Fantasy: My Brothers Are All Sons Of Fortune

Right at Luotianmen, Saint found out that he might die soon, so he immediately sent a sound transmission to those surviving strong men, telling them to try their best to escape.

The Luotianmen Venerable Realm experts who fought fiercely with the four sects also noticed the strangeness in the skinny old man's body at this time, and all showed expressions of shock.

An unprecedented fear rose from the bottom of my heart.

"Saint, that's Saint, what is the origin of this Yutian Pavilion, Saint can kill it."

"escape!"

Everyone's voices erupted in unison at this moment, and immediately, everyone scattered like birds and fled in all directions.

Seeing the Luotianmen and Wuchen Pavilion people retreating in all directions, the four major sects did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but stood where they were and smiled after victory.

However, at The next moment, their smiles froze on their faces.

Those who fled were suddenly blocked back by an invisible formation energy shield.

At the critical moment, they were stunned for a moment, and the next moment began to bombard the formation of the holy steps indiscriminately.

It's a pity that this is the formation of the holy rank, and these powerful people in the dignified state can't shake the existence of the slightest.

Yang Xuan waited for them to bombard them indiscriminately for a long time before he said indifferently: "Have you smashed enough? Come on, go on, come on... No matter what Martial Skill Supernatural Power, I will give you another half an hour .Otherwise, there will be no chance in the future.”

The dignified powerhouses in the formation light curtain are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered at this moment. Everyone looks at Yang Xuan, and a touch of despair gradually begins to appear in their eyes.

"Yang Xuan, you have to think clearly. If we really all die here, Luotianmen will definitely fight with you Yutian Pavilion at all costs. By that time, even if you Yutian Pavilion wins, you will lose eight of yourselves." Hundred."

One of them, an old man with half-white hair, deeply suppressed the despair in his heart, and said threatening words that he had no confidence in.

"Then don't smash it?" Yang Xuan didn't even look at the other party, and still said to himself: "Alright then, since you don't want to smash it, let's send you on your way."

"Wait!" Yan Shuyue came to Yang Xuan and reminded: "Master Yang, if you are like this, there is really no room for peace with Luo Tianmen."

"Yes, Pavilion Master Yang. You have already demonstrated the strength of Yutian Pavilion. As long as you don't kill them all, I believe that Luotianmen will not trouble you again in the future, and will even take the initiative to court you, even if it is Surface." Xiang Zhong from Sixiang Pavilion also came to Yang Xuan to persuade him.

"Are you going to tell me that this is a potential rule for your nine Sects to survive with each other?" Yang Xuan glanced at the four Sects.

"That's right, Pavilion Master Yang, we seldom go to such an extreme. After all, if the Luotianmen fight together, it will also seriously damage our sect."

"You must know that there are many Sects under the Nine Sects who are always looking forward to our destruction, and then they will have the opportunity to obtain more resources, jump up and squeeze into the ranks of the Nine Sects."

Dan Qingyang of Zidan Shenzong also revealed the real reason for their hidden rules at this moment.

"Since everyone is so frank and considerate of me, let me tell you the truth in my heart. I, Yang Xuan, have no control over what kind of hidden rules you follow."

"But Luotianmen counted him as unlucky, just happened to provoke the early stage of my Yutian Pavilion, so it happened to use their destruction to justify our Yutian Pavilion."

The last sentence, Yang Xuan roared loudly.

Everyone around, including those powerful people in the formation, could hear it clearly.

It can be said that Yang Xuan's words represent that Yutian Pavilion officially declared war on Luotianmen and Wuchen Pavilion, an endless war to the death.

The eyes of everyone in Yutian Pavilion burst out with scorching light, and the blood in their whole body seemed to be boiling to the extreme.

Only the four major sects didn't look too good-looking, and they greeted Yang Xuan directly in their hearts, trying to pretend to be calm, but they couldn't hold back their expressions.

We can't control who you want to destroy, but don't pull us.

Yang Xuan also knew what the four sects were thinking, but at the moment Yang Xuan turned a deaf ear to them.

"Yang Xuan, you will definitely regret your actions today.",

"Haha, Yang Xuan, you must die."

"Yang Xuan, I'm just one step ahead of you."

"I, Wang Tian, ​​practiced for five thousand years before I reached the ninth rank of the current state of respect. In the end, I died in exchange for the death of my body. Even if I die, I will only die in the hands of my own."

"burst!"

In the blink of an eye, Wuyou's body swelled up like a balloon.

boom!

An earth-shattering explosion resounded through the sky here.

It's a pity that within the Holy Formation, it clearly has the power to destroy the world, but it dissipates in the world like a bloody firework in an instant.

This seemed to be a signal that although some people were not reconciled, they did not want to die in humiliation, let alone die in Yang Xuan's hands.

pom pom pom...

Successive sounds and thick blood-colored mist filled the entire Holy Formation.

Of course, not all dignified people have the courage to choose to blow themselves up.

They stared at the formation, hoping that the self-destruction of these people would bring them a miracle.

There are also some low-realm high-level powerhouses, who were affected by other self-exploding high-level powerhouses, and died on the spot.

a quarter of an hour later,

until all is quiet,

Bai Wanwan came out at this time, quietly watching everything in the formation, without the slightest fluctuation in his eyes, still indifferent and cold.

"I admire those who blew themselves up, but do the rest of you need to blew up? If so, I'll give you time."

Bai Wanwan took out the silver whisker, stroked the tip of the pen, and said flatly, "If you don't have the courage, then I'll send you off for the last time."

"etc......"

boom!

A person suddenly knelt down, "I am willing to submit to Yutian Pavilion as a servant, and I am willing to be an ox or a horse, just to let me live."

bang bang bang...

"I am willing to surrender, to be a cow and a horse, to be dealt with, and to ask Pavilion Master Yang to let me live."

"I am willing to surrender..."

"I am willing to surrender..."

Suddenly, half of the remaining two-thirds of the crowd knelt down, begging for mercy one after another.

"Dage, are you looking at this?"

Bai Wanwan was also a little dazed by this scene, the change of painting style disrupted the rhythm he was about to start killing.

"killed!"

Yang Xuan's words were like thunder, blasting in the minds of the four Sect people.

The two words that revealed infinite murderous intent made the people in the four major sects shudder, and they looked at Yang Xuan with a little more awe in their eyes.

Yang Xuan's sternness completely frightened them. At this moment, they were very glad that they did not become enemies with Yang Xuan, thinking that this guy was a lunatic.