"Alas...... It's been a long time since I've had an event. The middle-aged man on the top of the main hall took off his dragon robe and slowly walked down the throne.

"Holy Lord, you want to do it yourself!?" The woman in the green dress on the side looked frightened, although she also wanted to help, but it was futile to see their fate and go by herself.

"Hmm...... I'm not going, there's no one here to match him! The middle-aged man moved his body, wearing a suit of golden soft armor and carrying three swords on his back.

"Waiting for the triumph of the Holy Lord!" The woman in the green dress looked terrified and curtsied at the back of the middle-aged man.

When he walked to the door, the middle-aged man rose from the ground and flew in front of Wang Yang with a dragon chant.

"Fellow Daoist, after hundreds of years, have you finally remembered your original promise?" The voice of the Lord of the Soul Capital is like a bell, echoing throughout the world of the dead.

In a strangely shaped room, a ripple appeared in the eyes of Yin Po Gujing Wubo.

And Ah Jiang, who was fetching water by the river, moved in vain, and looked in the direction of Xudu in a daze.

In the thick gray mist, a monk and a big white dog were sitting still, and suddenly opened their eyes, and two golden rays of light rose into the sky, breaking through the gray mist.

……

"Xudu ...... You're still the same as before, sharp! Wang Yang, whose face was pale, opened his gray eyes.

"Hmph, why did you leave us in the first place, just for that woman?" The voice in the middle of the capital was a little angry, and the sword behind him automatically made a sword sound without wind.

"You're not me, and I don't understand the sourness in this!" Wang Yang shook his head with a gloomy expression.

"That's the end of the nonsense, you and I must be divided today!"

After saying that, the three swords behind the back of the capital flew out and shot towards Wang Yang, the speed was extremely fast, forming three sword shadows of red, yellow, and blue.

Wang Yang's face froze, the long stick in his hand danced, and he shook the stick flower to block all the three swords.

With a big grasp of his hand, all three swords returned to his hand, and he held the red sword in his right hand and swung it towards Wang Yang, and suddenly a burning sensation hit, and endless flames flew all over the sky, rushing towards Wang Yang.

Wang Yang's expression moved, and all the pitch-black runes on his body broke away from his body, turning into a pitch-black protective shield in the air, isolating the endless flames, until it was extinguished, and the pitch-black runes returned to his body.

"The Power of the Curse ......"

The face of the capital was pale, the power of the curse was unpredictable, and the evil thoughts in the gray mist were also a kind of curse.

Wang Yang, whose face was pale, had no expression on his face, holding the long stick in both hands, and with a strong swing, he hit the lord of the capital in the distance.

Looking at the long stick that swept over, the lord of the capital hurriedly dodged, even he didn't dare to take this stick hard, among them, this guy who made the stick was the strongest.

After the Lord of the Xudu escaped, he roared, and countless Lords of the Xudu were separated, all of which stabbed at Wang Yang.

Looking at the shadow of the sword covering the sky, Wang Yang's pale face frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about how to deal with it.

But time waits for no one, the sword shadow in the sky has already come to Wang Yang, water and fire are combined, thunder flashes, a scene of the end of the world!

At this time, in a corner, Yaojing was about to rush over, but was pulled by a woman in a snow-white palace skirt.

"He's in danger, let's go over and help him!" Yaojing looked at the woman behind him and said anxiously.

The woman in the snow-white palace dress shook her head slightly, looked at him with a complicated look in her eyes and said, "We can't interfere at that level of their fight, not to mention that there is my father in there......"

"My Yaoyao is not like this......" Yaojing looked at the strange and familiar woman in front of her, tears welling up in her eyes.

The woman in the snow-white palace dress looked gloomy, and she turned into a little girl.

"Yaoyao!" Seeing that familiar figure, Yaojing's eyes suddenly lit up, and she threw herself into Yaoyao's arms, snot and tears wiped on her snow-white palace skirt.

Yaoyao frowned slightly, patted Yaojing's back gently, and did not dislike his snot and tears at all.

"Is he going to lose......" Seeing this situation, the woman in the red dress felt a pain in her heart, she was very strange, obviously her father was going to win, why did she feel heartache......

And at this moment, the eyes of the woman in the black gauze palace skirt beside her lit up, and she exclaimed, "Not yet!" ”

The green tendons on Wang Yang's forehead flared up, and the long stick became extremely huge in his hand, and he held the long stick that was thicker than the others, and waved it in place.

All the approaching sword shadows turned into green smoke and dissipated, and the true body of the Lord of the Xudu had words in their mouths, and the three swords merged into a huge sword shadow, stabbing towards Wang Yang, who was wielding a huge wooden stick.

"Bang-"

The whole body trembled, and the huge sword shadow pierced Wang Yang's body, he

He vomited blood and fell weakly to the ground.

"After so many years, I am no longer the original drunken boy, this sword shadow is unstoppable, the invisible is better than the tangible, this is my gift to you, old friend!" The Lord of the Xudu slowly walked towards Wang Yang, condescendingly looking down at the weak Wang Yang on the ground.

"Hahaha......"

Wang Yang, who was covered in blood, suddenly let out a laugh, and the long stick turned back into a key and returned to his hand.

"What are you laughing at?" The Lord of the Drunken Capital looked slightly angry and stared at him with a puzzled expression.

"I laugh at you for being naïve, you will always be my defeated man!" The bloodied Wang Yang laughed loudly.

The Lord of the Xudu trembled, this seemed to be his inner demon, yes, from ancient times to the present, he had never won against the person in front of him, but today was the best opportunity.

However, just as the Lord of the Drunken Capital was about to teach him a lesson, suddenly the entire palace began to darken, and he looked at the sky in shock, the huge scarlet morning star was slowly sinking.

"You're crazy!?" The Lord of the Xudu turned pale and looked at Wang Yang on the ground with a shocked expression.

"This star is the source of my strength!" Wang Yang, who was drenched in blood, stood up and raised his hands high, and the scarlet morning star was falling faster and faster.

At this time, everyone in the capital looked at the huge morning star that was slowly falling in the sky, and their faces were colorless.

The face of the Lord of the Xudu changed drastically, his eyes flickered, and he suddenly rose to the sky and flew out of the city at great speed.

"Want to run!?"

The bloodstained Wang Yang raised his hands high, and with a hideous face, he guided the scarlet giant Morning Star and slammed into the Lord of the Xudu City.

The Lord of the Xudu who was flying in the air felt a scorching heat behind him, and turned to see a huge scarlet planet, covering the sky and the sun, crashing into him, and there was no way to avoid it.

"No way!"

The Lord of the Drunken Capital, whose face turned pale, threw the three swords into the air, and turned himself into a streamer and fused with the three swords, turning into a huge lightsaber, but it was as small as a needle compared to the huge Morning Star.

The giant sword swung a sword light at Daystar, slowing it down a little, but it was still crushed by the huge Daystar.

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