Dongfang Xingchen turned a deaf ear. He was already scared and lost his soul at this moment. He had to escape from his life and could never remember anything else!

Dongfang Haoran roared angrily, stretched out his big hand, and directly grabbed the space and grabbed Dongfang Xingchen, who was running wildly thousands of feet away!

Dongfang Xingchen was caught back, but his mind was still in a mess. He didn't even see who caught him. He fell to the ground in a daze and knelt down and kowtowed like garlic: "Give up your life, don't kill me... I'm a despicable villain, I'm a beast, I'm a turtle bastard..."

He was completely scared.

Oh my God, Ximen Huanyu, Beigong Wushuang, they are all people with the same identity as theirs. They were killed in front of them... That blood... Gudu...

Dongfang Haoran's muscles twitched.

Ximen Chunqiu's face also twisted. At this moment, looking at Dongfang Haoran's eyes, he felt a little sympathetic.

Yun Yang looked cold.

Things have been done.

Even if all people are killed!

The two palace masters are here, so let’s see what you will do in the future!

No matter what I do, I will continue.

Ximen turned over the corners of his mouth, and there was still clear blood stains left. His face was pale. He was no longer as good as he was when he first met him. The eyes that looked at Yun Yang kept changing, sighing, helplessness, and occasionally a strong hatred flashed by.

When he was tearing the space halfway, the Jade Pendant of the Life Soul in his arms was constantly shattered, and his soul was injured three times in succession! He knew that one of his sons and two disciples were dead!

And they are all extreme ways to die with both soul and soul!

At this moment, although he was looking at Yun Yang and his eyes were so complicated, his heart was already blank!

It's not just him.

Dongfang Haoran's mouth is also covered in blood.

Now, looking at his son who was kowtowing and begging for mercy, his mind was full of blankness! He felt a burst of thunder, and his heart was almost broken!

The stars in front of me exploded like a burst of blood, and I couldn't help but gulp of blood gushed out.

For Dongfang Haoran, he would rather see his son being killed by Yun Yang in direct battle!

Although I did something wrong, I still competed with Yun Yang to death!

He would rather see his son beheaded and begged for mercy than see that his son betrayed his senior brother first, and then kowtowed without any backbone to beg for mercy!

Especially... I have been standing here for a while, my scared son has not woken up yet, and is still kowtowing and mourning!

I am a despicable villain, I am a beast, I am a turtle bastard!!!

Then who are you and I?!

At this moment, Dongfang Haoran felt that he was extremely embarrassed.

Even if I die now, I will have no face to see my ancestors and ancestors.

For a moment, all three of them were silent and looked at each other for a while. Yun Yang's eyes were bright and upright, without any avoidance. Instead, he had a hidden desire to look at him, pointing directly at the two palace masters of the Heavenly Palace in the East and West Gate.

Dongfang Xingchen finally noticed the abnormality, and looked up secretly. He saw Dongfang Haoran, suddenly burst into tears, knelt down and crawled a few steps to Dongfang Haoran, hugged Dongfang Haoran's thighs, and shouted with a twisted face: "Dad! Dad! It's Yun Yang... Kill him and killed him... He is a demon, he is a demon king, dad..."

"Shut up!"

Dongfang Haoran shook his body and shook Dongfang Xingchen out, then slapped him in the face.

This slap was extremely hard!

Dongfang Xingchen's body was spinning in the air like a top, and a pool of mud collapsed on the ground, and he fainted without even a sound.

"What's going on?"

Dongfang Haoran looked at Yun Yang with a bitter look: "How come things... have they reached this point?"

Yun Yang shrugged and said indifferently: "What's going on? Shouldn't all the things in front of him be expected by the palace masters? Why do you ask me the other way around? Isn't the son right in front of you? When your son wakes up, just ask him directly. I'm not in the mood to waste my words now."

He looked murderous intent in his eyes and said, "Don't worry, I will kill him after you ask!"

"So many people are dead, but the mastermind can still live. Where is the reason in the world?" Yun Yang took a deep breath, and said calmly and seriously as Dongfang Haoran was about to kill.

"Yun Yang!" Ximen Chunfu finally couldn't help but scream, "Your methods are too vicious!"

"Does of saints fell in this battle, which means that half of the three heavenly palaces have all turned over here. How can you...you...you...you can do it?" After Ximen turned around and looked around the battlefield, he felt furious.

The powerful Saint King is the peak combat power of the Xuanhuang Realm, and any of them is extremely precious. However, in this battle, so many people were lost. It has to be said that the loss is too great!

Yun Yang smiled and said, "The focus of the Palace Master Ximen is biased, and your son Ximen Huanyu also lost my hand. If you want to take revenge, there are many reasons. Whether you hate my attacks, destroying countless pillars of Xuanhuang, or intending to avenge your son, this is a public or private reason, let the king choose, both public and private!"

He looked at Ximen Huanyu coldly and said sarcastically: "I know your heart hurts a lot, and you also know that you are very dissatisfied with me, but your feelings have nothing to do with me, especially the excuse you just said, which made me look down on you firmly."

Yun Yang hugged his chest with his hands and said coldly: "Have you understood right and wrong a long time ago, why bother listing the crimes? If you want to take revenge and cause trouble for me, just let the horse come over!"

He laughed: "It's not the first time you've been confused about right or wrong anyway. My son is like this. If I do, I, Yun Yang, will all follow!"

Ximen turned red with anger and said in a stern voice: "How dare you talk to me like this?!"

Yun Yang faced each other with tit-for-tat, Leng Lin said, "I dare to ask the Lord of the Palace, how should I talk to you? Should I bow down, kneel down and beg for mercy, or compromise and beg for mercy? It's a pity that Yun would rather be beaten to death in this life than be scared to death!"

Ximen turned over and furiously, and he suffered repeated injuries. His mood gradually became unstable and his imbalance was obvious.

Justice and hatred were constantly stirring in his heart; although he knew that the result was foreseeable, he never expected that the reality would be so serious and so painful when it came true!

All destroyed!

Nothing will last forever!

"Everyone calm down!" Dongfang Haoran slowly straightened up. His mood was also turbulent, but he barely used his magical skills to suppress the restless heart, but the blood still flowed out like money.

Yun Yang looked at him sideways and was surprised to see Dongfang Haoran's body, which had always been lifting straight, also seemed a little hunched at this moment.

This is... nothing more sad than heartbreak?!

Dongfang Haoran also knew that his mood was unbalanced, and he was even on the verge of being obsessed with the devil, but he had to speak hard to stop the tense atmosphere of Yun Yang and Ximen turning over.

Once these two people start to do it, it will be a real disaster!

Ximen turned over and snorted coldly, closed his eyes, silently used the mysterious skills, and suppressed the tumultuous blood. He tried hard to calm himself down, but the more he used the skills to suppress the force, the more his heart tide became, and the more he came, his thoughts became more and more biased.

"How is the result...?"

Dongfang Haoran looked at Yun Yang.

"Since I reappeared, from the beginning... I killed the three brothers of the Shui clan from the same sect, and then thirteen fakes who pretended to be my, and all were destroyed... Then, in today's battle, the eight saints, each of them had about ten saints guards under their command... Now they are all dead; seven of the eight saints have died, and your son is the last eight."

"About the rough calculation, there are about ninety people, no more than one hundred. Well, there are still three people who have lost their way a few days ago. At this time, they have already gone to the Blood Soul Mountain..." Yun Yang frowned: "I don't remember that clearly... It's roughly these people..."

Dongfang Haoran's eyes glared like a copper bell: "Is there really no one left?"

Yun Yang looked at him in surprise: "Master of the Eastern Palace, you are not really confused, are you? They always want to kill me and then hurry up, but I still hold back to them. Each of them is a powerful Saint King. Do I hold back to them? Do I think they have a long life or they don't act ruthlessly on me? If it were you, would you keep back? Do you dare to keep back? And now I have just cleaned up the three Heavenly Palaces, and there are still people in the Sacred Heart Hall that didn't move..."

He sighed: "I am a person who is too cautious, looking back and forth, thinking about this and that... and I am too kind. I have never made up my mind to solve the problem. If Senior Ning Fengxue had not come to me and let me realize it, I would be afraid I would not be able to be heartbroken!"

Yun Yang murmured with melancholy all over his eyes, "Am I too indecisive..."

Dongfang Haoran's eyelids twitched and his lips twitched.

Too indecisive? Too kind?

You came out of the Holy Land of Heavenly Punishment and killed more than a dozen saints. Do you think you are not cruel enough?!

Then he killed the three brothers of the Shui family in a row, ruthless manner. Do you think you are not decisive enough?

More than a dozen saints who pretend to be Yun Zun were killed by you one by one. All of them were destroyed by souls and life, and they were gone. Do you think you are indecisive?!

Today you slaughtered over seventy powerful Saint Kings at one time. You did not hesitate and were extremely decisive. You said you... can't bear to worry?!

The eight saints, you killed seven without blinking. You are still waiting to kill the last one. You have to say this in front of his father, and say it again and again... Are you still so melancholy now that you feel too kind and too indecisive?

Even if you have reservations due to the situation and the situation, but...

Dongfang Haoran had the urge to roll his eyes.

If you act like you kid and still be indecisive, then what will it be like when you are truly decisive?

Yun Yang himself gave the answer: "Actually, I am still too weak and too restricted to human relationships. I should be like in the demon clan... Without millions of life shocks, no one would take me to heart. If you see it, anyone wants to mess with me and step on me..."

weak?!

Too restricted to human relationships?!

Dongfang Haoran closed his mouth and took a deep breath. He found that... the blood and blood that was almost uncontrollable in his heart had calmed down in Yun Yang's words...

So you cured my devilish crisis?

You are so great!...

Ximen turned over and let out a puff, and two white mist sprayed out of his nostrils, spurting straight out three meters away, as if it was solid.

If the two nosebleeds were followed, they should be very imposing and stylish!

"In other words, the more than thirty masters of the Holy Son who accompanied me in the Holy Son of the West Heaven Holy Palace have all died in your hands." Ximen turned over and said all the sadness and joy that could not be expressed in his debut.

"Hmm?! I originally thought you would be grateful to me, but I was wrongly judged?" Yun Yang said coldly.

Given Ximen's overturned attitude just now, Yun Yang was very dissatisfied with the Lord of the Xitian Holy Palace, so he spoke quite rudely.

After all, a considerable number of the current situation are made by the three palace masters who work hard to promote it. They work hard and are almost dead and alive. They have not suffered any benefits. They are still resentful and criticized. Even though they know that Ximen has lost his son and lost his disciples, and has lost many capable subordinates, their mood is greatly affected, Yun Yang still chooses to retort and respond coldly.
To be continued...