Chapter Ninety-Three: Memory

I don't know how long it took, Yang Yuanhao's consciousness gradually recovered, and he opened his eyes with difficulty, and a dazzling beam of light came, making his eyes, which were already difficult to open, squint again. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He stretched out his hand to block the light, and then slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a familiar illusion, which was his room in the Yang family, and the furnishings here had not changed at all. At this time, Yang Yuanhao was lying on his bed, struggling to get up, and was about to get out of bed, but he stumbled and fell to the ground. At that moment, Yang Yuanhao's eyes were full of incredulity.

"My cultivation?!"

His eyes widened, and his mind sensed the dantian, the meridians, and every cell in his body, but he couldn't sense even the slightest fluctuation of vitality, which only showed that his skills had been lost and he had become a mortal.

"How so?! Why is my cultivation ......" He was really hard to accept, and he screamed silently in his heart, his face frightened.

He can't lose his cultivation. If he becomes a mortal, how can the revenge of the Yang family's extermination be avenged? If he became a mortal, how could he fulfill his promise to the Heavenly King? If he becomes a mortal, then how can he get rid of the demons in his body?!

Crunch!

The door opened, and an old man pushed it in, holding a tray with some food on it.

He held the tray with a kind face, and was about to walk towards the bed, when he saw Yang Yuanhao who fell to the ground, he was immediately shocked, and sent it with his palm, even if all the food on the tray was spilled on the ground, he didn't care, the old man's face was full of worry, and he reached out to help Yang Yuanhao. Although the old man was already half of the earth, he effortlessly helped Yang Yuanhao up and let him sit on the bed steadily.

"Chang Bo......" Yang Yuanhao's voice trembled, and tears fell silently.

"What's wrong? Ah! How old is the child, why are you still crying, okay, okay, just come back. Chang Bo comforted softly, with doting in his eyes.

Yang Yuanhao's heart also trembled, and at that moment, he seemed to have some memory gone, and pieces of strange but seemingly unfamiliar memories that had happened in himself were projected in his mind.

That was the picture of him running away from home, he left the Yang family, left the sphere of influence of the three major families in the Northern Regions, and came to a place with very little vitality, the weather here was dim, and there was haze everywhere. Yang Yuanhao was carrying a small package, the package was bulging, I don't know what it was, a strange-looking dagger pinned to his waist, a white robe was raised, his thick black hair was blown by the wind, and his handsome face was exposed in the air.

Even in such a terrible environment, there was a hint of a smile on the young man's face, a smug smile, a smile like spring under this gloomy sky.

In front of him, a very high city wall, the city wall was dark and damp, the corners of the wall were even covered with moss, there was a dark black air mass above the city wall, and wisps of mist in the air mass were gushing out, scattered in all directions, thinking about it, the reason why this world was so dim was because of this air mass!

Yang Yuanhao paused and stopped in front of a tall city gate, a relieved smile bloomed on his handsome little face.

"Master, I brought the Heaven Destroying Scroll." He shouted at the walls.

Airplanes.

After a while, I saw ripples in the void beside Yang Yuanhao, and an old man with a long beard with white flowers, wearing a python robe, and an extremely old face, appeared silently.

"Really?" The old man's voice trembled a little, his old face was flushed, and his vicissitudes of life were shining with a different light.

"Well, I stole it while my dad was asleep." The young man had a little smugness on his face, and he didn't care at all about the killing intent that appeared in the depths of the old man in front of him. "Master, when are you calling me forbidden arts?"

Yang Yuanhao's eyes shone brightly, he looked at the old man in front of him with anticipation, and took off the package and handed it to the old man.

"Boom, forbidden art? All right! You go to hell to learn! ”

With murderous intent in the old man's eyes, he took the package with one hand, and took out the other hand from his sleeve, a light condensed in his palm, and a light blade slashed towards Yang Yuanhao's neck.

While!

Laugh at!

Blood gushed out, but it was not Yang Yuanhao, but the old man.

The light blade in the old man's hand that cut towards Yang Yuanhao was blocked by a long sword, while his abdomen was pierced by another long sword.

"You ......" The old man had blood flowing from his mouth, and his eyes looked at the middle-aged man holding two swords and stabbing into his lower abdomen in horror, full of disbelief.

"Surprise! Obviously took my life with his life, why? I'm alive! The man's voice was loud, his eyes were blazing, one hand held the sword to break through the old man's attack, and the other hand suddenly pulled the sword out of the old man's belly, and said with an expression on his face.

"You still don't know Hao'er, if he does something against his conscience, his words and actions will be abnormal, as his father, how can he not understand his son?"

The man is holding two long swords, his white clothes are fluttering, his body is straight and straight, and his heroic spirit is compelling, and the charm of a mature man is vividly displayed in this man. He was holding a blood-dripping double sword, his eyes were sharp, his long hair was swaying in the wind, and the domineering aura around his body was invisibly emanating, like a god of war.

His sword-like eyes looked at Yang Yuanhao, who was trembling beside him and had not yet come back to his senses, and his eyes couldn't help but burst out with anger.

After all, he is the famous god of war, he is the head of the Yang family, he is Yang Yuanhao's father, he is Yang Gang!

Seeing his son being bullied, which father could bear it, besides, the one who bullied his son was still a vicious and vicious villain who coveted his own school, Ouyang Li.

Yang Gang held a sharp sword in his hand, his whole body was agitated in a white shirt, and the white-gold vitality was flying, coiling around his arm, like a long dragon. The long sword in his hand buzzed, and the sword body flashed with lines, and the lines lit up, and the long sword turned into a lightsaber. Yang Gang's eyes were cold, and with a wipe of the soles of his feet, he disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Laugh at!

Piercing through the void, a white-gold light slashed across and slashed towards the head of the old man Ouyang Li. Ouyang Li's face was shocked, he hadn't always been dissatisfied with Yang Gang's title of God of War, but when that amazing speed unfolded, he realized that people who didn't have real strength couldn't be praised by others!

Phew!

Ouyang Li hurriedly came back to his senses, the light in his palm condensed, turned into a shield, and blocked the lightsaber under Yang Gang.

"Humph!"

Seeing this, Yang Gang couldn't help but snort coldly, if his long sword was attacked by such a light shield, then his title as the god of war would be in vain.

The lightsaber stood on the light shield without the slightest pause, splitting the shield straight, and Yang Gang's body made another detour, turning behind Ouyang Li, and the other lightsaber was inserted into Ouyang Li's head.

Burst!

Blood gushed out, and until he died, Ouyang Li didn't see the movements of this young god of war clearly, and it wasn't until the second he died that he knew what absolute suppression was.

Thump!

Ouyang Li's old body fell, and Yang Yuanhao fainted at this moment......

The memory came to an abrupt end here, Yang Yuanhao came back to his senses from his memory, looked at Chang Bo beside him, and tears couldn't help but burst out of his eyes.

"Uncle Chang, I, I have to cultivate to ......," his voice trembled.

"Second Young Master, if your cultivation is gone, you can still cultivate again, if your life is gone, there will be nothing!" The old man said to Yang Yuanhao earnestly. "Stop being angry with the master, go see the master?"

Yang Yuanhao was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then nodded.

The manor is very large, but Yang Yuanhao's room is not very far from Yang Gang's room. Chang Bo supported Yang Yuanhao, and unconsciously walked to a room, and Yang Yuanhao's footsteps were also abrupt.

"It's okay, the master won't blame you, go ahead!" Chang Bo said softly, let go of the hand he was holding, pushed open the door, and turned to leave.

Yang Yuanhao lowered his head downward, his eyes were blank, although he only needed to take one step to enter this room, but he really didn't dare, he didn't dare to face that serious face.

"Come in."

A loud and stern voice came from the room, Yang Yuanhao's body trembled slightly when he heard it, and he immediately raised his steps and walked in.

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