Zhang Xuan is a killer. As a killer, dormant is the most necessary factor.

Not far from the dock, Zhang Xuan and Quan Dingding hid in the fog. Zhang Xuan sat cross-legged on the ground, and even his breathing became faint. There was no trace of air on Zhang Xuan's body. With Zhang Xuan's current state, even if a master of human cat level came, he would probably not easily find Zhang Xuan in the fog.

Quan Dingding meditated behind Zhang Xuan. In addition to making a little eating sound similar to a pig's chirping from time to time, his condition was almost the same as Zhang Xuan. Quan Dingding's strength made people regard him as a waste fat man, which shows that his dormant ability is no worse than Zhang Xuan.

The thick fog was very quiet, and only some sounds would occasionally be heard from the dock not far away. These sounds floated in the fog, as if they were wailing in the wailing of ghosts.

Zhang Xuan, who was sitting cross-legged, noticed that several inheritors came to the dock, and Uncle Xu personally greeted him, with the smile on his face particularly sweet.

The sun and the moon change.

The light gradually disappeared into the formation, and the darkness filled the fog, making the already unclear vision even dim. Now even the things two meters away in front of me can no longer see clearly.

The people in the dock were also a little drowsy. Since entering the formation, each of their nerves remained tense. At this moment, they relaxed and their tiredness hit their hearts.

When you look up, you can see the full moon hanging high in the sky through the rich fog, sprinkling coldness.

A touch of solemnity suddenly cut through the night sky.

"Here you come!"

Sit cross-legged there and closed his eyes, Zhang Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and looked forward.

It was a cold light that broke through the thick fog and headed straight for the dock.

"Click!"

A crisp sound, without any drag, the dock split directly into two.

"Yang Xingxia, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

A loud shout came from the dock.

"hehe."

Yang Xingxia's chuckle sounded, "Just because of you cats and dogs, you still want to plot against me?"

I noticed your existence hundreds of meters away. Just as you were together, I could not find it because I had to go looking for it one by one. The old guy killed them, and that Wei Lan left me behind!"

"Old slave accepts the order."

The sound of Yang Shou’s tomb sounded, and then the air around him was filled with a sharp light.

"kill!"

There was a loud shout in the dock.

A killing, with this moment, officially unfolds.

Yang Shoumeng, as the strongest group of people under the control of spirits, is definitely the top in this world. Unless a few people take action, no one says that he can absolutely stop Yang Shoumeng. Even if a human cat faces Yang Shoumeng's sword, he can only escape.

Although there are many inheritors and all the Taoist guardians take action, there are some gaps in front of Yang Shou's tomb, which cannot be filled by the number of people. The sharpness that is filled with the air alone makes most inheritors unable to withstand it.

"Fatty, do you feel like someone is watching you in the dark?"

Zhang Xuanchong spoke gently.

"No."

Quan Dingding shook his head, then suddenly shivered and said with a fearful look, "Brother, don't scare me, it's midnight."

Zhang Xuan knew that he asked this question just to know whether Uncle Xu had taken action. From the daytime incident, Zhang Xuan had already confirmed that Uncle Xu was definitely the owner of the heroic spirit who was about to wake up. Now all Dingding didn't feel the heroic spirit appearing, proving that Uncle Xu hadn't taken action yet.

Zhang Xuan was also waiting. He knew very well that he didn't have many opportunities.

Blood bloomed in this dark mist.

There are inheritors that have come to the end.

"A bunch of waste also wants to attack me, which is ridiculous!"

Yang Xingxia's arrogant voice resounded in the fog.

Although Yang Shoumeng is old and has a stunning figure, now he is like a god of war. All those who want to step beyond the line have paid the price.

Some inheritors were already killed so scared that they gathered together that they all looked at a place, which was the backbone of the younger generation of their inheritors, Xu Chan.

Xu Chan looked at the blood flowers that kept blooming in front of him. The rich smell of blood filled his nose. There was no expression on Xu Chan's face. He said, "How are you all preparing for what you have prepared?"

"It's already done!"

Several inheritors stood beside Xu Chan, holding a short blade in their hands, "Do you need to do it now?"

"No need, wait a little longer."

Xu Chan shook his head, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

Yang Shou Tomb is too strong, and many guardians are no match for him at all. No one dares to come forward anymore. They are already afraid of being killed. Now their trump card is the method proposed by Uncle Xu. Once activated, they can definitely balance Yang Shou Tomb.

When Yang Shoumeng saw that no one was coming forward, he took a step forward. At the same time, those sharp edges also advanced 70 centimeters.

The inheritors all retreated 70 cm.

Every time Yang Shou’s tomb took a step, these inheritors took a step back.

"Quick, kill them all, and you have to go to the Loulan ancestral land. I don't have time to waste it here."

Yang Xingxia spoke with an impatient look on her face.

"Old slave obeys the order."

Yang Shoumeng raised his arm and the sword lights were everywhere in the sky. It formed behind Yang Shoumeng. Even the thick fog was cut, and a strange space appeared behind Yang Shoumeng.

"Xu Chan, hurry up!"

A Taoist protector looked at the sword energy everywhere, his eyes were bloodshot.

The inheritors beside Xu Chan were all ready to make some moves.

"No, it's not the time!"

Xu Chan waved his hand to stop him.

Just as Xu Chan waved his hand, another Taoist protector was penetrated by the sword energy and lost his life.

Seeing one person after another falling in front of him, these Taoist guards were anxious. They dared to gather together to ambush Yang Shou’s tomb because they had a trump card, but now, they have never taken out this trump card. If they rely solely on their strength, they knew very well that they were not enough to kill Yang Shou’s tomb.

Yang Shou Tomb is very strong. Every time he waves his hand, he will take away a life.

One after another, the Taoist guardian died tragically under the sword energy of Yang Shou Tomb. The inheritors' eyes were red when they saw it, but Xu Chan still stood there expressionlessly, as if the person who died in front of him was not a person, but one ants after another.

"Xu Chan! When will you wait!"

"Can't wait any longer, someone will die every second!"

The inheritors were as if their hearts were stabbed by a knife, and the Taoist protectors were their most loyal slaves. Over the years, they also had feelings.

Xu Chan raised his arm high, and when the last Taoist protector burst out blood, his arm fell heavily and "take action."

At this moment, an invisible pressure completely suppressed Yang Shou's tomb who was slaughtering.

(I owe two updates so far, and I will make up all of them today. Due to the review system, it will be later.

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Chapter completed!