C44 Jedi my name is xia yang!

"Underworld? How could this be? " Xia Yang and Qin Feng looked at each other.

The so called Wangchuan River was the most beautiful large river in the Underworld. There were countless vengeful spirits and evil spirits inside, sinister and terrifying. The most important thing was, didn't Wangchuan River have a legendary set of Nahor's Bridge? What about the bridge?

"There's a corpse in there!" Some people's eyesight were quite unique as they noticed the abnormality within the yellow river. Unexpectedly, corpses could be seen floating within the water, like fish leaping over the surface of a river, and then disappearing immediately after.

"What time was that costume? It's been too long! "

"Look, more and more corpses are coming out of the river!"

The majority of the people's faces went from sallow yellow to white, because they had thought of one possibility. This battlefield that the Ancient Symbol opened was said to be an ancient space, and upon entering, it had released a very heavy killing intent.

What did it mean? This meant that all the corpses were in this river. Just thinking about it caused his scalp to go numb.

But right at this moment, all the cultivators of Rakasha Clan actually closed their eyes and started to meditate, as the baleful qi from the river seemed to be extremely useful to them.

"Don't tell me that he wants to achieve Rakasha Clan? Isn't that a legend? Are they formed from evil spirits? " Several small clans began to whisper to each other. They tried to keep their voices as low as possible for fear of provoking any trouble.

"Look, we have the Human Clan!" Suddenly, someone shouted sinisterly, including Aries Clan and a few other races, as they looked at the Human Clan that appeared one after another with ill intentions.

Therefore, they were considered to be one of the last races to appear.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The eyes of many races all shone as they blocked the path of the Human Clan, and surrounded the area in three layers.

"Hand over the stone inscriptions!" Many cultivators shouted, and regardless of whether they had grievances with Human Clan or not, many races had joined in and surrounded them.

"Young Hall Master Xia, what should we do?" The elites of the Human Clan asked Xia Chen. Logically speaking, the Eastern Palace should be the eight hall's main hall, Xia Chen had the authority to speak.

"How is it? Right now, it's not just a few races that are targeting us. In order to protect themselves, do we still need the stone inscriptions? Give it away! "

However, all of a sudden, his eyes lit up like a torch, as if he could see through the sky, and looked at Xia Yang who was hiding in the crowd.

At this time, in order to hide his tracks, Xia Yang had specially changed into a new bronze mask and dyed his black hair red with blood. If one did not examine him carefully, it was impossible to find his true body, so everyone thought that he had mutated Rakasha Clan.

"Swoosh!" Xia Chen held onto the stone inscription map, and gave a cold smile, but it was not a smile of relief, but a cold smile.

He directly threw the stone inscription out, towards Xia Yang's location!

Many races were stunned by this sudden turn of events. They had forgotten to stop the stone inscriptions and could only watch them fly towards Xia Yang's hands.

"Brother Mask, those who are able will have it. I hope you can keep this map!" "He has gained great fortune!" Xia Chen had a warm smile on his face, but his voice was ice-cold.

"What?" He is a Mask Man? No wonder he does not have the killing intent unique to Rakasha Clan, catch him! " A few races that had grudges with Xia Yang all rushed towards Xia Yang with fiendish expressions.

But at that moment, not only did Xia Yang not avoid the stone inscription diagram, he had even grabbed onto it, making him the true target of the audience.

"Young Hall Master Xia, what is the meaning of this? He saved us! " Xue Qianyu looked at Xia Chen coldly, his voice carrying anger.

"Young Hall Master, the stone inscription pattern is very important, maybe a passage can be opened, we can't give it to others for free, the Mask Man won't be able to protect it!" There were also some Human Clan members who were anxious.

Xia Chen shook his head. At this moment, he no longer had that expression of regret, and spoke sincerely: "The route marked on the stone inscription map was broken halfway. Rather than becoming a live target, it's better for us to bow our heads and give in to others. You all need to know that this Wangchuan River is not simple, perhaps everyone is already in danger, it's better to think of a way to protect ourselves! "

"I ask you, why did you do this?" Xue Qianyu took a step forward with his hands behind his back, and interrogated Xia Chen.

"Young Hall Master Xue, you have passed. You cannot speak to my Young Hall Master like this!" The people of the Xia Palace stood up and berated Xue Qianyu.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you criticize our Young Hall Master? " The people from the Northern Palace replied. This young man was called Snow Shadow.

Just as the smell of gunpowder became extremely thick in the two great halls, a violent fluctuation came from Xia Yang's side.

They only saw the light covering the sky, the life forms that had evolved from strong qi and the weapons clashing together. A group of people fell and another pounced on them, from the periphery, they could not see where Xia Yang and the rest were.

"Hundred Beasts Manual!" "Explode for me!" Xia Yang's entire body was covered in blood, as he crazily roared.

At the same time, life came rushing out of Xia Yang's hands, legs, back, arms and other parts of his body. They released roars, were dancing in a frenzy, and started fleeing in all directions.

"Kill!"

Finally, a path of blood appeared. Xia Yang's finger was like a blade, and an strong qi blade appeared on his right hand's finger. He waved his left hand, and a long sword condensed and formed.

The blade and sword danced in the air, causing heads to roll, blood to splash into the air, at the moment Xia Yang's entire body was dyed in blood, with many holes in his body bleeding profusely.

"Why do I feel a familiar aura from my clan on his body!"

When Xia Yang truly bled on a large scale, a few clan leaders frowned and said. They felt that the blood in Xia Yang's body had a sense of familiarity with their clan's Blood Essence.

"Kill!" The blade and sword in Xia Yang's left and right hands merged together, becoming a blade yet not a blade, like a sword but not a sword, the blade of a strong qi.

Holding the weapon that the strong qi had evolved into in his hands, Xia Yang felt his blood rush to his head, looking rather heroic and short of spirit.

"Heavens! How can he evolve so many living creatures, weapons, and even fuse them together? Is this a true extreme crossing?" The elites of the majority of the races exclaimed in shock, they never thought that the Mask Man was such a monster.

His eyes were very cold, and he said to himself, "Junior brother, I will take revenge for you. My path is not to climb to the top through battle, but to form formations, so I'm not afraid of the consequences of killing. Sooner or later, I'll trap them to death!"

This person was none other than Qin Feng.

He had long avoided Xia Yang and blended into the crowd when the crowd discovered him. In this critical moment, he did not fight alongside Xia Yang, because he knew that even if he appeared, he would not be able to help. It would be better to save his life to avenge Xia Yang.

"Puff puff puff!"

In the middle of the battlefield, Xia Yang swept his huge blade across in all directions, and some of the corpses of the foreign invaders were immediately shattered, turning into blood fog, causing huge bloody holes to appear on Xia Yang's body.

Fresh blood flowed out like flowing water, and Xia Yang's face became even paler. This time, he had suffered a huge setback, and the source of everything was Xia Chen.

"Why is it so familiar?" When Xia Yang was almost dried up by the blood, the surrounding races, regardless of strength, all stopped what they were doing. This is because they discovered that the familiar feeling from Xia Yang's body had become even stronger.

"Why do I feel a faint aura of suppression from his ancestor?" The leader of the Aries Clan said as he trembled.

"Why do I feel the clan leader's aura?" Although the Eight Feet Snake Clan did not participate in the battle, they still felt a familiar aura from Xia Yang's body.

This was an opportunity, and Xia Yang would not waste it. In the moment of everyone's absent-mindedness, he used a supernatural ability, shifted his form, and with a few ups and downs, he broke out of the encirclement.

When he saw that there was no one behind him, Xia Yang laughed, his laugh was a bit desolate and was filled with the smile of a hero returning to his grave.

Behind him was a torrential river, and a fishy wind assaulted his nostrils. Ancient corpses bobbed up and down …

Xia Yang was forced to the side of the Wangchuan River.

"Hmm?" Instantly, many of the other races all returned to reality, but they were not nervous, and approached Xia Yang with ill intentions. A white moth spread its wings and bellowed: Hand over the stone inscription, and I will spare your life!

"A little white moth cultivator, who the hell are you? If you have the guts, come and fight! " The blood on Xia Yang's body was about to dry up. However, he stubbornly stuck out his spine and didn't want to bend down.

"Take off his mask and see who he is!" Others shouted.

The races that surrounded Xia Yang were all of a few small races, and because of that, Xia Yang was able to carve out a path of blood.

At this moment, many of the cultivators from the large clans did not move.

As long as a large clan dared to act rashly, it would cause chaos. It was not yet time for a huge fire fight.

He still could not let the big families spend all their energy to fight over this ethereal stone inscription pattern. Therefore, right now, he had created a kind of balance, no matter if it was those small clans trying to surround Xia Yang or his Human Clan, or their struggles, those true big clans would not move, they were all paying attention to the difference in strength between both sides.

As the cultivators of the small clan approached, Xia Yang stood in his original position, and his eyes gradually lost all color, it was a true apathy, a disregard for the lives of others, and also a disregard for his own life.

"You want to seek revenge? Do you want to know who I am? Do you want the stone inscriptions? Hehe … "Hahahaha …"

Abruptly, Xia Yang's body trembled, as though he had returned to reality, his aura started to rise, and at the same time, Xia Yang did something that caused everyone to stop in their tracks.

He reached for his mask.

"I hereby swear that if I don't die, I will pay a visit to every race! "Then, I will stand up for myself, my name is Xia Yang!"