He is the king of evil ways, he regards everything like grass mustard, like a chess piece, never easily reveals his inner feelings, and in his heart, he is proud.

Because of this, being defeated in this way by a "little person" who has never looked down on him and didn't pay attention to it made it extremely difficult for him to accept and made him almost mad.

The atmosphere of the entire dungeon was like viscous mercury, almost solidifying.

But there is a crisis lurking in the silence, like a repressive volcano that is about to erupt at any moment.

The four members of the "Apocalypse" who came with Wang Ting were staring at Lin Xi and the third uncle with fierce eyes, and they would do it as soon as there was any change.

And on Yang Qiao's side, the three-headed dragon was under his control, the dragon power was boiling, the overwhelming dragon energy, and the dragon's will suppressed the black water dragon vein, suppressing the royal court, so that he did not dare to make any moves.

One move will provoke the mad slaughter of three dragons.

Wang Ting, who has always controlled the life and death of others, felt that he was standing on the tip of a knife for the first time, and if he fell, it was an abyss.

Sweat oozed from the forehead of the royal court.

"Ahh

Suddenly, a sneeze sounded, and everyone's hearts were shocked, and they secretly screamed badly.

The fragile equilibrium was shattered in an instant.

Aoki Dragon, Fire Dragon Vein, Thick Earth Dragon Vein, the three giant dragons in Yang Qiao's hands flew up, almost breaking through the dome of the underground palace.

The huge dragon body carried the will of the Heavenly Dao and slapped down towards the royal court and the black water dragon vein.

"Let's go!"

Wang Ting roared, his palm slapped down, and the black water dragon let out a terrible dragon roar, and the dragon's body instantly disintegrated, turning into countless glowing runes and drilling into his right hand.

Wang Ting's body stepped back, and he was about to melt into the darkness, but with Yang Qiao's right index finger, the emerald dragon swept by.

Burst!

Blood splattered, and a palm fell to the ground.

Wang Ting let out a miserable scream, his body sank into the darkness, and he finally escaped through his secret technique.

Yang Qiao didn't care about chasing, his hands were sealed, and he chanted the secret method of sealing the dragon in his mouth, and drove the three-headed dragon to fly towards the foreign aliens wearing masks.

Under the three-headed dragon vein, even if the thirteen "Apocalypse" are all gathered together, there is only one word, that is, death.

"Let's go!" the muscular man in the crow mask and the girl in the clown mask screamed at the same time, and the four of them gathered together, the light distorted, and the fiery dragon swept by, and the four were faintly heard screaming.

There was a cloud of ashes on the ground, and it was unknown who had been bitten by the dragon.

Yang Qiao took a deep breath and launched the Dragon Sealing Secret Method.

The three-headed dragon with teeth and claws, under the fearful gaze of the third uncle and Lin Xi, the green wood dragon turned into a little bit of broken light, the fire dragon vein turned into a flying flame chain, and the thick earth dragon vein turned into a circle of rune chains, and finally these three dragons were in the form of runes, and Yang Qiao's three fingers were withdrawn, turning into a dim dragon sealing rune.

Goodo......

I don't know who swallowed his saliva, third uncle, you look at me, I look at you, and suddenly laughed together.

This time it can be called a narrow escape from death, and I walked around the ghost gate, although everyone was injured a lot, but it was a blessing to be alive.

Especially being able to see the legendary dragon vein with my own eyes, and seeing with my own eyes that someone can harness this power, I feel that this life is worth it.

The third uncle took out his cigarette stick and lit it, took a deep breath, and walked over to Yang Qiao with the other three, and the wrinkles on his forehead were stretched: "Legend has it that the ancient real people could eat and drink dew and travel in the world, I always thought it was just a legend, but seeing Yang Qiao like this today, I suddenly believed it a little." "

"The ancient immortals control the six dragons, chasing the stars and chasing the moon......" Jingxu Daoist also shook his head and said: "I think Yang Qiao is almost the same, he can actually subdue the three dragon veins, and the future life is terrifying!"

His words drew several nods from Mai Zhengyi, the third uncle, and Mr. Lao, and they agreed with each other.

Yang Qiao just scratched his head when he heard this, and didn't say anything, the three dragons ...... In fact, I already have four, but I didn't need that much just now, and the space here can't be accommodated.

If there is a chance, four dragons, no, one more, and five dragons representing the five elements will be released together, then it will be called majestic, and it is estimated that it can scare the third uncle and them to death.

Lin Xi also walked over with his sword in his hand, patted Ma Xiaoling's shoulder, and the two looked at Yang Qiao with a somewhat complicated gaze.

I have always felt that I know Yang Qiao very well, but this time, I feel that I really can't understand this teenager.

At that point, he has grown to the point where he has become a towering tree that can protect everyone.

A few months ago, when Liu Jing was about to rob Yang Qiao's amber pocket watch overseas, at that time, he still needed the protection of Ma Xiaoling and Lin Xi, and he relied on their help to get through the catastrophe.

But now, today, the three dragon veins are exhausted, devouring the sky and the earth, sweeping everything.

This huge strength is enough to crush everything.

If it spreads, I am afraid that the entire feng shui world will surrender to Yang Qiao.

In ancient times, mastering a dragon vein could establish a country and become a king or the son of heaven, Yang Qiao now holds several dragon veins, which is even more powerful than the ancient emperors.

In this way, he has infinite possibilities in the future, why is he so insistent on exploring these ancient tombs of Feng Shui?

With a deep doubt in his eyes, Lin Xi looked at the familiar and unfamiliar young man in front of him.

What kind of path does he want to take?

Just when Lin Xi was silently thinking about her thoughts, Ma Xiaoling, who was beside her, was also full of thoughts.

I don't know when I got used to working with Yang Qiao to explore the unknown, help him, and protect him forward.

Whether it is purifying evil spirits, fighting against Liu Jing, or exploring the ancient tombs and going to Jiangxia Town to clear the undead of the Japanese army, he is used to standing in front of him, and he almost forgets that when purifying the obsession of rhubarb, Yang Qiao has already shown a powerful secret technique.

How many secrets does he have?

In the future, can you still maintain such a simple friendship with him?

Ma Xiaoling was a little confused.

After all, the third uncle and the others are pure masters, not as many as women think, and they came to Yang Qiao excitedly one by one, no matter what Yang Qiao thought, he picked up his hand and stared at the dragon sealing rune on his finger with wide eyes, looking like a dirt bun entering the city.

"Tsk, this little talisman is actually sealed with a dragon!"

"I've seen it for a long time! Lao Tzu's life is not in vain!"

"I'm so envious, why don't I have such luck!"

Several old men looked like they were gossiping and burning, with little stars in their eyes, holding Yang Qiao's fingers and touching and looking, they couldn't wait to kiss a few bites.

made Yang Qiao look embarrassed, "Third uncle, don't be like this, let's do the right thing, do the right thing......"

"What else are you talking about? Yang Qiao, since ancient times, the dragon veins have been inhabited by virtuous people, and if you can subdue three dragon veins in a row, it means that you are a person with great luck, if there is anyone else in this world who can find Jianmu and embark on that 'road to heaven', I'm afraid it must be you!"

The third uncle didn't know whether to feel it or say it meaningfully.

At this moment, the ever-bright lantern and candle in the dungeon jumped violently, and the long flames moved a foot away, which looked extremely treacherous.

Yang Qiao and the third uncle were all shocked.

In a gloomy and miserable atmosphere, a ghostly voice said faintly: "You say that this kid can live forever? "

The firelight jumped a few times, and the dark shadows on the walls of the dungeon fluttered, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

When everything returned to normal, Yang Qiao and Lin Xi found that there was another group of people in the dungeon at some point.

Silver-haired robe, short stature Xuan Mingzi.

Half black, half white, yin and yang with cold eyes.

Looking at Yang Qiao, a pair of charming eyes were full of murderous poisonous dragons.

This is the third son of Qingcheng.

In addition to the three of them, there are also silver-haired, white-eyebrowed, tall white cranes.

Beside him were the puppeteer dwarf, the giant with a gilded rune, the seventh sister with a long whip, the feminine and handsome man with Yang Qiao's hair broken to the shoulders, the illusionist boy with a lollipop bite and a runny nose with a demented look, and the big fat man who weighed more than 200 pounds.

The seven sons of the north also came.

Looking at these old monsters who had been famous for a long time, the third uncle and Mai Zhengyi were obviously nervous.

Although those people in the royal court retreated, each of the three sons of Qingcheng and the seven sons of the north had some evil skills, and they were not easy to deal with.

And unlike the third uncle, although the third uncle is also very interested in the "immortal medicine", he is more of a trying mentality, and does not say that he must work hard for it.

But the three elders of Qingcheng and the seven sons of the north are obviously coming for the art of immortality and Yang Qiao, and they look like they are not dying.

After experiencing the affairs of the royal court, everyone is relatively tired, even if it is Yang Qiao himself, even if he has the power of a strong dragon vein, he may not be willing to fight with these people again.

The third uncle and Mai Zhengyi glanced at each other, and then greeted the three elders of Qingcheng and the seven sons of the north who came up head-on and said: "Everyone is in the same line of Chinese feng shui, why bother to make a fuss? And today's incident is not only a matter of our feng shui sect, I just heard that the onmyoji of the Japanese Shinto religion has appeared, and the evil feng shui master Wang Ting, with a group of foreign people with extraordinary abilities, in my opinion, it is better to put aside prejudices and first unify with the outside world." "

The third uncle's words sounded very convincing, but it was a pity that the three elders of Qingcheng and the seven sons of the north, one was stubborn and the other was paranoid, where would they pay attention to what he said.

With a smile on his face, Xuan Mingzi said: "After I die, who cares about the monstrous flood, in the face of immortality, whether it is Shintoism, Japanese, or evil ways, what does it have to do with me?"

Bai Heweng also sneered: "No matter what you say, I just need Yang Qiao to hand over the Shu Dragon Vein, and the rest is my business." "

After the two finished speaking, they stopped talking at the same time and glared at each other.

In the battle for the dragon vein, the three elders of Qingcheng and the seven sons of the north are also hostile.

The atmosphere froze instantly.

The three elders of Qingcheng, the seven sons of the north, and the third uncle, Lin Xi, and Yang Qiao each represent the interests of one party, and they just form a triangle, restricting each other, and no one moves for a while, for fear that they will be united by the other two parties if they are a little negligent.

Time passed minute by minute, Yang Qiao also had a lot of thoughts in his heart, in the past, he always wanted to be low-key, he wanted to have more power than ordinary people, master the metaphysics of Feng Shui, and wanted to live a peaceful and low-key life, but now it seems that everything is wishful thinking.

Fish and usual are incompatible, and he has long been unable to go back.

Just when the situation was at a stalemate, the vitality between heaven and earth trembled slightly, and it seemed that a hidden array door had been opened.

The three elders of Qingcheng and the seven sons of the north looked in the direction of the change of vitality in surprise, only to see that from the originally empty air, there was suddenly an additional crack, and the hidden feng shui array in the entire space slowly flowed, and the portal gradually opened.

Gu Lao and Gu Qingmei of the Heart Sect, Yu Xiuyu of the Hidden Sect, Shi Dejian of the Zen Sect, Xuanji Daoist of the Taoist Sect, and Wen Lao of the Li Qi Sect are walking out of the portal with their disciples.

Walking in the forefront was the black-haired and black-bearded Gu Lao, who was holding his inseparable Huanghuali hand in his hand, and said with some feelings: "If you want to talk about the study of the feng shui array, no one in our six sects of Xuanmen really has the skill of Lao Gu you, fortunately you have you ......"

The six sects of Xuanmen are all here!

Among the three elders of Qingcheng, Xuan Mingzi's mind was racing, in order to deal with Yang Qiao, he had already made the connections around Yang Qiao clear during this time, and knew that the six sects of Xuanmen were deeply involved with Yang Qiao, and it was very likely that they had the same hatred for themselves.

At that moment, he said to the white crane of the seven sons of the north: "Everyone cooperates, and then divide the high and low afterwards." "

"Listen to you!" Bai Heweng nodded vigorously, he also saw the situation, if he didn't unite with the three elders of Qingcheng, today would be a dead end.

"Do it!"

In the cheers, the three elders of Qingcheng and the seven sons of the north moved in unison.

Six hundred years ago, whether it was Zhu Yuanzhang or Liu Bowen, they probably would never have dreamed that more than 600 years later, in the Ming Filial Piety Mausoleum that they had painstakingly built, there would be so many amazing and brilliant Feng Shui Xuanmen masters, who would display their lifelong cultivation here and fight with all their might.

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