Of the three thousand core Tianfu disciples, two thousand were killed or injured, and only ten thousand of the twenty thousand inner and outer disciples were left.
And all of this was caused by the West, which made Yang Tian not angry.
At this moment, veins bulged on the young man's forehead. Although he was silent, everyone knew that this was the quiet before the storm.
Mr. Yang was angry.
I remember that last time when the young man was angry, he destroyed the entire demon clan, and then the Corpse Emperor. In the end, the three forces joined forces and were defeated.
This time, none of them bastards can escape.
"I will make them pay an unbearable price."
The young man roared low in his throat, his voice hoarse.
These bastards in the West have completely angered him. In this case, no one can leave here alive.
He slowly walked over, and when he reached Wangchen's side, the old man coughed up a mouthful of blood and said weakly: "Hunter, from now on, you will be responsible for guarding this world. Promise me that you will not lose!"
Yang Tian nodded respectfully.
Judging from the traces of the battle on the battlefield now, it was not difficult for him to see how tragic the battle just now was.
The old man in front of him burned his life to resist the invasion of these powerful men from the West.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to delay him from waking up. Yang Tian naturally respects such a strong man.
He knew that the old man would die soon, so he said softly: "Do you have any last wishes? I will help you fulfill them."
Not everyone can get the promise from Immortal Emperor Po Tian.
The old man deserves his promise
Taoist Wangchen chuckled and said, "I want to see your victory before I die, can I do it?"
Yang Tian looked at the Elf King Dragon King and the Twelve-Winged Holy Angel with cold eyes, then pursed his lips and said: "Do it with all your might!"
"Hahaha, good, good, good!"
At this moment, Wangchen's originally pale face turned red again.
"The old Taoist is waiting here, waiting for you to defeat the West with your own strength."
The young man nodded, and then slowly walked towards the Elf King and others.
"Are you ready to die?"
Yang Tian raised the fairy sword in his hand to suppress the demon, his eyes were blood red and his tone was cold.
"Arrogant."
At this time, the Dragon King stood up and growled coldly: "Boy, do you know who you are talking to? With your cultivation level, any one of the three of us can kill you."
"oh?"
Yang Tian raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Then you come out and give it a try? Even the big lizards in the West dare to call themselves dragon kings. You guys really dare to put gold on your faces."
"you wanna die."
When the Dragon King heard Yang Tian's provoking method, he instantly became furious. He himself has a bad temper. Now that he saw someone of a lower level than him mocking the Dragon Clan like this, he naturally couldn't let him go.
"Today I will let you taste the price of offending the Dragon Clan."
After saying that, when he was about to rush forward, the twelve-winged holy angel on the side stopped him directly.
"Stop it first, the other party is not as simple as it seems on the surface,"
The face of the twelve-winged holy angel was wary, because the terrifying fluctuations emanating from the heaven just now must have been emanated from him.
The fluctuation made even him palpitate.
Being able to draw out the laws of heaven and earth, this state is collectively called the Immortal State in the East.
It was even more powerful than them and existed on a par with the Western gods.
The twelve-winged holy angel does not believe that Yang Tian is a god, but he should not be underestimated
The Dragon King also stopped walking, but still stared at Yang Tian with a ferocious look on his face.
Yang Tian sighed at it, and then spoke disdainfully: "After all, you are just a timid lizard. You don't even have the courage to fight with me. What qualifications do you have to set foot on this land? You are here to embarrass yourself.
Of?"
This sentence made the Dragon Emperor so angry that he almost lost his mind.
But at this moment, Yang Tian's eyes moved elsewhere.
Although there was only one young man, standing in front of the entire West, he was so shocked that hundreds of thousands of onlookers did not dare to speak.
He looked around at the Pope, Kyle Harvey, Will and others, and spoke in a cold and gloomy tone: "This time, whoever is in charge must step forward with dignity."
"snort."
The Pope snorted angrily and walked out of the crowd. He said in a low voice: "I planned this matter. What do you want?"
"Are you the Pope of the Western Church?"
Yang Tian raised his eyelids slightly, and his fiery red eyes gave the Pope a deep fear.
"So what if it's me?"
"It's fine if it's you."
The young man smiled, very brightly, but behind the bright smile was a deep-seated chill.
"Since it's you, then every injustice has its own owner, every debt has its own owner, every grievance has its own owner, every grievance has its own owner, every grievance has its owner... and every grievance has its owner!"
When he said the last two words, Yang Tian's whole body burst out with terrifying aura, and the ice-blue sword energy of Immortal Sword Suppressing Demon covered the entire world.
A terrifying force slashed hard at the Pope.
The power was earth-shaking, and everyone was shocked when they saw this scene.
This young man who is weak and has silver hair and looks like he is dying is so strong! (To be continued)
