The nine great clans and the eight royal families of Dajing, they stand like bright stars in the richest states and counties, and control the military and political power of a state.

Among them, Taikang Xiao's and Langyuan Wang's are the most, and the second is Boling Cui's, Dongyan Ji's and Fan Yanglu's are the most popular, but no one is convinced.

Most ordinary people only know about the nine great clans, but they don't know that there are also eighteen civil and military princes and lords.

In addition to the nine major clans headed by the Wang family, who are 'protégés and former officials all over the world', there are also eighteen civil and military princes and tyrants such as the Hongnong Yang clan, the Longxi Qin clan, and the Dongyan Ji clan.

After more than 100 years, some of the civil and military princes who followed Taizu and Taizong to fight the country and make meritorious contributions were obscure and low-key, and some of them were 'rich but three generations' gradually declined until they disappeared, and some of them changed their appearance and used the Shi clan to represent the 'strong and strong' and promoted to the ranks of the Dajing clan, while some chose to find another way, intending to go straight to the heavens and take the sword.

As a former princely family, Hongnong Yang was liquidated by Taizong for participating in the suppression of the rebel army and helping Emperor Wen to 'help the abuse' after being liquidated by Taizong, and his strength plummeted, which can be called a great injury to his vitality, so after the resignation of the three Yang courtiers and the dismissal of more than ten state and county officials, he had to retreat from Taikang to Hongnong's lair, silently recuperating and licking his wounds.

It was not until Emperor Hong ascended the throne and granted amnesty to the world that many old ministers of the ministry returned to the center, but the time has long passed, and the former scenery is no longer there, and finally has to be gloomy.

However, after the Yang family retreated, they were not completely disheartened, in addition to seeking the status of the court again, they also wanted to take the 'mountain' route, and vigorously support the children of the family to 'cultivate the Xuan and enter the Tao' and become 'mountain people'.

After failing to seek official positions in Hongnong, Shendu, Weinan and other places, they immediately sent their disciples to the Eastern Capital Qianqiu Temple, Luoyi Chunyang Temple and even Taikang Xuandu Temple, etc., in order to jump out of the mortal world and counterattack with the 'immortal style'.

However, the high investment in cultivating the Tao, the long cycle, and the slow effect, could not bring a strong boost to the Yang family in the short term, and it can be said that it is difficult to quench the thirst of the near water, so the passion at the beginning was gradually reduced by the obstacles such as mediocrity, obscurity, and the difficulty of finding the avenue, and finally returned home.

Although at the beginning, a few 'Qing Dan' masters were piled up with Yang's heritage, but even if a few 'Qing Dan' were smashed, it was only a drop in the bucket, which was tantamount to the overall situation.

But Qing Dan can't do it, what about real people? But if you want to smash out a few real people, it is a fool's dream, after all, the real people who are known as 'otherworldly' are not capable of great chance, great perseverance and boldness, and how can a Hongnong Yang who is a halfway monk change his life.

And if there is no real person in charge of the gate valve, can it still be called a gate valve? Naturally, it can't.

Soon, Yang's external strength and middle stem were punctured, and the wall fell down and everyone pushed it, the trees fell and scattered, and the Yang family fell without accident.

After struggling for more than 20 years in the Hongdi Dynasty, with the passing of the older generation and the second generation, the Hongnong Yang family completely fell out of the ranks of the eighteen princes and lords.

This decline was not broken until the birth of a true legend of the Yang family ten years ago.

That person's name is Yang Weijun, this person was sent to Luoyi Qianqiu Guan to practice metaphysics when he was a child, and was later expelled from the Taoist gate for committing murder, and was spurned by the Hongnong Yang clan.

But he is also a lucky thing in misfortune, not to mention that he was not starved to death, and was adopted by a side door left Taoist monk, Xiao Ming barely survived, although he was repeatedly tortured and whipped by that person, but he also passed on some of his secret exercises one after another, and then died.

After the Taoist took his breath, Yang Weijun wrapped a layer of mats and hastily buried him in the mass grave, and then searched out all the Taoist people's hidden savings, exercise cheats and elixir magic weapons, and left the country.

That year, Yang Weijun was only fifteen years old.

At the age of fifteen, when others may still be ignorant, naïve and innocent, he has gone through the hardships and tortures of dropping out of school, being expelled, committing murder, being kicked out of the genealogy, abandonment, and being lonely, and has completed the life that others can only complete in a lifetime.

In the following decades, this young man who walked out of the Hongnong Yang clan walked in a foreign country, incognito, and acted in a low-key manner, never acting in the name of Hongnong Yang, nor did he oppress the good as a monk.

Until more than ten years ago, he settled in the southern Xinjiang of Beijing, and fell in love with a woman, and was about to talk about marriage, but was tragically withdrawn from the marriage, he came to inquire, and learned that his fiancée was favored by a prince and prince, and after forcibly putting him in the house, he was abused to death and thrown in a mass grave.

He burst into tears and broke down completely.

On that day, he had gray hair all night and roared in the mountains and forests.

and turned from the Tao to the devil and promoted to the real realm.

That night he slaughtered the prince.

Afterwards, he was blocked and chased by the state government, county government and county officials, but he broke through the siege and fled.

It wasn't until a few years later, when he reappeared, that he had become a representative of the Demon Gate and walked the world.

Today's Demon Gate, the highest authority is the five elders, they are like five Optimus Pillars, ruling over the disciples of the Demon Gate in all corners of the world, and after the position of the Demon Lord is vacant for fifty years, the five of them are also the actual controllers of the Demon Gate.

And Yang Weijun bowed under a certain elder.

It is worth mentioning that when Yang Weijun became a real person, Hongnong Yang immediately announced that he was a family 'real person' in a high-profile manner, and was worshiped by the incense of Hongnong Yang's ancestral ancestral shrine.

Even after hearing that Yang Weijun had turned from a Taoist to a demon, he still regarded him as a real person in the family, but because of the face of the Dajing court, he changed from offering incense in the open to offering incense in secret.

And today, in the main residence of the Song Mansion, Xiahou Chun threatened to clean up the portal.

The person referred to is naturally self-evident.

At this moment, he held Cui Yan's dead head, and spit out this sentence to Yang Weijun in the sky with a smile.

The crowd couldn't believe it, as if they had misheard.

Especially Murong Yan was directly stunned, and muttered to himself: "Brother Shi, is this crazy?" ”

It's just a matter of provoking a real person, so why do you even say 'clean up the portal'.

Tianxinqiao's face was frosty, "He's looking for death!" ”

Only after frowning slightly, he said to himself: "If you take too open steps, it's easy to pull eggs." ”

Hongnong Yang once had a concubine, gave birth to a son named Xiahou Ming, was posthumously named King Cao by Emperor Jing, but died young, causing Yang to fall out of favor and die of depression.

From this aspect, Hongnong Yang is really Xiahou Chun's 'mother's family', of course, the Yang family belongs to Yang Zhong's sister, and has little to do with Yang Weijun's lineage.

So what does Xiahou Chun mean?

Everyone in the audience had an accident, the old man Song Yi squinted his eyes and said softly: "This son had concerns before, but he didn't show his ambition, what now?" ”

The burly middle-aged man who appeared on his side at some point, his eyes were flat, staring at Xiahou Chun in the courtyard, and said indifferently: "The ambition is not small, but the people's hearts are not enough to swallow the elephant, and some of them are beyond their strength." ”

Song Xi smiled, "Then let Xiao Zhang retreat first, Your Majesty has asked us to see how His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is, and now we have a good look at it." ”

Previously, the study replied that Xiahou Chun pretended to be stupid and clumsy, although he passed their 'heart pass' test, but it also made them a little puzzled by what the background of this son was.

And they also want to see if this prince of the East Palace can afford the banner of 'Lian Buddha Resisting Dao'.

The voice fell, and the situation in the field changed again.

Yang Weijun's narrow eagle eyes narrowed, his cold-blooded aura dispersed, and the shadow sword in his hand slashed through the blades of repeated shadows, slashing Zhang Xianming's haunting Haoran righteous gentleman to the side.

"Xianming, you stand aside."

Zhang Xianming was about to stop Yang Weijun, when a voice suddenly sounded in his ears, his eyes drooped, and he silently retreated to the side: "Yes, teacher." ”

Yang Weijun turned around, looked directly at Xiahou Chun, stretched out his big sleeves, and the majestic aura rolled away, and the real realm was like Mount Tai pressing the top, which made the people present breathless.

The middle-aged swordsman approached in a flash, the noble Zigui Sword in his hand trembled slightly, the light trembled, and the bone fingers of both hands protruded, it seemed that it was not easy for him to face this real person.

His gaze was solemn, "Although this person has not stepped on the pinnacle of real people, he should not be underestimated. ”

Zhicicada frowned at Xiahou Chun and asked, "What do you want to do?" ”

Xiahou Chun didn't answer, he looked at Yang Weijun who stepped into the air with burning eyes, and he grinned, "Did I tell you that there is a shortage of people in this palace?" ”

Lack of people?

Knowing the cicada was stunned when he heard this, his face changed slightly, and then he woke up suddenly, pointed at him and said in astonishment, "You..... It's too bold. ”

Xiahou Chun's eyes were deep, and he threw down a sentence: "You immediately invite Master Puji to come here." ”

"Remember, ask him to come into the house quietly, don't scare this one away."

The corners of the cicada's mouth twitched, you are really insidious.

As the abbot of the White Dragon Temple, Master Puji's mana is equivalent to the peak of a real person, so he can naturally crush Yang Weijun.

But the real person's aura is strong, but whenever he gets close, he will be noticed by the other party, but Xiahou Chun knows that Buddhism has a deep heritage, and there must be a way to hide the qi.

Xiahou Chun licked his mouth, and his eyes wandered over Yang Weijun, this time, this palace is going to do a big deal!

Knowing the cicada silently, he sighed secretly, that's it, since he got on the thief ship, there was only one way to go to the dark.

He lowered his eyebrows and pleased, and after reciting a mantra silently, he sinned and sinned.

Master Yang, this year, you are destined to be too old, and the year is not good, I am afraid that you will be planted this time.

In fact, since seeing the golden bowl, the cicada knew that Xiahou Chun had entered the field of vision of an old monk in the temple.

Although there is no power to attack and break the enemy, the golden bowl is made of special materials, adding thousands of rare meteorite crystals and refining materials, looking at all forces, only Xuanzong and the Floating Temple in the world have this profound heritage, it can be said that the treasure is enough to block the real number of times with all the strength of a blow without destruction, which can be called 'nine lives'.

For example, he was killed by Xiao Hanchen before, and those gold leaf fragments were all cracked, but they were still not completely destroyed.

Because on the hundreds of gold leaf fragments, in addition to the real qi machine, there is also a trace of Taoist rhyme.

The rhyme of the Tao above the real person.

The wind was gusting, the hunting was sounding, and Yang Weijun's momentum was like a rainbow, constantly approaching.

In view of Zhang Xianming's retreat, no one can stop Yang Weijun.

Even cicadas can't be recognized.

Yang Weijun above also saw that Xiahou Chun had a great plan, but he just laughed, and the fluorescent light wanted to compete with Haoyue, and he had the courage.

A hint of a smile crossed his face, and he said softly: "This seat has been walking the world for decades, and it has never been so underestimated." ”

Xiahou Chun smiled: "Then you will meet it today." ”

Immediately, he stretched out his sleeves, and the mountain gradually became green and buzzed, suspended on the side.

"Brother Shi, take the sword!"

Murong Yan's face was shocked, and he immediately sent Nan Kejian back.

With a stroke of autumn light, it was like the water of time flowing by, and instantly swept to Xiahou Chun's side.

At this time, the middle-aged swordsman raised his head for the first time and looked at Xiahou Chun from afar.

"Senior, I'm tired."

Xiahou Chun's mellow voice sounded.

A few days ago, the swordsman approached Xiahou Chun and made a deal with him.

Xiahou Chun helped him resist the pressure from the Nine Great Gates, and he gave him a method of controlling the flying sword.

Flying with the sword and killing the enemy thousands of miles away has always been something in Xiahou Chun's heart.

In addition to this, there is a sword.

It's just that this sword has long been no longer owned by the Sword Gate, when Xuanzong subdued the world's Daomen, and robbed a lot of treasures of the Zhenzong, including the Sword Gate Zhenmen.

It's just that because its evil spirit is too strong, it was suppressed by Xuanzong under the nine-layer Demon Palace, and if Xiahou Chun wants it, he has to get it himself.

Or you won't be eligible to pick it up for the rest of your life.

The Edgeworth Heart Method has long been passed on to Xiahou Chun, and he has been copying and studying it.

It's just that there are very few opportunities to practice, after all, he can't directly fight with Tianxin, Murong Yan and others, and the chance of accidental injury is extremely high.

At this moment, there was a click.

Yang Weijun held the Shadow Sword in his hand and stepped into the air with momentum.

As the true inheritance of the elders of the Demon Gate, Yang Weijun is profound, his mana is unfathomable, and coupled with the realm of real people, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream for ordinary people to say that they want to kill him, even Zhang Xianming of the same level does not dare to make such arrogant words.

Yang Weijun seems to have a playful look in his eyes, you Xiahou Chun asked himself, not to mention the existence of real treasures such as the Shadow Sword, even with the cultivation of the Qingdan Realm, it is difficult to shake the existence of a real person, if you don't let him leave at this time, do you still want Yang Weijun to kill him?

Seeing that Yang Weijun was gaining momentum in the air, he was quite invincible and crushing everyone, as if Xiahou Chun and his ilk were not in his eyes.

As others thought, although Xiahou Chun is a prince, in the eyes of their cultivators, he will just be a handful of loess in the future, but since this son is so anxious to seek death, then help him.

"If you seek death, this seat will fulfill you!"

A thunderous shout sounded, and Yang Weijun suddenly slashed down with the Shadow Trailing Sword in his hand.

The mighty mana of the sword rolled in, and the ruins of the surrounding courtyard floated into the air.

However, the sword qi has not reached the momentum.

The waste bricks and pumice stones were all crushed into powder, Tianxin Jiao snorted, and went straight to Xiahou Chun.

Murong Yan gritted his teeth and quickly retreated with the timid Song Xiaowan in his arms.

As for Sun Fengwei, she sneaked away as soon as Yang Weijun came.

Xiahou Chun didn't have time to take care of her, and the cold air pressure fell like a mountain.

It made him squeak and grunt.

A four-legged snake crawled out of its chest, its indifferent eyes rolled, and after thinking for a moment, it decided to continue to pretend to be dead, anyway, Xiahou Chun didn't ask it to make a move.

The sword aura was sharp and unstoppable, breaking through all obstacles that stood in its way.

The buzzing sword qi cut through everything in the courtyard like a sharp blade, and the withered sycamore was shattered and cut into thousands of pieces, and the wind brought by the sword power blew wildly, sweeping away all the rotten wood debris in the courtyard.

Xiahou Chun's eyes lit up, and a blazing light came quickly, heading straight to the courtyard of his eyebrows.

The light is like a knife, cutting through thorns and thorns; The sword was like a blade, piercing everything.

At this moment, the Shadow Sword showed its true power.

Especially when a real person has no scruples, even the swordsman who is also a real person has to retreat.

The crowd changed wildly, and in this short moment, their faces fluctuated and changed as if they were in a mood.

Xiahou Chun seems to have broken off his vitality and has been crushed.

The cicada squinted and hesitated whether to rescue.

Tianxin jumped away frantically, but it was still not as fast as the sword light, and it was too late.

Song Xi was silent, and there was no trace of wisdom and kindness in his cloudy eyes, only deep and indifferent coexisted, as if he was in a high-altitude posture, watching this life-and-death battle with cold eyes.

He was still talking to Xiahou Chun about the future of Dajing, but at this moment, he was like a scheming old fox, his heart was like the sea, he was extremely indifferent, and no one knew the depth.

In the eyes of everyone, Xiahou Chun will definitely die, and there will be no life.

Even Yang Weijun, who is so powerful, still does not regard Xiahou Chun as an opponent at this moment, just a yellow-mouthed child who is not disciplined.

At this time, Xiahou Chun, who had been saving for a long time, took out a longbow.

Since the battle with Xiao Shilong, the chain has been broken, the bee pattern bamboo sword has been lost, and most of the hole cards in his hand have been lost.

But the harvest is considerable, first of all, the frost spear, which is only one foot away from the advanced true treasure, and the crimson longbow called 'Fire Phoenix', if there is a real person to control it, it is difficult for Yang Weijun to beat its edge.

Under Yang Weijun's squinting eyes, Xiahou Chun put the demon source into his arms and began to take arrows.

The long bow is like an arc, and it is as red as blood; Feathered arrows are terrifying, shining brightly.

At the same time, there was a whoosh.

The sound of the sword groan in his ears suddenly exploded, and the mountain gradually turned green and moved, and the tip of the sword light needle faced Mai Mang.

Snort.

The mountains grew green and wailed, and they swept back.

The Shadow Sword advanced again.

Suddenly, there seemed to be an invisible wave rippling out in front of it.

A flash of autumn light appeared, and it was rigidly blocked at the tip of the Shadow Sword.

The two major sword rays resisted stubbornly, and the sword qi scattered in all directions, forming a semi-circular arc light, which was dazzling.

Yang Weijun sneered, "The mantis arm blocks the car, it's just a pointless struggle." ”

He stepped forward and flicked his robe.

The huge force slammed into the tail end of the sword, and there was a thud.

The Shadow Trailing Sword instantly knocked the long sword that was like the water of time into the air, and fell out of the hidden sword body.

With a bang, the two flying swords fell back and fell into the hands of real people.

But at this moment, the surrounding aura trembled, shaking like ripples.

The fire phoenix bow in Xiahou Chun's hand was instantly pulled to the full moon, and the phoenix arrow was changed to a frost spear, aimed at Yang Weijun, and the killing machine locked on the other party, and the sword qi condensed at one point.

The huge tearing force spread, and countless spiritual qi swarmed in, converging on the tip of the spear like a tide.

The ruined sycamore leaves are suspended, and the rubble mixes with the gravel, and it hangs still.

Yang Weijun looked down at the fire phoenix bow in Xiahou Chun's hand below with cold eyes, and sneered: "What other housekeeping skills do you have, take them out." ”

Having said that, his eyes gradually became solemn, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes.

The Fire Phoenix Bow in this son's hand was very powerful, and it would not pose a threat to him, but if it was combined with the Frost Sky Spear, a strong combination actually made a trace of alarm appear in his heart for the first time.

He snorted coldly, heh, ants shook the elephant, whimsical.

His eyes suddenly flickered, and he spat out a word, "Die!" ”

Sou!

The Shadow Sword suddenly accelerated, and suddenly struck in front of Xiahou Chun.

Just then, a bowstring sounded.

A dazzling light erupted from the Fire Phoenix Bow, and the strings sounded.

There was a buzz, and the streamer burst through the air.

Instantly broke through time and space, carrying unstoppable power, and collided with the Shadow Sword.

"Bang!"

The sword qi shot out, and the aura was instantly knocked away.

The Shadow Sword screamed, flew back upside down, and fell into Yang Weijun's arms.

His pupils shrank, and he was stunned when he saw that the frost spear in front of him seemed to have ink flashing.

This is the authentic magic power of the Demon Gate, and it cannot be practiced if it is not a descendant of the Demon Gate, how can this son be?

But at this moment, he didn't have time to think about it, because the Frost Sky Spear had broken through the mana barrier and killed in front of him.

His face was calm, his eyes were deep, and he drank lightly: "Emperor!" ”

Without hesitation, he threw a punch and smashed it on the tip of the frosty spear.

The fist carried a wave of sound, the wind and waves enveloped the spiritual wit, and the mana was transmitted.

The frost sky hummed, and the residual force of inertia made the body of the gun tremble.

"Huh! It's so strong! ”

Just as he was stopped by the strength of the Frost Sky Spear, a soft sound came from ahead.

I saw that Xiahou Chun did not retreat but advanced, and in Yang Weijun's sneer, he jumped high suddenly.

The big hand clenched the frost spear and stabbed forward.

The Frost Sky Spear is full of evil energy, and when it is controlled by Xiao Shilong, several real people are killed, and its killing power is comparable to that of a real weapon.

But everything that Xiao Shilong worked hard to accumulate made a wedding dress for Xiahou Chun.

Once Xiahou Chun stabs Yang Weijun today, the evil aura of the Frost Sky Spear will reach a higher level, and maybe he will be promoted to the real weapon level in one fell swoop and become a real killing weapon!

The momentum of the frost spear was like a rainbow, like a broken bamboo, and it broke through Yang Weijun's defense with a thunderous momentum.

The momentum of the gun did not decrease at all, and it smashed Huanglong and rushed towards Yang Weijun's front door.