The eighth strike of Purple Thunder fire and the ultimate first strike of Zhenwu, Yang Xuangan and Yang Zhao's fierce battle was unprecedentedly fierce, so they fought to the point where the soul left their body. However, the soul's body was the same as each other. "Alien Demon? Yang Yong" not only stared at the two of them, but also raised the Taiyuan Sword, trying to break through its protective air wall and hit the two of them all in one go. If the body was seriously injured, the soul would also be disillusioned. The fatal threat was imminent, and the little prince and the overlord were both sensed. It was a decisive battle that was endless, but it was immediately interrupted, and the soul naturally re-entered itself.

The human and gods merged, and the protective air wall was lifted. The two of them dragged their already exhausted bodies at the same time and struggled to get up. They suddenly returned to their normal physical body from the state of the soul. For a moment, neither of them could adapt to this rapid change. Even though the fighting spirit in their chests had not diminished slightly, they could not take action immediately. At this moment, the scream of "Ah~" suddenly sounded in their ears. Then, the two of them felt wet where their palms were pressed. They lifted their palms and looked closely and were full of red blood!

Yang Zhao suddenly shivered in his heart, looked up and watched intently. He suddenly saw above the top of the stone tower. Yang Yong lay down to the sky, pressing the bones of Qin Shihuang Ying Zheng under his body. Half of the sharp crystal went in and out, piercing his chest into a cold heart. It was the "Blood Sky" Tianjing. This Tianjing is the best at devouring people's essence and blood. In just this moment, five or sixteen of the blood around Yang Yong's body had been drawn. Blood flowed down the pit patterns of the stone tower and was injected first.

Nine tripods then dripped into the stone caves on the tower body. Each stone cave represents the foundation of the emperor for a lifetime. The number of stone caves is tens of thousands. If it is filled with essence and blood, it means that it can be called emperor for generations. However, the amount of essence and blood in the human body is always limiting, so how can it be filled with all of them? One, two, three... When the number of stone caves injected with blood reaches the number "twenty-six", Yang Yong has been drained and squeezed out and can no longer be sustained.

He firmly believed that becoming emperor must rely on his own strength to become emperor. Yang Xuangan didn't care about the Feng Shui dragon cave at all. The Yang family's bloodline had already flowed into the dragon cave, laying the foundation for the twenty-six generations of emperors, and the overlords did not take it seriously. He just gasped and sneered: "Haha, if you want to take advantage of others' danger and reap profits? Don't consider how much he has. You will suffer and take the blame. You will die well, and you will die well!"

The king of the world was gloating, just because he had no desires. However, for those with "desire", what he saw in front of him was like a bolt from the blue? Under the stone tower, Chaoyang Tianshi was stunned and filled his heart with shock. In an instant, all the vitality in this body seemed to be completely drained by bad news. The spirit in his eyes was completely lost, and the wolf toothed demon stick fell to the ground with his hands. He knelt down dejectedly, murmured unconsciously: "Impossible, Impossible, Impossible..." The voice became smaller and smaller, and his head was lower and lower. Finally, he fell to the ground motionlessly, completely silently.

Chaoyang Tianshi had completely put all his ideals and hopes in his life on Yang Yong. However, he did not expect that before the big thing was achieved, Yang Yong had already died of the imperial tomb, which meant that Chaoyang Tianshi's hope was completely crushed. Such a heavy blow, even if he was the successor of the Heavenly Demon, how could he bear it? As the saying goes: No sorrow... is greater than death in the heart.

As the enemy became like this, Mahaye no longer cared for himself. He put away the Zen Zhen staff and jumped onto the stone tower. A strange light burst out from his blind eyes. In the sense of spiritual consciousness, the Master of Jile clearly sensed that his disciple had already taken the lead and came to Yang Yong. He wanted to send Yang Yong through the last journey of his life as his Yang family.

"Blood Sky" Tianjing penetrated his body, and the blood in the deposed prince of the Great Sui Dynasty was completely extracted, and there was no hope of life. Even if Nuwa came, he could not save him. However, while Tianjing took away the blood from his body, he also injected a small part of the "Blood Sky" spiritual power into Yang Yong's body, allowing him to survive for a while. However, even though death was right in front of him, there was no fear or resentment between Yang Yong's eyebrows, but instead showed unprecedented ease. However, when the figure of his nephew appeared in his sight, the light in his pupils that was already dim like a candle in the wind and could be extinguished at any time immediately lit up again.

"Dingdang~" sounded, and Taiyuan Sword fell off his hand and fell along the slope of the stone tower. I don't know if it was a coincidence. A crack four or five feet wide was opened on the ground due to an earthquake. The scorching lava slowly flowed under the crack, emitting a faint red light. The Taiyuan Sword rushed straight from the stone tower dozens of feet high, and rushed into the crack. In an instant, this peerless divine weapon that had assisted Qin Shihuang in the east and west to wipe out the six kingdoms, and was strengthened by Yang Yong with his demonic energy and essence and blood in his heart fell to the lava in the center of the earth, and then slowly sank and nowhere to be found. Perhaps one day in the future, it will have the chance to see the light of day again. But if there is no special accident, it will not be able to make trouble and slaughter the world for at least a hundred years.

At this moment, no one here paid attention to the whereabouts of Taiyuan Sword. Yang Yong himself was even more unwilling to the stay or departure of these external things. He reluctantly raised his hand, grabbed Yang Zhao's forearm, and smiled with difficulty: "Zhaoer, the Qianlong Cave for All Times... has been filled with... my essence and blood. The Sui Dynasty... for thousands of generations... will be our descendants of the Yang family... firmly sitting on the throne. All this... is my credit. In the future... when you become the emperor, don't... don't forget me... this... uncle...."

"Yes. Uncle's self-sacrifice has laid the foundation for my Yang family for a thousand years. He is a great hero of the Yang family. Descendants should admire him together." Yang Yong's eyebrows were no longer in his eyes, so the little prince naturally could have seen it. He did not struggle, and let Yang Yong hold his arm tightly and comfort him softly, and his heart was even more depressed. To be fair, he could not have much deeper feelings for this uncle. However, as the saying goes, love the house and the black. Although Yang Zhao's soul was not from this world, his body was a real descendant of the Yang family of the Great Sui family. What's more, after so many ups and downs, he had already recognized the status of Yang Jian, Queen Dugu, Yang Guang, and Xiao family in his heart.

The two brothers Yang Yong and Yang Guang were originally in love with each other, but they finally turned against each other and became enemies and made a fuss until today. Although most of the reasons should be attributed to Yang Su, in the end, Yang Guang always took all the benefits. As a vested interest, Yang Zhao was more or less unavoidable to feel guilty about the uncle in front of him. Therefore, since entering the imperial tomb, even though he knew that Yang Yong was attached to him by a demon and was determined to kill himself quickly, the little prince still tolerated him in every way. Even when Yang Xuangan wanted to kill Yang Yong, the little prince even stepped forward to protect him. That was because of the mentality of "paying for his father".

Unfortunately, even so, Yang Yong could not escape this disaster and died in the imperial tomb. The little prince couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He sighed softly and comforted him in a low voice: "There is no need to say more about the right and wrong of the past. The great Sui Dynasty should have been inherited by you. After returning to Daxing, my nephew will definitely report everything to the emperor and grandfather and give you justice. After my father ascended the throne in the future, my nephew will persuade my father to move your uncle, your spiritual displacement into the Taimiao, and posthumously titled the emperor. It is so that my descendants of the Yang family will know that the reason why they can ascend to the throne is your credit."

Yang Yong's eyes were even more radiant. He struggled to grab the little prince's arm tightly and said, "Zhao'er, what you... said... seriously?"

Yang Zhao nodded heavily and said, "My nephew will never deceive the uncle. The emperor and queen can prove it."

"Okay, okay, okay... the second brother can have... you like this... a son, but it's really... a blessing. It's a pity... mine... mine..." Yan You, at this point, Yang Yong was exhausted and could not continue. The feeling in his heart was mixed, regretful and hated. He had many concubines and many children. Not to mention his daughter, the sons alone included Yang Yan, Yang Yu, Yang Yun, Yang Yi, Yang Ke, etc. But in order to escape smoothly, Yang Yong made up his heart and burned the cold palace where he was in prison with fire. All his children had been buried in the sea of ​​fire, and none of them could be spared.

Yang Zhao's nephew is so kind. If he ascended the throne and became emperor in the future, he would definitely treat the royal family well, and at least he would never make things difficult for his cousins. If he had not fired that day, how could his lineage have reached the point of extinction? Even if he could enter the Taimiao and be worshipped by future generations, he would have been lacking in the incense of his own descendants. How could he teach Yang Yong not to hate him? He shook his head hard, as if he wanted to say something else. But when he reached his throat, his last breath could not be continued. "Gee~" a few times, he relaxed every muscle in his body and lay down softly. Although his eyes had not closed, there would never be any glory in his pupils.

"Hmph, what is the foundation of the emperor? What kind of emperor's foundation? What kind of enjoyment of the Taimiao? All are ridiculous and are jokes in jokes." The words between Yang Yong and the little prince were heard clearly by the rebirth of the Overlord. Yang Xuangan was unhappy and raised his knife and sneered: "If Qian Qiu is to be emperor, you have to strive for it based on your own strength. Superstitious Feng Shui is simply foolish. Yang Zhao, do you really think that by pouring blood into these broken stone pits, you can guarantee that your Yang family's country will never change for generations?"

The little prince sighed and reached out to touch Yang Yong's eyes. He said in a deep voice: "Whether you believe it or not, the uncle always gives everything he has for it. Why should I hit him for it again? If a person works hard for one thing for the rest of his life, if he still gains nothing in the end, then... it is really pitiful."

"Hmph! Mother-in-law is simply a kind woman. People like you are not qualified to achieve great things, and they are even less worthy of being the emperor." Yang Xuangan waved his sword and shouted: "Come down. After a battle just now, the real victory and defeat have not been decided. Between you and me, there is only one person who can walk out of this tomb alive today."

After all, the feelings for Yang Yong are only indirect. Even if there is sadness and sorrow, it will never make the little prince addicted to it for a long time. Only in this moment, he has calmed down and cheered up again. Yang Xuangan is already scarred and he is not much better. Both of them are already at the end of their strength. Chaoyang Tianshi was hit by Yang Yong's death and has now become in a slump, which seems to be no longer a problem. Although Mahaye has suffered losses, he still maintains about 90% of his combat power. He is the one who has preserved his state in the best and strongest state. If he takes action, he will definitely not be embarrassed to make the reincarnation defeat again. However...

Mahaye was just watching from the wall and did not make any moves. Yang Zhao himself had no intention of begging his master for help. When the war reached this point, a certain degree of tacit understanding had emerged between the little prince and the overlord. Both were also unwilling to intervene, just because...

The seven emperor stars in the world, let’s not talk about the emperor Yang Jian for now. Li Yuan and Li Shimin and his son have already died. The White Tiger King has no intention of the imperial career of the Central Plains and is only dedicated to opening up the border. Although Yang Guang combined with the tiger soul to form a super god battle body, he could at most reach the level of the seventh strike of the purple thunder, and he could not defeat the eighth strike of the purple thunder. The only remaining one who can compete with the domineering star is the Zhenwu Emperor Star. After this ultimate battle, he will soon determine the country of China and who will fall in the country. And the road to the emperor has always allowed one person to walk alone.

Yang Zhao took a deep breath, stood up and turned to face Yang Xuangan. He said in a low voice: "Yang Xuangan, if you want to fight, then fight. However... the eight purple thunder strikes have been fully utilized, and the chips have been used up, and the strength has bottomed out. Why do you continue to fight?"

Yang Xuangan's state at this time is indeed not as good as when the war started, but his momentum and fighting spirit are absolutely unabated. The seventh and eighth two strikes of the Purple Thunder can not only be re-activated, but also have stronger killing power. However, if one move is ineffective after one move, it will be useless, and it will easily reveal flaws and be taken advantage of by the enemy. Yang Xuangan cannot be unclear about this superficial truth. But he was not afraid at all and sneered: "The move is only dead, but people are alive. Even if the same move can change in the hands of this overlord, it will be infinite possibilities. What's more, the Purple Thunder Sword Technique has been formed after thousands of hammers and training. How could it be compared with your little thief's urgent move to make a move?"

"In Buddhism, there is a distinction between sudden enlightenment and gradual enlightenment. When all things and laws in the world reach the highest level, they will be at the same end. Martial arts are no exception. Therefore, even if you have been thinking hard for eight hundred years, you may not be able to match the 'true martial arts' that I have gained from enlightenment in one day." Yang Zhao paused and then said calmly: "And there is no need to continue this battle. Because you have... lost."

As soon as the words came out, a strange change occurred. A shadowless and invisible force suddenly blew out with the sound. Even the whole story was completely impossible to see clearly. The Overlord had already taken a heavy move again. Immediately, thunder bombarded one after another, just like a storm, attacking from all directions from all directions. Even with the power of the Overlord, he had no way to grasp the opponent's attack in an instant. He could only use the "Tianzhi Thunder Turn" and try his best to protect himself.

The thunder spiraling sword wheel that swirled around was airtight and could not be penetrated. It was both offensive and defensive, and it was always unfavorable. However, the second attack of the purple thunder seemed to have become a sieve, with loopholes everywhere. In the moment of lightning, Yang Xuangan had already suffered heavy blows all over his body. Countless blood-stained sword wounds emerged out of nowhere, just like Lingchi's torture cut into pieces, causing this reincarnation torture in an instant, and in an instant, the overlord was covered in bruises.

If he was not clear, he suffered losses one after another. Fierce and severe pain emerged. Yang Xuan felt like he fell into the void, feeling nothing but strength and hard to exert. He continued to be beaten passively, even if he had an indestructible body of Vajra, he would have to end up with a drink of hatred in the end. However, the military strategy says: "Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles." What kind of martial arts are the little prince used, what skills did he use, and what is the origin and the origin of it, and there is no clue at all. The enemy's foundation is not clear, and even if he wants to fight back, it is just like catching a shadow, but it is just a waste of energy, and he will be defeated faster.

The King of Western Chu has combined his two lives in his past and present life, and he has experienced more than a thousand bloody battles. Countless storms and waves have also emerged. Even if he is in adversity for a while, Yang Xuangan can still remain calm. With the newly-created Ninth Strike of Purple Thunder as the final base, the King of Overlord is confident that even if the situation is inferior, the "Bath Lei God and the Emperor of the World" will definitely let himself hold the final victory firmly in his hands. But if he does that, he will only force himself to force himself to win with his profound and domineering cultivation and win very little technical content. Yang Xuangan is definitely not interested in the victory obtained in this way.

To launch the ninth attack of Purple Thunder, it requires the use of the natal energy. Even if the power is extremely powerful, it has the limit of three attacks. In other words, no matter how strong Yang Xuangan is, he can only shoot three purple thunder ninth attacks in his life. After the three attacks, the natal energy is exhausted. Not only will he make this move again, even the previous eight attacks of Purple Thunder will be reduced by more than 30%. Before, Yang Xuangan had used the ninth attack once in order to break the trap of the Ten Palaces of Hell. In other words, only two limits remain.
Chapter completed!