Chapter 838 Fission of the Tibetan Sword (3)

Of course, Pan Yang knew what the gods were referring to, so he slowly bent down, bowed deeply to the gods, and then said: "Although the heavenly ghost plot never participates in the battle of forces, but the heavenly ghost plot is the heavenly ghost plot of the rivers and lakes after all. ”

"Help yourself?" the Celestial God repeated with a soft snort, his eyes under the mask glowing with a murderous aura, and asked in a cold voice, "What do you need?"

"The fate of the heavenly machine and ghost plot is to hide in the world, fall into the underworld, walk in yin and yang, be disloyal to people, disloyal to the situation, live in response to the hexagram, and die in response to the hexagram. Pan Yang saluted in front and spoke, leaning over to respond, although it seemed calm and normal, but in fact he responded to the gods hard, but the tone was more acceptable.

"In this way, are you determined to be the enemy of the deity? Are you really not afraid of death?" The god naturally heard the meaning of Pan Yang's words, staring at Pan Yang with a fierce look in his eyes, and the murderous aura in his eyes was full of deterrence, which really made people's backs chill.

Pan Yang pinched a handful of cold sweat in his hand, but he didn't show the slightest, just smiled slightly, and responded: "Who is really not afraid of death? The gods let me die on the third watch, how can I pass the fifth watch?"

The god snorted softly, "It's good that you know! The deity is asking you once, are you loyal to the deity?"

It is enough to let the gods ask for a second time, which is enough to show the weight of the heavenly ghost plot in the hearts of the gods, and it can also be said that the gods of tomorrow value Pan Yang, which is a rare treatment, and it can be regarded as a privilege, but this is a matter of fate for Pan Yang.

Pan Yang's life and death are only between the thoughts of the gods, if you don't nod, the consequences are unimaginable, if you agree, of course, your life is worry-free, and you can be rich and noble, for Pan Yang, it is a hundred benefits and no harm, but if you agree, the "heavenly ghost scheme" will no longer exist, and you will face your master shamelessly after death.

After some consideration, Pan Yang slowly knelt down, leaned over and kowtowed, and then raised his head and said: "Loved by the gods, Pan Yang is flattered and grateful, if Pan Yang does not have this life, he must follow the gods, bow and often die, but... Pan Yang couldn't break the rules of the master, and he didn't dare to disobey the master's instructions. ”

The god of heaven was cold-eyed, his murderous intent had appeared, and he said angrily: "What are the rules of the master, what are the tricks and ghosts, but they are all deceptive nonsense, only ghosts can be seen when they die, and the world is slim, how can there be an afterlife, only in this life, what is lost in this life is lost forever." ”

The wrath of thunder, in the hall, the crows were silent, and everyone trembled and did not dare to speak.

Before Pan Yang came, although he had been mentally prepared, he still had a cold back at this time, and he was shocked, but he didn't dare to show his face, and only said calmly: "Pan Yang has the love of the gods, and please ask the gods to calm their anger!"

A murderous aura permeated, the god of heaven sat on the golden chair, dozens of zhang away from Pan Yang, only to see his right hand condensed a strong internal force, the blue and purple true qi in the palm of the shadow like a shadow, like a gust of wind, a force if there is nothing, such as thunder, like lightning, from the palm of the god to grab the neck of the heavenly ghost.

The gods were so angry, everyone was also shocked, Pan Yang naturally didn't dare to resist, he was choked by the force of the force, and with that force, he was slowly grabbed and hung in the air.

"Who dares to bear me?" The god gritted his teeth in a low voice and asked, the tone seemed to have hatred, and the murderous aura in his eyes became stronger, and there was indeed murderous intent: "Since you are so ignorant, it seems that you are really not afraid of death."

Pan Yang's kung fu can be regarded as a super master, but under the imprisonment of the power of the gods, he didn't dare to move, and he couldn't move, so he could only say bitterly: "The order of the gods, Pan Yang will never dare to disobey, but the mandate of heaven Pan Yang cannot be violated!"

The god snorted coldly and said: "Destiny? Hmph, so what? Your life is in my hands, I let you live, you can live, I want you to die, you have to die, this is your destiny!"

"People will eventually die, and if they can die in the hands of the gods, I will have nothing to owe in this life!" Pan Yang said with difficulty, closed his eyes, and waited for the judgment of the gods.

"Hmph! Want to have a good time? That deity just wants you to see, the Mandate of Heaven is only in the hands of the strong, and your so-called Mandate of Heaven is just a chess game for the deity, and everything is up to me. The murderous aura in the god's eyes subsided, and the anger burned, like a clawed right hand, and a wave of energy fell.

"Boom-"

With a loud bang, Pan Yang slammed on the floor of the hall with the strength of the gods, and the strong momentum smashed the floor, dented a little, and exploded a puff of smoke and dust.

Pan Yang naturally didn't dare to have any resistance, so the fall of the gods almost cost Pan Yang half his life, Pan Yang lay on the ground, a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth, he was seriously injured and couldn't move.

"Take him down, don't let him die, I want him to see what destiny is!" said the god, and with anger, he got up and left.

Although Pan Yang was seriously injured, his fate was temporarily saved.

In Li Du City, after two days of rest, Wu Yi woke up in the evening.

Tang Wanting, who was worried, took a chair, stood by Wu Yi's bedside, stared at Wu Yi in a daze, and when she saw Wu Yi open her eyes, she immediately smiled, and shouted happily at Tang Jing, Xiao Ruyun, and Mo Bai: "Second brother is awake!"

The three of them hurriedly surrounded him, Tang Wanting came to Wu Yi's side, and asked happily: "Second brother, you finally woke up, are you hungry?" I'll go get you something to eat?"

Wu Yi just woke up, he was stunned for a while, he took a breath of relief, his confused vision gradually became clear, and then he came back to his senses, looked at Tang Wanting, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and smiled faintly: "Okay, I'm really a little hungry." ”

Tang Jing's sad expression also faded as Wu Yi woke up, and he asked happily, "How is the second brother?"

Wu Yi shook his head, signaling that he was fine, and only smiled with relief: "Big brother is fine!"

Hearing Wu Yi's words, Tang Jing felt guilty in his heart, and blamed himself: "I'm fine, it's just... I'm sorry for the second brother, but I worried the second brother!"

Wu Yi smiled indifferently and teased: "It's really not cost-effective, I knew that the eldest brother was so uneasy, and I should have been the eldest brother when I worshipped!"

Saying this, the guilt in Tang Jing's heart was also transferred by Wu Yi, and he praised: "The second brother has been smart and clever since he was a child, and he is not comparable to ordinary people, if you say that the eldest brother..."

"Big brother is big brother, if there was no big brother at the beginning, there would be no Wu Yi today. Wu Yi knew what Tang Jing was going to say, interrupted Tang Jing's words, and said with a smile: "What's more, the eldest brother is not easy to be, it is uncomfortable enough to have a third brother, if there are many second brothers who are not worried, wouldn't they be angry to death?"