Yang Xingzhou, who was sitting on the agarwood tree in Kowloon, looked up at the sky with a look of shock when the big golden bird flew over Heifeng Village.

The various arrangements he made outside Gunxiu City made it difficult for even Daluo Jinxian to escape in a short time. Unexpectedly, this golden bird could force out the poison so easily, disperse the evil spirits, and attack in the poisonous needle formation.

He was able to avoid vital points even at the next moment, and finally when his body turned into light and rushed out of the formation, all the negative situations were swept away and he became energetic again, as if what just happened was just an illusion, or what was injured was just a shadow.

It was like flicking off a small bug on its body, without causing any harm to it. It didn't even take this matter into its heart. It turned the page in an instant and started calling Wen Yuliang in the air.

The appearance of this golden bird is weird, and its abilities are also weird. From Yang Xingzhou's perspective, the bird's aura is just average, not much better than the Golden-winged Tianpeng in the small world, but it can break through his own magic circle in an instant

The siege and the ability to resolve all negative blessings are extremely impressive.

But what is even more surprising is that the words it spit out seem to be calling for Wen Yuliang to return to the team. It seems that Wen Yuliang has been lurking in the world for more than 80,000 years!

"Damn it, I knew there was something wrong with this old thief, but I didn't expect the problem to be so big! He's at least 80,000 years old!"

Yang Xingzhou looked from Agarwood to the direction where Wen Yuliang was. He saw Wen Yuliang staring blankly at the golden tornado in the sky, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, and a look of great excitement appeared on his face, which slowly spread over him.

The huge aura that had been sleeping in the body for countless years slowly spread out, creating gaps in the nasturtiums formed by the agarwood.

"Old minister... Wen Yuliang is still capable of fighting!"

He burst into tears of excitement, and he suddenly lifted up and came to the front of the big golden bird in mid-air: "Jinfeng, where is the emperor now?"

Jinniao said: "I just came out of seclusion and am monitoring the world to sort out what happened during this period."

Wen Yuliang: "First Master, where are the Second Master and the others?"

The golden bird said: "The eldest master is at the end of the world, fighting against the evildoers of Emperor Xing. The second master is clearing the pits in the Black Mountain. The emperor asked me to ask you, where did you throw the third master? Why does his aura get stronger and stronger intermittently?

Weak? What kind of experience is he going through?"

Wen Yuliang looked at Yang Xingzhou who was sitting in the agarwood chariot in Kowloon and said, "The third master is right here."

Jin Feng said blankly: "Here? Why can't I feel his breath?"

Wen Yuliang looked at him with sympathy: "You were almost injured by his formation, and you still can't sense his breath?"

Jinfeng looked at Yang Xingzhou's clone who was 10,000 feet tall in the distance and was preparing to refine the cauldron, and said in surprise: "The big guy who is moving the cauldron now is the Third Master? Damn it, this Wutu Divine Cauldron is connected to the earth. If this cauldron is conquered,

, the whole person is connected to the aura of the earth's veins, and it is difficult to leave the earth again. This is deliberately used by the emperor to trick people, but this time it is better, he started to trick his own son!"

He said happily: "But this old man is not a thing, he is very vicious, and he deserves to be tied up by the Wu Tu Ding! Where is Lao Qu? Where is the old thief Qu? And where is the old dog Tian? Look, you guys have taught him a

Who are you? I just said that you three old people are unreliable, and I shouldn’t have given the third master to you to raise him at that time!”

Wen Yuliang whispered: "Jinfeng, today is the wedding of the third young master. Why don't you come down and say hello?"

Jin Feng lowered his head and looked at the Kowloon Agarwood Chariot: "Such a grand display? This car is pretty good. Damn it, the people of the Old Yang family are more ostentatious than the last!"

The golden halo circulated around his body, he looked down at the wedding team, and then at the giant giant in the distance who started to pick up the tripod and refine it, and said: "The great power of the clone? No wonder you didn't stop him from refining the Wutu tripod.

It turns out that he has also learned such magical powers! I said, Old Thief Wen, have you even mastered such magical powers in these years?"

Wen Yuliang shook his head and said: "He learned and realized on his own, and the magical powers he obtained from other places were not taught by us."

Jin Feng said: "Self-study and self-enlightenment? I don't believe it!"

One person and one bird slowly descended from the sky and landed next to Yang Xingzhou's wedding party. The golden bird turned into a ball of golden flames and followed the chariot behind the Kowloon agarwood, just like the golden flames behind the Buddha.

It was a happy day for Yang Xingzhou. No one or a bird dared to stop the team rashly. They just joined in silently. When Yang Xingzhou saw them, he did not stop them. Everything went on as usual, blowing and beating, and continued to march towards Fengming Mountain.

On the other side, Yang Xingzhou's incarnation stood in front of the Wutu Cauldron. He bent down and used all his strength to uproot the entire cauldron. The real fire in his body surged to refine the cauldron.

Outside him, more than a dozen figures the same size as him had surrounded him, using various magic weapons to bombard him. However, Yang Xingzhou's body flashed with treasure light and transformed into three heads and eight arms.

A long sword, a spear in one hand, poison in the other hand, flying knives and other hidden weapons in the other hand, and two hands sealing to draw the huge power of heaven and earth, forming various magic arrays at the scene, redirecting the flying magic weapons, and neutralizing the force.

Above him, there was a mirror of thunder and golden light and a bag of sinister wind. The thunderous and sinister wind kept surging around him, making a huge sound, which made the people in Gonxiu City feel restless and angry. Hundreds of claws scratched their hearts. Many people

They have been knocked unconscious by the huge fluctuations, and some have even died.

"Yang Xingzhou, a treasure is born and a virtuous person lives in it. This great cauldron is where our Gunxiu City's ten thousand-year foundation lies. If you take it away, how will we, the people, survive?"

A man in a yellow robe wearing a gorgeous war robe held a golden mace and smashed it on Yang Xingzhou's head: "This cauldron belongs to Gongxiu City, how dare you ask for it!"

A cloud of happiness appeared above Yang Xingzhou's head, he held the golden mace, looked at the man's head and cursed: "This cauldron is destined to me! Otherwise, why would it show its original shape in my hand?"

A sword slashed out, cutting off the arm of the man in yellow robe: "Since it is destined, it is mine!"

The man in yellow robe was furious, and the fallen arm turned into a cloud of blood mist, which seeped back into his body. At the same time, the broken arm was reborn, and the golden mace turned into a golden dragon, roaring towards Yang Xingzhou.

Another bald monk held a Zen staff and hit Yang Xingzhou: "Good, good! How could such a treasure fall into the hands of Yang Heifeng outside the Great Wall? Please stop the sacrifice, otherwise the millions of living beings in the city will not survive!"

Yang Xingzhou raised one arm and slammed down the demon pestle, breaking the monk's Zen staff. His head was also beaten to pieces, and his body was beaten to pieces. Golden blood spurted out and turned into a golden ball in the air.

The relic returned to its original shape and shouted: "What a powerful magic weapon! It's so good! It's really stupid and stubborn. Don't blame the old monk for killing him!"

He took out a big bell in his hand and pointed the bell at the door in front of Yang Xingzhou. Then the bell rang, shaking Yang Xingzhou's whole body. The besieged people used various magic weapons to break the magic circle and hit his magic weapon.

Above the body, lightning flashed and thunder rolled.

"You bald ass!"

Yang Xingzhou was furious, white air rose above his head, and a golden gourd appeared above his head. The gourd's mouth opened, and a black and yellow air flew out. There was a yin and yang flying knife inside, which shone brightly, immobilizing the monk's spirit. The flying knife flew out, and the yin and yang flew out.

They crossed each other, and with a "click" sound, the monk's head was cut off.

The monk caught the head with both hands and tried to grow another one. As a result, the fire in his cavity was gushing out, but it couldn't grow out. The three zombie gods jumped up in fear and shook their bodies. Finally, the headless corpse fell to the sky and smashed through the earth.

, turned into a mountain peak, connected to the earth's veins, and lost its original appearance.

The dozen or so figures surrounding Yang Xingzhou were horrified when they saw this, and they all stopped and retreated.

Originally, when masters of their level fought against each other, the only difference was the outcome. It was difficult to determine life or death. There were different levels of magic power, but there was no level of level. Logically speaking, there was no risk for life when both sides fought.

But Yang Xingzhou's flying knife at this time actually cut off the old monk's essence, cut the relics, and even his soul was cut into nothingness. He could not die anymore, and his soul was completely destroyed.

When their cultivation reached their level, they were already immortal holy spirits. When fighting against others, it was only about victory or defeat, not life and death. Now seeing that Yang Xingzhou was so ruthless that he could really kill them, everyone immediately felt fear.

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Therefore, when Zhanjiang's flying knife slowly rotated again and the white light froze a person, everyone nearby put away their great magical powers of law, heaven, elephant and earth, and were thousands of miles away in an instant, not daring to meet Yang Xingzhou again.

It had been a long time since they had tasted fear, and this time Yang Xingzhou successfully reminded them of it.
Chapter completed!