference?"

"Corpse puppets, generally speaking, do not have spiritual wisdom. Even if they have a little spiritual wisdom, they will be swallowed up by killing intent and become puppets that only know how to kill, for people to drive."

While speaking, Yang Xuan flicked his fingers, and a spiritual thought disappeared into the mind of the corpse god, and immediately wiped away a strand of blood essence and spiritual thought that Hong Hai had left in his body.

"puff!"

Hong Hai vomited blood and was on the verge of falling, as if he had suffered a severe backlash.