Chatper 1418 (1/2)

"Little beast, if this old man doesn't die today, I will have to repay the debt with blood in the future."

The ancestor of the Ba family roared and fled to the sky at the fastest speed.

Yang Xuan was right. His blood sacrifice to the Primordial Spirit could only last for one stick of incense, and during this time, his power would continue to decrease sharply, and he would not have any confidence to turn defeat into victory. Continuing to entangle him would only accelerate his death.

The older a person is, the more afraid of death, not to mention that the ancestors of the Ba family have been practicing for a long time, and now they are only one step away from ascending to immortality, and they are even more reluctant to die here.

People die like lights go out!

When you die, there is nothing left.

The most urgent task at the moment, and the only way to escape as soon as possible, to find a body to seize the body before the primordial spirit is destroyed, so that the life can be continued.

Although it is said that the rebirth of the house will cause his vitality to be greatly damaged, and his cultivation will also be in vain, but as long as people are still alive, there will be a day when they will make a comeback.

As for the matter of revenge, he didn't think much about it, and he should wait until he survived. Even in his heart, he was already full of endless fear for Yang Xuan. That's all.

"Want to go?"

Yang Xuan sneered, he had been guarding against the opponent's hand for a long time, and his body stood up from the sky, and with one foot with boundless force, he stepped on his primordial spirit.

"Get off!"

The power of one foot shook the sky and the earth. Rao was the ancestor of the Ba family who tried his best to resist, but was also stepped on the ground with a bang, blasting the earth into a bottomless pit.

"Too deceiving!"

The ancestor of the Ba family roared, weak and weak, and staggered up from the bottom of the pit.

"The weak should have the consciousness of the weak. If you are stronger than me, you can also bully me."

Yang Xuan didn't say a word, his huge body, like the top of Mount Tai, fell in the air, and kicked the ancestor of the Ba family away with one kick.

The ancestors of the Ba family suffered heavy losses again and again, and their primordial spirit was overwhelmed, and he couldn't even stand up.

"It's boring, I thought you could play with me for a while."

Yang Xuan shook his head and landed on the top of the opponent's head. It was boring for a while. He finally stimulated the strongest state of the demon fighting body. He originally wanted to take this opportunity to practice with the ancestors of the Ba family.

Who would have thought that this old man is not even qualified to let him enjoy himself.

"Haha, you are indeed amazing, but you can never try to steal my luck, and this old man will never let you succeed."

The ancestor of the Ba family raised his head with a miserable smile on his face.

"Blow yourself up in front of me, do you think you can do it?"

Yang Xuan sneered, his eyes were cold and ruthless, his figure flickered, and he came to the ancestor of the Ba family.

Although the luck is lost in this way, it is better than self-destruction and nothing.

"It's up to you, are you also ready to blow yourself up?"

Soon, Yang Xuan's cold and stern gaze fell on the dozen or so elders of the Bayou family.

More than a dozen people were trembling, coughing up blood, and with just one look, they were severely injured, and they were suppressed and could not move.

"Don't blame me, blame you for not provoke me."

Yang Xuan bluffed, took everyone over, and killed them directly.