Ziwei treasure mirror seizes the fortune of heaven and earth, and invades the mystery of the sun and moon. Long Twelve, the leader of the hunting clan in the secret realm, deliberately wanted to save face and return the losses that had suffered before, with the principal and profit, so it has already reached ten peaks. As soon as this "Sun-turning evil" came out, the hot Yang power immediately formed a strong vortex, like a turbulent turbulent turbulent, and wanted to completely absorb everything in the sky and the earth, burned and burned. As the killing came, Yang Zhao was energetic and shouted: "The pearl of rice grains also shines brightly? I will teach you to see the real power of the sun flame!" The Ganyang Heart Method urged to reach the ninth extreme peak, and the mighty and ferocious Bodhisattva form automatically emerged through the body, and with the movement of the King of Henan, he raised his palm and thunder to attack! The three thousand worlds were burned in the fire disaster of the world, and the authentic six magic tricks: Bodhisattvas destroy the way!

In the moment of lightning, two killer moves were shaking head-on without any fancy. The moment the palms slashed, the voids in the ten directions also lost all colors at the same time, and fell into an absolute silence with only black and white colors! In just a moment, it seemed to be eternal. Then, countless sounds and countless colors emerged wildly, and the scene was like the first time the universe opened, and the void exploded and created all things! However, in the blink of an eye, everything was completely swallowed and destroyed by the wave of angry roaring fire! The entire Longyang Taoist Temple was instantly trapped in the purgatory of the sea of ​​fire, burning so much that no grass was born, and it could not be saved. The Sun Star and the little Taoist boy and the young guest couldn't avoid it. In the burst of screams, the fire tongue was rolled on the body, and it was immediately burned into ashes at the same time, and it was a place where death was not burial.

The two men who were in the core of the sea of ​​fire were fighting fiercely, and at the same time they felt an unprecedented powerful force attacking their bodies and shocked. Yang Zhao's feet were weak and he could no longer control his body. He couldn't help but throw it back and forth. In a hurry, he handed the tiger soul from his right hand to his left hand, and turned the knife head back and stabbed the ground hard to remove the force. The tiger soul's magic edge cut the ground like cutting tofu, and the fire force was unloaded into the ground and then gushed out from the marks of the knife, which formed a majestic fire wall dozens of feet long. Finally, he finally managed to stabilize his position. The King of Henan felt that his knees were soft and he couldn't help but kneel down. He burst into severe pain on his chest on his right, and dark red blood oozed out continuously, which suddenly touched the old problem, causing the newly healed wound to shatter again.

With Yang Zhao like this, Long Twelve's situation would only be worse. Not only was he shocked and threw away, but there was no magic weapon in his hand to leverage his strength. Ten thousand of the killing power of "Bodhisattva's Destroying the Tao" overflowed and thirty percent of the catharsis, but the rest were all affected by 70% of the body. In an instant, he was burned with pain inside, and his meridians were burning, and even his bone marrow and brain seemed to be burned to a boil. His face changed drastically, and he took a breath and breathed in, urging the Ziwei Treasure Mirror to the extreme realm of the twelve success powers. "The stars turn inside, and the sun and the moon are in power", and he forced a thousand pounds to settle down and land. He did not hesitate to "moving the stars and changing the sun and stealing the sky" without hesitation. The domineering fire power instantly created a lava lake. After the lord of the hunting clan turned over, he finally stood firm and finally escaped from death.

In this battle, the two of them were injured, and it was difficult to continue fighting immediately. At the same time, the two masters stood cross-legged on the ground at the same time, using their own skills to cultivate their own health. To a certain extent, this also belongs to a certain competition. As long as you can complete healing first and stand up, your chances of winning will naturally increase. Although the Ziwei Baojian is mysterious, it always belongs to the world's martial arts. Compared with the Wordless True Sutra, there is undoubtedly a huge gap. Therefore, from the perspective of the cards alone, Yang Zhao's chance of healing first is definitely greater than Long Twelve.

In an instant, the King of Henan was surrounded by flames, and his whole body was covered with fireballs. The Lord of the Hunting Clan showed the stars in the sky, and the Milky Way was spinning and flashing endlessly. The situation went from movement to tranquility, and entered another stage. However, as time passed, Yang Zhao felt that something was getting worse and wrong. The true energy of Ganyang, which was originally as he wanted and as he thought, was not sure why. It was gradually losing bit by bit. The Great Sun Fire Dragon turned into a python that looked like a hibernating python, lazily stopped all activities, and finally dissipated even more depressedly, and could no longer condense the shape. Finally, with the "chi~" sound, the flames surrounding him were completely extinguished, leaving only wisps of light smoke. The King of Henan was dumbfounded, his pupils were confused, and he could not figure out what was the reason?

"Young Master Yang, are you surprised?" Long Shier opened his eyes and stood up slowly. Looking at his appearance, he seemed to be full of energy. No matter what inside, at least on the surface, he had recovered 60% or 70% of his combat power. The Lord of the Hunting Clan turned around and looked at the place where the Sun Star was just now, shook his head and sighed in a low voice, then walked forward, saying, "Sincere, it is rare to meet a master like the Young Master. I also want to compete fairly and justly with the Young Master. It's a pity that Yang Gong's treasure house is too important to our hunting clan, so he had to use some means. Alas~ Such a trick is really lacking. I am ashamed, ashamed."

Although Yang Zhao was young, he had experienced many storms since his debut. Since the other party was just coveting the treasures of Yang Gong’s treasure house and misunderstood him as Yang Xuangan, at least for now, he would not be in danger of life. However, the King of Henan was always unwilling to accept the truth in such a confusion. He said in a deep voice: "I was accidentally caught in a conspiracy, and no wonder others. However, the person with the surname Long, what did you do with me? When did you do it?"

Long Shier said calmly: "Sincerely speaking, the hunting tribe in the secret realm is to buy human life business. If no one gives money, we will never kill casually. So, please be careful not to be impatient. Although you have been poisoned, this poison will never be fatal. It is a mushroom called "Shuihehe Bacteria", which comes from an island far away from the land in the East China Sea. This mushroom itself is not toxic, but has a faint fragrance. But if it is dried and ground into powder and then sucked by a martial artist, then it only needs to use the internal strength of the true qi in the body, and the virility will be immediately. The greater the strength, the faster the poison will be. In the end, the true qi is like the stagnant water of the ancient well, and it will no longer be urged. The name of "Shuihe Bacteria" comes from this. However, the toxicity of this fungus does not harm the body, and it will automatically dissipate after a few days of rest. At that time, the good skills of the great master will still be in trouble at all."

Although Yang Zhao was half-believing and half-doubted, he was a little relieved after hearing Long Shier say this. He said coldly: "You won't kill people casually? Humph, you really lie with your eyes open. Are more than a dozen lives in this Taoist temple? Is it because they all died of their own life?"

Long Shier didn't seem to be in a hurry to do something, and smiled leisurely and replied: "Of course not. But... I sincerely say, how do you know that someone didn't pay to hire us to do things?"

Yang Zhao raised his eyebrows and mocked, "Didn't you come for the treasure house of Yang Gong and for me, the eldest son of Yang? Since that's the case, how could anyone hire you to do business? The preface is inconsistent, hum, the surname Long, do you really think I am a fool and believe whatever lies you say?" After a pause, the King of Henan showed a firm expression in his eyes and said slowly: "Master Thieves Quanzi took in Yang here for rest and healing his wounds when I was in trouble, and he has great kindness to Yang. Therefore, no matter whether you are doing business or not, Yang swore that one day, he would slaughter all the murderers and avenge the Longyang Taoist audience. If he doesn't do it, then five thunders will die. The Emperor and Queen Earth are really aware of it!"

Yang Zhao's vow was extremely vicious, and his tone was extremely firm. After hearing this, no one would suspect that he could say it but could not do it. In an instant, the Lord of the Hunter Clan was calm and could not help but feel a chill rising from his back, which had spread all over his body in an instant. But this feeling was fleeting. Long Shier said calmly: "Sincere words, it is said that drawing tigers and skins are difficult to draw bones, and knowing the face of the people is not aware of. Many times, many things are not just as simple as you think. Okay, the eldest son has delayed it for a lot of time. I believe that he is also aware of the effect of "Shui Yu Gang" and no longer has luck. Since that's the case, we should leave, please."

Yang Zhao sighed in his heart, knowing that the last glimmer of hope was also shattered. It would be useless to resist again. Although he was also a little worried about Fan Qinghui, he thought that the most capable of the secret hunting clan must be Long Twelve. As long as the clan leader was not here, the rest of the people who had made acquaintances with the "Kill-Po-Wolf" three people, even if they came to more than a dozen in one breath, they would not be able to hurt half of the horns of the successor of Jingzhai. At that moment, he looked calm, and stood up with the tiger soul as a crutch, followed Long Twelve silently and walked out of the ruined Taoist temple.

About half a mile outside the Taoist temple is a maple forest. Four horses are tied beside the forest, all of which are all saddles. It’s a pity that three people returned when they came. The Sun Star and the Taiyin Star brothers were buried in the Taoist temple, and there were no complete corpses after death. Long Twelve originally had high hopes for these twin brothers, hoping that they could inherit their own mantle in the future. Unfortunately, everything has become a mirror and a water moon, and more than ten years of education have been wasted. We must start over again. People are not merciless, so how can they be ruthless? Long Twelve is sad when they touch the realm, and they can’t help but sigh in their hearts. Yang Zhao saw the sadness between his eyebrows, and couldn’t help but sarcastic: “Your apprentice is dead, you are sad for them. Others also have wives, children and parents, aren’t they sad?”

"Sincere words, it will naturally be sad." Long Shier led a horse to step on and sighed: "But we can't plow the fields or do business. If we don't want to starve to death, what else can we do to continue to do this business that buys human life? Since we want to kill people, we will naturally be prepared to be killed first, but we are also used to it."

After a pause, Long Shier shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Young Master, you were born in the prime minister's family. You have been fed and fed well since you were young, and you can have whatever you want. So I don't expect you to understand our difficulties. However... I am the 15th generation leader of the hunting clan. He has been passed down for fifteen generations in just over 200 years. Hehe, the eldest son might as well think about it carefully, why is this?"

After 200 years of inheritance for fifteen generations, it means that each generation of clan leader has only a dozen years of life. If you can become a clan leader, your cultivation will definitely not be much worse than the Dragon Twelve, and naturally it is impossible to be a dead end. In just a few words, the blood, tears and sorrow contained in it is actually a pity for people to think of it.

But Yang Zhao was sympathetic, and his heart was also bright. As the leader of the hunting clan, Long Shier was so skilled that he would not be the kind of Xianglin Sao-like figure. He would talk about misfortune whenever he met people and play with sadness to gain sympathy. Now that he is speaking like this, he still wants to impress himself and make it easier to get the secret of Yang Gong’s treasure house from his mouth. Therefore, the King of Henan was not moved at all, and just shook his head and said, "This is called a pity that pitiful people must be hateful. Although you can't farm and do business, you have outstanding martial arts. You should get fame and fame immediately. If the hunting clan joins the army and wants to gain fame, then it is easy? Why do you have to kill people as a career?"

Long Shier shook his head and asked, "Join the army? Whose army should we join? Is it the Northern Wei, Eastern Wei, Western Wei, Northern Zhou and Northern Qi, or Song, Qi, Liang, Chen of the Southern Dynasties? Hey, in the past few hundred years, the world has been in turmoil and Qin and Chu. If the hunting tribe chose to surrender casually, it would have been sealed with land at the beginning, but when chaos came, the hunting tribe had no foundation, and it would definitely be unlucky first. If this is true, today, there is no hunting tribe in the world."

Yang Zhaoleng said: "So now that the world is unified, why are you still doing this shameful act? When the imperial court is employed, Goguryeo, Turks in the northeast, Uighurs in the northwest, Tuyuhun, and Tubo, where can't we make achievements? So after all, you have to continue doing this murderous transaction, so there are only four words that can explain: the thief is hard to change!"

Long Shier was stunned and then laughed to the sky. He said, "The eldest son's words are for the court every time, as if you are still the prime minister. Haha, it's really funny. But you must not make any mistakes. Now you are the court who escaped from the wilful family. Although the world is great, you have the ability to protect you. Apart from the secret hunting clan, you really can't find a few people. How to make a decision, the eldest son should think about it carefully."

Yang Zhao also knew that he had made up his words. He snorted coldly, stopped talking, and just turned straight onto the horse's back. The two of them rushed along the road in an instant. When the dust settled, there was no trace again.

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