After rebirth, the Xuanmen Patriarch was forced to be deified

One second, Yan Xiyu was apologetic, and the next second his face was expressionless.

He stared at them coldly, those who had recovered their senses did not show the slightest pity in their eyes.

Based on his own cultivation, Yan Xiyu growled in a loud voice: "If you want to live, you can leave by yourself. There will be someone outside the door to meet you and send you away from Shen's house!"

When he came, he brought tall, rich and handsome, and dozens of inner disciples of the Yan family who were not low in cultivation.

Yan Xiyu, who is the head of the young family, has a group of dead men who his father trained for him since he was a child.

When he came up, he ordered those people to stay downstairs and wait for orders.

The people in the house listened to Yan Xiyu's words verbatim.

Although they were controlled before, they clearly knew what happened.

They looked at the torn corpses on the ground in the house, and the person with the unbroken leg got up from the ground, hugged the broken arm, and ran out the door.

The speed of escape seemed to be chased by evil spirits.

A person with a broken leg is also very agile.

They propped their arms on the ground, restored the crawling instinct of ancient times, and crawled towards the door at a slow speed.

In just tens of seconds, everyone in the house fled.

Master Bazin's eyes were wide open, the eyeballs were about to protrude, and he was completely enraged.

He didn't expect Yan Xiyu to be able to untie the restrictions he had placed on those people, and even untie his illusion.

Two clusters of flames rose in Master Bazin's eyes, and he stared at Yan Xiyu coldly.

His voice was hoarse, and his tone was extremely cold: "Since the introductions for my cultivation are gone, you will replace them yourself!"

After the words fell, Bazin didn't give Yan Xiyu a chance to react, and rushed in front of Yan Xiyu full of anger.

The two fought again, and Yan Xiyu obviously felt strenuous.

Master Bazin is not only an ancient warrior, but also a mystic master.

He noticed that Yan Xiyu's force value had dropped, and quickly made a tactic with both hands, and a strong black mist filled his body.

The cold and evil spirit quickly enveloped Yan Xiyu, making him lose his ability to move.

Master Bazin let out a sinister laugh from his nostrils triumphantly, and walked in front of Yan Xiyu with confident steps.

His eyes were cold, his face was full of covetousness, and he said arrogantly: "Even if you are the Yan family, you are still going to die in my hands!"

Yan Xiyu sensed something was wrong, and immediately shouted: "Fu Shuai!"

"Subordinates are here!"

As soon as the voice fell, more than a dozen black figures appeared in the room out of thin air.

The crowd headed by Gao Fushuai rushed towards Master Bazan in a swarm.

Master Bazin stared at them mockingly, waved his sleeves, and the black evil spirit remaining on his body instantly shook away more than a dozen acquired masters.

The evil spirit on his body is still very lethal.

There was almost no chance for Gao Fushuai and others to get close.

Master Bazin was so proud of himself, he walked around Yanxi Island with happy steps.

He mocked: "It's just a bunch of clowns, the Yan family? It's nothing more than that!"

Yan Xiyu's eyes drooped, and seeing Gao Fushuai lying on the ground, he didn't even have any ability to fight back.

He gritted his teeth and walked against the blood, breaking through the restriction at the risk of being backlashed.

Yan Xiyu mobilized more power from his dantian, and fought with the proud man in front of him again.

Master Bazin saw that he was so difficult to deal with, and cursed angrily: "I don't know how to live or die!"

He was going to beat Yan Xiyu half to death, and then absorb the vitality and skill of the opponent.

There was Shen Zhenqing in the front, and Yan's family sent him to the door later, it was God helping him.

With the addition of the skills of the two ancient warriors in the innate realm, there is no need to worry that he will not be able to break through the innate realm and practice Dzogchen in the later stage.

Master Bazan's sinister eyes flashed, and he couldn't wait to use Yan Xiyu's skill for his own use.

However, when he attacked the dantian in Yanxiyu with his palm, and was about to incapacitate the opponent, something happened suddenly.

A powerful golden light burst out from Yan Xiyu's body, shaking Master Bazin several meters away.

The sudden force split the evil spirit in the air.

Immediately afterwards, behind Yan Xiyu appeared a phantom of the immemorial righteous god Fuxi the Great who was tall enough to occupy the height of the entire house, wearing a golden armor, full of majesty and domineering, and with two horns on his head.

The phantom of Emperor Fuxi was dressed in gold, and the golden ribbon floating in the void was wrapped around Yan Xiyu, whose lips were stained with blood and who was already extremely weak.

Nanyan Manor.

Second floor, guest room.

Pei Yinan stared at the bed in front of him with deep eyes, and found that the quilt spread on the bed shook, and immediately began to channel his true energy.

Qiao Luoyan, who was sitting on the sofa, had recovered a lot of strength.

Noticing that there was a change in the talisman formation, he immediately sat up straight.

Qiao Luoyan's cold voice sounded slowly in the room: "Jiuye, please keep sending your true energy, don't stop."

There was movement in the talisman formation, which meant that Yan Xiyu had already fought against Bazin and lost.

Once Pei Yinan stops sending true energy, Yan Xiyu will lose the protection of the ancient righteous god Fuxi the Great.

Pei Yinan said without turning his head, "Don't worry, I'm here!"

His gentle and steady melodious voice soothed Qiao Luoyan's restless heart.

It seems that with Pei Yinan around, she really doesn't need to worry about everything.

Shen family.

The phantom of the ancient righteous god Fuxi the Great, like a patron saint, firmly protected Yan Xiyu in front of him.

His pair of golden pupils, with majestic gaze, stared at Master Bazin like an ant.

When Master Bazin appeared when Emperor Fuxi appeared, all the arrogance around him disappeared.

He raised his head and stared in horror at the phantom of Emperor Fuxi who was a few meters tall and full of oppression, with a horrified expression on his face, fear emanating from the inside out.

Bazin's pupils trembled, his lips opened and closed, and he murmured in a low voice: "The evil god! The evil god has descended into the world, and the prophet's prediction has been verified."

A few years ago, the prophet had predicted that when the evil god came to the world, Huoyun Ama Temple would face the danger of destruction.

They must get the treasure of the Pei family, and they will do whatever it takes to get it.

Only by obtaining the treasure of the Pei family can the Huoyun Ama Temple continue for thousands of years, and the prophet can still become a god believed in by people.

Those who win the treasure of the Pei family can defy the sky and become gods, and gain real eternal life.

Right now, as described by the prophet, an evil god wearing a golden suit of armor descended into the world, and also had an inseparable relationship with the Yan family. Master Bazin felt his scalp tingle.

Yan Xiyu was also very shocked at the moment when the ancient righteous god Fuxi the Great appeared, and he was no less surprised than Bazin.

However, he did not feel complacent, but became more cautious.

Bazin must be killed today!

Otherwise, I don't know how many innocent lives this person will hurt.

Seeing Master Bazin staring up at the miracle behind him in a daze, Yan Xiyu broke out at the fastest speed in his life and rushed in front of Master Bazin.

Without the slightest preparation from the opponent, Yan Xiyu directed his right hand, which was concentrated with all the strength in his body, towards Master Bazin's dantian, and struck hard.

"puff!"

Master Bazin was caught off guard and spewed a lot of blood from his mouth.

The blood mist sprayed in the void, forming a short and beautiful scene.

In the next second, his body hit the wall hard.

Yan Xiyu rushed forward quickly to reap the opponent's life.

Bazin sensed danger, and at a critical moment, he raised his trembling arms and made a tactic with both hands.

The thicker black mist than before quickly enveloped his whole body.

Yan Xiyu waved his hands in the black mist, reaching out to grab someone, but found nothing.

When all the black evil energy dissipated, Master Bazin had disappeared.

Gao Fushuai and others got up from the ground, came behind Yan Xiyu, and knelt on the ground one after another.

"Your subordinate is ineffective, please punish the young master!"

Yan Xiyu, whose back was facing them, had a sinister expression on his exquisitely handsome face, and a cold aura exuded from his whole body.

Bazin was allowed to escape. The other party was seriously injured. In order to recover from the injury, he would definitely continue to kill innocent people.

A deep and cold voice came out from Yan Xiyu's beautiful thin lips: "In my name, notify the Sitian Bureau immediately, and order them to go all out to hunt down Master Bazin, and kill anyone they see!"

Gao Fushuai immediately cupped his hands, and responded in a deep voice: "Yes, young Patriarch!"

Although Master Bazan escaped, Yan Xiyu did not leave the Shen family.

He turned and went to the next room.

Inside the house, Shen Zhendong, Shen Xiyan, and Shen Zhenqing's eldest son, Shen Xikai, were all tied up and locked in the house.

That's why the Shen family didn't show up when Yan Xiyu fought Bazin.

Yan Xiyu walked into the room with chilling steps, his cold eyes glanced at the members of the Shen family dressed in black.

His thin lips moved slowly: "Do you know who I am?"

The deep voice dragged a lazy ending, like a reminder from the darkness.

Fearless and fearless, Shen Zhendong met Yan Xiyu, looked him over, and said calmly, "You are from the Yan family."

Yan Xiyu nodded, and said in a playful tone: "Then you should also know the responsibility of the Yan family?"

Just as Shen Zhendong nodded, Yan Xiyu's voice changed.

He said sharply: "You Shen family are so brave, you dare to collude with people from Huoyun Ama Temple, you are really not afraid of extermination!"

Shen Zhendong seemed to have full confidence, with a smile on his somewhat disobedient face, and his whole body was calm and calm.

He said confidently: "My second brother is Master Bazin's apprentice, and has nothing to do with our Shen family. Now that my second brother is dead, my Shen family has nothing to do with them!"

Yan Xiyu took a deep look at Shen Zhendong.

He found that the other party was not as bullying as recorded in the information obtained by the Yan family.

Seeing the real person with his own eyes, he discovered that Shen Zhenqing had the same sinister aura as Master Bazin.

And as far as the other party knew that he was from the Yan family, no matter from the look in his eyes or his neglectful and contemptuous attitude, this person was not afraid of the Yan family at all.

Yan Xiyu's eyes dimmed, and he asked in a deep voice: "Is the kung fu practiced by your Shen family the same as Bazin's, where you want to steal the luck of living people to practice?"

When Shen Zhendong heard the words, those radiant eyes showed an innocence full of disobedience.

With a loud voice, he yelled at Yan Xiyu angrily: "Even if you are from the Yan family, you can't just pour dirty water on my Shen family!

Didn't the Yan family claim to be responsible for the safety of China's ancient martial arts world, why?Can't solve the foreign forces, but point the finger at our Shen family? "