Yang Xiu's face was gloomy and said slowly: "Although this bull's martial arts are good, you first took my hand and you slashed it twice. His martial arts were at least 90% of it. But he still had a tongue that was not bad. Pretending to be a god and making ghosts and making ghosts fires was his specialty. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have known that you had suddenly come to Chengdu, and wouldn't have the idea to use you to sacrifice blood. Even communicating with Tubo was the first idea. It's ridiculous that I was Xu was smart all his life, but he was also blinded by lard, and he obeyed his advice. Until just now, he actually ran over and volunteered, saying that he would be Jing Ke assassinate you, the King of Qin, and advised me to be Fan Yuqi to offer his title. At this point, I finally woke up like a dream, so... good nephew, remember that Ning Daoqi must not be kept. As long as he stays in the world for a day, our Yang family will never be stable. So no matter what means you use, you must capture him and kill him."

Yang Xiu didn't say this, Yang Zhao was also incompatible with Na Ning Sanren. He nodded and said, "Uncle Fourth, don't worry. Since God asked me to be born in the Yang family, I will naturally do my best to protect the interests of the Yang family." He paused and asked softly, "Uncle Fourth, have you finished what you want to say?"

Yang Xiu smiled self-deprecatingly, looked up at the sky, and said, "It's almost done. In my life... I have held great power, enjoyed glory, rode a horse, drank mellow wine, and embraced beauty. Compared to those who have been mediocre in their lives, I don't know how many times more exciting it has been. Even if I die now, I will... have no regrets or complaints."

The air that had been silent for a long time suddenly changed because of this sentence "no regrets and no resentment". The whirlwind swept, bringing up the dust in the ruins, lingering around Yang Xiu, turning faster and more intensely. Yang Zhao had already realized what was about to happen next, no matter whether it was in the sense or reason, he could not stop it, let alone stop it. He could only take a few steps back and use his skills to protect himself. His eyes were frozen on Yang Xiu, unwavering. This was because he felt that he really had an obligation to send this fourth uncle through the last journey of his life.

Seeing Yang Zhao like this, Yang Xiu couldn't help but smile. In an instant, a lifelike golden dragon appeared through his body, with a sharp aura like a mountain torrent, and he could not bear it. The gray and depressed color on the King of Shu was swept away, and he turned to show his flying spirit. He roared to the sky and shouted, and his palms came out together, gathering his life's cultivation, and blasted out the strongest storm in his life.

The wind breaks the clouds, the energy shakes the world, and the force breaks through the sky. The huge wind pillar roars like a real dragon, soaring into the sky. The shadows are majestic and magnificent, visible from a hundred miles away.

After a long time, the strong wind gradually stopped. The original palace ruins turned into white land at this moment. Yuwen Shu, Dugu Feng and others were forced to retreat nearly a hundred feet away. The only one that could still be left in the eye of the wind was the only skeleton that still stood firm and held the sky with both palms. Two small horns were slightly protruding from the skeleton's forehead, and the golden spine bone dragged across the pelvis and extended downwards. It was the Huangdi dragon bone. As for how Yang Xiu replaced the dragon bone with his own spine, the details of it may never be investigated.

Looking at the bone that still stood still after death, Yang Zhao felt mixed emotions. Yang Xiu worked hard and went through thousands of difficulties and even did not hesitate to destroy the Feng Shui of the Dragon Vein of China, and finally obtained the Dragon Bones of the Yellow Emperor. Since then, he is full of confidence and thinks he can ascend the throne to the throne. However, although the Dragon Bones has given him the strength that is almost invincible in the world and the real dragon energy of the emperor, in the end, it has only pushed him step by step toward the dead end.

What is "the supreme martial arts world, the sword slays the dragon, and the command of the world, no one dares to follow"; what is "the tiger soul is heavy, the heaven and earth are called emperor"; what is "the heaven and crystal are united, the world is unified"... all are farts. Even if you really take the Emperor Star and are born with the Supreme Nine Five, you can't be sure to sit on the south side of the dragon bed and call yourself the king. Relying on external objects is the most unreliable thing. This principle... Yang Xiu did not understand, and he did not even understand it at the end of his journey today. But he finally embarked on this road of no return. Why is this?

It was because of Yang Su, a powerful minister who was powerful and treacherous and treacherous. He used his hand to manipulate Yang Guang to participate in the battle for the Tiger Soul Divine Sword, deceived the heroes of the Tianjing successor to open the door of stone refining, and used the Nine Transformation of the Qiankun Great Method to change Yang Guang's fate to the 95th number. Later, he secretly manipulated one of Yang Guang's soul heads and used him as a puppet to compete with Yang Yong for the position of prince. If it weren't for Yang Su, how could the five brothers of the Yang family end up as they are now, either as they are destroyed or dead?

Thinking of this, Yang Zhao couldn't help but clench his fists and sneered at the northeast where Daxing was. Yang Su, Yang Su, don't think that you can turn your hands into clouds and turn your hands into rain. When you come out, you will always pay it back sooner or later. You owe our Yang family the accounts, and sooner or later you will have to pay back all the money and interests.

However, although he was determined to deal with Yang Su, the treacherous minister, Yang Zhao had no good idea for what to do for a moment. The Duke of Yue was spread all over the court and was deeply trusted by Yang Jian. He moved his whole body and could not act casually. What was even more troublesome was that Yang Su secretly controlled one of Yang Guang's soul heads in his hands. It was easy to kill people, but after killing him, the soul head could not be found, and Yang Guang would not be able to recover his normal life. After the soul head was found, it was not that he could not do it again with Yang Guang himself.

The one who has the highest cultivation level in the world in Xuanzhi is Yang Su himself, the second is Yang Su's female disciple Lan Si, the third is Zheng Yidao's agent master Xuan Ruhui, and Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng, who are also Zheng Yidao. Among these people, it is impossible for Yang Su to take action. It is unknown whether Lan Si is willing to betray his master. Zheng Yidao is in opposition to Jile Jing, and he wants Xuan Ruhui to help Yang Guang even more. Although Li Chunfeng has a strong potential, unfortunately he has not yet become a great man. After all this, only Yuan Tiangang, who had dealt with him, has the opportunity to help him. However, after the breakup between Wuzhangyuan that day, Yuan Tiangang has nowhere to be found and does not know where he went. To find this person, he has to rely entirely on luck.

However, such a thing is complicated and cannot be done overnight. So Yang Zhao shook his head and temporarily suppressed these thoughts. The most urgent task is to restrain Yang Xiu's bones first. He patted the dust on his body and stepped forward. After taking three steps, a cold light flashed in his eyes and shouted in a low voice: "Who is it?" Without thinking, he raised his hand and slapped his palm to the sky.

The golden light hexagram came out with his palm, but was gently removed by a gentle force. Then, the air five feet away from his body rippled like water waves, and the ripples continued to spread. When the change stopped, a strange-shaped magic weapon appeared in the air, which seemed to be circles, not circles, and hooks. Then a slender finger and thin white hands gently put on the hand, and took the magic weapon back into his palm. However, it was a little monk with red lips, white teeth, clear eyebrows, and beautiful eyes, wearing a monk's robe. It was the monk who was guarding the monk. There was also an old man with white beards and powerful expressions around him, which was Xicheng Xiushu. As soon as the two appeared, Xicheng Xiushu just nodded slightly to Yang Zhao. However, the monk Guanwang was politely politely and said, "Good, good, good. The little monk watched, and saw His Highness the King of Henan."

When Yang Zhao followed Yang Xiu on the Five-Toothed Giant Ship to Lingyun Mountain that day, he also met the monk Shuwang. He knew that although the other party looked young, his cultivation had already reached the Heavenly Man Avenue. Compared with Xicheng Xiushu, it might be worse than that of Xicheng, but it was not much worse. He also said, "Yang Zhao met Master Shuwang and Senior Xicheng. The two suddenly appeared here, but for the sake of the Dragon Bone of the Yellow Emperor?"

The monk Guanwang said politely: "What the prince said is exactly. I and my brother Xicheng made a great wish to protect the dragon veins and dragon bones for life. Unfortunately, by accident, His Highness the King of Shu took advantage of the loopholes, which led to this huge disaster. After the oath, I was unable to take action against those who had already merged the dragon bones, so I was helpless. Fortunately, with the prince's help, the dragon bones were finally safe and sound. I wonder... the prince might give it back?"

The Yellow Emperor's dragon bone is a good thing, just look at Yang Xiu. If Yang Zhao also learned from him and replaced the dragon bones with his own body, he would not dare to say that the world was invincible, but at least he could immediately ascend to a level master of Mahaye or Chaoyang Tianshi. However, the Yellow Emperor's dragon bones are related to the dragon veins in the Shenzhou, which is related to the safety of the Central Plains for generations. Yang Zhao did not have the pressure of Yang Xiu, so he did not need to take the world's foul and use the invasion for himself. Therefore, he bowed to the two of them and said, "It is natural to return the jade to Zhao intact. However, there was a severe earthquake at the foot of Lingyun Mountain that day, wouldn't it be okay?"

Xishu Xishu in Xicheng said in a thick voice: "Although there has been an earthquake, the direction of Lingyun Mountain's veins has not changed substantially, and the dragon veins are still stable. As long as the dragon bones return to their positions, at least a thousand years of peace can be maintained." The monk Shouwang also nodded and said: "It is just that after this trouble, the Qianlong was already frightened. To be careful, it is best to dig a Buddha statue on Lingyun Mountain, which is for protection and suppression. Just dig a Buddha statue, which requires money to be spent. I am both honest and clean, this..." Before I finished speaking, my face was already in a difficult mood.

After hearing these words, Yang Zhao felt a lit up and thought to himself, "It turns out that this is how Leshan Buddha came from." He smiled and said, "It is a great thing to dig a Buddha statue, so I will leave it to my younger generation. However, it will take a lot of time to dig a Buddha statue, so I am afraid it will disturb the two seniors' cultivation."

The monk Guanwang smiled and said, "Time in the world is passing by in the blink of an eye. Just a few decades are nothing. The dragon bones have accumulated a lot of spiritual power through this great catastrophe. I am trying to find another dragon vein and let the dragon bones rest for the time being. After the Buddha statue on Lingyun Mountain is excavated, I will send the dragon bones back to their positions. It is not too late to stabilize the dragon vein in the Shenzhou." After speaking, he raised his hand and waved the Huangdi dragon bone in the skeleton automatically floated and flew up, and threw it into the hands of the monk Guanwang. This beautiful little monk cherished it and respectfully caged the dragon bones into his sleeves, and put it in the Buddha's name in a long and loud manner, but took it out and stepped on it unsatisfiedly, saying, "Brother Xicheng, are we going now?"
Chapter completed!