"What's wrong?" Hearing the sorrowful cry of the roaring dog, Yao Ji asked puzzledly, and when she spoke, she felt that something was wrong.

The voice was extremely hoarse, and there was no warmth at all.

"Auntie, are you alright?" The eighth sister comforted.

Boom!

A clear heart beat violently, and a strong uneasiness surged up on the Eighth Sister Spirit Platform.

"Master, master, master!" The roaring dog in human form was overwhelmed with grief and indignation, and kept crying out.

Something happened to Yang Jian!

Yao Ji and Eighth Sister glanced at each other, combined with the reaction of the Roaring Sky Dog, who had the closest relationship with Yang Jian, how could they not know what was going on.

What Ming Xiaoyang said, the encirclement and suppression of the heavenly soldiers, and Yang Jian's injury.

This Erlang Zhenjun has little life, has the time come?

Swish!

In the bright eyes of the eighth sister, there were crystal tears, and clear tears could burst out of her eyes at any time.

Yao Ji's jade body trembled slightly, and her expression was sad.

Even if he thinks that his son is a villain, he is flesh and blood in his previous life after all, how can he not take it to heart.

Is he dead too?

At this moment, a shining silver light descended from the towering and vast sky, falling into the eyes of Yao Ji and Eighth Sister.

Looking out, a hook-shaped, like a silver flow pattern on Yang Jian's eyebrows, fell.

Syllable!

The teary-eyed eighth sister reached out and grabbed this thing in her hand.

"Agarwood and others surrounded Wei to rescue Zhao and attacked Yang Jian, forcing me to have no choice. In desperation, I can only give my only confidant, a dignified way to die! ”

The eighth sister just grabbed Yang Jian and carried it with her, when Ming Xiaoyang gave it to Yang Jian, and since then she has worn the Tianyan pendant, a familiar frivolous voice sounded, and it reached the ears of the second daughter and one dog.

Boom!

Even though there is a guess in her heart, it can really be confirmed, breaking that insignificant illusion, the eighth sister is still inevitably painful.

Tick! Tick! Tick!

A drop of pearl-like tears rolled down, wetting the fat powder and taking away hope.

"Master." Unable to stand up any longer, the Howling Dog lay on its stomach on the ground, letting out a feeble cry calling out to the man he had been loyal to for countless years.

"Erlang!" A tear appeared in the corner of Yaoji's eye, symbolizing her despair, and she cried out silently.

"Second Master!"

West Sea, Dragon Palace.

Finally found the 10,000-year-old pearl seaweed, and the three princesses of the West Sea, Ao Cunxin, had not had time to leave the Dragon Palace, and her heart was filled with infinite grief.

For some reason, tears rolled through him, and his slender and graceful body trembled and murmured.

Zizizizi!

The jade hand holding the 10,000-year-old pearl seaweed subconsciously strengthened, crushed the seaweed in his hand, the jade body trembled, and supported a coral more than three feet high on his side.

Something happened to the second master!

From now on, she will never see the figure that haunts her again.

"Hehehe." A bitter and sad laugh came out, Ao Cunxin raised his jade hand, and a cluster of flames ignited from his hand, calcining the 10,000-year-old pearl seaweed that he had worked so hard to find, without any nostalgia, "What a demon subduing true monarch Ming Xiaoyang!" ”

"It turns out that you asked me to find this 10,000-year-old pearl seaweed is fake, and the real purpose is actually to separate me and let me not spoil your business!"

"Hehehe!"

Laughter full of grief mixed with crying, echoed all around, taking away the last glimmer of hope in Ao Cunxin's heart.

I don't know how long it has been, the third princess of Xihai wiped a handful of tears from her cheeks, turned around and walked towards the dormitory where she had been confined for many years.

The second master is dead, so what's the point of me living!

"Inch heart!"

"Third sister!"

"Third sister!"

Half an hour later, the entire Xihai Dragon Palace was filled with mourning and crying, apotheizing for her husband's guilt, and after the birth of the new Tiantiao, the three princesses of the West Sea, Ao Cunxin, committed suicide!

Ao Yan, the Dragon King of the West Sea, the Dragon Queen, and a group of dragon sons and grandsons sent funerals to their poor relatives, and the West Sea Crystal Palace went up and down, putting on black cloth and white flags!

The funeral quickly spread throughout the Four Seas Dragon Palace, letting the Four Seas Dragon Clan know that the craziest woman in the Ao family chose to cut herself off!

………………

Heavenly Court, Lingxiao Treasure Palace!

The solemn and sacred Lingxiao Treasure Hall has become a slaughterhouse for slaughtering pigs and sheep.

killed his only confidant with his own hands, freed himself from the shackles, three thousand snow-white long hair spread out, and Ming Xiaoyang, who had an extraordinary handsome face, went on a killing spree!

Ordinary Heavenly Soldiers, Kill!

Cultivate to reach the level of true immortals, kill!

The four generals of the demon family, Zhu Bajie, Sun Wukong and others are also considered to be characters with heads and faces in the Three Realms, the same word, kill!

With the seven-foot-long Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand, Ming Xiaoyang was in the midst of hundreds of thousands of troops, like a leisurely stroll, relaxed.

Sun Wukong, the Bull Demon King, the Red Boy and others went into battle repeatedly, and it was difficult to defeat the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand, and they were often defeated in one face.

Fang Tian's painting halberd roared, each with its own wonderful use, and the infinitely powerful Emperor Thirteen Styles were exerted to an incredible realm.

Clang!

Nezha stepped on the Hot Wheels under his feet, holding a fire-tipped spear to kill, a spear roared, piercing the void, and a miniature black hole appeared under the spear, aiming at the death hole around Ming Xiaoyang.

The great god of the Three Altars Sea Society, the third prince of Nezha, is by no means an idle person!

Helplessly, the opponent he faced was far more terrifying than him!

Ming Xiaoyang waved the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand lightly, and the halberd blade shone, sealing all the back moves of Nezha's tricks.

Poof!

Nezha, who had lived for thousands of years, but had always maintained the appearance of a child, was struck by lightning, his body trembled, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The rosy lips opened and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Boom!

Wounding Nezha with one move, Ming Xiaoyang lightly withdrew his war halberd, slashed out in reverse, and clashed with the tomahawk cut on one side.

The Bull Demon King, who was burly and tall, and clearly stood up by a bison, was shocked to the corner of his mouth bleeding from the corner of his mouth when he fought with Ming Xiaoyang, who was extremely thin and small.

"This old cow has been cultivated for thousands of years, and it must taste good, and the taste of roasting a whole cow has not been tried for a long time."

Sou!

The halberd in Ming Xiaoyang's hand was held high, surrounded by thousands of troops and horses, but he did not lose the slightest advantage.

The battle halberd slashed down with a thousand powers, making the Bull Demon King suddenly feel a sense of incomparable loneliness between heaven and earth.

Bang!

In the flash of lightning, the battle halberd and the battle axe clashed, and a terrifying loud noise was heard, which shook hundreds of heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals around them to death.

"Father!"

"Old cow!"

"Brother Niu!"

…………

Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Red Boy and others, under the awe-inspiring momentum released by Ming Xiaoyang, had no room to make a move, and when the light wave dissipated, they could see everything in front of them.

Click!

Holding the Bull Demon King, who snatched the battle axe from the Djinn God, the blade in his hand showed cracks and shattered.

The burly body is as immobile as a mountain, and it seems that he is still the Mighty Demon Realm, the head of the Seven Great Sages, the Great Sage Bull Demon King of the Peaceful Heaven!

But among his seven orifices, drops of blood dripped from his body, and he couldn't even feel the slightest breath of life.

Boom!

The burly body pushed the golden mountain and fell to the sky like a jade pillar, announcing the disappearance of the combination of the Seven Great Sages!