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Yang Guang was still sitting cross-legged on the dragon bed, and the evil black tattoos were all over his face, making him look like a ghost.

And the black cobblestone in his hand that had once shone with divine light had also turned gray, and he had lost all its essence.

"Click! Click! ”

There was a sound of shattering, and the cobblestone in Yang Guang's hand suddenly shattered into powder.

A black power came out from Yang Guang's body, and everything around him turned into powder, and then the sturdy palace shook and began to collapse.

"Your Majesty has an accident, come and rescue the driver!" The palace collapsed, and there were screams of terror from the outside world.

In the palace, all the rubble that smashed towards Yang Guang was bounced away by an invisible force, and at this time, Yang Guang's mouth kept talking to himself, and his voice was full of confusion:

"Who am I?"

"I'm a primordial heavenly demon?"

"I'm Yang Guang?"

……

"No, I'm Yang Guang!"

Saying that, Yang Guang's eyes opened slightly, and two breathtaking divine lights shot out from his eyes, which was breathtaking!

As Yang Guang woke up, the magic lines on his face slowly receded, and finally disappeared completely.

Finding that he was buried in the ruins, Yang Guang threw a punch upward, and a black energy burst through all the ruins above his head.

"That's what power feels like!" Yang Guang was suspended in the air, feeling the power in his body and muttering to himself.

"But that's not enough!"

"Buddha, wait for me!"

……

In the meditation monastery, Zhang Daoyi looked at the monk Yuantong and answered his question: "The exercises I practice are a set of methods that I created myself, and now I don't have a name, if one day I can attain the holy position, it is the time to name my method, and now is not the time." ”

Just when Zhang Daoyi and Yuantong were chatting, the two suddenly looked in the direction of Chang'an at the same time, and their senses sensed that a shocking momentum suddenly erupted in the direction of Chang'an, causing a sudden change in the celestial phenomena on that side.

"Could it be that something has happened in Chang'an City?" Yuantong thought in his heart.

Chang'an is the imperial capital of the Sui Dynasty today, and now that the Son of Heaven is about to be chosen, Chang'an has suddenly changed, which has to be reminiscent of many things.

"What an eventful season!" Yuantong sighed in his heart.

First there was an accident between Xuanyuan Sword and Chixiao Sword, and now it is Chang'an who doesn't know what happened, and Yuantong's divine sense also has a sense of crisis that is about to come.

If he could, he would really like to avoid this crisis, but his identity made him unable to escape, even though he was now supernatural, but after all, he was still burdened by the world.

"Chang'an, Yang Guang?"

At the moment of change in the land of Chang'an, Zhang Dao faintly flashed the figure of a person in his heart, and he had a hunch that this matter must be inseparable from Yang Guang.

"I just don't know if it's a blessing or a curse!"

The Mausoleum of the Great Sui Emperor, built on the mountain, is a treasure land that hundreds of feng shui people ordered by the founding ancestor of the Sui Dynasty to find together.

Seventy-two emperors since the founding of the Great Sui Dynasty are buried here, and each emperor has expanded and repaired the imperial tomb several times, and now the grandeur of the imperial tomb is even better than the imperial palace.

There is a peerless killing array in the imperial mausoleum, and it is usually the time of the annual festival, and the emperor at that time is allowed to enter alone, and no one else can enter.

This formation was built by the original founding ancestor, and it has been running for thousands of years, but it has not only not decreased, but has become more and more ferocious, and now even if the supreme grandmaster wants to break into this place, it will not die and will shed his skin.

In the imperial mausoleum, huge stone tablets rise from the ground, which records the life of the 72 emperors of the Great Sui.

Different from the splendid palace seen by the outside world, this is a huge cave, and the magnificent palace outside is actually just an illusion, and the real imperial tomb is in this inconspicuous cave.

The bones of the seventy-two emperors of the Great Sui Dynasty are gone, and the outside is just a mound of clothes, and all of this is for a plan, a plan to subvert Buddhism.

Although Taizu was also helped by Buddhism at the beginning, he deeply felt the harm of Buddhism, but because Buddhism was powerful, he could only suppress the thoughts in his heart, but with Taizu's natural resources, he knew that the contradiction between the court and Buddhism would one day completely break out.

At that time, his descendants will probably die at the hands of Buddhism.

The Buddhists occupy a large amount of land, but they do not need to pay any taxes, and the Buddhists do not produce, they lease the land belonging to the temple to hired farmers, and live by collecting taxes, which is completely shaking the foundation of a country.

Moreover, the taxes paid by Buddhism were sometimes even more exaggerated than those of the imperial court, and they did not give people a way to live at all, forcing countless hired peasants to sell their sons and daughters in order to survive.

If not, how did the magnificent palace and the gilded Buddha statues come about?

Maybe there are a few real monks in Buddhism, but more of them are vampires attached to the big tree of Buddhism.

The glory of Buddhism is stepping on the bones of countless ant people, an inch of golden Buddha and an inch of blood!

Originally, maybe Taizu didn't have the opportunity to realize his idea in his life, although now there are no saints in Buddhism, but I don't know how many supreme masters have sealed themselves, if they annoy Buddhism, I'm afraid that his Yang family will be ruined.

But in his old age, a meteorite suddenly fell from the sky and fell in the mountains.

Later, this iron was dedicated to Taizu, this iron is very special, can devour people's essence and blood, Taizu was overjoyed when he saw it.

Taizu is extraordinary, and it is rumored that there is a casting map of a divine soldier, but it has been difficult to find materials, and this piece of extraterrestrial meteorite is the main material of that divine soldier.

So Taizu found the best craftsman at that time, supplemented by various precious materials, and finally cast a knife embryo with the strength of the whole country.

At that time, although the people of Buddhism knew about this time, they did not stop it, because although the material for forging the knife is precious, the knife is just a mortal thing.

Later, with the death of Taizu, this treasure knife was also brought into the mausoleum by Taizu, and it was not a big deal for the emperor to bring treasures to the funeral, and the Buddha did not ask.

But in fact, Taizu did not die of old age, but let this knife devour his own essence and blood soul in this mausoleum, and sacrifice the knife with flesh and blood.

Since then, the seventy-first emperor of the Great Sui has been like this from generation to generation.

"The dream of the ancestors is finally going to come true in the hands of my Yang Guang!" Looking at the blood-colored long knife in the depths of the cave, Yang Guang's excited body trembled slightly.

"I, Yang Guang, will take the heads of the people in the Buddhist sect to sacrifice the souls of the seventy-two generations of my ancestors of the Great Sui!" Yang Guang swore in front of the long knife, his tone sonorous.

If he is not in his position, it will always be difficult to feel the clamping of Buddhism on the Yang family, and all the talented young sons of the Yang family will die inexplicably, so that the Yang family will never have a master.

Just like Yang Guang's eldest brother and second brother, they are both geniuses, both of whom are a hundred times better than him Yang Guang in terms of martial arts and strategy, but they both died.

Only Yang Guang was spared because he was a waste material, and he also sat in the position of emperor.

What Buddhism needs is not a wise emperor, but a puppet under their control!