The huge body of the blue sky dragon hit the hillside, the ground shook, and the people on the nearby hills were a little unsteady. The man in gold robe on the back of the blue sky dragon was hit by the dragon's fleshy wings as he fell.

The injuries suddenly became more severe!

Yang Xuan laughed evilly and rushed over with the Chaos Stick. When he got closer, he grabbed the fleshy wings of the Blue Sky Dragon and tore them apart!

Wow!

The dozens of feet of fleshy wings were torn open by Yang Xuan at the joints. The blood was like free tap water, dyeing the armor on Yang Xuan's body blood red.

The look of fear in the blue sky dragon's eyes became more intense. It struggled to get up and run away, but how could Yang Xuan let him do so. The chaos stick hit him hard in his hand, directly denting the blue sky dragon's back.

"Roar!" The blue sky dragon let out a shrill roar, which resounded throughout the corpse slope. Everyone felt chilled by hearing it!

The man in golden robe on the back of the blue sky dragon turned pale with fright, and could not speak at all. Yang Xuan had blood-stained hair, and his whole body was shrouded in magic mist. He stepped forward, and thousands of ghosts behind him all came together.

They all roared loudly!

Shocking momentum!

Yang Xuan took one step across and walked in front of the golden-robed man, with a cruel smile on his face.

"Please, please, spare me!" The man in gold robe was trembling with fear. He looked at Yang Xuan with blood-red eyes. His mind went blank. He only had one thought: beg for mercy and save his life!

Yang Xuan laughed evilly, and under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of people, he suddenly kicked out, blowing the head of the man in gold robe, and the white brains splashed on his face, warm...

"Haha..." Yang Xuan looked up to the sky and laughed wildly!

After laughing a few times, Yang Xuan's body standing on the back of the dragon suddenly trembled, as if he was drunk and shook. He fought four times in a row, killing Zhang Ji, crushing the evil spirit, fighting the man in blood, and slaughtering the dragon.

...This series of battles has greatly exhausted his physical strength.

Especially in the battle, Yang Xuan also used the magic stick martial arts several times, and every time, he showed his artistic conception! This is still a bit too difficult for him now. His body cannot support it at this moment, and he feels so sore, like an ant.

It was so painful that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The hundreds of thousands of people on the Corpse Slope were shocked when they looked at the amazingly talented young man. Most people would be a little confused when faced with two people of the same system at the same time, but Yang Xuan massacred a dozen of them in one go.

!

This arrogant and powerful strength shocked everyone.

And the name Yang Xuan, the God of Death, was born!

Yang Xuan jumped and landed from the dragon's back. The blue sky dragon only had its last breath left and was twisting on the ground. It widened its eyes and looked at Yang Xuan in horror, not daring to take action at all.

Yang Xuan ignored it and slowly walked to the place where he had been sitting cross-legged a few days ago, which was the center of the entire corpse slope.

He walked very slowly, as if his footsteps contained a huge amount of gravity. With every step he took, the blood all over his body flowed down, leaving a blood-red footprint on the ground along his boots!

Step by step……

Hundreds of thousands of people on the corpse slope stretched their necks in silence, staring at Yang Xuan who was walking slowly.

Finally, Yang Xuan came to the center of the Corpse Slope. He stood upright, with the Chaos Stick stuck in the ground in front of him, looking at everyone on the Corpse Slope with a stern expression!

At this moment, Yang Xuan was at the end of his attack, but his unparalleled demonic power still frightened everyone.

Time passed slowly.

On the slope of corpses, there was silence, as if the air was solidified, as if this space was frozen by someone!

With the passage of time, the red light in Yang Xuan's eyes has faded, and the five-minute effect of the Blood Pill Realm has passed. At the same time, the amplifying effect of the God's Potion has also disappeared. Waves of weakness are felt in his limbs.

It appears that at this time, even a 150 times God of War may defeat him.

However, Yang Xuan stood like this, but no one dared to step forward.

Gradually, Yang Xuan felt that his vision was a little blurry. He looked at the figures all over the mountains and plains in front of him, and there seemed to be double images in his vision. Even the ground under his feet was a little unclear.

His body shook slightly, his steps staggered, and he almost fell forward, but with the support of the Chaos Stick, he stabilized in time. However, the hundreds of thousands of people present were always paying attention to Yang Xuan, and they couldn't help but be startled at this moment.

The silence on the Bone Slope was broken, and there was some commotion among the crowd.

"This demon king is about to go into shock. Let's all come together!"

"Kill him and you can get 50 billion!"

"50 billion can increase me from 100 times to 380 times, and there are many more!"

Everyone's eyes turned red, and the greed that had been suppressed by Yang Xuan's demonic power immediately broke out, and everyone looked greedily at Yang Xuan in the field. At this time, those with a little bit of vision could see

When he came out, Yang Xuan was already extremely weak!

After waiting for a while, someone in the crowd finally couldn't hold it any longer, roared, rushed out, and headed straight for Yang Xuan.

"Kill!" The man was a young man who had reached 200 times the system. He held a long sword and rushed in front of Yang Xuan. He suppressed the fear in his heart and slashed with his sword.

Yang Xuan raised his head and glanced at the young man with lifeless eyes. The latter's heart trembled, but he had already fired the arrow, so he gritted his teeth and struck harder.

Yang Xuan sneered. Although his vision was blurred, the hostility in his heart could not be erased. He roared, raised all his strength, and when the blood vessels burst, he lifted up the Chaos Stick and smashed it hard.

The young man looked horrified and was about to retreat, but he couldn't do it in time. The Chaos Stick submerged him and smashed him into a pile of flesh!

When Yang Xuan activated the stick, the injuries inside his body became more serious. His body shook involuntarily and he almost fell down.

"He has no strength anymore, let's all come together!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, and seven or eight figures flew out. Under the leadership of these people, hundreds of thousands of corpses rioted on the hillside, and everyone rushed to rush towards Yang Xuan like a black tide.

Looking from a high altitude, we can see the desolate earth-yellow land in the surrounding circle. As the crowd surges, the circle shrinks rapidly, and the earth-yellow land is replaced by the black crowd.

In the center of the encirclement, Yang Xuan was holding a long stick, with his black hair scattered on his head, like a ghost in hell. Through the gaps in his hair, he saw the overwhelming crowds coming from all directions.

He was like a small boat about to be submerged by the dark crowd.

What makes you unwilling?

What is it that makes you shout?

Yang Xuan's mouth showed a desolate smile that no one could see. He suddenly thought, if I die, will Wei'er forgive me? Many years later, will she still remember that there once was a man named Yang Xuan?

Love her without regrets!

Yang Xuan reached out and wiped away the blood from the corners of his eyes!

He soars into the sky!

Open your arms, look up to the sky, and roar!

The sound moves the fields, and the heaven and earth respond!

Is it loneliness that makes you crazy?

Or is it crazy and makes you lonely?

Yang Xuan burst into the crowd with a wild laugh and an attitude of looking down on everything in the world. He held the Chaos Stick and charged into the crowd. The Chaos Stick seemed to sense its master's mood, and a bright golden light glowed on the stick, greatly increasing its power.

Yang Xuan held a stick to kill. Like a sharp knife, he tore a blood-red path through the black crowd. Wherever he passed, corpses were strewn across the field and blood flowed like a river!

Crazy, crazy!

Since the whole world wants to kill you, you go and kill the whole world!

Yang Xuan was like a devil coming from hell, with his hair disheveled, letting out a ferocious laugh in the netherworld.

Purple flames burned all over his body, and everyone he touched burned into ashes. Every time Yang Xuan killed a person, a gray aura floated out from the corpse and penetrated into his magic armor.

, and then transformed into an illusory ghost, following behind him, making a crazy roar.

The blood vessels in Yang Xuan's body burst one after another, and blood spurted out from his body like a spring. He was like a bloody Shura, laughing wildly, and swung out the chaos stick in his hand, clearing a large area of ​​the crowd.

One person, in the crowd of hundreds of thousands of people, with soaring anger, kills like crazy!

In the blink of an eye, there were thousands of ghosts surrounding Yang Xuan. From a distance, they looked like a dark cloud floating in the sky. The shrill screams in the dark clouds were chilling!

Everyone looked at the man bathed in blood in horror, as if they were looking at a devil, and they all retreated!

Yang Xuan's laughter became more wild, but the desolation and loneliness became stronger. His face was covered with blood, and when his hair moved, blood spilled.

However, no matter how powerful a person is, he is still too insignificant when facing hundreds of thousands of people who are coming one after another.

Yang Xuan looked up among the piles of corpses. At the end of his vision, there were people who were coming to kill him. He was exhausted and his strength was exhausted, but he could not find anyone to rely on!

Just like that, alone, facing everything!

I will always bear everything alone!

"Haha..." Yang Xuan looked up to the sky and laughed, with a desolate voice that made people cry.

"Goodbye, Wei'er! If there is an afterlife, I will still look for you! Goodbye, friends, we will be brothers again in the next life! Goodbye, Xiaoyan..." Yang Xuan looked at the crowds of people coming in like a swarm of beasts. He was about to die in the next moment.

, will be submerged. In this moment of life and death, in this last moment of life, those people who could not be forgotten in his heart emerged one by one.

With a peaceful smile, Yang Xuan closed his eyes and opened his hands.

The next moment, he was swallowed up by the dark crowd...

(I was a little surprised when I woke up and saw 25 Cui Geng tickets. I originally thought there were only seventeen or eighty at most, but the result was really unexpected. This book can be written to this day because I am not fighting alone. Without everyone,

For support, I have long been unable to write it down.)

I am very touched by all of you on this journey...Thank you!
Chapter completed!