"You monkey, what a big breath! I see how you take away my Netherworld Ferry!" Mo Changyue said angrily.

"I didn't say I could handle you. But now under the protection of the Demon Suppression Tower, can you still hurt my master?" Xiaolong's voice came to the tower, and said: "Brother Xiao Fan, Brother Big Tree, the aura of the earth element here is very dense, you immediately start cultivating and sprint towards the Earth Soul Realm! With the protection of the Demon Suppression Tower, you don't have to worry about Mo Changyue." I command the Demon Suppression Tower to absorb the earth elemental breath, and then forcibly pour it into your soul power seeds! You only need to reconcile, let the soul power seeds receive the earth element breath, and wait for the soul power seeds to generate earth attribute soul power by themselves, and you will succeed!"

"You are already very close to the Earth Soul Realm, only a thin line away! I used this method to break through just now, you can do it too! Hurry up, when you all enter the Earth Soul Realm, it will be the death period of this Mo Changyue!"

Outside the Demon Tower of Fusheng Town, Mo Changyue was certainly not frightened by Xiaolong's few wild words. The evil spirit is afraid of the Demon Suppression Tower, and he does not dare to attack the little dragon on the Demon Suppression Tower, but he is the master of the Netherworld Ferry Space at this time, and he can still use many means to deal with the little dragon without relying on the evil spirit.

Xiaolong no longer paid attention to Mo Changyue, but hid in the tower. Regardless of the storm outside the tower, the river and the sea, the lightning and thunder, a group of them were safe and sound in the tower.

No matter how much Mo Changyue wreaked havoc on the Demon Suppression Tower, there was no damage to the Demon Suppression Tower, and even shot white lights at Mo Changyue's face from time to time.

Outside the Yin Yin Ferry, Mo Changyue was shocked and vomited blood. Brother Yang Fan couldn't hurt Mo Changyue in the ferry, but the Demon Suppression Tower could.

"Damn!" Mo Changyue meditated on the spot, took a deep breath, and once again released more soul power to the Netherworld Ferry suspended in the night, suppressing it.

In the Demon Suppression Tower, Yang Shu's injuries had recovered, and he was cultivating with Yang Fan closed his eyes and sprinting towards the Earth Soul Realm.

This is completely a kind of impact cultivation, and it is necessary to forcibly improve the cultivation.

Of course, this cultivation method is not available to everyone, because it requires very harsh conditions, and this condition is that you must absorb a strong earth elemental aura!

Therefore, outside, only those cultivators who possess the Cave Heaven Blessed Land have such cultivation conditions.

And now, in the Yin Netherworld Ferryboat, it is the blessed land of Yang Fan and Yang Shu!

Not only that, but in addition to having the Cave Heaven Blessed Land, they also have the help of the Demon Suppression Tower. The Demon Suppression Tower helped them absorb the earth elemental breath, and filtered these earth elemental breaths once, removing the impurities inside. Therefore, the earth elemental aura absorbed by the Yang Fan brothers is not only high-quality, but also the purest!

That's all the benefits!

It's not that there are no atmospheric luck, where can there be such good luck?

But now it is the world of the Zhao family, and the two of them are surnamed Yang, why can they have such good luck?

Could it really be in response to the folk proverb: "The Zhao family is the emperor of the Yang family?" The brothers took advantage of the surname Yang and took away some of Yang Ge's luck?

But even if this was the case, it was no wonder that their brothers, because no matter how much luck they took away from Yang Ge Lao, it was not their fault. Because of Yang Ge Lao's luck, he himself was captured by the Zhao family.

The dignified dragon vein, born with the luck of heaven and earth, and the royal dragon power and the fruit, but unconsciously, some of them have changed their surname to Yang......

Of course, these things of heaven and earth and the great cultivation of the royal palace are not what the current Yang Fan can care about.

What he has to do now is to follow Xiaolong's guidance and keep impacting the Earth Soul Realm!

Shock, impact, impact!

A teenager who dreams of becoming a soul guest is making the final sprint for his dream!

Xiaofan, come on.

Just one step away and your dreams will come true!

From now on, you're a soul guest!

......

Thousands of miles away from Kowloon Town, there is a bustling big city, it is already a sub-hour, but the city is still brightly lit, and many streets are still bustling, and the night is not closed.

In this bustling big city, there is a very bustling mansion. In addition to its height, the luxury and wealth of this mansion are not much inferior to the imperial palace not far away.

If it is said that in this big city called "Yujing", the most prosperous building is the imperial palace, then the mansion next to the palace can definitely be listed as the second most prosperous building in Yujing.

On the lintel of the gate of the mansion, there is a large golden plaque with four large golden characters written in an atmospheric manner.

"Zhenguo Mansion!"

Written below is a small golden letter: "Taizu Imperial Pen Inscription." ”

This door plaque was actually inscribed by Jing Taizu's imperial pen! Relying on this door plaque alone, the huge Zhenguo Mansion was already shrouded in dragon energy, and no evil dared to come and make trouble.

Therefore, it is not without reason that the Yang family has taken some of the luck of the Zhao family.

Sometimes, snatching is often passive.

Giving, often on the initiative.

Yang Juzheng is a very popular minister, and there are many titles on his head. He is not only the first assistant of the court's cabinet, but also the prince of Zhenguo, the prince and the prince, the scholar of the Longteng Palace, the secretary of the ministry, and the general of the Zhenguo......

The head of the cabinet, the head of the civil ministers, the first person in the court except for the emperor.

Zhenguo Gong, after Jing Taizu founded the country, he only sealed six dukes, known as the "Six Dukes of the Founding of the People's Republic of China", and Yang Juzheng was among them.

The official department is in charge of the appointment, dismissal, reward and punishment of all ministers, and is the head of the six books.

General Zhenguo......

Which of these terms is the goal of many people's lives.

Therefore, such a person lives in such a house, and no one in the court has any objections.

As if all this was taken for granted.

It was too late at this time, but Yang Juzheng was still reading in the house.

He was in his early fifties, his eyes were deep, and he seemed to be in good spirits even though it was late at night. If there is any characteristic of his facial features, it is that he has a pair of eyes that people cannot forget at a glance. These eyes are as black as ink, but in the inky darkness, it seems to see a colorful world. But it makes people wonder for a moment, is he living in this world, or is this world living in his eyes? Or is there another world in his eyes?

Just these eyes made it impossible to look away from him anymore, and he would no longer look at other places in him.

He doesn't need to be served by the girls when he reads, he is just a quiet person.

He was originally very fascinated, and the information in the book was engraved in his mind vividly, but at this moment, the words on the book actually began to move, spread, and finally disappeared.

Yang Juzheng hurriedly closed the book and slammed it on the table.

He raised his eyebrows and said to himself, "Someone is taking away my luck." ”

Thousands of miles away, but aware of the loss of luck, what kind of realm can you feel it?