Chapter 1384

Carving Dragons and painting phoenixes, misty cigarettes, the whole Hanxiao Pavilion is extremely luxurious, showing the style of the clan family. When ye Xuan's eyes reach, he sees a person sitting on the upper wall of the futon in front of him, and his cultivation is only the holy kingdom.

The holy kingdom is also a hegemon in the whole chaotic world, and it can be called the supreme existence in this small ice city.

However, for ye Xuan, there is no difference between the so-called holy King level and mole ants. He wants to kill them, but it can't be killed at the fingertips.

The most funny thing for ye Xuan is that even the little holy king in front of him has damaged his cultivation. At the moment, he looks dignified, like an ancient figure.

Little mole ant, put on airs!

A simple eight word way to understand Ye Xuan's ridicule, but today he is not the protagonist, the real protagonist is the youth behind him.

For example, ye Xuan strolled forward, while the young mother and son were slightly nervous and followed.

The more fearless Ye Xuan is, the more he makes the leader of the Xiao family have no bottom in his heart. His eyes are constantly changing. He quickly follows Ye Xuan. As for the mother and son, he has not been in his heart.

As the leader of the Xiao family, the only thing he cares about is Ye Xuan, and he is constantly guessing what kind of realm Ye Xuan's cultivation is.

The cigarettes are faint, the piano is melodious, and the four maidens are dancing with unparalleled looks. This man has black hair and white beard and is full of dignity, which makes people feel awed at a glance. He is watching the maid dance lightly.

"You killed several people of the king and dared to come here. Aren't you afraid of death?" The ancestor of the Xiao family spoke indifferently, and his eyes looked at Ye Xuan. The overwhelming power of the holy king was also bursting out.

The ancestors of the Xiao family had a terrible momentum. Although they only sent it to Ye Xuan, the aftereffects also made several people feel palpitation and a sense of submission had been born in the bottom of their hearts.

Dong!

Ye Xuan stepped out in one step, and the so-called holy King's power disappeared instantly. A touch of contempt came out of the corners of Ye Xuan's mouth.

If it wasn't for the purpose of drawing out the young devil's heart, he would slap the garbage into meat and mud. How can such mole ants pose in front of him?

Dong Dong Dong!

Like thunder clouds roaring and war drums beating, ye Xuan was walking forward. With each step of him falling, the whole hall was shaking, the surrounding walls were cracking, and the anger of killing thousands of people roared out.

Such an accident completely made several people look dull, and the young mother and son were even more excited. But the head of the Xiao family trembled both physically and mentally, because no one knew the horror of the old ancestor better than him. The old ancestor had stepped into the realm of the holy king. Although he was only a little holy king, this was a real cultivation of the holy king.

He thought that when ye Xuan entered here, he would be immediately crushed by the power of the old ancestor. He would kneel down and bow down to the Xiao family. Unexpectedly, this person broke the momentum of the old ancestor, but burst into the sky and killed him against the old ancestor.

This kind of scene makes the leader of the Xiao family take a breath of air-conditioning, and a very bad feeling suddenly grows in his heart, and there is a look of worry in his eyes.

"Ha ha."

Suddenly!

The ancestor of the Xiao family laughed loudly. His original dignified face turned into gentle. He got up slowly, walked down the stairs in person, bowed his hands to Ye Xuan and said, "I, Xiao Baina, wanted to make a little joke with Taoist friends. Taoist friends must not take it seriously."

The ancestor of the Xiao family said that he would change his face if he changed his face. He completely lost the prestige of the holy king. At the moment, his posture was very low, which also stunned the mother and son.

Ye Xuan's mouth outlined the taste of Playing: "Oh? Don't you avenge several people who died at my hands? "

"Ha ha!"

"Taoist friends are joking. If future generations are disrespectful to Taoist friends, they are disrespectful to me. Such ignorant mole ants die. Will my Xiao family revenge on Taoist friends?"

The ancestor of the Xiao family spoke sincerely without any reluctance. It seemed that he was just another person in a rage.

"Hand over the antidote of Guitian liquid. If you can't hand over the antidote, there's no need for the Xiao family to exist." Ye Xuan didn't want to talk nonsense with this mole ant at all, so he began his plan directly.

WOW!

Suddenly, when ye Xuan's words had just fallen, Ying Lingxue's face was instantly pale, a mouthful of blood gushed directly from his mouth, and his weak body was paralyzed in an instant.

"Mother? What's the matter with you? "

The next moment, the boy's face changed dramatically. He thought Ying Lingxue had been saved by Ye Xuan. Unexpectedly, such an accident happened.

"Although I can cure her of cold blood, she took the so-called Guitian liquid before. This poison is too overbearing. Even if I don't have a cure, I can only save her life by taking an antidote."

Ye Xuan pretended to sigh and showed a helpless appearance.

Of course, all this was arranged by Ye Xuan. The little Guitian liquid had no difficulty for him, but Ying Lingxue had to die in the hands of the Xiao family, so as to stimulate the evil heart in the young man.

"Xiao Baina, hand over the antidote."

The young man's eyes were red with blood and looked at the ancestors of the Xiao family with extreme anger. He had forgotten his awe of the Xiao family, and the green veins on his forehead were crawling like maggots.

"Antidote?"

The ancestor of the Xiao family looked pale and looked at Ye Xuan with great fear. There was no antidote at all. Whoever took it would die. Where would he go to give the antidote to the young man?

"This... This...?"

The ancestor of the Xiao family was in a hurry. He was not afraid of teenagers, but extremely afraid of Ye Xuan, because the breath just revealed by Ye Xuan obviously exceeded the holy King's realm. If the other party attacked him, he was afraid that there would be a great disaster in the Xiao family today.

Poof!

Suddenly, a mouthful of black blood gushed out of Ying Ling's snow mouth. The original dignified face was occupied by black gas, and the anger all over the body began to dissipate slowly.

"Mother?"

The young man roared with grief, and the whole man was completely flustered. He kept shaking his mother's cold body, and the tears in his eyes were rolling down.

"Sir, please help my mother, please."

The next moment, the boy suddenly knelt at the foot of Ye Xuan and asked Ye Xuan for help in grief.

"Hey!"

Ye Xuan sighed helplessly, "it's not that I don't save her, but there's nothing I can do."

"Come on, come on, please invite the family doctor to come here."

The ancestor of the Xiao family was in a panic. Although he could not feel Ye Xuan's killing, the central God was extremely trembling, as if something very bad was going to happen.

Soon, in the middle of the young man's grief and howling, a white haired old man quickly entered the Hanxiao Pavilion and quickly diagnosed Ying Lingxue's pulse.

"There's nothing I can do."

After dozens of breaths, the so-called miracle doctor was ashamed to speak. Only because the Guitian liquid was too vicious, his medical skills could not revive Ying Lingxue.

In fact, even if the miracle doctor can save and respond to Lingxue, ye Xuan will not let Ying Lingxue live. After all, this woman's death is the turning point of life for the youth.

"You waste, you can't cure my mother. Go to hell."