I was a little listless today. I don’t know why, but I just felt depressed for no reason... Please kill me with red tickets and collections...

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In just half a day, Yang Su went from hope to disappointment, and then from disappointment to despair. After experiencing great joy and sorrow, he finally gave the blackheaded man a gift, and finally sent his son to the underworld with his own hands. For him, he was so cunning, deep and scheming that he was only heartbroken and heartbroken, and his mind was in a mess. In an instant, he felt that half of his life had turned into a meaningless joke. He couldn't help but look up to the sky like a long roar to vent. The qi of the moon-eroded meridian swept across the audience like a mountain torrent, and it was surging.

The coldness made Sha Ye several feet away. Che Li and the others could hardly stand their foothold. They had no choice but to retreat. Mahaye was secretly surprised and couldn't help but start to re-estimate Yang Su's skills, subconsciously using his magical skills to concentrate on his mind and guarding. Yang Jian and Queen Dugu were affected less because they were a little far away. The Emperor of Sui held his wife with his left hand and pressed the Heavenly Sword with his right hand. He used his spiritual power to stabilize his mind and body. He shouted in a worried voice: "Chudao, Chudao, please calm down, don't..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Zhao's palm sword had already broken through the air. In the lightning and fire, this scene was seen by Yang Su who was close to him. His grief suddenly disappeared and he let go of his throat and shouted: "Little bastard, what do you want to do? Stop!" He rushed forward, and his claws held the wind and thunder and grabbed Yang Zhao's vital heart. The sharp claws tear the sky and before he could get close, the little prince felt the coldness and strength were so strong that he really had to.

He first tried to save himself. He failed to cut his palm and was forced to turn halfway through, and fought with Yang Su's iron claws with a "bang~" hard. In a hurry, he didn't have time to play any moves such as Bagua or Four Symbols, and simply used his own internal strength to shake Yang Su. Suddenly, he felt that the force on the other party's claws was rushing over like a sea of ​​rush, which was really difficult to resolve. He couldn't help but retreat backwards, "thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump th

Before he could breathe, Yang Su was already red with his eyes and fire, and roared: "Damn little bastard, you killed me Xuangan! I want you to suffer all the torture, and you will not die well!" In his words, the "cut limb killing" trick of the three killings of the moon was early. The claw shadows in the sky were like a group of wolves slapping, stirring up a burst of chills. The Great Sui Quanxiang was overly sad because of the death of his beloved son, and he was in a state of disorientation. He forgot about killing Yang Xuangan with his own hands, and regarded Yang Zhao as the enemy who killed his son and wanted to fight him. However, he did not know that he was wrong, and this move was a coincidence.

Yang Zhao complained secretly, feeling absurd in his heart. However, when he was trapped in such a situation, he could not speak out for himself. Yang Su had decades of hard work, and his internal strength was incomparable. Although Yang Zhao had many adventures, he was still young and knew that his precipitation and accumulation were still not as deep as Yang Su, and fighting hard was not the best strategy. He used infinite electric body technique, moved and dodged, and used speed to speed. In an instant, the field was constantly moving, dazzling. In Sha Ye, Che Li's eyes, the movements of his junior brother seemed to be no less than when Mahaye used the Thunder God Rapid. He couldn't help but be amazed at the same time, and his heart was shocked.

The speed of infinite power made Yang Su unable to understand Yang Zhao’s true body. However, although he was confused, he could still see the key to the breaking move by relying solely on his instinct. As the rabbit rose and fell, he forced Yang Zhao to retreat in a row. However, this move was only a false move. The little prince was proud to retreat, and Yang Su had already intercepted him on the way he must retreat. His claws came out together, and he grabbed the other party’s shoulder blades and roared: “Little thief, I’ll pay my child’s life!” He ripped hard to the left and right, and it was just a splitting of limbs!

At the critical moment, Yang Zhao became wise in an emergency, changed his tricks and kicked his feet backwards, hitting Yang Su's chest. The internal strength of the two sides collided, and they immediately recoiled again. Only a slight sound of "sniffing" was heard, Yang Zhao's back clothes were torn into pieces, and ten bright red claw marks were deeply burned to the muscles on his back, and he was already slightly injured. Yang Jianmian's muscles thrust in pain, but he knew he was unable to stop them, so he hurriedly shouted: "National Master, stop them quickly!"

Mahaye just made the Vajra exhaust a lot, and there was a vague sense of spiritual consciousness. It seemed that something extremely terrible was about to happen, so he must keep his efforts in order to deal with it. He shouted to the two apprentices: "Go and help your junior brother, stop Duke Yue and don't let him continue to go crazy." Sha Ye, Cheli and two got orders, and then jumped into the field to join the battle. However, Yang Su became more and more crazy. Instead of dodging or avoiding, he rose up and took the initiative to attack with all his strength, fighting against three. Not only did he not lose the disadvantage, but he still had his own strength.

The four of them fought in a mess. The Lan Si on the other side was not idle. She panted and turned over and got up, limped to Yang Xuangan's side, turned her wrist and took out four golden needles from the leather bag on her waist, stabbed them into the left and right temples of the corpse, the Tianling on her head and the eyebrows, and sat cross-legged, and began to recite the practice silently. She knew that Yang Sukuang was all caused by the sad death of Yang Xuangan. But as long as Yang Xuangan could be resurrected, all problems would naturally be solved.

Even a saint of medical skills like Hua Tuo and Bian Que could not do it. But for a master of mysterious skills, there was nothing absolutely "impossible". In an instant, the space within ten feet of the blue silk body quickly became dim, and finally completely shrouded in darkness, just like night. In the darkness, countless light spots appeared, surrounding Yang Xuangan's corpse, and dragged out a series of chaotic light threads. After a closer look, you can see that these countless light threads were actually in line with the trajectory of the one hundred and eight constellations on the sky.

The stars lined up, and as the sky was pulled down, the star energy was poured into Yang Xuangan's body. The already cold corpse suddenly floated again in the air, and some fantasy and mysterious changes began to occur in the body. This is the most profound mysterious technique in the Guigu lineage, stealing the sky and changing the sun, and turning the stars and moving the big method!

Back then, Master Guigu used the magical power of the Xuantian Evil Emperor transformed by the demonic energy of the Yuanzu Heavenly Demon, and used the 108 disciples under his seat as a helper to perform this technique in the Xuantian Evil Palace. It could turn day into night, and make the Yangying (comet) flying between the universe change its trajectory and automatically throw it to the earth. If this method is used on the human body, it also has the incredible power of reversed yin and yang, black and white, and rebelling against the ethics of life and death. Later, the divine pursuing Zhuo Bufan even improved this great method, making it evolve into a mysterious master who can use it alone.

However, everything has advantages and disadvantages. If you steal the sky and change the sun, the big and big Dharma must be used with one hundred and eight disciples as Master Guigu back then, so that he can exert the maximum power. Now that he has evolved into being able to use it alone, his effectiveness will inevitably be greatly discounted. In addition, Lan Si's cultivation level is far less than Master Guigu back then. When he uses this big and big Dharma, he feels even more difficult. To be honest, she is only 30% sure whether Yang Xuan can revive the dead.

To use this, forcibly bring the soul that had left the body back into Yang Xuangan's body, Lan Si must also use her own spirit as a guide to connect with the other party. In an instant, the two hearts were united, Lan Si couldn't help but shake her whole body, and was shocked by what she saw in the "Sky Eye" she opened!

The scorching lava gushed out from the depths of the earth. Although there was light, it could not illuminate the surrounding environment at all. The endless darkness that was deep and invisible covered the front, back, left and right, up and down ten directions. The infinite resentment that was as rich as the essence filled every minute and every inch of this strange space, making the blue silk floating in the air feel as if he was trapped in... hell!

No, it wasn't as if. This was indeed hell, and it was also located in the deepest part of the eighteen levels of hell! In an instant, this thought was clearly imprinted in Lan Si's mind. Although there was no evidence, she was still able to confirm that this was the fact! The huge sense of fear suddenly exploded and she pinched her heart. Before Lan Si could recover from this horror, there were suddenly roars below. There were anger, unwillingness, sorrow, and nostalgia. Lan Si couldn't help but be surprised when she heard the sound, and looked down.

In the endless sea of ​​lava fire, a burly figure stood proudly. With the help of the lava fire, the man was vaguely restrained. His legs, knees, arms, elbows, left and right shoulder blades, lower abdomen, and the spirit above his head were all penetrated by chains and firmly sealed. However, the unparalleled domineering aura that was powerful enough to swallow the sky and the earth was never reduced to half a minute. The sounds roared like ears, and blue silk suddenly appeared. It was actually four tragic songs that passed down through the ages and ended heroes.

"The strength is to pull the mountains and the spirit is vast, but the time is not good, and the horse will not pass away! What can you do if the horse will not pass away? What can you do if the horse will not pass away? Liu Bang dog thief, Han Xin's bad genius, you two villains and hypocrites who killed thousands of swords have just signed a peace agreement. They turned around and turned to treacherously attacked me, and even used the despicable tricks of being surrounded by enemies to disrupt our morale and kill my Yu Ji! I swear that one day I will be able to return to the world. I will definitely tear you into pieces and dig a grave and whip the corpse!"

Liu Bang, Han Xin, Yu Ji, Overlord? He joined several names to pass into the blue silk ears. This metaphysics master who was from a foreign land but was full of poetry and books was immediately suffocated. He blurted out on the spot: "Obong? You are the descendant of the Great Lei Immortal, Xiang Yu, the Overlord of Western Chu?!"

Just as the words "Old King Xiang Yu" were just out, the man in the sea of ​​magma and fire suddenly stopped roaring and looked up in the sound. In an instant, red lights around him were thunderous, completely tearing the darkness that had originally enveloped his eyebrows and facial features. At first glance, the blue silk felt like he was being thundered, and he felt even more shocked, but shouted: "Big Young Master!"
Chapter completed!