This place is surrounded by mountains, and in the vast night, it is deathly silent.
Starting from the mountainside, a layer of light mist enveloped the entire Yinsha Mountain. Standing outside the mist, it was like looking at flowers in the mist. The scene inside was blurry and it was impossible to see the entire mountain.
Just on the mountainside, on a mountain wall that looks like a knife, the words "Yinsha Sect" are clearly engraved.
The writing is vigorous and sinister.
Suddenly.
A demon rat sprang out from the grass, as if it had seen something delicious, and rushed towards the mist.
But as soon as it came into contact with the mist, the mist surged up as if it had spiritual power, and gradually turned into a rope composed of dozens of finger-thick mist, suddenly entangling the demon rat.
Immediately, it tightened tighter and tighter, and the demon rat made a few "clicks" inside its body. There was a crisp sound of broken bones, and it let out a mournful cry, then collapsed to the ground, and saw that it was no longer alive.
But those dozens of mist ropes were freed from the demon rat's body. They merged into the light mist and disappeared.
After a hundred breaths.
On the originally peaceful mountainside, a white light door suddenly appeared, and then, a black figure walked out of the light door.
This is a young man about seventeen or eight years old, with long flowing hair, bright eyes, and an aura that is as pure as dust.
However, at this moment, the young man's body was filled with cold murderous thoughts.
It’s Ye Xuan!
He frowned slightly, looked at the fog formation in front of him, his pupils turned, his face showed a thoughtful look, and he murmured, "What a powerful sect-protecting formation."
After standing there and pondering for a while, Ye Xuan's attention was attracted by the three ancient characters on the mountain wall. His eyes suddenly turned cold, and he snorted coldly in his nose, "What a Yinsha Sect."
But he saw a flash of golden light in his hand, and with a sudden wave, a huge golden palm appeared in the void.
An extremely domineering aura spread out from the golden giant palm. Like ripples of water, the aura washed over the place, and the void trembled slightly involuntarily.
"Broken!" Ye Xuan shouted softly.
The giant palm of golden light made a 'buzz' sound and struck hard towards the mountain wall with the words.
‘Boom~~~’
Suddenly, the ground shook, rocks scattered, and smoke filled the air.
The mountain wall with a height of more than ten feet was directly smashed into pieces.
"Who dares to destroy the stone wall carved by the ancestor of my 'Yin Sha Sect'!!"
A loud shout came from a distance, and two figures flashed out of the mist. They were two strong men wearing purple robes.
The two men were tall and tall, with ferocious faces and fleshy faces. They each held a long-handled giant ax in their hands. When they saw Ye Xuan, they couldn't help but sweep the two giant axes from left to right with terrifying momentum.
"Hmph, just two Martial Emperors." A trace of disdain flashed in Ye Xuan's eyes. He bent his right index finger and thumb and flicked them lightly.
‘Clang, clang.’
Two sounds of gold and iron clashing suddenly sounded, and the two strong men suddenly felt a strong force coming from the axe. Their mouths were numb and they could not hold it in their hands. The two tomahawks, which were a foot long, flew out of their hands. , fell on the ground not far away.
Looking carefully, there is a gap as thick as a finger on the blades of the two giant axes. It was obviously a gap that was forced out by the force of the fingers.
"You...you are a saint!!??"
The two strong men had a look of horror in their eyes, turned around and fled back.
"Now that you're here, don't leave."
Ye Xuan flicked two more fingers and came out. He didn't know why the strong man of the Pang family got entangled with the Yinsha Sect, but now that he is here, it will be bloody and will not end.
'Whoosh! Whoosh!'
The two fingers struck the two strong men in the back of the head with an ear-piercing whistling sound.
'Bang, bang.'
With two muffled sounds, the heads of the two strong men were shot through and they fell heavily to the ground.
Ye Xuan walked to the two corpses and took a jade talisman from the waist of one of them into his hand.
He casually put the jade talisman on his body, floated up, and flew into the mist formation.
As soon as he came into contact with the mist, the jade talisman on his body emitted a layer of hazy gleaming light, enveloping his entire body. The mist that could be turned into a rope of astonishing power did not change at all, and he was allowed to pass through it.
Through the mist, what appeared in Ye Xuan's eyes was a large square.
In the distance, there are rows of magnificent palaces.
There were misty clouds and mist surrounding those palaces, which gave them an air of immortality.
On the square, there were dozens of disciples practicing formations. When they saw the young man in black floating in from the fog formation, they all couldn't help but be stunned.
A man who looked like an elder with a black knife in his hand and scars on his face couldn't help but frowned, stepped forward and asked, "Stop, who are you?"
Ye Xuan was speechless and expressionless. He just stared at the man with cold eyes and stretched out his right hand, blooming with a golden light.
"Buzz!" For a moment, the figure of the scar-faced elder couldn't help but stagnate, and he felt that the space around him suddenly tightened.
At this moment, a giant golden hand suddenly appeared above his head, and Duotou grabbed him.
This giant hand seemed to be covering the sky and the sun. When it was opened, it covered a radius of ten feet, tightly covering the scar-faced elder man, and its power was astonishing.
"What!? Ah!!" The scar-faced elder screamed, unable to resist at all, and was grabbed by the golden hand and held in the palm of his hand.
‘Bang~~~’
There was a muffled sound, and drops of blood flowed from the fingers of the giant hand. The scar-faced elder did not even scream, but was crushed to pieces by Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan took his hand back, his face was cold, and he shouted, "Pang Long, ancestors of the Yinsha Sect, I, Ye Xuan, have come to attend the appointment. Hand over the person to me quickly, otherwise, I will wipe out this world!!" "
There was silence in the square.
Those warrior disciples of Yin Sha Sect seemed to have not recovered from Ye Xuan's shocking palm just now. Dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at the pile of minced meat on the ground.
Their elder Zhu was at the early stage of the Martial Emperor Realm, so how could he be caught and crushed to death like this?
"Mr. Mu, do you want to be a coward?" Ye Xuan's voice sounded again.
It shook the whole world and echoed in the night sky. The voice was full of fierce domineering power.