"Your Excellency, Master Xuan Dao is rushing towards the tent. ”

Although it was already noon, candles were still lit in the military tent.

Yang Ziran was sitting cross-legged in the center of the military tent, he closed his eyes, feeling the faint changes between heaven and earth, and felt a little uneasy in his heart.

The tattered sword, which lay between his legs, let out a trembling roar, and then instantly levitated and flew up, binding to his back.

He stood up, walked to the outside of the tent, looked at the soldiers in armor who were waiting outside the tent, and then his eyes fell on his cronies, and his voice was majestic and strong, "Where is the chief of the Xuandao?"

The cronie immediately replied, "I'm walking towards the tent, and I'm expected to be able to reach the reads in half an hour;." ”

"Good. Yang Ziran responded, and then looked at the black clouds that shrouded the surrounding mountains, his brows tightened.

Since the moment the black cloud appeared, he received an order from His Majesty the Emperor, and the most powerful holy dragoon of the empire has been waiting here, so many days have passed, the black cloud is getting thicker and thicker, and the unknown energy around him is becoming more and more terrifying.

And at this time, the Imperial Xuandao Master happened to be out of the customs, and His Majesty Mingwu immediately asked him to come over to help investigate the origin of this black cloud.

Half a quarter of an hour had arrived, and an old man in a white robe rode an old horse and hurried over.

Seeing this, Yang Ziran immediately walked over and wanted to help the old man get off the horse.

The old man was supported by Yang Ziran, and with the help of Yang Ziran, he dismounted and landed, looked at Yang Ziran with a smile and said, "It's really an honor for the old man to let the first general of the empire serve the old man." ”

Yang Ziran smiled when he heard this, he looked at Xuan Dao Chang and said, "Xuan Dao Chang is polite, you are a saint of the empire, even if His Majesty Ming Wu sees you, he must bend down and salute, I am just a martial artist, it is my honor to serve you." ”

Xuan Dao Chang looked at Yang Ziran and smiled, touched his beard and said, "It is worthy of being the younger brother of His Majesty Mingwu, and his temperament is somewhat similar to him." ”

Then he looked up at the cloudy sky and shook his head up and down, "It's fucking black!"

Yang Ziran raised his hand and said to Xuan Dao Chief, "Dao Chief, please enter the account and rest for a while." ”

"You don't have to rest. Xuan Dao Chang followed Yang Ziran into the tent and said with a smile, "Your Majesty asked me to investigate the origin of this black cloud, and I naturally want to complete this task to a complete conclusion." ”

"After the investigation, the old man also had to leave quickly, find a treasure of feng shui as soon as possible, bury himself, bury it tightly, don't be dug up by some heartless guy in the future. ”

"If they dig it up and find that there's nothing in it, they'll scold me for being stingy. ”

Yang Ziran's hand couldn't help but tremble when he heard this, "Dao Chief, you are ......?"

"Don't panic, don't panic. Xuan Dao Chang smiled and shook his head, "Birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of heaven and earth, no one can escape this law, I have been living for so many years, and I am naturally about to return." ”

"Come on, let's not talk about this happy thing. ”

Happy? Yang Ziran couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Xuan Dao Chang glanced at the dark sky, then pulled the bun off his head, and the dry gray hair fell down and hung down to his waist.

He looked at the sharp black bun in his hand, and then stabbed it hard into the palm of his left hand.

"Poof. ”

The jet-black bun easily pierced his wide, rough, old hand.

Xuan Daochang's body suddenly froze.

Yang Ziran stepped forward and looked at Xuan Dao Chang with some doubts.

Xuan Dao Chang raised his head and looked at Yang Ziran, and cursed, "It really fucking hurts!"

Yang Ziran couldn't help but raise his eyebrows again when he heard this.

Xuan Dao Chang pulled out the bun that pierced his palm, and the hole the size of a little finger on the palm of his hand was instantly healed.

And the bun with his jet-black blood was thrown into the sky by Xuan Dao Chang, and then it fell to the ground, standing upright.

Jet-black blood did not stain the bun, but seeped into the ground along the bun.

The ground immediately burst out with a strong light, the light was intertwined, and the entire tent instantly became dreamy, and a phantom appeared in front of Yang Ziran's eyes.

"This is ......" Yang Ziran's face became solemn, and he stared carefully at the phantom that emerged.

The picture shown by the phantom is a series of scenes, Yang Ziran frowned, from this scene, it can be seen that this is exactly where they are now, but the position of the scenery in the phantom seems to be different from now.

It should have been in the east of the mountain, but in the shadow, it appeared in the center, and the trickling river should not be here.

Yang Ziran settled his mind and continued to look down, the sky in the phantom suddenly cracked a thin crack, and an object covered in flames fell from the crack, and then stood peacefully among the mountains.

"Is this a person?"

The thing that was bubbling in flames was clearly a person.

The flames on the person who was covered in flames faded and turned his back to Yang Ziran, causing Yang Ziran to only see his majestic back.

From that back, it can be seen that he is definitely a brave man who has experienced a hundred battles.

The flames eventually fell on the man's hand, and the man lowered his head, looked at the flame in his palm, and finally let go of the flame that day.

The flame floated into the sky, then vanished into the clouds.

And the man turned slowly......

Yang Ziran looked at it seriously, curious about who this man was.

At this time, the bun couldn't help but tremble, and the phantom began to gradually become weaker, as if it was about to disappear.

Yang Ziran turned his head to look at Xuan Dao Chang.

Seeing this, the Xuan Dao Elder lowered his head and cursed, "It's gone when it comes to the critical moment!"

"It's a fucking pit, and it's going to waste the precious essence and blood of the old and decayed!"

He shook his head, then bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a stream of blood into the bun, and the phantom reappeared.

The man in the shadow revealed his true face.

Yang Ziran and Xuan Daochang's bodies couldn't help but tremble, "Tianyang War General!?"

This face will not be unfamiliar to people in the entire continent, he is the Tianyang general who ranks first among the nine generals under the command of the Holy Monarch and chases the Holy Monarch by force!

Why is the Skyyang Warlord here?

Could it be that this is the place!