Yang Wenjun held the long sword in his hand, and his hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Over the years, no matter what kind of opponent Yang Wenjun encountered, he rarely made himself unable to fight. Even when facing an opponent who was countless times stronger than himself, Yang Wenjun never ruthlessly.

As long as you have a sword in your hand, Yang Wenjun's confidence will always be there.

Although Yang Wenjun never set out his sword to kill people, her fighting spirit has never diminished.

As the successor of the Zhuxian Sword, Yang Wenjun will definitely encounter gods, kill gods, and kill Buddhas, no matter whenever he is in his hand. As long as Yang Wenjun has a sword in hand, even if he faces the most powerful people in the world, he will dare to draw his sword to face him.

Yang Wenjun is not only strong, but also crazy.

Under the Zhuxian Sword, there was no real defeat.

This is Yang Wenjun's confidence, and it is also the last confidence of Yang Wenjun over the years.

But now, Yang Wenjun's hand holding the sword was shaking, and his slender fingers turned white due to force. Yang Wenjun's eyes were full of surprise. Even if he tried all his best, he could not break the other party's protective energy at all.

The other party just stood there, allowing Yang Wenjun to rush his sword to attack.

Since entering the battlefield of gods and demons, Yang Wenjun has almost always been on the verge of life and death. His cultivation has long been incomparable, and his realm has directly reached the peak of the holy realm. Not to mention an ordinary half-step true immortal, even a strong man in the realm of the realm, Yang Wenjun knows that he has the power to fight.

However, now the other party is standing in front of him and letting the Zhuxian sword be raging. No matter how fierce the attack is, it cannot enter the other party.

The creature in black stood there with such a big thorn, standing with his hands behind his back.

Even if the other party was just standing there, it was like a mountain and abyss, as if it was still moving. Just a figure seemed to make people feel a little despair.

Yang Wenjun has fought countless enemies throughout his life, and has followed the old Pavilion Master and the God of War for many years. His vision is not comparable to ordinary creatures. But now when facing this creature in black, Yang Wenjun truly feels his insignificance and helplessness. That deep sense of powerlessness even makes Yang Wenjun feel extremely desperate.

"Give up, if the difference between you and me is between heaven and earth, river and sea, no matter how much you take action, it will never cause any substantial harm to me." The black-clothed creature sighed: "You have already achieved some cultivation at a young age. You are indeed one of the best people among the younger generation. If you apply it, your path may be further. It is not a wise move to block my path at this time."

Yang Wenjun gritted her teeth, and her face became more pale and powerless.

However, those eyes were like wounded beasts, staring at the other person's figure, and their eyes gradually turned red.

"It is already amazing that you can do this." The black-clothed creature sighed: "No matter whether you are in love or in love, what you do can be considered as the end of kindness. Just because of your disrespect to me, I can give you a death directly. Do you really want to anger someone like me for those who have nothing to do with you?"

The voice of the creature in black was filled with a hint of anger.

It seemed that all living beings would kneel in front of him, even if they just had a little bit of resistance, they would be a regret for him.

The sound is very cold.

However, the words were as calm as eating and drinking water, which was just a very ordinary thing.

Everything was so peaceful.

"Who are you?" A chill suddenly appeared in Yang Wenjun's eyes.

Even though he knew that it was impossible for him to be his opponent, he might even be wiped out as soon as he took action. However, at this time, Yang Wenjun's fighting spirit became stronger and stronger.

Knowing that it is invincible.

Knowing that there is no ability to fight against the enemy.

However, the fighting spirit cannot be lost, but the mood cannot be broken.

"Who am I? You, a little holy monk, deserve to ask me for my name?" The black-clothed creature laughed strangely: "Even if it is your master Shennongqi and Yang Tong, they dare not ask me for my name directly. What qualifications do you have? Of course, if you retreat, I am your senior after all, and I will not care about you."

Yang Wenjun's body was shocked, and his eyes were full of surprise.

The other party actually knew his origin.

Even the other party would not care about the background behind him. Even the old Pavilion Master and the God of War seemed to have nothing worth taking into account in the eyes of the other party.

However, Yang Wenjun did not take a step back.

Although the hand holding the sword was shaking, the fighting spirit on his body became stronger and stronger.

"You should pay attention to extraordinary things on the way you walk, and seek the perfection of your own Taoism through killing and fighting. It is indeed a person with great courage to do it." The black-clothed creature sighed: "But, just for the people behind you, are you really not afraid that I will kill you? Others are afraid of the background behind you Yang Wenjun, but in my eyes, your proud identities are nothing to me."

The creature in black raised his steps gently, but his whole body appeared in front of Yang Wenjun like a ghost, with his eyes almost approaching.

Yang Wenjun was shocked and swung the sword in his palm quickly.

However, before his long sword could be stabbed out, he suddenly felt a lighter in his palm, and the Zhuxian Sword had fallen directly into the other party's hands. The opponent's move was so fast and the tricks were so good that even Yang Wenjun could not see clearly even when he was face to face. Even if the other party took away the weapons in his hand, Yang Wenjun still didn't know what method he was using.

However, the other party did not attack Yang Wenjun, but his body returned to his original place like a ghost.

From beginning to end, the other party seemed to have never moved.

As if he was like a mountain and abyss, standing with his hands behind his back, it made people feel like he could not look directly. Even if he just took a look, the momentum would be like an invisible sword intent, which would directly make people feel aching in their eyes.

"Now, do you still want to take action?"

The creature in black sighed, and the eyes were filled with chill.

It seemed that there was disdain in the voice.

It seems to be persuading.

Although Yang Wenjun was still shocked, his eyes became more and more sharp.

Even at this time, Yang Wenjun's eyes became more resolute.

"Senior has a strong cultivation level, although I don't know how strong it is." Yang Wenjun sneered: "But I know one thing. No matter whether the senior is a holy realm, an immortal king realm, or a stronger existence, there is no difference between me. Either live or die, there is no other choice."

Yang Wenjun walked step by step towards the creature in black, his eyes bright and his steps were calm.

It seems that Yang Wenjun is not facing a powerful enemy who has exceeded his own limits, but an enemy who can be easily killed at any time.

The steps are light and firm.

However, every step Yang Wenjun took, his momentum seemed to rise a little.

Without the Zhuxian Sword, Yang Wenjun's fighting spirit seemed to be stronger.

The creature in black just looked at Yang Wenjun coldly, but didn't say a word. It seemed that there was no emotional change in the eyes of the creature in black from beginning to end.

"Maybe in the eyes of others, seniors are indeed unattainable existences, and disobedience is a death sentence." Yang Wenjun smiled long: "But in my eyes, no matter how strong the seniors are, they are no longer just a lifetime of immortality. You can kill me, Yang Wenjun, but if you want your aunt to surrender to you, you think too much."

Yang Wenjun's aura became stronger and stronger, and there was a faint sign that he seemed to be breaking through.

A strange color finally appeared in the eyes of the creature in black.

This woman who is just a holy realm is so strong that even if she just walks towards herself step by step, it will be enough to affect her mood?

Wunin did not bring back Asura's body.

For the demon race, every creature is born and raised by the earth. He received the gift of heaven and earth before his death. After his death, his body is buried with the heaven and earth and gives back to all spirits.

This is the destination of the demon creatures.

It is also the ultimate fate of all demon creatures over millions of years.

Death is not unfamiliar to the creatures of the demon race, because they have become accustomed to too much death. Even among their own tribes, the demon race sometimes takes action without hesitation due to certain interests.

Born is birth.

Death means death.

During his lifetime, he was fighting against the sky and the earth.

After death, Angelica returns to the world.

The only reason why Wuzui was angry was that Asura shouldn't have had an accident at this time. Moreover, Asura was the most powerful figure among the younger generation of the demon race, and his cultivation was extremely dazzling among the younger generation. He even gave Asura enough time. With Asura's ability, he would definitely be a strong man who could not be as good as Yang Wenjun on the battlefield of gods and demons in the future.

However, a genius who has not grown up will never be considered a genius.

Only those who can truly walk far away on the road ahead and take their steps to the extreme step by step can ultimately achieve the reality of genius.

Genius, the one who has to go far is genius.

A genius who died on the road can only be considered a pretty good seedling at most.

When he returned to the inn, Wuzui seemed to be in a state of dismay.

Such a blow will never be good for anyone, especially this time the matter is of great significance. Even Wuzui knew that he had forced the demons to the Jedi. Wuzui had even thought about it on his way back and had made plans to apologize to Mo Wujiao. As for the final outcome, it still needs the Demon Lord's approval,,,,,,,,,

However, the entourage members in the inn had already packed their luggage, which made Wuzui feel a little depressed.

Such a situation almost made Wu Zui stunned.

Although Asura was the master of responding to the human race's armistice and covenant, he was still a general of the demon clan, and his status was far above Asura. Now Asura has just happened to something, and it is logical that all matters of all sizes should be asked for instructions before he can take action.

But what are the actions of these entourages now?

Could it be that after Asura died, all the entourages no longer took their general seriously and began to rebel?

"General, the great priest has given instructions. When the general comes back, ask if the general can set off?"

"Your uncle, what do I do? When do you need to point fingers?" Wushu was furious and seemed to have already reached the verge of going wild: "Even if you want to go back, you have to ask for my advice. I nodded."

The entourage nodded repeatedly and said, each with strange expressions.

"Who did you just talk about?"

Wuzui seemed to remember something, and his face became strange.

When he looked at these followers again, Wuzui's eyes were a little confused. It seemed that he hadn't heard it clearly at all, which made Wuzui almost depressed.

"Great Priest, Asura."

A clear laughter sounded, and the follower who challenged him a few days ago walked out from behind.
To be continued...