Chapter 1364

Yang shoumu turned his head. He saw with his own eyes that a layer of ice crystals had completely covered the surface of Yang xingxia's body. Yang xingxia's eyebrows and hair had frosted, and his face was pale without any blood color, as if he had been frozen for a long time.

Yang xingxia's pupils gradually lost color.

"No! No Yang Shou's tomb roared loudly, and the swords flickered behind him.

"Brother, this old man is going crazy!" Quan Dingding looks at Yang's state of guarding the tomb, which is very wrong.

"Zhang Xuan, run." The voice of the evil god sounded again. "The energy in his body is on the edge of explosion at any time. It's terrible. You can't resist it. Run!"

The white shadow behind Zhang Xuan faded away. The sword just now is Zhang Xuan's strongest move, and with the help of the spirit fragments of those dead inheritors, if we fight with Yang Shou's tomb again now, Zhang Xuan is definitely not an opponent, let alone Yang Shou's tomb, who is really angry.

Zhang Xuan is not a fool. Yang shoumu is in such a state. He didn't want to be hard.

"Don't follow me. You go back to the ancestral land by yourself. I'm the only target of Yang Shou's tomb. When you get to the ancestral land, you can help me find out the whereabouts of my wife. Her name is Lin QingHan." After Zhang Xuan left such a sentence for Quan Dingding, he turned and rushed to the fog.

With a wave of one arm, Yang xingxia's stiff body is entangled by a strong wind. He carries it to the back of Yang's tomb and draws out the sword from Yang xingxia's waist. It's a sword inherited from Xixia.

All around Yang Shou's tomb, the sharp sword Qi is constantly crisscrossing.

"Zhang Xuan, I swear to sacrifice your blood to your master!"

Yang shoumu takes a step forward and rushes into the dark fog. His fierce aura is rampant everywhere. At the moment, Yang shoumu is already in a state of madness.

When Zhang Xuan plunges into the fog, he doesn't choose the right way to break the battle. Now he has no time to break the battle. Yang Shou's tomb is behind him.

"Zhang Xuan, this man is very strong, in your present state. It's almost impossible to kill him. Go to the ancestral land of Loulan and devour the spirit energy there. Then you can step into the spirit control. At that time, you will never be afraid of that person again. " Evil spirits have been sending such a message to Zhang Xuan.

"Shut up." Zhang xuanleng drinks.

Obviously, the evil god was afraid of Zhang Xuan's threat. He immediately stopped saying such words, but changed a way, "otherwise, I can lend you my strength temporarily. So you can kill him easily, OK? If you use my power, you can go anywhere in the world and kill anyone you want. "

Zhang Xuan had no time to deal with the evil god, because Yang Shou had killed him.

All over the sky, the sword spirit came straight to Zhang Xuan, full of intention to kill. Yang Shou's heart was determined to kill him.

Zhang Xuan kept silent and was determined to run.

Next to the dock, all of them were sitting there with their knees crossed. Reciting the Buddhist scriptures is to do something to transcend.

The seriously injured Xu Huan was tied up by those inheritors. They only hated Xu Huan, including Xu Chan, who had been pressed there and beaten so hard that they couldn't move.

"Amitabha, benefactors. Go aboard with me. " Quan Dingding stood up.

At this moment, no one dares to be disrespectful to Quan Dingding. Let alone how strong Zhang Xuan is with Quan Dingding, the appearance of Quan Dingding alone has already made them very grateful. If these two people hadn't just arrived, all of them would have become Xu Huan's rations.

They boarded the boat and crossed the lake under the guidance of Quan Ding Ding.

"Master, brother Zhang, he won't do anything, will he?" Wei Lan looked worried at the dense fog.

"Amitabha, if the female benefactor is worried. I can take the benefactor to shower and change clothes and pray sincerely. " All of them have a face of justice.

"I don't think sincerity should be expressed in practice. I'll start praying for brother Zhang now." Wei Lan sat on the boat with his knees crossed. Put your hands on * and pray for Zhang Xuan.

Loulan is filled with thick fog, which has lasted for more than ten hours. It's a poor person. He had already died in some dead battle. In the past ten hours, all the people with strength had found a way to break the fog. They all headed for Quan's ancestral land, the island in the middle of the lake.

The way the lake water flows is very unique. It's not for a while that one wants to land on the island. It's only when the sky is light and the dense fog begins to disperse that the inheritors who are with Quan Ding can see the island in the center of the lake. The boat under their feet is not going straight to the island in the middle of the lake, but side to the island in the middle of the lake and drifting in other directions. It will take some time to land on the island.

More than 2000 members of the family gathered on the island in the middle of the lake. In front of a ancestral hall, the pilgrimage ended.

"If you're ready, let's go." The old man turned around, leaning on crutches, "this is the general trend. We all can't hide and endure blindly. Our inheritance is broken one after another. We all have to make changes. Is there any news of Ding Ding

"He's already on the lake." A member of the Quan family replied.

"Be ready. Once Ding Ding appears, let him inherit Loulan's will and accept it! Let's break up the array and let Ding Ding land on the island quickly. ""I understand."

A gust of wind swept across the island, the fog suddenly dissipated, and the irregular flow of water on the lake also became gentle.

"The fog is gone!"

"It's gone! Great

"It's time to land on the island!"

"Go to the island!"

Similar sounds were heard in all directions of ancestral land.

Outside the ancestral land, in the yellow sand.

Gu Shi in black robes and LAN Yunxiao look at the direction of the ancestral land.

"The array in ancestral place is broken. Shall we go in?" The ancient servant opened his mouth.

LAN Yunxiao shook his head slightly. "Don't worry. Wait until it's completely opened. Is there any news from the evil god?"

"Not yet." The ancient servant replied.

LAN Yunxiao frowned and said nothing more.

At eleven o'clock at noon, the first group of people had already boarded the island in the middle of the lake. They were not all Dingding, nor the forces of the Shenyin Association and the atavism League, nor the major clans. They were members of the ninth Bureau led by Zhao Ji. Beside Zhao Ji, there was another inheritor. This inheritor was obviously different from Xu Huan's group. He followed the ninth Bureau, and it seemed that he was with Zhao Ji I'm very familiar with you.

"I'm starving. I'm starving. Is there anything to eat? Quan should be very hospitable." As soon as Zhao Ji landed on the island, he began to scream.

"Welcome to Mr. Quan. The meal is ready. Please come." A Quan's man came out to meet him.

The edge of the island in the middle of the lake, all Ding Ding touched his bald head, some embarrassed to himself, "I don't know if Xiaohua likes monks."

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