Chapter 1672

"What are you talking about?" Yang Xuan stared at Sun Dahu with a pair of round eyes.

Sun Dahu thought he was wrong. He immediately shrunk his neck and asked timidly, "what's the matter?"

"What did you say just now? Say it again." Yang Xuan said to sun Dahu again.

"I... I said, don't you pick up the storage bag? There should be a lot of good things in it." Sun Dahu's voice was pitiful, but it was clearly transmitted to Yang Xuan's ear.

Then, he heard a crisp sound of "pa", and sun Dahu saw Yang Xuan slap himself. And listening to the loud voice and looking at the clear five finger prints left on his face, it was obvious that it was really hard.

Sun Dahu immediately stepped back and looked at Yang Xuan strangely. Although he didn't know Yang Xuan was crazy, he was not Yang Xuan's opponent now. Naturally, he had to step back subconsciously.

"I've never picked it up." Seeing sun Dahu's strange eyes, Yang Xuan couldn't help but explain.

Sun Dahu was relieved, but he restrained his impulse to laugh. He said to Yang Xuan with a regretful look: "you must remember that friend in the future."

Yang Xuan didn't answer, because if he said one more word on this question, he would whip the corpse again.

He fell towards the valley. On the ground, the treasures of Wu Xinghui people had been scattered on the ground. Yang Xuan quickly put them away. There are various magic tools in these things. Some have been damaged, but some can still be used after repair.

In addition, there are all kinds of rare materials. Hou an is worthy of being the head of an S-class mercenary regiment. In the crystal card he carries, there are not only three billion crystal stones, but also a treasure voucher.

After collecting all these things, excluding the treasure coupons, the rest is worth five billion yuan.

He glanced around the ground again and saw a earthy yellow short sword not far away, which was not impressive, but there was a huge animal pill at the edge of the sword, and the end of the hilt was still a lion's head.

"Lion heart sword, is it here?" Yang Xuan was surprised. The sword appeared at the auction just now. The final transaction price was 200 million. It was inlaid with a lion beast pill with the triple realm of immortals. After injecting spiritual power, it can summon a spirit lion beast with the same strength as the triple realm of immortals.

Yang Xuan was about to pick up the lion's heart sword, but suddenly he saw a foot on the lion's heart sword. He looked up and found that it was a thin old man.

"This is my stuff." The old man said, bending down to pick up the lion's heart sword.

But just then, a sword flashed and cleaved towards his arm. The black robe on his body was cut off by Yang Xuan, revealing his thin arm like dead wood.

The old man slapped Yang Xuan with his palm, and the huge force directly photographed Yang Xuan into the ground.

But the next moment, Yang Xuan rushed out directly from the ground. Unexpectedly, he clasped the old man's arm and fell over his shoulder, smashing the old man into the ground.

The old man jumped up again like a spring and rushed out of the ground with a ferocious look on his face.

"Boy, you're fine. You've successfully annoyed me." The old man in black robe said, and Yin came out of his body. The ground around him cracked, and a corpse came out of the ground.

"Vajra corpse?" Yang Xuan was stunned. The body surface of these corpses exuded metallic luster, green face and tusks, which was very terrible, and also sent out a smell of stench.

"Young man, your knowledge is good, but it won't save your life." The old man in Black said, his hooked nose towering, and the wrinkles on his old face seeped like an ancient painting thousands of years ago.

With a wave of his arms, he aimed at Yang Xuan, and the King Kong corpses around him rushed towards Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan was not alarmed. Just now, during the natural disaster, his God of war power had run to the third level. Although the old man in black robe was an expert in the realm of God general, he was not good at power, which meant that Yang Xuan had the power to fight with him.

As for these Vajra corpses, they can't hurt Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan waved the immortal sword. The Phoenix Sky fire covered the immortal sword. Several sword Qi were waved, and these Vajra corpses were cut into pieces.

The old man was suddenly surprised, but he recognized the flame covered on Yang Xuan's immortal sword at a glance and exclaimed, "Phoenix Sky fire? How is it possible? Hasn't Phoenix Sky fire already disappeared in the sky? How can it appear here?"

"There are many things you don't know." With a sneer, Yang Xuan went straight to the old man. The long sword in his hand gathered sharp sword Qi and shouted, "evil filth is heavy, clear and bright, turbid Qi is eliminated, and ghost spirit is broken."

Then, a small sword breath flew out of the blade and went straight to the old man's chest.

The old man stepped back a few steps, and a black air flew out of his sleeve robe and collided with the sword air, producing a strong wind that lifted Yang Xuan back.

They retreated dozens of steps at the same time. Dozens of Vajra corpses appeared underground again and rushed towards Yang Xuan recklessly. The old man was standing not far away, the marks in his hands were constantly changing, and a red circle appeared under his feet.

Yang Xuan waved dozens of swords one after another, and these diamonds immediately turned into pieces. But at the same time, the ground under the old man's feet had cracked, and a blue zombie came out of the ground.

"Fly puppet, kill him." The old man said, pointing to Yang Xuan. The blue zombie made a sharp and harsh sound and rushed towards Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan's face suddenly became dignified, and his two sharp claws grabbed Yang Xuan's throat. Yang Xuan waved his immortal sword and collided with the flying puppet. Unexpectedly, only a white mark was left on him.

"Ice brake."

Yang Xuan drank fiercely. The flying puppet was wrapped by a thick layer of solid ice, but he immediately broke free.

"Damn it, why is this thing so strong?" Yang Xuan waved his numb arm. Just now, they just collided, and the immortal sword almost came out.

He said, the blood armor covered his body, and a layer of Phoenix Sky fire wrapped the blood armor.

Murderous Qi emanated from Yang Xuan's body. The temperature around him decreased again because of the accumulation of Yin Qi.

Yang Xuan no longer had a hard encounter with the flying puppet, but was constantly involved in order to delay the flying puppet.

The old man in black robe saw that Yang Xuan was so flexible and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. He condensed his fingerprints again. The black gas floated out of his robe and spread along the ground into a black deep pool.

"Ghost hand prison!!!"

Yang Xuan was chased by flying puppets and stepped on the ground. In the black deep pool, countless black palms grabbed Yang Xuan's feet and dragged him down.

"Get out of here." Yang Xuan immediately shouted angrily. There was a Phoenix Sky fire on his feet, forcibly scattered these ghost hands, and then fled quickly to the distance.