Chatper 883 (2/2)

He spread out his hand, and a black flame burst out from his palm, burning all the minced meat in front of him into ashes, not giving Bei Gongtian the slightest chance to resurrect.

After all, from a big family, it is better to be safe. Yang Xuan doesn't want another Bei Gongtian to jump out to seek revenge for him in the future.

As for the emperor of the Beigong family, although he was afraid, at the moment, he had to get rid of Beigongtian first.

"Little beast, if you dare to kill my great-grandson, the old man will skin you and cramp you, so that you can't survive without dying."

The roar of grief and indignation came, and then a golden-robed old man with a sturdy figure, a vicissitudes of life, and a terrifying breath all over his body descended from the sky and grabbed it with his bare hands.

"boom"

The void shook violently, and if the golden-robed old man didn't make a move, his move was the ultimate move. He spewed out golden light from his five fingers, turning into a giant palm the size of a mountain, and in an instant he came to the top of Yang Xuan's head and pressed it down.

"Stinky boy, I asked you to leave. Now that they are killed, what do you say?"

"What can I do, I can't do it with him."

"Be a bird, the other party is the emperor, and the Taoism is deep. In short, you hurt me this time. If one is bad, we both have to die here."

The purgatory boy shouted and had to show up to resist the slap for Yang Xuan.

brush!

He quickly raised his hand, the black light in his palm flickered, and he met the sky-shattering giant palm.

"puff!"

Yang Xuan spurted blood from his mouth, his body was swept away by the air waves, smashed many rocks, and fell to the ground ruthlessly.

"horrible!"

He sucked in cold air again and again, and only felt a burning pain in his internal organs. This was thanks to the purgatory boy who stopped him for him, or he could not die sooner.

After all, the visitor is an emperor, and his strength is far from what he can compete with now.

Don't talk about fighting, if the other party sneezes, he may also be injured.

"Yang Xuan!"

In the distance, Diehuang and Mu Lingxue came, and when they saw Yang Xuan fell to the ground, Mu Lingxue's face turned pale, and a heart was raised in his throat.

"Xiaodie, didn't you ask you to protect her, why did you bring people?"

"Master, it's none of my business. She wants to come by herself. It's impossible for me to tie her hands and feet with ropes!"

"Forget it, you all stay by my side and don't move."

As he spoke, Yang Xuan stood up and quickly came to Mu Lingxue's side to stand still, and propped up his demonized divine power to resist the raging power of the emperor.

"Are you all right?"

Mu Lingxue looked at Yang Xuan with a look of concern on her face.

"It's okay, it's just a small injury, just take a rest."

Yang Xuan waved his hand. In fact, he was seriously injured, but he didn't have the time to care about it at the moment. His eyes were always on the battlefield in the distance.

There, two figures confronted each other in the air. One of them was the old man in the golden robe, an emperor from the Beigong family.

The other person is a purgatory boy, who looks like a child who has not been weaned. Compared with the tall and mighty golden-robed old man, it gives people a strong visual impact.

"Yang Xuan, who is that child!?"

Mu Lingxue looked at the purgatory boy and then at Yang Xuan, her face full of curiosity.

Just now, she witnessed the purgatory boy take down the golden-robed old man's huge palm with one palm. She knew that the purgatory boy was extraordinary and very powerful.

It's just that it's unbelievable how such a child could have such a shocking power dormant in his body.

At this moment, let alone Mu Lingxue, even the golden-robed old man was taken aback. He squinted at the purgatory boy, and said coldly, "Who are you to dare to oppose this old man?"