Erlang God Yang Jian took the roaring dog to look for the whereabouts of the Zixia Fairy, he slowly stretched out his two hands, pointed at the eye of the sky with his index finger with both hands, and the colorful glow opened everywhere, only to see the misery of all beings in the vast sea of people, the family was ruined, the people were displaced, and there were suffering people everywhere, Meng Yuan's iron cavalry burned and looted unscrupulously everywhere, the army of the Southern Song Dynasty fled in a hurry, and lost one after another, half of the great rivers and mountains had fallen at the feet of Meng Yuan Tieqi, full of blood, full of fire, he sighed, shed tears of anger, the common people are too bitter!

Tianyan opened the world of memories and located the moment when the Zixia Fairy descended to the world. I saw that the Zixia Fairy landed in the Zhao Mansion of Nanyang County, and the Erlang God Yang Jian took the Roaring Sky Dog and rushed to the Zhao Mansion of Nanyang County, the scene in front of him made him completely stunned, except for the four graves that had just buried the corpses, the courtyard was depressed, and the remnants of flowers and leaves were scattered all over the place, which seemed to have been destroyed by an invisible force, and it seemed that these flowers and plants were voluntarily disfigured and meditated in order to thank the master for his great kindness, expressing a sad emotion, Erlang God Yang Jian couldn't understand it for a while, Why did these flowers lose their due color so early, but he felt that there must be a secret in it, and the sun was definitely a secret that shocked the Three Realms, no one could think of it, no one could guess it.

In front of the four newly buried tombs, there are tombstones made of wooden boards, and the names of the tomb owners are written in black font on the tombstones, and from right to left there are the curtains of Li Zhong, the housekeeper of the Zhao Mansion, the curtains of the mother Li Tianying, the curtains of the father Zhao Tianming, and the curtains of the younger sister Bailian.

Erlang God carefully studied the words on the tombstone, chic and elegant, strong and powerful, with full of anger between the lines, a look at this sad text to know that the heart of the person who carved the word must be full of grief and indignation, he buried the anger deep in the name of the tomb owner, it is definitely a strange injustice.

Who did it? Who did it? What grievances do they have?

Erlang God thought carefully, stretched out the gaze of the eye of heaven to the depths of the tomb, and only saw.

There are four corpses lying flat in the tomb, the first is a male corpse, dressed like a housekeeper, and the second is a middle-aged woman with a luxurious voice and heroic posture, although she has lost the glory of her life, but through her fair skin and slender figure, it can be seen that she was definitely a beautiful, beautiful, gentle and virtuous woman before her death.

The third corpse was a richly dressed man, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, convenient and big ears, and he must have been a kind and kind outsider before his death.

The fourth corpse was a beautiful girl of about eighteen or nineteen years old, the girl's eyes were open in anger, and she did not bat at death, and her resentment was still hovering back and forth in the grave, and she could not dissipate it for a long time.

Erlang God was suddenly shocked in his heart, what the hell is going on, what's going on? Such a heavy grievance, rare in this world, and even more strange is that the resentment emanating from the four corpses fused together, swelling upwards little by little in the tomb, as if one day it was going to break through this tomb, rush to the sky, and swim in the world.

Tianyan's eyes were still stunned to look at the beautiful girl lying flat, only to see the Kunlun jade pendant in his neck shining, the four golden characters of the Zixia Fairy on the jade pendant revealed a strange multicolored glow, flashing in the dark tomb and shining dazzling light, it seems that this is no longer a tomb but a colorful palace.

Erlang God saw the words "Zixia Fairy" on the jade pendant, as if he saw a glimmer of light in the dark, and his heart was slightly shocked, could this be Zixia Fairy, he looked at this beautiful girl carefully, shook his head, and said to himself: "Absolutely impossible, absolutely impossible."

If this is the date when Zixia Fairy and him went down to earth do not match at all, from the date of his descent to earth, he is at least 40 years old, and the woman in front of him is not at all the same age except that her demeanor and appearance are somewhat similar to Zixia Fairy, he is only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Since he is not a Zixia Fairy, why is he wearing a jade pendant with the name of Zixia Fairy, Erlang God couldn't figure it out for a while, and he gradually moved his gaze to the middle-aged woman.

After a closer look, Erlang God laughed, he really had nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it took no effort to get it.

The middle-aged young woman in front of her, whether it is charm or mentality, is somewhat similar to the beautiful girl next to her, Yang Jian went to the Heavenly Palace because of the Monkey King of the Monkey King, and went to the Heavenly Palace, your Zixia Fairy has a fate, although the memory is not very clear, but can still vaguely remember the general appearance of the Zixia Fairy, which is very similar to the middle-aged beautiful young woman in front of him.

Two people with similar appearances, one is the missing Zixia Fairy in the fairy world, and the other is an ordinary ordinary person in the mortal world, in the end, are they a person, Erlang God Yang Jian had many questions in his heart, thinking of the beautiful girl wearing the Zixia Fairy jade pendant on her chest, is this the child left by the Zixia Fairy in the world?

If there is no ironclad evidence, he can't believe that the middle-aged woman lying in the grave is the Zixia Fairy in the fairy world, but she vaguely feels that this must be the Zixia Fairy, it must be the Zixia Fairy, Yang Jian secretly vowed: "I must find evidence to prove that this female corpse is the corpse of the Zixia Fairy, uncover this mystery, and return the Zixia Fairy a clear self, and the owner in the tomb a justice."

The roaring dog next to him, looking at the cloudy and uncertain face on the owner's face, I don't know what the owner is thinking? Aren't there just a few graves? There are many graves in this world Why did the master just stay in a daze in front of this tomb, it seemed that he was full of thoughts, he was very puzzled, and he didn't dare to ask the master, bored to look around the scenery, look at this side, look at that side.

Yang Jian knows that the mystery of this Zixia Fairy is now, and there are only two people in the Three Realms who can solve it, that is, Wang Ao Lao Zu of Yunmeng Mountain and the Iron Crown Daoist of Huashan, Wang Ao Lao Zu of Yunmeng Mountain can not be found at all from time to time, only people who are destined can meet him, it is very difficult to find him, only the Iron Crown Dao people of Huashan are the only hope to solve this mystery.

Yang Jian said: "Let's go", the roaring dog didn't say a word, followed closely behind the master, and set off towards Huashan.

The Roaring Sky Dog couldn't help but run to the front of the master alive, glanced at the master, and asked puzzledly: "Master, where are we going, since you went out to look for the Zixia Fairy, I think your performance today is very abnormal, your expression next to the grave of the Zhao Mansion is yin and yang, I really can't understand what the master is thinking."

Yang Jian laughed when he heard the Roaring Sky Dog's question, if you can also know my thoughts, then how can I call Erlang God?

Let me tell you the little dog, we are going to Huashan to find the Iron Crown Daoist, the current corpse in the grave is very similar to the Zixia Fairy, I can't tell whether it is the Zixia Fairy or not, only this Iron Crown Daoist has this ability.

Since the birth of the Roaring Sky Dog, he has followed his master Yang Jian, in his mind Yang Jian is the greatest hero in the world, after listening to the master's words, he began to wonder again, is the master's mana of the Iron Crown Daoist stronger than you?

Yang Jian squinted his eyes and glanced at the Howling Sky Dog, you flat-haired beast has a lot of problems, what are you doing with so much? Are you supposed to know these questions?

The Howling Sky Dog didn't dare to ask next time, it was convinced of its master's mana, and it was full of mystery to the Iron Crown Daoist.

The roaring dog quietly followed behind the master and continued to hurry, looking at Yang Jian's anxious appearance, he didn't even dare to let go of a fart, and followed closely behind the master with his tail between his legs.

Yang Jian walked into the air, only to see a piece of purple gas shrouded below, like a thick black smoke rolling back and forth, what the hell is going on?.

Yang Jian stopped and looked down at the mortal world, only to see that in the dark night, a white-haired tiger leaped up and opened its big mouth and rushed towards a little boy, whose life hung by a thread.