Gradually, Ye Yang wiped his tears, looked at the terrifying scars on Yun Xiaoxi's shoulders, and couldn't help but murmur: "Xiaoxi, what did I do? I almost killed you, right?"

Yun Xiaoxi shook his head quickly and squeezed out a smile: "No, no, you defeated Youquan and Xuanming two guardians, Ziyu, you did a beautiful job."

"No……"

Ye Yang turned around and looked at the desolate above and below the Shura Mountain. The True Fire Sword cut a terrifying sword net on the earth, almost tearing the earth apart. It was hard to believe that this almost god-like power would come from his own hands. Ye Yang couldn't help but tremble all over, gritted his teeth, and shouted in a low voice: "The Fire God has transformed into the third level of realm, what is this? What is the power that cannot be controlled by him? What is it for?"

As he said that, Ye Yang looked at Yun Xiaoxi and said, "Can I abandon the identity of the Fire God Warrior by releasing the bloodline of the Fire God Clan in my body?"

"You...what do you want to do?" Yun Xiaoxi opened her beautiful eyes widened.

Ye Yang murmured: "I will transform next time. Once I can't control myself, I will kill you, Tianhe, Second Uncle, and Everyone... I can't take risks, I can't let my hands be covered with your blood, I can't destroy the most cherished person with my own hands..."

As he said that, Ye Yang raised his head and said, "Xiaoxi, you go, I'm going to save Sister Zengxuan. I know that there is still a powerful aura hidden in the Shura Palace, so powerful that even if I transform in the third level, I may not be able to withstand it. So, leave quickly, I must save Sister Zengxuan and leave here..."

Yun Xiaoxi pursed her red lips and said softly: "I won't leave, Ziyu, I won't leave..."

"you……"

...

At this moment, the earth suddenly shaking, and the entire Shura Mountain was shrouded in boundless blood. A blood-red formation floated and covered the earth. The center of the formation was a huge dark box, like a huge metal coffin.

"That's..." Yun Xiaoxi was confused,

Ye Yang's eyes sterned and shouted in a low voice: "The black thing actually... the breath of Sister Zengxuan came from. Oh my God, they locked Sister Zengxuan inside."

Yun Xiaoxi was shocked: "That... Could it be the legendary artifact of Shura Palace, the God-locking Coffin."

"Locking the God Coffin."

"Well, the magic weapon made of meteorite from outside the sky is poured into Fuxi's Taixu's true power. After the Taixu Sect was split into the Shura Hall and the Qingyoumen Sect, the locked god coffin was stolen by the Shura Hall. According to legend, the locked god coffin is a super sealed space. Once it is locked into the locked god coffin, it will never be reborn, and even the gods cannot transcend."

Yun Xiaoxi's beautiful eyes were filled with horror and said, "Ziyu, even if we can enter the God-Locking Coffin, we can't come out again. What should we do? What should we do?"

Ye Yang shouted lightly, holding the true fire sword, the sword tip pointed straight into the sky, shouting: "Who is the one who locked Sister Zengxuan in the God-locking Coffin and get out for me."

At this time, a distant and deep voice came: "Young man, you are the descendant of the Fire God clan. Haha, the legendary head of the six guardian warriors is indeed well-known. It can actually defeat the two guardians under my seat and defeat the four elders. How can you let me, the lord of the Shura Palace, thank you?"

"What."

Yun Xiaoxi looked up at the sky, and saw thunder roaring in the sky, dark clouds were covered with wind, and a strong wind was raging. In the strong wind, a red and black figure stood there, motionless, unable to see clearly, and was covered in a black robe. However, the power that was almost a god was enough to make Yun Xiaoxi, Ye Yang discouraged.

"Oh my God, this is... Is this Xuan Lian, the master of the Shura Palace, known as the world's most powerful person?"

"Xuan Lian." Ye Yang was shocked,

In the air, Xuan Lian couldn't help laughing: "It's true that he is the most proud disciple under the seat of the Qingyoumen Fox Moon. Yun Xiaoxi, I have been with you for a long time, and I can't help but covet her, a talented but beautiful disciple. If I could have a disciple like you who stepped into the third level of the starry sky at a young age, I would have given you all my gifts."

Yun Xiaoxi snorted: "Didn't you take away the scum of Huo Pl as a disciple?"

Xuan Lian laughed in a low voice and said, "Little girl, don't be angry. I don't want to kill you today. You can leave on your own, but Ye Yang, huh, you bully me, there is no one in the Shura Palace, and you dare to break into the Shura Palace, hurt my disciples, and kill me, Youquan Guardian. I will settle this account with you one by one."

...

Before he finished speaking, Xuan Lian suddenly rushed over, and huge pressure enveloped him. Yun Xiaoxi felt his chest was dull and could hardly lift up a trace of power. He could only barely block Ye Yang's sword in front of him.

"court death."

Xuan Lian raised his palm, and his extremely powerful force slapped Yun Xiaoxi's chest. Suddenly, Yun Xiaoxi's mouth spitted blood and fell away, as if he was a kite with a broken string.

Deadly silent, the breath of Yun Xiaoxi disappeared in an instant,

"The stream..."

Ye Yang murmured, but he didn't believe that the flower-like girl disappeared like this. The next moment, without warning, Ye Yang's whole body was filled with golden light, and his eyes were covered with blood red again. Yun Xiaoxi's death made him enter the state of gods and demons without any obstacles.

"The dog thief killed by heaven."

Ye Yang waved the True Fire Sword, and a flaming sword energy floated out from the air.

Xuan Lian looked stern, with a wave of one palm, and a "bang" sounded lightly and swung Ye Yang's attack. His figure rushed forward, and his palms staggered and strangled continuously.

"Bang bang bang."

With three consecutive sounds, Ye Yang watched helplessly as the True Fire Sword was broken into three pieces by Xuan Lian. Under Xuan Lian's nearly godly power, the second-grade divine weapon was so fragile.

"Wow."

Ye Yang raised his arm, and the flames surged, and suddenly burst out the energy of the dragon scale storm. The entire sky was illuminated. The energy of the four flame dragons penetrated the clouds and quickly swept through Xuan Lian's body.

"Boom boom boom..."

The continuous burst sound was deafening, and the world seemed to be about to be torn apart. The storm of dragon scales was constantly strangling. No one knew whether the mysterious sickle in the storm was life or death.

...

The transformation of gods and demons almost exhausted Ye Yang's bloodline. He gasped roughly. However, under his eyes, the dragon scale storm was suddenly torn apart. Xuan Lian put his hands behind him, his expression was high, his eyes looked down at Ye Yang, and he shouted in a low voice: "You have such cultivation at a young age. If you have practiced for thousands of years, it would be great. It seems that this time I will be able to keep you no matter what.

"boom."

With his five fingers open, Xuan Lian silently chanted the spell, and his palm turned into a ray of light and came overwhelmed by the earth. He suddenly grabbed Ye Yang in his palm, and then threw it in the air.

"Lock the God Coffin, open."

...

Ye Yang was extremely weak, his hair turned from dark gold to black, leaving his transformation state, and his whole person was twisted into another space, which was the legendary God-locking Coffin.

"Bang."

He fell softly to the ground, and Ye Yang's eyes were filled with tears and murmured: "Little Stream..."

"Huh."

Another voice sounded, Ye Yang raised his head, but found that on the other end of the Locking God Coffin, there was a beautiful woman sitting on a pile of rugged rocks, wearing red clothes, sitting there, a pair of pink barefoots rippling in the air, with delicate faces, like a youthful fairy,

"Zeng...Sister Zengxuan." Ye Yang murmured,
Chapter completed!